North to Sandton, South to Soweto

I watched as crusty old defence veterans helped former MK (Umkhonto we Sizwe, Spear of the Nation)sympathizers with the finer points of dismantling an AK-47. We shot the AK-47s, AK-Ms, R5 assault rifles, Skorpion automatic pistols, light machine guns, and a variety of handguns. There was a sense of power about the whole exercise, but also a jubilant, if unspoken, celebration at the blatant crossing of boundaries that were once inviolable. At the end of the day, almost all of the cardboard targets had been reduced to a few shreds.

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Bridges

I stay here because I can see bridges that others can’t. I stay because I have the freedom to cross these bridges and bring information from one side to another. I stay because I’ve watched the seasons change from summer to winter, and because the smoky haze that hovers over the world day and night comes from fires in the townships where people are trying to stay warm. I stay because there are people here that I’ve grown to love. I stay because there’s a lot of work to do. I stay because there are elephants nearby, and because sometimes people say “thank you for being here” and because there aren’t enough white people who know how to navigate public transportation.

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