TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  Maybe you are right.  You know, my problem is I was a shepherd, I cannot write, and I forget all these days, but I still - can I repeat what I just said earlier on about the harassment?  Now, listen very carefully because I am telling you the story now.  On that day it was at night of the date you have referred to.  A person arrived and he knocked.  When I answered the door burst open, and I said, "Who is knocking so terribly?"  He answered, he said, "Police," and I said, "What police are knocking on my door in this way?"  He forced his way through with many policemen.  The door was already down.  Three policemen were black and the rest were white, and they referred to us as kaffirs.  Many of them were whites.  They were together with big dogs, two in number.  They said every door of the house should be opened.  They pulled clothes from the wardrobes.  I said, "When a jackal gets into the sheep it does not do this.  Please unpack neatly and pack them back neatly."  They did not provide an answer, they pushed us outside.  I fell on my shoulder.  I asked them, I said, "What do you want?", but they never provided an answer.  They pushed us outside.  It was terribly cold on that day.  The children were woken up.  I said to them, "Will you provide me with the money to take these children to the doctor?"  They did not answer.  I said to them, "Please, the policemen are not supposed to behave in this way."  I said, "When a policeman goes to a farm he starts first at the farmer's house.  If the farmer doesn't allow them entry they leave.  Now, where do you get the permission from to get into my premise, break the doors?"  Is this the way you conduct your affairs?"  When I looked thoroughly the door was not just kicked, it was even broken down with the gun butts.  Even to this day the doors are still broken, that my children took pity on me and in this year March they bought a new door and the new frame, and we had to get another person to come and fix the door.  This was the kind of harassment I went through.  At sunrise life began to be easy.  They wanted to cut open the wardrobes that were locked, and I said to them, "How dare you cut open these doors?"  I said to my children, "Prepare tea.  Prepare coffee for these people.  They are hungry."  I asked them, "Can I offer you beer?  Can I offer you drink?  Can I offer you boerewors?  Are you hungry?"  I said, "These people are hungry.  I have to provide them with food."  I said to them, "You are not policemen, you are just boers."  One of them pushed me outside.  That is where I fell on my shoulder and injured myself.  I was not supposed to speak that way, I admit, but because I was hurt and disturbed on that day I spoke wrong words.  I said, "I know you policemen are thieves.  You want to take us outside so that you can implicate us.  I know you are going to leave behind diamonds and dagga, and you're going to drop them behind and implicate us."  I said, "You bloody policeman."  That's what I said on that day because I was hurt.