My first memories are linked to Debby Levy. I was three and a half and she was four and we lived in Frankenwald,the Wits soil station. She lived at the bottom of the road and I lived half way up the road in a small brickhouse - smaller than hers. And we used to play together. We played together because our parents were friends. Norman Levy was Debbie Levy's dad and Phillipa was her Mom and Norman and Mom were both about to be sent to jail. When the Sharpville Massacre happened Mom was so infuriated that she phoned the Congress of Democrats, the white arm of the ANC, and said: I want to join. And Norman, aware that the phones were tapped, said nervously, Alright, alright, but come round and talk, not over the phone . And so Mom and Dad joined the ANC and Norman was the treasurer, I think - he'll set me right if I make a mistake I hope - and Mom became the secretary. Norman went to Jail for many years after the treason trial. I remember Mom was there for Christmas wait
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