I look back on my youthful, exciting and recklessly dangerous days as a reporter, editor, agony aunt on the fabled Drum magazine in Johannesburg and my unique -for a white reporter – access to the vast urban townships with their wealth of stories. It was an astonishingly lucky apprenticeship for a young writer and I was always hugely grateful. I saw it as an alternative to university – and a very valuable one: the view from the ground of a long running, world attention-getting political conflict, a drama of tyranny versus democracy.
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