我们不是有色人

This is Westbury, a predominantly coloured neighbourhood in Johannesburg. Come and join us here in Westbury life.

Where people of mixed heritage live, people like me. It's a community caught in the crossfire between drugs and gangs.

When you smoke this they put on a safety belt. But they're also battling perceptions that in the new South Africa they're not quite black enough.

During apartheid the government separated the mainly Afrikaans-speaking people from black Africans and forced them to live in areas like this one. On the streets we meet some community activists holding a meeting about the challenges facing Westbury.

It's a great opportunity to ask them to define the coloured identity. I'm a coloured. I call myself a coloured because through the apartheid government we were given that name: coloured.

My grandmother is Scottish and my grandfather is a Zulu. What is a coloured? Because I can't see myself as a coloured because that identity was forced onto me.

If you have an identity crisis, what do you do? You don't know who you are and the problem we have in our area is our people don't know who they are

and history has been distorted so much so that even the coloured believes he is a coloured. Even though this identity was forced upon us: first by the colonialists, then the nationalist government and now the democratic dispensation.

Now I've come here to interview them but they end up asking the tough questions.