MS MASEKO
Yes that's correct, I said  but that particular day they mustn't go out of the house at all.  While I was still at work, between eleven and twelve I got a telephone call from one of my neighbour's at Khayelitsha.  I was told that my children were taken by the police at Khayelitsha.
 And the person who got the telephone call was my boss Ms Davidson.  She - she said I must take the phone, the I wanted to find out what was happening at Khayelitsha they told me that I must come back quickly to Khayelitsha because my children were being taken to the police station by the police.
 Immediately I took a bakkie who was one of the caretakers I asked him to take me to Khayelitsha quickly.  When I got there, there were many people in the streets and in my house.  I shouted for Thembila who is one of my children.  She responded from the next door, I asked where is Misimelelo, she told me Misimelelo has been shot.
 So I asked where was he shot, she told me she was - he was shot here in the yard, in the premises.  So I was told to go to the police station at Khayelitsha.  But that time they were not taken to the police station yet.  I went to the police station at Khayelitsha with the bakkie, when I got there, there were two doors at the police station, there was a door for blacks and another door for whites.
 So I went to the black policeman's door.  When I got there I told them that I am Phyllis Maseko I am from 260.  I want to find out more about my child who has been shot at the C-Section.  When I asked them they said I must look for him among those children who was - who were there - who were their friends.  I told them no - he  is not one of those.  So this black policeman told me to go to the white policeman.
 When I got there I also told them who I am, I told them I am looking for my son who they have shot at 260.  They asked - they asked  end of Tape 14, side A ... asked them what is doing in the van when the others are outside, he said he is dead.
 Immediately I grabbed him, I grabbed the policeman, I said what are you saying the policeman said he is dead.  So I asked where is he, he said he is in the van, so I asked what is he doing in the van, he said he is dead, that's all.  So the station commander took out a gun I looked at him, I asked him why did you kill my son, where did you get the permission to shoot.
 So I said one who shoots will also die by a gun, I saw him putting the gun back in it's own place.  I told this policeman to take me to my son, he took keys just when he was about to open the van at the back, I heard a voice shouting saying that no don't show her anything.
 I pulled a green curtain, I saw my child, sleeping among tyres, and he was foaming in his mouth, he was already dead.  When he opened the door of the van I also wanted to go in, he pulled me back, so that I wouldn't be able to hold him, then he closed the door of the van.  I asked him why were they keeping him in the van, they said they are waiting for the ambulance.
While I was still waiting, crying, some of the nurses coming from next door came to help me, they gave me some pills and water.  So I went back to the driver of that bakkie that brought me here to leave, I told them to leave back to work.  Now after 20 minutes the ambulance came - arrive.  I came closed but they push me away, they drag my son out of the van and they threw him on the floor.
 When they threw him on the ground, my keys fell on the ground as well.  So I told them those are my house's keys, so they throw him in the ambulance again.  So I asked them where are you taking him, they said we are taking him to the hospital so I went in the - in the ambulance as well but they push me back, they took him away.
 In the following morning, I was told that my son is in Salt River in the mortuary.  I went to this mortuary, I saw my son, now he was wearing white clothes, he was in the ice.  I was given his clothes, some ANC members come to my house and I told them this.  And I told them about [indistinct] mortuary in Guguletu where it was dealing with the ANC.
 His body was taken to [indistinct] - the police kept on coming into my house.  I collected all the - all the bullets, the shells of the bullets that were left and I tried to look beyond the slabs where he jumped over, that's when now he - he got shot while he was trying to jump over these slabs.  Now they dragged him towards 255.  Kenneth du Plessis was one of those.  During that time they kept coming to my house, one of the policeman took this bullet shells, I didn't know who he was, because they kept on coming.  They kept on asking me when am I going to bury my son.  They told me I should bury him on a Wednesday and there mustn't be more than 30 people who will be attending this funeral.
 I told my family this story, I told them that the police are telling me not to bury my child on a Saturday.  Because at that time there were six funerals on a Friday, on a Saturday I am sorry and my child now was one of those, he was now the seventh.