In March 1690, I was with my friend and sisters, we were among the Protestants in Sharpeville. We protested because of the pass laws that we were arriving at a police station. The man who threw a stone at the police, fired in the air to disperse the demonstrators, they retaliated to the police by bombing, stone, and fighting. I was in shock. My sister and I have a banner.
Il y aura peut etre quelques fautes.
Voilaaa ;)