Open Earth and Black Roses: Remembering 16 June 1976, by Sibongile Mkhaba (Used)

The door was suddenly kicked open and I heard some chaotic noises outside. I knew that the game was up. I was then firmly grabbed by the collar of my dress and thrown, against the door. I felt like a rag doll, but I was determined to maintain some dignity in all of this. As I lifted my face one of them slapped or punched me across the face and blood spurted out of my mouth. I could hear my sister sobbing in the background. I wished to die.