When we got to Soweto, I discovered that many informal settlements (like this one) are inhabited by the women and children of South Africa. I will always remember the faces of the children as they scurried to see me—I must have looked so interesting to them. I wish I could speak their language to tell them the measure of the strength and beauty that I see. They have a prideful look of resilience. One thing I will always remember: The memorial dedicated to the children who lost their precious lives in the uprising of 1976.