It is a truism of South African history that black people have been ‘invisible’ for centuries – erased out of history, erased out of place, erased out of cities, erased out of mind. It is also a truism that this erasure is no accident – it didn't just happen; it was part of the grander history of the colonisation of the southernmost tip of the African continent. It is in this state of being post-colonials that we as a ‘new generation’ of South Africans – Mandela's progeny, Generation X/Y, ‘Model Cs’, Born Frees, whatever epithet you care to throw at us – confront the ‘blank spaces’ of our country's history.

This chapter will be the meditation of a Generation Xer on how we can restore sight so that future generations can see themselves in ‘history’. It is based on the thought that the only way we can restore this lost sight is by assuming the role carved out for us by an earlier generation of Africans who themselves had to deal with the shock of watching themselves being erased. Their struggle to paint in, fill in, plaster over, colour in the experience of being a historical subject and a seeing being is our struggle. I shall call these earlier Africans the ‘black interpreters’.

However, inasmuch as their struggle is ours, this chapter will also argue that being a post-colony is not a period measured in time but an age: ‘As an age, the postcolony encloses multiple durées made up of discontinuities, reversals, inertias, and swings that overlay one another, interpenetrate one another, and envelope one another: an entanglement.’