Hi Philip - how lovely to read these memories (from John and Wanda Patten and Glenys and Howard Harisson ) of our youth at Wits , though it wasn't altogether a lovely time. I remember the march to the City Hall pretty vivdly; I think i was carrying a banner saying "Kenis is kleurblind" - (knowledge is colour blind). And the women of the Black Sash were there, lined up and solemn and brave with their sashes on. And those hot steps we all sat on endlessly, talking, talking. Or outside the library on the weedy lawn (kikuyu grass is not soft to sit on) in front of the Nissen huts they never took down after the war where we wrote exams, hot as Hades with sweating palms you had to wipe on your skirt so your pen didn't slip from your sweaty palm as you wrote. And I remember Michael Laschenger, and Mike Colenso, and others, and Michael Picardie who got arrested one day in the big round-up, and there was a typical cock-up about the wrong set of emer
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