District Six was a thriving neighborhood, nestled beneath the famous Table Mountain in Cape Town. It was a place of colour, music, friendship. A place where Jews, Muslims, Indians and those of mixed race and unknown origin lived side by side. A place of churches, mosques, markets and artisans, these artisans whom we still seek out today. My mother loved this place and walked those dirty streets to find the right seamstress to make her wedding dress so many years ago. I wish I could have seen it too.
In the 1960’s the apartheid government declared District Six a white-only zone and all families and friends were split up in the evacuation; communities that had been constructed over decades were divided and sent to the Cape Flats. It still stands empty today, an emotional reminder to the vibrant community that once walked its soil, the south-easter still howling through those non-existent and beautifully dirty streets.
Information on the redevelopment, for those interested.