Monday, May 08, 2006
I was sitting in an English class on post-colonialism when someone screamed outside. We all knew what had happened. Moments later we could hear helicopters flying over our building, and Braamfontein in general, and vuvuzelas being blown in the streets. We avoided eye contact. The discussion turned to resistance processes in a postcolonial moment. "play", "subversion", "inversion". "But what are we resisting?" someone asked.