Patience paid off for them.
However after 40 years it will take them time to regain their pride and dignity that was stolen from them. Basically two generations have been born in this period. Only the elders will know the anguish their parents or grandparents must have endured.
Irony be told, people that were forcibly removed were probably moved onto land that was also expropriated.
Expropriated land on the Cape Flats like Lotus River and surrounds. There were many farms that were expropriated for peanuts from white people for all sorts of seemingly valid reasons at the time. Ask Council now why a piece of land standing vacant was expropriated, you will be met with puzzled faces as those Officials that did all those ugly things are either dead or retired. The new order haven't the foggiest.
In the area near where I stay there are two such chunks of land (10Ha and 44Ha) that were expropriated during this era and both still stand fallow. In the one case the family tried in vain to reclaim their land (44Ha) but to no avail. The complexities of their case I don't have any details for you, but they were white folk. Speaks volumes to me.
In our own family's history the Provincial Government expropriated my entailed Great Grandfathers property in one of our plush suburbs of Cape Town, which was been held at the Master's Office for winding up purposes for some 15 odd years, for school playing fields. Despite pleas from the remaining family to the Administrator of The Cape, the expropriation was pushed through.
It made no difference to them that an entire family had been born on that property, many had lived and died there for 65 years since the Great Grandfather had bought it. All this through 3 Wars (Anglo Boer War, WWI, WWII) and the Great Depression, when people were so poor* that if you wanted food you grew it in the garden, as there was no money for essential items or luxuries.
The whole scenario was weird. Almost as if the family had just been holding the land for the Government to take.
*One of the stories told to me by my father to emphasise how poor people were during that era was that my Great Uncle who was a Fitter and Turner having no job or money during the time of the Great Depression or earlier climbed on a Train at Cape Town, travelled to Upington and walked from Upington to the Diamond Mines at Alexander Bay/Oranjemund - not sure of the distance - on the off chance of getting a job there.
People nowadays cannot comprehend how
tough things were back then.
That when The Government said jump, you basically didn't complain, but asked how high.
Look at how many South Africans threw their lives away during the 2 Great Wars simply because the Government said it was your duty to do so.