JABU JAMES MALINGA
On the 18th June 1976 in the morning I was at home.  I saw a group of children passing by singing.  I was not working at that time.  They said we must come out and support them.  They are fighting for their rights as students.  They were against the use of Afrikaans.  Because they were black students we had to support them.  We started on the Third Avenue at the beer hall.  We were chanting freedom songs.  Then we went to the health committee.  Whilst singing there the policemen started shooting.  That is where the whole trouble started on that day.  We fought with the policemen from the health committee.  Then we went to the buses.  When we got to the buses the policemen were there, they were shooting.  We ran away towards the beer hall side, next to the cinema.  And when we got there there was already chaos, the bottle store was burnt.  People were looting alcohol.  We ran away up until Sixth Avenue and that is where they shot my friend there, on Sixth Avenue.  I was hurt because when I looked back I saw that he was just in a blood bath, I couldn't even see his head.  We ran off and then we got onto Seventh Avenue the policemen were fighting with the school children and I decided to fight no matter what happens to me.  I fought with these policemen and some police vans appeared from Eighth Avenue.  They were shooting
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all the time and that is when they hit me at the back.  And this bullet went right through the left arm, next to the ribs.  And they arrested me on 12th Avenue.  Bleeding like that they put me into a van and dropped me off at the clinic.  I stayed at the clinic from the morning and I was only attended to at about five o'clock in the afternoon.  From there on I was handcuffed and then they said they were taking me to the General.  I stayed there for two weeks.  When I got back I met Mtibi.  He asked as to are you still alive, I didn't respond.  I didn't respond to Mtibi's question.  They took me to Brits at the farm, there is a farmer there by the name of Makagala.  I was working on that farm with this wound, with no medical treatment.  This went on for three months and they brought me to (indistinct).  That is where I was released.  Nobody knew where I was.  I was scared to tell my parents where I was and what I was doing because my parents didn't like the things that we did as the youth.  They were religious people.  I didn't want to tell them because they would beat me up and chase me out from the house.  I didn't tell them about all issues about the meetings that we are attending.  Nobody took care of me.  From there on my father took me to the farm areas to stay there for a period of about a year and then I came back in December 1976.  I don't remember the date clearly.