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                  A 
                      Short Story 
                       
                      This 
                      is the story of a young man who returned to the country 
                      of his birth, Britain, from a childhood and youth spent 
                      (a long time ago) in Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe.  
                       
                      Rhodesia was a country where life 
                      was rather Black and White. 
                      There was really only one class of White 
                      people...and the Blacks.  
                       
                      The Blacks were not part of the White Society as such, but 
                      they could join it, if they had the right clothes and financial 
                      resources. These wealthier Blacks could even vote, though 
                      with a special (reduced) franchise.  
                       
                      They were a very happy people, like most Africans, 
                      who are by nature friendly, kind, generous, and warm. 
                       
                      After 
                      his schooling, the young man went to college in South Africa. 
                      Here, his experiences of injustice and bigotry towards the 
                      Blacks, from his fellow whites** 
                      (though not from all, of course), shocked him, and stirred 
                      his first political and social conscience.  
                       
                      He 
                      soon came to the conclusion that there was only one side 
                      he could support, and he was berated as a traitor to his 
                      skin. 
                       
                      When his father (who was a "master carpenter", 
                      and with whom he had had a BIG problem, especially later 
                      in his youth) died - well before he should - he felt liberated 
                      from the need to continue studying in South Africa, whose 
                      “apartheid” he grew to hate.  
                    He 
                      left, to explore his home country, and some other lands, 
                      races and cultures, taking with him a very negative view 
                      of his skin, his background, and so much more. 
                      Through his travels, as his contact with others got easier, 
                      he forgave his father, in his mind, as he could not do otherwise. 
                       
                       
                      This forgiveness and love that he felt, lifted a great weight 
                      off his shoulders, and he found a new faith in himself. 
                      He 
                      knew his father loved him dearly, really, for he remembered 
                      he received it from him in bundles when he was a young child. 
                       
                      Something had just gone wrong between his father and mother. 
                       
                      This does happen to lots of couples 
                      with children, especially when communication 
                      breaks down, and love, 
                      understanding and forgiveness have deserted the relationship. 
                    **It 
                      must be remembered that the white South Africans released 
                      Nelson Mandela from prison, and subsequently both they and 
                      he gave up their political power. 
                       
                      Nelson Mandela and the White South Africans have thus set 
                      a shining example to the world. 
                       
                       
                       
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