I was sad to hear that Denis Goldberg had died. I had the privilege of meeting him twice. The first time was in early 1993 when he called me at Belron to make an appointment to see me. I had no idea why.
He arrived in my office in the Kings Observatory in Richmond, London. He was a big man, who seemed ill at ease. He sat down and said bluntly, almost brusquely: “I am no good at this. I am raising money to help Mr Mandela into government, and I want R10,000.”..
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