Thu, 09 Mar 2017 11:09:32 +0000 By Philip Chirwa The scene was a police station in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, way back in 1963. The pot-bellied white police officer-in-charge of the interrogating team looked at the young and attractive Indian Coloured girl seated before him and grunted: “Hmm, what is this we hear that you have fallen in love with a black kaffir from Northern Rhodesia?” The girl knew that the Boer officer was being terribly racist and she decided to treat him accordingly. “So what?” she snapped. “How does that bother you?” The officer-in-charge warned the girl to mind her language. “My question is simple and straight forward,” he insisted. “Is it true that you are in love with a black kaffir from Northern Rhodesia and that you intend to marry him? Yes or no!” When she gave a “yes” for an answer, the overweight police chief raised his eyebrows in apparent disbelief […]
