The recent DASO poster showing a multiracial couple in an embrace seemed to give a number of South Africans, both black and white, a virtual (yes pun intended) hernia. it made me think about the spaces in-between black and white and how they are much more exciting than superficial opposites.things that just aren’t black and white… When skin has been stripped And intimacy feigned. And black on white means ink on a page. Then the only colour that matters is grey. The colour of the brain. The colour of steel. The colour of rain-pregnant clouds And a depressed winter sea. The colour of a tin shack or begging cup at a traffic light. The colour of a school uniform. The second last crayon in a new box. The colour of a tarred road. The colour of telephone lines, electricity and railway cables. The colour of a computer, or a car. The colour of Mondays…and Sunday evenings. The colour of your mood. or aging hair. The colour of anything that isn’t black or white on a black and white TV And one day, it will be the colour of our eyes, and our hearts. And our children. And ourselves.
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