Special Report Transcript Episode 27, Section 3, Time 27:14

1990. Ezikhawini outside Empangeni, a war zone. // It was terrible. People were dying like flies. People were dying. It was terrible. We were just sleeping in the passages, not in our beds, not at all. There was the sound of bullets all over. From six o’clock you must close the gate, close the door and you must eat your supper in the passage. You could not sit in the dining room; you could not sleep in the bedroom. We were sleeping in the passage. Just like that. // The killers of Dorcars Luthuli’s husband walked up to his surgery door one evening posing as patients. When he opened the door they shot him. // By then my little daughter Nulundi came in and just went bezerk and said, who shot my dad? What were you talking about? And she told me, look at the cartridges and I looked at that. And then I came closer, I did mouth to mouth resuscitation and try to resuscitate him. He was gasping and blood was gushing right out the back. And I could see where the bullet entered the upper angle of the chest. So the blood was gushing out at the back and the pulse was fainting and he died right in my hands. He was just gasping. I couldn’t do anything, he died in my arms. That was the end of his life.

Notes: Dorcars Luthuli (Widow) interviewed; Newspaper headline ‘Assassinated: Dr Henry Luthuli’