Argus title : Protestants must play their part for peace
I didn’t know the servants at my paternal grandparents’ house in South Africa – largely because domestic workers never stayed very long.
I rarely saw their faces. They were constantly down on their knees, polishing the floor. As a small child, all I remember seeing of them was buttocks stretched under uniform servants’ shorts and their dim reflection in the lethally shiny floorboards.
I recall the smell of wax, the swishing of the polishing cloth and the simmering resentment which rose from them, as they buffed the floor back and forth. Continue reading