"Bulala!"

South Africa's Prime Minister Daniel Malan has carried out a policy of relentless Jim Crow segregation and suppression against both blacks and Indians. Last week in the Union's third largest city, Durban, where some 124,000 of the white masters live dangerously close to native quarters teeming with twice as many blacks and about 110,000 Indians, the smouldering resentment of South Africa's Negroes sprang to flame. Inexplicably, they turned it against the only people more oppressed than themselves.

At the Bus Stop. Word flashed through Durban that an Indian shopkeeper in the central market had brutally beaten a Zulu boy. Some said the boy had been killed, but few waited to learn his fate. In Victoria Street a band of infuriated blacks bore down on some Indians patiently queueing for a bus, and began hurling stones and broken bottles. From there the rioting spread to Durban's Indian quarter in the heart of the city, where other bands of blacks smashed windows, pillaged and looted. Indians huddled in terror behind their shops.

That night, rain dampened the Negroes' fury, but next day the rioting broke out anew. Driven from Durban's center by police and hastily mobilized army and navy units, the Zulus roared into the ring of Indian settlements surrounding the city, chanting their age-old war songs, brandishing flaming torches, iron spikes and their clublike knobkerries. Whenever an Indian was spotted by the blacks, the fierce cry "Bulala!" (Kill!) was raised.

Over the Cliff. Whole blocks of shanties were burned to the ground; in one house, seven out of a family of eleven died in the flames. Fleeing Indians were struck down in the streets as they tried to escape. Seven were flung bodily from a railroad train. From the settlement at Cato Manor, Indian women & children by the hundreds fled shrieking into the tropical bush, while others were pulled from their homes to be beaten and raped.

Here & there police and soldiers, armed with Sten and Bren guns, did their best to herd the homeless into improvised stockades to protect them from the blacks. From one stockade the panicked Indians tried to escape by jumping from a 500-foot cliff as a swarm of Zulus bore down on them screaming shrill battle cries.

By week's end, more rioting had broken out in Johannesburg, where someone tossed a bomb into an Indian shop. In Durban, things had grown quiet enough for officials to have a look-around. Amid the bloodstained and ash-strewn debris, they put the cost at more than $1,000,000 worth of destroyed property, 1,000 injured and 300-odd killed. In all the misery brought on, however indirectly, by the grasping and oppressive hand of the master race, only one white man had died.

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