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your grandfather couldn’t keep his hands off the chocolate, eh? But it’s not your fault you’re<br />
colored, so keep trying. Because if you work hard enough you can erase this taint from your<br />
bloodline. Keep on marrying lighter and whiter and don’t touch the chocolate and maybe,<br />
maybe, someday, if you’re lucky, you can become white.”<br />
Which seems ridiculous, but it would happen. Every year under apartheid, some colored<br />
people would get promoted to white. It wasn’t a myth; it was real. People could submit<br />
applications to the government. Your hair might become straight enough, your skin might<br />
become light enough, your accent might become polished enough—and you’d be reclassified<br />
as white. All you had to do was denounce your people, denounce your history, and leave your<br />
darker-skinned friends and family behind.<br />
The legal definition of a white person under apartheid was “one who in appearance is<br />
obviously a white person who is generally not accepted as a coloured person; or is generally<br />
accepted as a white person and is not in appearance obviously a white person.” It was<br />
completely arbitrary, in other words. That’s where the government came up with things like<br />
the pencil test. If you were applying to be white, the pencil went into your hair. If it fell out,<br />
you were white. If it stayed in, you were colored. You were what the government said you<br />
were. Sometimes that came down to a lone clerk eyeballing your face and making a snap<br />
decision. Depending on how high your cheekbones were or how broad your nose was, he<br />
could tick whatever box made sense to him, thereby deciding where you could live, whom you<br />
could marry, what jobs and rights and privileges you were allowed.<br />
And colored people didn’t just get promoted to white. Sometimes colored people became<br />
Indian. Sometimes Indian people became colored. Sometimes blacks were promoted to<br />
colored, and sometimes coloreds were demoted to black. And of course whites could be<br />
demoted to colored as well. That was key. Those mixed bloodlines were always lurking,<br />
waiting to peek out, and fear of losing their status kept white people in line. If two white<br />
parents had a child and the government decided that child was too dark, even if both parents<br />
produced documentation proving they were white, the child could be classified as colored,<br />
and the family had to make a decision. Do they give up their white status to go and live as<br />
colored people in a colored area? Or would they split up, the mother taking the colored child<br />
to live in the ghetto while the father stayed white to make a living to support them?<br />
Many colored people lived in this limbo, a true purgatory, always yearning for the white<br />
fathers who disowned them, and they could be horribly racist to one another as a result. The<br />
most common colored slur was boesman. “Bushman.” “Bushie.” Because it called out their<br />
blackness, their primitiveness. The worst way to insult a colored person was to infer that they<br />
were in some way black. One of the most sinister things about apartheid was that it taught<br />
colored people that it was black people who were holding them back. Apartheid said that the<br />
only reason colored people couldn’t have first-class status was because black people might<br />
use coloredness to sneak past the gates to enjoy the benefits of whiteness.<br />
That’s what apartheid did: It convinced every group that it was because of the other race<br />
that they didn’t get into the club. It’s basically the bouncer at the door telling you, “We can’t<br />
let you in because of your friend Darren and his ugly shoes.” So you look at Darren and say,<br />
“Screw you, Black Darren. You’re holding me back.” Then when Darren goes up, the bouncer<br />
says, “No, it’s actually your friend Sizwe and his weird hair.” So Darren says, “Screw you,<br />
Sizwe,” and now everyone hates everyone. But the truth is that none of you were ever getting