Athol Fugard's Sizwe Bansi is Dead is set in apartheid South Africa, and it dramatises with painful force the view that, under that system, life for black people is stripped of meaning, dignity and purpose. Yet through wit, storytelling and solidarity, the play also shows the human spirit refusing to be wholly crushed.
The break-up of family life. The apartheid economy forces husbands and wives apart as they leave home to seek work in distant townships. Sizwe writes to his wife in King William's Town while he searches for a job in Port Elizabeth; Buntu lives alone because his wife "only comes home weekends." The system subjects families to constant emotional strain, draining ordinary life of warmth and stability.
Constant police raids and harassment. Blacks live under continuous surveillance and violence. Sizwe recounts a raid at Zola's place where he is dragged out from under a table and marched to the Labour Bureau to have his passbook stamped, and he must flee to Buntu's home to escape further harassment. These raids enforce the inhuman residential laws that regulate every movement of the black man.
The passbook and the destruction of identity. The passbook is the chief instrument of dehumanisation, reducing a man to a mere number in a file. Buntu asks Sizwe what the white man at the Labour Bureau saw, "a man with dignity or a bloody passbook with a number?" To survive, Sizwe must abandon his own name and assume the identity of the dead Robert Zwelinzima, and in his confusion he cries, "Who am I?" This is the final proof of how apartheid empties black selfhood of all value.
Restrictive labour laws and exploitation. Finding work is a nightmare of endless journeys and stamped documents; even Buntu, born in Port Elizabeth, struggles to secure a job. The black worker, once employed, is used and discarded, and mine labour is poorly paid and deadly, for "many black men get killed when the rocks fall." Styles' account of the Ford factory exposes the same humiliation of black labour.
Inequality and illiteracy. Fugard hints at the unequal development of black and white townships and the segregation in education that limits black opportunity. Sizwe's illiteracy, his bare admission "I can't read," bars him even from work as a garden boy, sealing the hopelessness of his situation.
Conclusion. In these specific and general ways life becomes meaningless for blacks in South Africa. Yet Fugard tempers the bleakness with the resourcefulness and comradeship of Styles and Buntu, so that Sizwe's assumption of a new identity reads finally as an act of survival and quiet defiance rather than mere surrender.