City Streets
The ways people are suspicious of one another around here is phenomenal. Not in a good way, just in an absolutely devestating and facinsting way. Everywhere on the street, in Observstory where we are staying, people look at you like you are an outsider. People look at each other like they are scared. Everyone's home or shop is behind wrought iron fences, barbed wire or broken glass topped security fences. This photo, taken at the District 6 museum was the first thing I saw in South Africa that actually captured my almost obsession with the way people interact with one another around here. I have never seen anything like it. I have a presumption that the legacy of apartheid lives on through these security measures, since there is no longer a legalized system to keep people out.