I'd say carry on, old bean. Any true tales you have to regale us with will, I'm sure, be interesting, especially for forum members perhaps only vaguely aware of what went on under apartheid's boot.
My parents and I emigrated to South Africa in 1952, blissfully unaware of apartheid. Given my mother's leftward-leaning, inclusive sort of personality, you can imagine how 'Blankes' and 'Nie Blankes' shop entrances, church pews, cinemas, cafes, park benches, water fountains, buses, etc., went down. I went to a school where learning Afrikaans and Afrikaner history was mandatory, so I learned about the massacre of Piet Retief and his brave, warm-hearted Boers, but only learned that African chiefs like Dingaan were wicked and scheming. It's no wonder that most, if not all, Afrikaner children grew up with an attitude of if not clear hatred towards Africans, certainly a wary aloofness and a readiness for belligerence.
My father sailed into work to be greeted with "Gooi dag, Piet" from his Afrikaner workmates-to-be. When he replied cheerfully that he couldn't speak Afrikaans (yet), they turned their backs on him, and told him that when he could, then they'd speak to him.
My mother became very friendly with the two mixed-race ("Coloured") maids who cleaned our rooms at the hotel we stayed in until we could find a rented house. This caused a lot of raised eyebrows, and the two girls - I still have their photo - Millie and Molly, said mother was the first 'white lady' who'd spoken to them normally, not like 'just servants'.
We left for Northern Rhodesia after just nine months in South Africa, an exercise which bitterly disappointed and appalled my parents. Later on, a few years later when we visited my aunt and uncle in Port Elizabeth, my aunt said her maid had been very upset by some family problems. She'd found her crying. My mother said, "Why didn't you give her a hug, Alice? At least she'd know you cared." My aunt was aghast - HUG AN AFRICAN?? And this from someone who'd married into a liberal, unjudgmental family which had welcomed gays, divorcees and a variety of oddballs into its friendship long before it was either fashionable or acceptable to do so. My mother was appalled in turn.