When I saw the final segment of Long Night's Journey into Day, and watched that Black cop speak to the mothers of the men he had victimized on that day long ago, I saw his eyes reach for theirs and I saw sincerity in his heart. I believe that he was in pain. I can't excuse his choice to become an apartheid lackey, but I can, for the first time, see more than a traitor. I can somehow recognize his humanity and weakness more as a part - albeit a terribly sad part - of the human experience. After everything I have seen and experienced myself, there is something about that segment of the film that made me understand, in a new and very profound way, just how much the apartheid system dehumanized my people.


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