The invisible people on our streets

In 2001, after the collapse of the World Trade Centre, I decided to drive around the United States of America for 30 days in December. I tried to encourage some of my American friends to join me, but fear had them firmly in its grip. Some were fearful that the US was...

Why I tell the story of Saartjie Baartman

Many Europeans don’t understand white guilt. For years I lived in the UK, where I was lambasted for being a South African, judged as particularly racist for my white-blonde hair and too pale skin (apparently the paler you are as a South African, the more racist the...