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This is an essay I wrote after work one evening after reading through some news stories of the day. South Africa has a history of racial segregation I felt that currently we are subject to a new form of segregation. We are being segregated by economic class as opposed to our historic racial segregation. This essay deals with some critical issues that I believe we should discuss if we want to see real change in our country. Some of the lessons are transferable to other countries around the world, so any feedback and comments would be most welcome.All Rights Reserved

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