It will difficult to ever forget my first dawn in South Africa. The fiftieth anniversary of the Sharpeville massacre. We arrived in pure darkness, only headlamps lit the scene. The reality of sixty nine white stoned graves in a line only became understandable as the sun made its way to the horizon. Twenty One March is now recognized as Human Rights Day, but for the generation that lived it … it reamins Sharpeville Day. Our generation and those that follow must keep the stories alive so that all men are always created equal.