I grew up in the Linda Pollin Memorial Housing Projects. First of all, I did not know that it was built in memory of Abe Pollin's daughter. In fact, I didn't even know the name, Abe Pollin. I was a child, so I thought it was just a name given to the apartments. At the time, my siblings and I had no idea that we lived in a housing project. Well, the complex had a swimming pool, and the grounds were well kept. Also, it didn't resemble the well known surrounding projects like Valley Green , Condon Terrace , or Wahler Place . The manager was Ms. Royster who was sort of a no-nonsense type of landlord based on the conversations I heard from grownups. However, she seemed nice; plus, we all played with and knew her son, John. Well, although Mr. Pollin passed away back in 2009, I would still like to thank him for building the "LP" as we used to call it. When I became old enough to learn that it was built by Mr. Pollin to honor his ...
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Thank you for stopping in and thank you for your comment. I am fortunate to be married to a woman that teaches me forgiveness everyday. She grew up during those weary years in South Africa and she still does not hate. Her testimony is one of love and forgiveness, but to never forget. Thank you. Please come back to visit.
Another powerful post. I must admit, I never knew anything about the Soweto riots until your posts. What a horrific event! I continue to learn so much from you! Thank you again!
Have a great weekend!
You're welcome. Yes, it's important that we are with someone that will have a positive impact on our lives. I'm fortunate.
faith-
Thank you so much. You're so great and so positive! :) I'm happy that you can take something from here each time. Have a great weekend!
Thanks for reminding us of something important.
Hello and welcome back. I'll be attending an event commemorating Youth Day this evening sponsored by the South African Embassy. I'm looking forward to that. I'm going to see if I can take some pictures to share on the blog. Enjoy your weekend. :)
blowin' in the wind...
http://jakelam.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_jakelam_archive.html
http://jakelam.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_jakelam_archive.html
http://jakelam.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_jakelam_archive.html
http://jakelam.blogspot.com/2006/05/wien.html
Thank you! I went to a reception last evening in honor of this day. I hope to share my experience there on Monday.
lamkaho-
Thanks for stopping in! Your thesis sounds wonderful! I'll have to check out your post in english. Take care and I'll be visiting. :)
nml-
I went to a reception last night honored those that lost their life and for those that took risk. It was great! Thank you so much and have a wonderful weekend!
If only we could keep on being real, even when there's no immediate major crisis at hand...
Meanwhile, Global Warming Cometh...
thanks for always educating us!
Thank you as well for your part.
darius-
I'm feeling that. The US did very little coverage on what was going on at that time as well. Meanwhile, there looking toward sugar for fuel. You think it's too late????
delaleuverses-
Very sad. I felt through the people involved at Friday evenings reception
rose-
So true! Most of our youth are so caught up in the trash of this world. Many of them are fine as long as they can get there hands on the new this or latest that. It pacifies them while Hannibal the cannibal is eating their brains. (I know...gross analogy) :)
prisoner's wife-
I love it! Why didn't I think of that back in 1984 when I was a B-Boy for real. :)
It was during that time that I was continentally politicised, as opposed to locally politicised, which I was from birth. That's when I memorised Mandela's defence speech from the dock, as he defended himself against the apartheid government.
I also made valuable friends. Xola. Teboho. Zeb-zeb. Pazo. And many others from Jo'burg, Bloemfontein, Thaba-Nchu and all over. Together, we listened to the ANC broadcasting from Tanzania and Zambia. Together we cursed when the apartheid regime fucked up the wavelengths so that nobody could hear a thing.
1976 was a turning point. But perhaps 1960 was a bigger turning point. Gosh, I miss those days and those guys.
I can tell that this touches very deep with you. I feel the passion in your words and recollection. You still haven't lost your fight. It's an amazing thing to be part of such changing times. They were revolutionary times and the struggle continues. Thank you.