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Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela (1918 – 2013): Mooi loop, Oubaas.

Friday, December 6th, 2013

 

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.

(c) Walt Whitman (Uit: Memories Of President Lincoln)

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Dit is met groot hartseer wat ons pas verneem het van Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela se afsterwe by sy huis in Houghton, Johannesburg. Watter verlies is dit nie vir die ganse mensdom – en meer vir ons hier aan die suidpunt van Afrika – nie, want watter inspirasie én voorbeeld, was hy nie vir die ganse mensdom nie …

By wyse van huldeblyk plaas ons graag die volgende uitsprake wat deur Nelson Mandela gemaak was gedurende sy lewe, en dit maak nie saak wat jou politieke oortuiging was, of dalk steeds is nie: dit is die naakte menslikheid wat in onderstaande uitsprake verwoord lê, wat in alle opsigte geëer moet word.

Soveel ryker is ons almal danksy die feit dat daar ‘n mens soos hy in ons midde was.

Rus sag, Oubaas. Jou stryd is verby …

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“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”

“There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires.”

“Our human compassion binds us the one to the other – not in pity or patronizingly, but as human beings who have learnt how to turn our common suffering into hope for the future.”

“I was not a messiah, but an ordinary man who had become a leader because of extraordinary circumstances.”

“A critical, independent and investigative press is the lifeblood of any democracy. The press must be free from state interference. It must have the economic strength to stand up to the blandishments of government officials. It must have sufficient independence from vested interests to be bold and inquiring without fear or favour. It must enjoy the protection of the constitution, so that it can protect our rights as citizens.”

“During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to this struggle of the African people, I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if it needs be it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.”

” No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. “

“As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.”

“Death is something inevitable. When a man has done what he considers to be his duty to his people and his country, he can rest in peace. I believe I have made that effort and that is, therefore, why I will sleep for the eternity.”

 ” I would just like a simple stone on which is written ‘Mandela’. “

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O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

O captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

 

(c) Walt Whitman (1865)