Hope is not going to be found in the colours of green, gold and black of the ANC, the bright red of the EFF, or the blue hues of the DA. It is going to be found in the mix of colour, energy and service that ordinary people bring to this democracy, writes Zaakirah Vadi.
Our tour kicked off at the chapel where families once gathered to say their final goodbyes to their loved ones. What struck me was hearing how the families were not allowed to see the deceased, who would only be identified by a name tag, and were sent to paupers’ graves. One can only imagine the feelings of grief and disbelief that engulfed these families.
Then, quietly walking up the 52 steps to the gallows literally gave me shivers and made my heart pound fast. It felt like I was going to be executed myself. I could only imagine how terrified the actual prisoners were or what their thoughts were as they walked quietly to their sad and final destination.