There are wounds that time cannot heal; only truth and justice can.
For nearly three months, I sat beneath the high, solemn arches of the Pietermaritzburg High Court, where echoes of a tortured past still haunt the air.
There, in pursuit of the truth about the mysterious death of Chief Albert Luthuli, former ANC President, freedom fighter, statesman, and conscience of a nation, I witnessed not just a legal process, but the slow unearthing of a nation’s buried pain.
What unfolded before me was not merely evidence, but a chorus of silenced voices, rising once more to indict a system that devoured the
innocent in cold blood.
Apartheid was not just a political order, it was a brutal machinery of death carried by the state. It erased mothers from their…