“We must use time wisely and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.”
When I was a young boy we lived in Cape Town. Often we would go to the beaches at Blouberg, and there while playing amid the rock pools and sand dunes, when we ran over a high dune we could see Robben Island. At that time Nelson Mandela was in his cell – and every time I see the picture above, I think of him looking out of his cell window towards the beach where we played. It hurts to have that thought, that image, but pain also teaches.
When I was a young boy, we were taught that apartheid was the right thing, our right as conquerors and settlers of the land.
When I was a young boy I drank from fountains that had signs saying, “Whites Only”; and believed, as I was taught, this was normal.
Now that I am no longer young and I have a young boy of my own; I teach him that race, skin color, sexuality, and religion are not the ways in which we judge people; we judge people by their actions, their deeds.
Nelson Mandela, your deeds, your actions, your wisdom, your words, will live forever.
Rest in Peace, enlightened one, you gave us hope for humanity.