Can a man really a writer know if you read her books? clt Can you say

Can a man really a writer know if you read her books? clt Can you say "Oh, I know her, I actually know her quite well." No you can not, you can simply place a certain kind of observation, but whether it is right? No, not necessarily. I was lucky to Annelie Botes slightly, note slightly better acquainted. Yet still I know her well enough to know whether she might ever or never 'a certain statement will make it. Can you Sunday after Sunday clt as a journalist's columns read, say you know the journalist or that you know how they will write? No, I do not think so. Though Annelie Botes you a role model, you have hanging on her every word and all you read all of her books, you still know it. All you read in a day, how many years ago a journalist disparagingly of poor whites in a shantytown writing, clt you still know it. All that day you thought "Oh Lord, it is necessary to poor people further into the mud to trap your hurtful words? They last bit of dignity from them to take? "You still do not know what kind of person she is, but you're only human if you're in your own heart, form an opinion. If you own your life in a time gone well you kept saying that came out wrong, then you wonder. When your own words back to you and said you have to admit Yes, that's what I said, but. . . and there is no room for you but not, you know. Then you know how easily clt one's tongue before you say words properly devised. You would have added "but. . . I remember those dreaded Sunday morning 21 November 2010, as if it were yesterday. There it is in black and white: Author says she does not like blacks. Then you wonder who is now the writer make such stupid comments. clt When you hear it's your role model, you know immediately that somewhere a terrible mistake to be. Then you call your friend at Kleinmond and you share the amazement. You said somewhere in cyberspace how unfair it is. Then cut an authoritative literature in the back with 'that's what she said the journalist had yet the opinion piece submitted to her and she confirmed what she said. " Then you die 'but. . . for the condemnation of black on white.
In the book, Black on White, Annelie Botes told the sad months after rasorkaan her head broke. She spent much of her time in the houtkerkie against fynbosheuwel clt spent. By dusting and cleaning with her own inner cleared of bitterness. Sometimes she knitted. Covers for houthangers because she promised herself she would not commit suicide before all two hundred houthangers she bought, clt not plated finish is not. She takes us on a journey through her life. The untold stories. The life of a man who could never tolerate injustice. To anyone, regardless of color or race. She tells us things that we, her loyal fans already know. It's the things that have made us with her in shock that day, 21 November 2010. The Day of the lampposts - as she refers to it. She tells of how she was when she was next to the police station lived often heard how it dealt with black people is. The woman her number-two emergency behind a bush relieved because no public facilities for Non-Whites were not. How his back in a van was thrown and how she pleaded not. Things that happened clt that day that caused clt Annelie her children played outside, in the house took. Only when she was the author, with a sandwich to the police clt station and went to a tantrum, it stopped. On the other hand, she was not blind to that years later, clt when all the gates freely from the field could enter, done. Everyone stopped Saturdays rugby to go because it was so dirty, because you should not stop tjorts at that time. Because you suddenly have to close your car and make sure your children have shoes on so they do not tread glass pieces. She tells of the disenchantment of Anne Paton, the widow of Alan Paton author clt of Cry, the Beloved Country when his South Africa left. I pick up here and there a portion of what Anne said here. "I am does he (Alan) is not alive now. He would havebeen Distressed to see what has happened to his beloved country. "" What has changed in half a century? A lot of people who in later convinced That everything would be all right are disillusioned, though They do not want to admit it. "So this story is everybody's story. She takes us through a story of honesty and acknowledgment of her own wickedness, as she refers to it. No excuse for herself. Yet, the stories of compassion towards the underdog of life, says much stronger to one. We read of months, days and hours of work on the research for Thula Thula-. Six years. Then you know that the prize money of R30 000 for it could not compensate for her it was just a eerbewy