about her forcible eviction from her home in Orlando in Soweto to Brandfort, a smal town in the Orange Free State, where apparently the Boer population has yet to realise that we are in the twentieth century and that Paul Kruger has long died. The police did their job first before dumping her there with the hope that she'd forge be forgotten. They told the blacks uncle lilal the Communist' they were dumptheir doorstep should not be greeted or talked to, let alone have chloren colo net house The exact opposite happened. It did not take long for ine nacks know who she was, what che was angoul helped her, took part in the schemes she organised combat malnutrition, all, reported to Winnie what WCIC those of them who were forced to inform on her.
This, and much more, is vividly explained in the She also speaks about neTi Cale TOOd. of her nine- the circumstances MemocI family which back Families, like so many becomes sinnes parlearned heard things she learned, and observed. The way she talks about this life is genuine and real.
•I became aware at an early stage that the whites Tell superior Io could see how shabby my father looked parison the white teachers. That hurts your pride walth yUl child The life itself is ordinary. Her development, finding herself in the ANC getting married to the nation as she is, is told with true to life passion. Here too the story is ordinary typical. Ordinary because millions of black women daily live that same life of police harassment, separation, under apartheid which Winnie ably talks about.
'Detention means that midnight knock when all aDOl quiet.
means those blinding torches shone simultaneously through every window house before the YUUI door Is KicKed means the exclusive right 'Ultimately means dragged away from little SCiLUI C dawn, children screaming and cl inging 1o your skirt, imploring white man dragging mummy away to leave her alone Winnie Mandela's book must be read by all black women precisely having nothing out of the OIdinary about it. For being typical black women under apartheid.
African black woman, whether she is fighting with the police in their mass removal campaign, whether she is protecting her right to sell Magwinya (fat cakes) at the street corner, fighting the so-called madams melt kitchens their husbands in their factories their relatives farms, in the Bantustans the black woman is forced, like Winnie, to fight back.
Winnie's description of how she grew politically fits lots of women who are daily resisting the Boers who strip them and try 1o poke their fingers into their genitals. In this way the merely arliculates the experiences ol black women. The book is A PiECE of the ACTION hit Beney even Dear me! The now.
Lantrums! come forward What is out of the ordinary about the book is the extent to wich conrade Nelson Mandela deccalec to the struggle of the African people. Winnie writes fondly him, and rightly points out that they have never had a married life together.
Like so many blacks widowed by the hangman, the bullet of the police or the soldier. Intlux control and the prisons, she knows responsible.
Reading the Comrade Mandela to Winnie, nis coiaren and nose for the nation, in 10 say parison, a venure the Bondon, affection the feeling and bond the same. •He Is our man the man of the nation.
rinally, u unis i nol a powerful indictment against apartheid, nothing will be.
Winne Mandela, Part of My Soul, Penguin, London, 1985, $2.95.