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| | Kaffir Boy, a voice of hope from South Africa |
 | | Not beauty, but fear, marks the mother’s face as she throws a torn blanket around her shoulders and tells Mark not to open the door, and not to be afraid, for she will be back soon. |
 | | Mark follows the father out the door, looks up the street, and sees hundreds of bound men and women being kicked and shoved, then loaded into trucks, to be taken to prison, where they will work in the potato fields. |
 | | Mark went to the public school, where there were beatings if one didn’t have the necessary books, or the proper uniform, and often his mother couldn’t afford either. |
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