White female South African: I can remember it as if it happened yesterday, the day they bulldozed my maidservant's shack, destroyed all of her property, and separated her from her children--all of this on a night that I had planned a formal dinner for thirty. Oh, how I cried! How many girls would I have to interview before I'd find another Jacinta? As they took Jacinta away kicking and struggling, I felt as if the police were pulling me away kicking and struggling. I had to do something, so I cried, and I took a picture for my little scrapbook of anguish.