Expropriation without Compensation by Meg Fargher # For four decades their machinery has rumbled, marching in inspectors, soldiers, military police, informers, spies, lawyers, cop-outs, sell-outs, killers. In and out, up, and down, opening, closing, banging, searching, shouting, leaving. Arriving. Leaving. Now arriving. John Mathope sits at the edge of his couch. The veins of his...