and the reason we were eating rice krispies was that our parents had been arrested, and the newspaperse pictures of these three cute children eating their second breakfast you know, with... so, that was the beginning of my memory. but i remember each time that they were arrested and, you know, locked up for a while until finally in the last period when i was in south africa, my mother was arrested and held under 90—day detention, and she was held incommunicado for 117 days. after that is when we left and came to england. yeah, so there was a lot of separation and i imagine a lot of anxiety in your childhood. there was a lot of fear, ithink, yeah. yeah. and because they disappeared, they were continually disappearing. and there, they were in danger. they weren't in the same kind of danger as their black compatriots, because at that point of time, white people, even in prison, were treated differently if they were politicos. but, yes, there was a lot of unknown happening. it's what turned me into a writer, i think. your father was, was a revolutionary. i mean, he believed, quite clearly