Nelson Mandela outside his home in 2005.
(photo credit: REUTERS/MIKE HUTCHINGS)
I GREW up in small-town South Africa in the early 1950s, when Afrikaans was the dominant language, although we spoke English at home. We lived a typically white-middle-class South African family life; my father was in business, my mother a housewife and didn’t work. By the 1990s it was no longer politically correct to say of a housewife that she “didn’t work” simply because she was a homemaker, but it really was semantically correct regarding my mother; she didn’t work. We had three full-time live-in African servants, plus a woman who came twice a week to do the washing and ironing. T