TESTIMONY_GIVER:
These childrencame. They had brought my son's T-shirt. It was soaked with blood. I took theT-shirt and asked, "Where is my son when my T-shirt is like this? How is he?"Then they said a policeman shot him. I took the T-shirt and soaked it in water.I lifted the T-shirt up and I saw quite a number of holes in the T-shirt. ThenI started to wonder how is my child if a T-shirt can be so full of holes. Iwent to sleep. Round about 7 o'clock in the evening I woke up and went to anothermember of the Civic Association. When I got to him I said to Mr Ndio, "Whereis my child?" He told me that we were going to try and hire the car and go toKroonstad. Approximately at 9 o'clock I saw the kombi. They said I mustgo to Kroonstad. I said they must take my sister as well as my other son, because I wasn't able to go. Then they went to Kroonstad.As we were sitting until 3 o'clock, at 3 o'clock they came back. They lookedat me. Each and every one of them just looked at me. Then I asked, "Is he dead?"They said, "Yes." I asked whether he was in Kroonstad. They said no, he wasn'tat Kroonstad, they said he was in Heilbron. I asked them how did they know thathe was in Heilbron. They said the Civic Association members phoned to try andfind out where my son was, so they went to Bloemfontein. They actually threatenedthe police. They told them that, "If we don't get him in Bloemfontein you aregoing to be in trouble." When they got there we didn't know what to do, we juststayed for the whole morning until dawn. I couldn't sleep. I was told to goto the police station to go and report that my child had died or had been killed.I went to the police station. There was a man who was working at the mortuary.He was also expecting me. When I got there they pulled my child's corpse. Istood there in silence and I looked at my son. He had a lot of holes in hisbody. Blood had seeped out of his back. He wasn't even wearing a T-shirt. Thisgentleman asked me whether I was satisfied, I had positively identified my son.I said yes. My sister said she wanted to see if it really was him. Then shewanted to find out about post-mortems, as to where they should be taken fora post-mortem. She was told that they were being taken to Gauteng for a post-mortem.My sister told them that they must know that we are also going to take him toa pathologist, who was going to try and find out the cause of death. They toldus that we would get the corpses on a Thursday. They took the corpses. The corpses came back. We buried them. From there we stayed until1993. That's only then that we were told about our children. They told me thatmy child had died due to loss of blood. That was all they could tell me aboutmy son.