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You k n o w the Alabaster Bookshop in von Brandis Street?
W e l l , after the c o m p e t i t i o n they asked m e if they could exhibit
my AFRICAN M O T H E R A N D C H I L D . They gave a whole
w i n d o w to it, w i t h a w h i t e velvet backdrop, if t h e r e is any-
thing called w h i t e velvet, and some complimentary w o r d s .
W e l l s o m e h o w I could never go and look in that w i n d o w .
O n my way from the station to the HERALD office, I sometimes
went past t h e r e , and I felt good w h e n I saw all t h e people
standing t h e r e ; but i would only squint at it o u t of the c o r n e r of
my eye.
T h e n one night I was working late at the HERALD, and w h e n
I came out t h e r e was hardly anyone in the streets, so I t h o u g h t
I'd go and see the w i n d o w , and indulge certain pleasurable
human feelings. I must have got a little lost in the contemplation
of my o w n genius, because suddenly there was a young white
man standing n e x t to m e .
He said to m e , " w h a t do you think of that, m a t e ? " And
you k n o w , o n e d o e s n ' t get called " m a t e " every day.
" I ' m looking at i t " , I said.
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T live near h e r e , " he said, " a n d I c o m e and look at it nearly
every nigjht. You know it's by one of your o w n boys, d o n ' t
you? See, Edward S i m e l a n e . "
"Yes, I k n o w . "
" I t ' s beautiful," he said. " L o o k at that m o t h e r ' s head.
She's loving that child, but she's somehow watching t o o .
Do you see that? Like someone guarding. She knows it
w o n ' t be an easy l i f e . "
He cocked his head on one side, to see the thing b e t t e r .
" H e got a thousand pounds for i t , " he said. " T h a t ' s a lot
of money for one of your boys. But good luck to him. You
d o n ' t get m u c h luck, do y o u ? "
Then he said confidentially, " m a t e , would you like a d r i n k ? "
Well honestly I d i d n ' t feel like a drink at that t i m e of night,
with a white stranger and all, and a train still to catch to
Orlando.
" Y o u k n o w we black people must be o u t of the city by
e l e v e n , " I said.
" I t w o n ' t take long. My Hat's just round the c o r n e r . Do
you speak Afrikaans?"
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" S i n c e 1 was a c h i l d , " I said in Afrikaans.
" W e ' l l speak Afrikaans then, My English isn't too wonder-
ful. I'm van Rensburg. And y o u ? "
I c o u l d n ' t have told him my name. I said 1 was Vakalisa,
living in O r l a n d o .
"Vakalisa, eh? I haven't heard that name before/ 1 '
By this t i m e he had started off, and 1 was following, but not
willingly. T h a t ' s my trouble, as you'll soon see. 1 c a n ' t
break off an e n c o u n t e r . W e d i d n ' t exactly walk abreast, but he
d i d n ' t exactly walk in front of m e . He d i d n ' t look constrained.
He w a s n ' t looking r o u n d to see if anyone might be watching.
He said to m e , " d o you k n o w what I wanted to d o ? "
" N o , " I said.
" I wanted a b o o k s h o p , like that one t h e r e . I always wanted
that, ever since I can r e m e m b e r . W h e n I was small, I had a
little shop of m y o w n . " H e laughed at himself. " S o m e w e r e
real b o o k s , of course, but some of t h e m I w r o t e myself. But
I had bad luck. My parents died before I could finish s c h o o l . "
T h e n he said to m e , " a r e you e d u c a t e d ? "
I said unwillingly, " y e s . " Then I thought to myself, how
stupid, for leaving t h e question open.
And sure enough h e asked, " f a r ? "
And again unwillingly, I said, " f a r . "
H e took a big leap. " D e g r e e ? "
"Yes."
"Literature?"
Yes.
H e expelled his breath, and gave a long " a h " . W e had
reached his building, Majorca Mansions, n o t one of those
luxurious places. I was glad to see that the entrance lobby was
deserted. I w a s n ' t at my ease. I d o n ' t feel at my ease in such
places, n o t unless I am p r o t e c t e d by friends, and this man was a
stranger. T h e lift was at ground level, marked " W h i t e s Only.
Slegs vir B l a n k e s . " Van Rensburg opened the door and waved
m e in. Was h e constrained? To this day I d o n ' t k n o w .
W h i l e I was waiting for him to press the b u t t o n , so that we could
get moving and away from that ground floor, he stood w i t h his
ringer suspended over it, and looked at m e w i t h a kind of honest,
unselfish envy.
" Y o u w e r e l u c k y , " he said. " L i t e r a t u r e , that's what I
w a n t e d to d o . "
H e shook his head and pressed the b u t t o n , and he d i d n ' t
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day. And it was a pity he was blind, and c o u l d n ' t touch m e , for
black m e n d o n ' t touch w h i t e m e n any m o r e ; only by accident,
w h e n they make something like M O T H E R A N D C H I L D .
He said to m e , " w h a t are you t h i n k i n g ? "
[ said, " m a n y t h i n g s " , and my inarticulateness distressed
me, for I k n e w he wanted something from m e . I felt h i m fall
back, angry, h u r t , despairing, I d i d n ' t k n o w . H e stopped at
t h e main entrance to the station, but I d i d n ' t tell him I c o u l d n ' t
go in t h e r e . I got out and said to him, " t h a n k you for the
sociable e v e n i n g . "
" T h e y liked having y o u , " he said. " D i d you see t h a t ? "
I said, " y e s , 1 saw that.'*
H e sat slumped in his seat, like a man with a b u r d e n of
incomprehensible, insoluble grief. I wanted to touch h i m , but
1 was thinking about the train. He said " g o o d - n i g h t " and 1
said it t o o . W e each saluted the o t h e r . What he was thinking,
God k n o w s , but 1 was thinking he was like a man trying to r u n
a race in iron shoes, and n o t understanding why h e cannot m o v e .
W h e n I got back to O r l a n d o , I told my wife the story, and
she w e p t .