Deborah June Goemans

Deborah June Goemans grew up on a flower farm in Cape Town in a dirty little nicotine-stained house situated between the Main Road and the railway line, where her mother’s lullabies were accompanied by the roar of the traffic, the siren song of the trains, and the clicking sounds of African voices as they walked towards their apartheid forced world below the line, where black families lived in single rooms and chickens and children ran in the streets.

Growing up white in South Africa created a privilege that cannot be denied. But it also left its mark on the white society; privilege and guilt. This story came to me as a dream, a philosophy, a "what if we were all Coloured?" Whenever we pick a fight with someone, we are fighting with a part of ourselves.