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On 27th April 1994, I stood with thousands of other South Africans for hours, in the great leveller of a long, snaking queue as we waited to vote in the country’s first democratic elections. I was 30 years old, and although I am a white South African, I had never previously voted. Along with 63 per cent of my fellow voters, I put my cross next to the image of Nelson Mandela, and the African National Congress. Although I have never been a member, being “ANC” has been central to my identity since my late teens. I not only subscribed…

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