Abstract
In the often interesting, thought-provoking and sometimes acerbic exchanges in this journal about the response of counsellors to apartheid, the voice of an African counsellor has been conspicuous by its absence. Student counsellors in South Africa are grappling with the process of extricating themselves from the strangling cords of the old order, and vigorously trying to enter the threshold of the new. As they do so, it is imperative to hear the voice of those who have borne the main brunt of oppression. The latter group, however, should acrobatically straddle the tightrope between righteous indignation and constructive disenchantment.