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A true leader
July 18 marked the 90th birthday of Nelson Mandela, leader of South Africa's freedom struggle and icon of the 20th and 21st centuries. Here we reproduce passages from Long Walk to Freedom, the acclaimed memoir of this remarkable man whose life is an inspiration to all those around the world fighting for human rights and human dignity. Nelson Mandela's life is a testament to the power of true leadership and how one man's courage and moral example can change the course of history and lead a nation to freedom.
THERE was little time for lengthy farewells. The plan was that Winnie and 1 would be driven in a car to the front gate of the prison. 1 had told the authorities that I wanted to be able to say good-bye to the guards and warders who had looked after me and I asked that they and their families wait for me at the front gate, where I would be able to drank them individually.
By 3:30,1 began to get resdess, as we were already behind schedule. I told the members of the reception committee that my people had been waiting for me for twentyseven years and I did not want to keep them waiting any longer. Shortly before four, we left in a small motorcade from the cottage. About a quarter of a mile in front of the gate, the car slowed to a stop and Winnie and I got out and began to walk toward the prison gate.
At first, 1 could not really make out what was going on in front of
us. but when I was within one hundred fifty feet or so. I saw a tremendous commotion and a great crowd of people: hundreds of photographers and television cameras and news-people as well as several thousand well-wishers. I was astounded and a little bit alarmed. I had truly not expected such a scene; at most, I had imagined that there would be several dozen people, mainly the warders and their families. But this proved to be only the beginning; 1 realized we had not thoroughly prepared for all that was about to happen.
Within twenty feet or so of the gate, the cameras started clicking, a noise that sounded like some great herd of metallic beasts. Reporters started shouting questions; television crews began crowding in; ANC supporters were yelling and cheering. It was a happy, if slightly disorienting chaos. When a television crew titrust a long, dark, furry object at me, I recoiled slightly, wondering if it were some newfan-
gled weapon developed while I was in prison. Winnie informed me that it was a microphone.
When I was among the crowd I raised my right fist and there was a roar. I had not been able to do that for twenty-seven years and it gave me a surge of strength and joy. We stayed among the crowd for only a few minutes before jumping back into the car for the drive to Cape Town. Although I was pleased to have such a reception. I was greatly vexed by the fact that I did not have a chance to say good-bye to the prison staff. As I finally walked through those gates to enter a car on the other side, 1 felt even at the age of seventy-one that my life was beginning anew. My ten thousand days of imprisonment were over.
On the evening of May 2, Mr. de Klerk made a gracious concession speech. After more than three centuries of rule, the white minority was conceding defeat and turning over power to the black majority. That Evening, the ANC was planning a
victory celebration at the ballroom of the Carlton Hotel in downtown Johannesburg. 1 was suffering from a bad case of the flu and my doctors ordered me to remain at home. But there was nothing that could keep me away from that party. 1 went onstage at about nine o'clock and faced a crowd of happy, smiling, cheering faces.
I explained to the crowd that my voice was hoarse from a cold and that my physician had advised me not to attend. "I hope that you will not disclose to him that 1 have violated his instructions," I told them. 1 congratulated Mr. de Klerk for his strong showing. I thanked all those in the ANC and the democratic movement who had worked so hard for so long. Mrs. Corctta Scott King, the wife of the great freedom fighter Martin Luther King Jr., was on the podium that night, and I looked over to her as I made reference to her husband's immortalwords.
"This is one of the most important moments in the life of our country. I stand here before you filled with deep pride and joy --pride in the ordinary, humble people of this country. You have shown such a calm, patient determination to reclaim this country as your own, and now the joy that we can loudly proclaim from the rooftops -- Free at last! Free at last! I stand before you humbled by your courage, with a heart full of love for
all of you. I regard it as the highest honor to lead the ANC at this moment in our history. 1 am your servant ... It is not the individuals that matter, but the collective ...This is a time to heal the old wounds and build a new South Africa."
It was during (hose long and lonely years that my hunger for the freedom of my own people became a hunger for the freedom of all people, white and black. I knew as well as I knew anything that the oppressor must be liberated just as surely as the oppressed. A man who takes away another man's freedom is a prisoner of hatred, he is locked behind the bars of prejudice and narrow-mindedness. I am not truly free if 1 am taking away someone clse's freedom, just as surely as I am not free when my freedom is taken from me. The oppressed and the oppressor alike are robbed of their humanity.
When I walked out of prison, that was my mission, to liberate the oppressed and the oppressor both. Some say that has now been achieved. But I know that that is not the case. The truth is that we are not yet free; we have merely achieved the freedom to be free, the right not to be oppressed. We have not taken the final step ofourjourney, but the first step on a longer and even more difficult road. 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. The true test of our devotion to freedom is just beginning.
I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way.
But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds
me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom comes responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended.