White South African here.
I'm 36, my older brother and father where part of the struggle.
Both were arrested and jailed several times during demonstrations. My brother was a conscientious objector who went to prison voluntarily instead of doing National Service to a corrupt government.
My father organized meetings at a local church and smuggled information and media by night. I still have a Martin Luther King speech on LP with a fake label and cover (that of an invented comedy series.)
I remember my brother dyed purple from the collar up and the cuffs down after being hit by a water cannon at a protest (the dye was to shame your family and/or catch you later, it stayed on you for weeks.)
I'm telling you all this because I feel that these experiences qualify me ( I'm uncomfortable with that word but it's 03:30 here and I can't think of a better way to put it at the moment) to share the following position: we are
all
victims of Apartheid.
Every black person who was persecuted and made to believe they were the wretched of the planet and denied an education. Who watched their fiends mowed down at demonstrations. Whose family lines are forever stunted socially, financially and in terms of education. The children of those families today who struggle to leave the townships. The few who are better off who struggle now to fit in in the suburbs. Those locked into a life of crime.
Every white person who grew up with a false understanding of their place in the world. Whose outlook is forever distorted by an abuse of the truth under which they were raised. Who were robbed of the truth that we are one species. Who will never understand how to love humanity as a whole. Who fell in love across the colour line and pursued it and were jailed and murdered. Who fell in love across he colour line and never pursued it. The ones who felt they couldn't stay and left their homes. The ones who stayed.
Some of these experiences are distinct to each side and some are shared but what we all now share is a broken country.
A place completely and utterly mired in its horrifically unfortunate history.
We all now bear the brunt of a failing government as the pendulum swings back from the Halcyon days of Nelson Mandela.
The victims that I pity the most are the children. The 'born frees' whose excuses seem like ashes on the evening breeze. So fragile and easily swept away, yet still a product of burning.
There's isn't a person alive today in this country who hasn't been affected by Apartheid.
Although we may wear it in different ways, it is a scar that is worn by every South African alive today.