Where righteous anger meets rigid allegiance

Alan Paton would not have shrunk from crucial change whatever the cost, writes Tony Leon Back in 1974, in the village of Botha's Hill, when KwaZulu-Natal was called Natal and apartheid was at its apogee , the boarding school I attended there played host to its most distinguished resident.Alan Paton glared at our matric class through his half-rimmed glasses and delivered a lecture of grace, passion and anger.