In our blanket vilification of all police, we are guilty of the same thing we are fighting.

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When I was in my first year of University, a riot broke out on campus. I was with some friends and we were coming from the library at about 10 pm after finishing off an assignment when another student came running past us holding a whole frozen chicken up in the air.

“Free Chicken at Manfred Hodson!” He yelled. “Go and get yours! Free chicken! Free everything!”

We stopped and watched him run off, still yelling victoriously. What on earth was he going on about?

Another student came running past, several loaves of bread in his arms.

Manfred Hodson was one of the Dining Halls on campus. As we approached it, we saw the broken windows and smashed doors and watched as students jumped in and flew out holding all sorts of loot; bread, cuts of meat, chicken. …


Fungai Tichawangana

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