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Two friends of mine met him numerous times through their work in Africa. I was always envious of them.
He was a phenomenal man who changed the world. RIP.
"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living."
Marcus Tullius Cicero
To imagine what Nelson Mandela endured on that rock for over two decades, sleeping on the cold cement floor of a prison cell that was no wide enough to accommodate a prone grown man, was sobering indeed.
He had every right to emerge from captivity an angry and vengeful man, yet he proved himself to be one of the most forgiving leaders of this or any generation.
His calming and reassuring presence, even in retirement, will be greatly missed by all South Africans. We should say a prayer tonight for that country, as it navigates its way through the post-Mandela era.
Aloha, Madiba, me ke aloha pumehana.
This is getting a little confusing..
but history is an impartial judge!
The facts also are that she branded the ANC "terrorists", opposed any economic sanctions on the Apartheid regime, and pushed for Mandela's release only after he'd been in prison for how long?
I know that's not an exact quote, but it's a pretty close translation of what he said. I know, and remember it so vividly because it just made me feel so proud. Yes, this was the America we emigrated to, the America we asked to join as citizens.
And, you know something, Z? The politician that can get that message out there is the politician that Americans will follow.
Jeez, I think he got only 13 minutes. Even Limbaugh can't save him now.
The transition was not without bumps and bruises, but there were no great bloodletting, no retribution, no organized revenge on the former oppressors.
One of the great ones, indeed.
27 years in a dungeon, and not a spec of hate in his heart. It truly is a wonder, and a testament to the very best the human spirit is capable of.
He was not a saint. He felt hatred, bitterness, and all of the entirely human reactions.
But, he said, he battled within himself -- and often, and always -- to conquer the hate.
That's the lesson, the legacy.
R.I.P, Mr. Mandela. A little Ladysmith Black Mambazo for your journey. Peace. (link)
And I have forgiven this man in the last few days somehow. When I NEVER thought I could ever forgive him. But he was raised in the deep south as a black man, endured his own hells, and me and my mother unfortunately had to suffer because of it. But we all suffer as people, as mortals in this brief coil we keep tight in our hands (to bastardize Willy Shakes a Spear). I have forgiven him because I cannot allow his abuse to have that power anymore, or to define who he was, because there were times, very early in our relationship, that I can manage to muster a sweet memory from. And since he is the father of my brother and sister, there is no choice. Love has to prevail, or we as people will not.
Sorry, emotional time for me. Thank you Nelson Mandela!!
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.