The day I saw a grown man cry In 1960, bruinman's father was in high school. When he came home for the December holidays he received the fright of his life. The family had moved and he hadn't been informed. The house he was born in, the house his father was born in and the house his grandfather had been born in, was not the one he went home to. They were forced to move to a new house in the coloured area. His father had not told him because of how upset he would have been at school (hostel). I think the reason he didn't tell him was the shame and humiliation of losing the only thing in life that was yours from birth. When my father took me and my brother to show us where he grew up, I saw a grown man cry. There was nothing. No pear tree. No chicken coup. No House. Nothing. Not even another house. Fokol. I didn't understand that day. I think I do now. I understand that I have no idea the suffering and humiliation my ancestors went through to get where we are today. I also cannot for one second fathom their sacrifices and resign myself to forget.  ¶ 2/05/2007 10:15:00 AM