‘Today I think the split between black and white in South Africa is irreconcilable. The whites are certain that it is our heart’s desire to be integrated into their society as social and economic equals, but they are wrong. The cruelty of apartheid – separateness – has infected us as well as them: We believe as fervently as they that there should be as little contact between the races as may be possible. For only by a separation more absolute than the most ardent racist could wish does there seem to be a chance of freedom from the suffering and oppression that living beside white men inflicts upon us.’
These were Ernest Cole’s opening lines for his book when it was first published in 1967. They couldn’t be more devastating or less full of hope, and reflect the depth of his despair at the system that was crushing non-white people in his country – a culture that was ingrained in each new generation of whites and which dehumanised each new generation of blacks. Through his pictures, Cole showed, and shows, the world just how horrific and degrading the situation was in South Africa in the early and mid-1960s – and not
