One of the first things anyone in South Africa ever told me was a story involving five or six “guys” (euphemism for a black South African man), a pile of leaves under which several people could hide, a broken down car, and a family of white farmers driving down the road. The story develops with an attempt at killing the white farmers in a surprise ambush, but the farmer, being smarter than the “guys,” manages to run over and kill the black South Africans. This was not told as a story about whites killing black, but rather, a story about an bungled attempt of blacks killing whites. Also, and importantly, the story had happened to the story teller’s close relative, just recently, very nearby where I was told it, and it was told as evidence of the dangers of a post-apartheid uprising among blacks and the overall threat to whites.