TESTIMONY_GIVER:
I think I was stillon the 1988 issue. In 1989 after they have burnt my house we went to the policestation, and the police came and they took photos. They went all around thehouse, they took photos, they saw everything that was burnt to ashes, and theyasked me whether do I know those people. And I said to them, "No, I do not knowthe people." But there was a boy who used to come and help me at home. I wouldsend him to go and fetch me water with a barrow, and he told me, he whisperedto me who the people were. And the police were also there at the time he wastelling this story. I regretted the fact that I took his name to the policebecause he was severely assaulted and he had to run away from his home to goand stay in Lesotho. He left schooling. He was a young boy. I was so hurt, myheart was troubled, and I said to myself it could have been better if it wasmy child. I felt sorry for this boy for what happened to him. He came back homeafter quite a long time. The police would take me and put me into the van togetherwith him, and we would drive around the township in the B Section, and theywould say to us, "Point the boys who did this to your house." But this boy couldn'tidentify any one of them. I didn't know one of them, but I had to be in thevan every day they were conducting their searched. And I was then accused - the boy was then accused, because they said to him,"We saw you in the police van. We saw you with the police. You were going totell them that we burnt Mrs Matsunyane's house," and they would assaulthim and they would harass him. In 1990 I was sitting in front of my house, andI called another neighbour so that we can go to a funeral. While we were stilltalking, discussing this issue of going to the funeral, I saw a group of youngpeople coming, and they stopped right in front of my house. It was in the afternoonat about 4 o'clock. And they made a circle, and after that they talked. It wasright in front of my house, and I said to this woman, "Let us go and sit onthe stoep." We didn't hear anything that they were saying. Then they dispersed.They chased away the young ones, they said, "Go, go." The young ones went off,and the elderly ones stayed behind and they were talking. After a while theydispersed and they all took different directions. I said to this woman, "I amnow scared. I have asked you to go to the funeral with me, but I am not relaxedat all. Can you please go," and that woman left. It was on the 16th of June.The same night we heard bombs. It was just after we've enjoyed our supper. Myhouse was surrounded, but luckily nobody was injured in that case. All the thingsin my bedroom were burnt, but something surprising - there was a small table.We used to put a Bible on that table, and some few books. This table was burntinto ashes, but the book, the Bible, was not even affected, it just fell ontop of those ashes. It was not affected by the fire. Even the police, the sergeants,were pointing - were looking at this, were showing the others, because therewere ashes, but the Bible fell when the table was burning, but the Bible was notburnt. It was a long story. I lost everything. I was mentally disturbed. Thepolice even in that case did not help me. Everything ended up nowhere. I didn'tfind any assistance of any kind. I think I am finished.