Fifty years after Soweto: Echoes of resistance and hope
Daily Maverick | 18.06.2026 06:12
I remember it as if it were yesterday: that grey winter’s day, 16 June 1976, when all hell broke loose in Soweto. I was only 16 years old and in matric (I started school at age five). Most of our school at the time consisted of temporary wooden structures, which we nicknamed “dovecotes.” We hated them. In summer, Wellington became “Hell-ington.” In winter, those classrooms felt like freezers.
