The house above is the former site of a WRAB rental office. On June 16 1976, this WRAB office was set alight and destroyed along with all its records and documentation. The students continued on a path of destruction, robbing a furniture truck and bread delivery truck before destroying a bar associated with the apartheid regime.
The two-storey structure pictured above is a former WRAB Beer Hall (Bareng). The destruction of this beer hall was the final act of destruction by students from Meadowlands. Students were forced to scatter into nearby homes as police converged into the area.
This is where Maki's march ended. She returned to her home and was glad not be in school for the next few days.
Here is a short audio interview with Maki Lekaba:
The two-storey structure pictured above is a former WRAB Beer Hall (Bareng). The destruction of this beer hall was the final act of destruction by students from Meadowlands. Students were forced to scatter into nearby homes as police converged into the area.
This is where Maki's march ended. She returned to her home and was glad not be in school for the next few days.
Here is a short audio interview with Maki Lekaba:
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I remember on the evening of the 15 June 1976, when I was representing my school Lofentse Secondary as a member of the SRC at the pre D-Day meeting at 6 pm at D.O.C.C. in Orlando East to finalize the coordination of the march the following day. My task was clear and simple. I must mobilize my school, take the Mooki route and converge in font of Orlando stadium.
The following day at 12:00 when all schools were converged as we stated marching peacefully with our placards singing revolutionary songs yielding or placards and proceeded marching taking the New Canada road, only to be intercepted by a aggressive road block with military vehicles manned by security forces armed with R4 machine guns, parked across the road trying to stop us from passing through.
Failing to stop us, they released their vicious dogs on us, and started shooting with life bullets and teargas canisters at us.
I felt like I was experiencing my worst nightmare, when I triying to duck bullets(which was impossible) avoiding to be shot, underneath suffocating clouds teargas, holding my breath and trying to escape their vicious police dogs, only to land in the most sympathetic place running away.
I was among the few who chose the unsympathetic Noorgesig which seemed like a ghost town, to look for tap water to wash the burning sensation of teargas from our faces,only to worsen it. Little did I know that my friend Lotta from Matjeni Primary, was already shot and gunned down by the security forces of the Apartheid government.
My friend Lotta, was among the first victims of the uprising.
Loveed reading this thank you
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