TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  Thank you very much.  My brother is Njengabantu Sithole and I come just after him.  He was born in 1958 and I was born in 1960.  He worked for a SACTU union, that's a clothing union.  He started working there in 1988, towards the end.  He was in love with a white girl called Bridget.  I can't remember the surname.  He worked at this union and the members were so fond of him, because he protected human rights.  He arrived where I stayed and he told me that he's really working at the union, but he's not free at all, because every time he was fighting for the rights of an employee he had to go back to the company and report and every time the employers they wouldn't welcome the decision.  They wanted him to side with the employers and he didn't like this.  I said, "If you're no longer free like that, you must leave this job".  He said yes, he did want to leave that job, but he wanted to work, because he doesn't have a home any more.  Our mother died.  Nje was involved in politics.  He was working as ANC.  He was very involved at KwaMashu Township, but one day I got a report at home - it was in the morning on a Saturday - that our mother was sick, that our mother was at the hospital at home.  When they said I must be urgent, she was sick, she was at the hospital, but I must go home, I felt something