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“The society which has abolished every kind of adventure makes its own abolition the only possible adventure.” Paris, May 1968
Sorry to be a pain, but as I am about to engage in human rights work in SA, I would like to leave a parting thought about the place. Here is some music by a former friend, who may appreciate the sorrow of a tragedy in my family.But that aside, may I tell you about a fragment of beautiful music written by a victim of the holocaust which was completed by my brother in law before his untimely death. The music was performed at an international holocaust remembrance concert conducted by my brother in law and played by this pianist.Those who heard it will testify to the power of music to raise our spirits above the evils of mankind. Len, the pianist here,had a grandfather who was bound up with evil, but in his music I know that he can transcend the past. There is hope. This is not the music I have in mind, but if you hear Len Vorster playing you will know what I mean.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tt5WBvQcqdw&list=PLFfNqIGiqcWRdhxa_fQ3-0HtwYL4Rou3u&index=32
I did so many anti-apartheid marches back in the day.On one, galvanised by a woman i knew, we set out from central london for a rally in one of the south london parks, as we crossed the river a train driver on the next bridge coming into london hit his horm and held it. We were hot and tired as we got near the park when i saw a Young's drayman. He wouldn't sell me any beer but he gave me a couple of bottles.There was a lot of solidarity about that day.
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