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From the international reviews:

The story of an almost unimaginable dialogue an exploration of evil, and innocence, and the gray spaces in between. New York Times

A startlingly personal account written with clarity, energy and enormous empathy Its brevity and sheer readability make A Human Being Died That Night a landmark in post-conflict studies [It] is a personal journey, yet it also offers a blue-print of hope for the Balkans, the Middle East and anywhere else that systemic violence has ruptured human relations. Washington Post

Pumla Gobodo-Madikizela has every reason to loathe renowned death squad chief Eugene de Kock. But in this searching look at him, she gives evidence of an even greater human mystery: the capacity for understanding and compassion. Adam Hochschild, author of King Leopolds Ghost

[A] psychologist of striking moral intelligence and clarity Gobodo-Madikizela has composed a beautiful moral document. Time

An exploration of the far reaches of compassion The important messages of this remarkable book are many. But the powers of compassion and forgiveness are not the least of them. Christian Science Monitor

This book stands out for its articulate attempt to explain in laymans terms how the [Truth and Reconciliation Commission] furthered the psychological process of national reconciliation through individual expressions of remorse and forgiveness. Foreign Affairs

A HUMAN BEING
DIED THAT NIGHT

Forgiving Apartheids
Chief Killer

Pumla Gobodo-Madikizela

For you Sesi in loving memory Contents Preface by Nelson Mandela This - photo 1

For you, Sesi,
in loving memory

Contents
Preface by Nelson Mandela

This is an extraordinary human story about a self-confessed, ruthless and highly skilled murderer. It is based on a series of lengthy interviews that Professor Pumla Gobodo-Madikizela has conducted with a man widely known as Prime Evil in an attempt to understand what motivated him to commit the deeds he engaged in. This is a book that does not simply condemn. It explores the multiple dimensions of an ideology that made a man. The subtext is that if we fail to understand the nature and power of the forces that make for evil forces that often lie just beneath the surface of most societies they are likely to reoccur in one form or another at some time in the future.

One of the tasks of South Africas Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC) was to uncover the causes, motives and perspectives of oppression and the mind of perpetrators of gross violations of human rights. Professor Gobodo-Madikizela takes this mandate a step further. Drawing on her considerable skill as a psychologist, she also reaches deep into her own humanity to confront herself and her readers with a range of pertinent moral and spiritual questions about the capacity of human beings to commit evil. This is the story of an encounter between two very different human beings. One white, the other black. One male, the other a woman. One an apartheid torturer, the other one who lived on the wrong side of apartheid laws. The one a pursuer of evil in a clandestine manner, the other a member of the TRC, eager to lay bare the evils of the past.

The book takes a dramatic turn with de Kocks extraordinary awakening of remorse. De Kock focuses the spotlight on a system within which he worked and on those who rewarded him for his evil deeds. This raises questions concerning the moral and legal responsibility of government, civil servants, officers in the police and armed forces as well as citizens. Many who designed and nurtured the apartheid state, gave orders to kill or simply turned a blind eye to what was happening have never been required to face the questions that de Kock and Professor Gobodo-Madikizela require the reader to face.

This is not a book of easy answers. It poses deep questions about social and political responsibility. It at the same time discerns the presence of humanity in the midst of the worst kind of evil. This is a book about the possibility of healing and restoration. In this sense it is a profoundly South African book about the South African transition in which people on both sides of the political divide reached out to one another in an attempt to understand what went wrong as a basis for limiting the chances of the kind of evil that brought this country to its knees ever happening again. It is a book that anyone interested in learning how after massive traumatic events it is possible to transcend feelings of revenge and break the cycles of political violence. Its relevance stretches far beyond South Africa.

Pumla Gobodo-Madikizelas erudition as a scholar, her warmth as a human being and her insight into the South African story come together in a book that makes an important contribution to existing literature on the psychology of evil and on the South African transition. I am extremely grateful to her.

April 2006

Brother, brother, what are you saying? I mean, you have blood on your hands! Dunya cried in despair.

The blood thats on everyones hands that flows and has always flowed through the world like a waterfall, that is poured like champagne and for the sake of which men are crowned in the Capitol and then called the benefactors of mankind. Well, just take a closer look and see whats really what!

F YODOR D OSTOYEVSKY ,
Crime and Punishment

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Scenes from Apartheid

A S I DROVE the last half-mile of the road that leads to South Africas notorious Pretoria Central Prison, I felt a dread unlike any I had felt in my earlier visits. Before I could make myself ready, a huge sign high above me at the entrance announced the noble agenda: Correctional Services: Pretoria. The reassuringly professional sign was one of many changes, I half noted, that must have been introduced by the new black director of prisons. I slowed down my car, drove up to within a few yards of the prison entrance, and turned the engine off. I sat there, seeing but not seeing the people milling around gloomily after a visit with loved ones, waiting for the taxi vans that would drive them back to the impoverished townships on the outskirts of Pretoria. My anxiety built until I felt as if it could have exploded through the windows of my car.

The white guard stationed by the prison entrance was by now looking at me suspiciously. I impulsively turned on the ignition, not sure whether to move the car or, as I then decided, to get out, approach the security checkpoint, and announce myself to the guard. Anticipating that he would ask me to spell my name, I handed him my business card. He went to the telephone in his small observation room and returned to tell me that Doreen Krause, the head of the maximum security section of the prison, was expecting me. This hardly came as a relief; by now I needed something any obstacle that would give me an excuse to abandon my mission. Farther down the road I could see the massive gray concrete walls of the medium and maximum security sections of the prison.

The last time Id come here was in 1989 to interview a man on death row for killing a white farmer in the Eastern Cape. There was to be a retrial, and the prisoners lawyers had asked me to prepare a psychological report on him. That time I had driven straight to the prison without going through Pretoria. Pretoria was a city filled with too many of apartheids symbols the Union building, the seat of apartheids parliament, the statues of Afrikaner heroes, prison cells, and buildings of torture where many opponents of apartheid, black and white, had died or disappeared or mysteriously committed suicide. Pretoria was the heart and soul of apartheid, and I had no desire to set foot there. But now, as I returned to the prison eight years later, Pretoria symbolized something new. It was the city where Nelson Mandela had been inaugurated as the first president of a democratic South Africa. A workforce that reflected this new South Africa had replaced many of the white men and women who had been the civil servants of one of the most brutally repressive systems in modern history. This day, on my way to the Central Prison, Id driven into Pretoria to experience the atmosphere that came along with this new phase in my countrys existence.

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