The Hands That Spooked The Cradle

A few days ago, I was walking along, in a bit of a hurry, just minding my own business really, when suddenly from behind me I heard someone say in Afrikaans; “Look at that man’s hands!” I didn’t need to turn around to know who he was speaking about. The voice belonged to a young boy. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” another boy said in utter horror. I turned around to see two schoolboys, still in school uniform, standing behind me. The way they were behaving you would’ve sworn I was the monster in some black-and-white B grade horror movie from the 1950s. In my nearly 50 years on this planet, I am completely used to this kind of reaction by now, however, I don’t think I’ve ever encountered people who seemed so horrified before. There was a time when this sort of behaviour would irk me to no end. There are lots of things that I find hard to accept about society and the treatment of others with differences, but the one thing I have learned is that if you let something upset you that...