Jock Strachan – who died this month aged 94 – prevented a probable second massacre of black demonstrators outside Central Prison in Durban by deliberately standing with his young wife Maggie between them and white apartheid police pointing Sten guns, only days after the massacre at Sharpeville 60 years ago.
The police had already shot dead a “guileless, slightly built bloke with a bag full of Granny Smith apples”, left lying in the road.
The demonstrators were workers demanding the release of their leaders, locked up without trial in the prison.
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Granny can live where she wants
Granny can walk without a pass
Freely, she casts her vote
Freely, she can have a voice
Afrika-Dzonga, Afrika-Dzongamawaku,
Ndzithonamihlotiemarhameniya mina,
Ndzivuvumelaemakhorhweniyambiluya mina,
LokondzianakanyanxanisekolowuAfrika-Dzongayihumakaekawona.
Tiko a xi rimphesamphesa,
Tiko a xi lo hontlo, hi mpfilumpfilu,
Matlhelohinkwawokurihasahasa,
Mpfumawulowaxibalesakuritshamela-maxelo.
Vantima a vaetlelabyampfundla,
Vavanunantiyelavahundzukatincence,
VanavaVantimavadyamasalela,
Tibukuavotixavela, vatiphutsela hi maphephayachukele.
Hey Listen South Africans
I’m talking about TaTa Nelson Mandela
The real hero who fought for our freedom
I can hear the echo of his voice from that cold courtroom when he said, “Freedom is the idea, I want to live for and die for. There was silence, silence in court. He was sentenced to isolation in a small in court. He was sentenced to isolation in a small, hard labour was his daily bread they made him break rocks, thinking they were breaking his spirit.