I might've experienced some of the apartheid years while growing up, but experiencing it as a child is very different to an adult's experience of it. As far as I can remember it was "normal" to be in a white school while "the others" were in a black school. The same applies to our maid. It was "normal" that she lived in a township when we didn't. When I read Poppie, I suddenly saw the other side. Here is the story of the maid who couldn't move in the "white townships" without a pass (this would've been in the '60s/before my time), little money to pay for the bus or living at the madam's house and not getting permission to go home to her husband and family. It's heart-rending, tear-jerking stuff once you see what white South Africa did to its black counterpart.
Fortunately there's a note of forgiveness too. And I think, thanks to Mandela, the same applies to real-life South Africa as well.