'Free Nelson Mandela' was playing in the Lizard Lounge in Toronto Ontario the night it was announced he had been released from prison. A score of people a couple of thousand miles away danced their asses off in celebration of what this release meant. Every time I hear that song I get a joyful catch in my chest at that memory.
Today I had to remove someone permanently from my Facebook. She and her family are white ex pat South Africans and her feed has been full of ‘you don’t know the real story, the blacks ruined my country’ propaganda all month. She has been posting stuff about how the indigenous people are planning on massacring the whites en masse soon and that’s part of why she got out. Sometimes it’s like that, some times it’s just ’ they ruin everything they touch’. Nothing you say can change her mind either. She will simply shake her head and say , “.. You aren’t from there, you don’t know what it’s really like. You only know what the media has told you. You think he was a great man, but you don’t know what he did to our country….”
This made me think a lot about the things I’m intransigent about too. And to be fair, I’m not from there. I don’t know what it is like, or what it used to be like. I would like to believe that he made the world a better place in spite of her claims.