Tom Hiney

There is a fading misconception in Europe that every white person in South Africa lives the life of Reilly, albeit behind a barbed-wire perimeter fence. The fact is that, apart from all the hardworking white postmen and store clerks, genuine white trash abounds, booted out of one too many doors by bosses and wives and daughters’ boyfriends. They walk the streets, live in small townships and paint houses if they don’t drink the paint first. There are quite a lot of them, presumably more now than ever. Emigrating to Canada or Europe is not really an option for these lost white dogs of Africa. The high commissions wouldn’t let them in the door. I picked up such a hitchhiker once, about 40 years old, on the road to Cape Town.