Another Apartheid nightmare was when Ernest (our gardener) had a woman visiting him in his back room one night. When Ma heard them laughing and realised that she was not meant to be on our property, she called the police and they came immediately bringing their vicious dogs with them. The poor woman was literally hounded out of there by these dogs and the police were beating her with sticks. I don't knwo which was worse, my hatred for my mother, or my hatred for the police!