TThe first time I went to Sun City, I was 16 years old, shining my mother's disobedience through the glasses of tears when I asked for brandy and coke. I wanted to celebrate. We were there to see George Benson, and seeing a black-and-white play from the white audience was a thrill in South Africa.
We just came out of the Seventy, a decade of mixed emotions for white South Africans. The country is still the largest producer of gold and diamonds in the world; the rand is equal to the strength of the dollar. But we were pariahs. Isolated and brainwashed, living under a criminal apartheid governmental hell trying to moralize white people and feed blacks in ethnic separate "busts" – pockets