Sanele
Ntshingana and Paddy O’ Halloran, The Con
The room is
walled with grey, cracking plaster, and the ceiling is sagging. Its only
adornments are angular burglar bars over the single window and a tilted picture
on the wall. A dozen women, maybe more, sit or stand, shoulder to shoulder.
They are shouting: not to be heard, but because what they have to say can only
be said in a shout. They are some of the women whose shops and homes have been
emptied in five days of xenophobic looting in Grahamstown, whose families are
left with nothing.
