The irony of Sobers and white South Africans getting on cannot be allowed to be lost.
Despite everything the apartheid government had tried to do to keep different races separate — from the hospitals in which they were born to the schools they attended to where they lived to who they had sexual and other relationships with to which jobs they could hold to where they were buried — put black and white people in the same dressing room and, bloody hell, they might just like each other.
Worse, they might discover that they had plenty in common.
Worst of all, they might treat each other as equals.
The irony of Sobers and white South Africans getting on cannot be allowed to be lost. Despite everything the apartheid government had tried to do to keep different races separate — from the hospitals in which they were born to the schools they attended to where they lived to who they had sexual and other relationships with to which jobs they could hold to where they were buried — put black and white people in the same dressing room and, bloody hell, they might just like each other. Worse, they might discover that they had plenty in common. Worst of all, they might treat each other as equals.
