Saturday, December 07, 2013
I remember the first time I heard of apartheid. I was in high school and I thought I was missing something it all sounded so preposterous.
Later, in college I was one of those kids out in the quad protesting our university's involvement with South Africa. I've always looked back on those days and sort of chuckled, like oh sure the government of South Africa was going to say "what's this? some college kids in North Carolina want us to end apartheid, well that does it then we must end it now."
But we meant well and maybe if we didn't affect anything in a country far far from ours, we did make someone out there look at their own actions a little differently. I'd like to think so.
I remember when Mandela was released from prison.
I remember when he was elected president.
and now he's gone
I know that the African way is to celebrate a life and not mourn a death, but I can't help but feel that the world is diminished today without him in it.
"For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others."