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Title: Nothings changed overview'


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Nothings changed overview.
  • -Tatamkhulu Afrika
  • Wrote about injustice of Apartheid in 1960s. Had
    to use false name due to regime. Mixed race,
    classified as coloured so unwelcome in places
    like District 6 (his former home, demolished by
    white government). Poem highlights issue of
    racial discrimination, the fact that little has
    changed since the fall of apartheid and whether
    right to take part in attacks to fight that
    discrimination.
  • SO, to consider
  • How does Afrika describe District 6? What is the
    tone of his description?
  • Describe the sentence length and complexity in
    stanza 1. How does this change in line 9?
  • What are the differences between the inn and the
    café? (Consider vocabulary and details given.)
  • What does the poet want to do by the end? Is he
    right?

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Brash with glass,name flaring like a flag,it
squatsin the grass and weeds,incipient Port
Jackson treesnew, up-market, haute
cuisine,guard at the gatepost,whites only
inn.No sign says it isbut we know where we
belong.I press my noseto the clear panes,
know,before I see them, there will becrushed
ice white glass,linen fallsthe single rose.
  • Nothings changed
  • Small round hard stones click
  • Under my heels
  • Seeding grasses thrust
  • Bearded seeds
  • Into trouser cuffs, cans,
  • Trodden on, crunch
  • In tall, purple flowering,
  • Amiable weeds.
  • District six.
  • No board says it is
  • But my feet know,
  • And my hands,
  • And the skin about my bones,
  • And the soft labouring of my lungs,
  • And the hot, white, inward turning
  • Anger of my eyes.

Down the roadWorking mans café sellsBunny
chows.Take it with you, eatAt a plastic tables
topWipe your fingers on your jeans,Spit a
little on the floorIts in the bone.I back
from the glassBoy again,Leaving small mean OOf
small mean mouth.Hands burnFor a stone, a
bomb,To shiver down the glass.Nothings
changed.
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