So we hid. It was a bright moonlit night and we hid in the garage. I could see now there was a crowd out in front of the house, probably 200 people, flaming torches and machetes, and of course I start sweating bullets. They started chopping down the fence and the night watchman said, We have to go out, otherwise they re going to come in here. So I just kind of took a deep breath, and the two of us walked into the moonlight and held our machetes.
Whites stay here, whites live here.
And then, one by one, they started running away. I spent the next two or three nights crawling around on my hands and knees on the floor listening to bullets whizzing by, and to gunfire. During one of those days, I went over to a hotel where a bunch of my friends lived. So the owner of the hotel and I wondered what the hell was going on. The two of us just stood up and went out and stood on the veranda with our hands on our hips watching this.