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I know intimately the poisonous experience of colonial racism, but I also know that hard boundaries cut us off from each other. I grew up in a small, tight-knit community of mixed race people on the edge of the British empire. I was born and raised in that awkward space.
Even asI knew my brown skin and green eyes set me apart.
In a country where interracial marriage was banned, we were proof that someone, somewhere, had been very naughty indeed. We were the living, breathing result of a sin; sex across the colour line. Children belong to their father under Swazi tradition.
Mixed-race people became the unclaimed baggage on the carousel of British colonial life. A brave few, like my own great-grandfather, stayed in the country and made a mixed family.
He lived with his black wife in the open and openly loved his children. I now live in a western cultural bubble that tells me to be my authentic self. That message would have made no sense to me as. As a girl, my authentic self seemed to be a poor version of the Europeans who had the best jobs. We were also a shameful version of the Swazis whose land we occupied. They wanted out of southern Africa. Thank Mixed race south africa. Australia liberated us. Nobody knew who or what we were. South American? We were free of the old labels and free to enter any store and attend any school.
Australia was a miracle but, we soon discovered, not for the Aboriginal boys at the hostel.
Racial profiling is a new term for an old practice. In stores, the boys were followed in case they tried to steal. On the street, they were watched for s of violence and bad behaviour. Twenty years on, I write for a living; a luxury beyond anything I could have imagined in the Mixed race south africa fields of my childhood. I am now, as then, hyper-aware of trends in the dominant culture. The search for authentic and diverse fiction is helping to address a centuries-old lack of outside voices, and for that, I am grateful.
Would I prefer a story about a mixed South African girl to be written by a mixed female South African writer?
Yes, absolutely! The story itself is the magic. Writers must be able to dip their pen into the well and draw out whatever stories they find there. I grew up on a map where those with superior knowledge determined where I might set my foot.
I know, from personal experience, that hard boundaries cut us off from each other. They stop the exchange of ideas. The books lack the grit and authenticity I wanted in southern African crime fiction. My mother, on the other hand, adored the series. She wanted humour, hope and a black woman in control.
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