Apartheid

Press, 23 July 1986, Page 18

Apartheid

Sir, — Walking in a frosty, moonlit countryside among the shadowy shapes of resting sheep and the velvety blackness of the protective macrocarpas, with the dense blocks of homes faintly visible in the middle distance, it does not take an over-fertile imagination to visualise that same countryside bathed in the pale, cold, weak daylight of a diminished sun during a nuclear winter. A bleak prospect indeed and not perhaps such a remote one. Returning to a warm house, and the unruffled calm of Lindsay Perigo and his "Sunday” counterpart on a 8.8. C. link-up interview, as they blandly toss the apocalyptic South African issue to and fro, it does take some imagination to maintain any deep sense of the agony of the black people in that nation now, today. The reporters’ cool detachment is eclipsed by the callousness of some athletes who seem concerned only with making sports history in Edinburgh. — Yours, etc., BILL FILSHIE. Woodend, July 21, 1986. Sir,—lt is about time the people of this wicked world woke up to the fact that no country can do anything about the unrest in South Africa. We should be friends and deal with them. I think the rebel rugby players deserve a medal for going there. They had every right to go. If they got any payment, well good luck to them. They cannot travel for nothing. Whether we are black or white, there is one thing certain. We all have red blood and white teeth.—Yours, etc., TOM ANDERSON. July 20, 1986.