growing up in a small town, its easy to relate to the ideas that are presented in, Thomas Hardy's Tony Kytes, the Arch Deceiver.it also do not take much to understand and sympathize with the character's compendium of the lives of everyone who has passed through Longpuddle. even with the passing of time, these characters show to have preceded reputations and to live in a small town that is willing to forgive their wrongs in order to live a more peaceful life, in a particularly small town.
the story begins on a carriage ride, all the passengers relax and at ease, awaiting to arrive at their destination. all fourteen passengers know each other. they illustrate comfort and even entertain John Lackland's son, a stranger that has returned after thirty five years, with a story. it doesn't take much for a passenger to link the strangers face with its ancestors, quickly gaining trust. small towns have a way of creating comfort, and judging its people based on their reputations; reputations that travels quickly from person to person, in such a small town. it is only in a small town that after thirty five years, a stranger would still recognized and remembered. it gives a more vivid picture of the size of the town, simply with that recognition. further illustrated that in this town of Longpuddle, no one ever leaves.
when John Lackland's son asks about the whereabouts of Tony Kytes, all passengers know his story well. they talk about his deceitfulness and stupidity. they know about his attempts and promises to three different girls, and still manage to find humor in the situation. tony kytes was known for his looseness, his wondering eye. having had such a widely known fact, they can look at the situation comically. they seem to view the girls as more foolish than Kytes, seeing as they all where willing to bend their ways for him. knowing he did not do anything that was out of character, he simply used a little persuasion with the three girls. in most places this would be considered disgraceful, but in this town of Longpuddle, they walked into this and he is not to blame for the foolishness of these girls.
Even after Kytes has been discovered by all three girls, he still manages to marry one, further illuminating the shortage of options for the girls. in a decently size town, most girls would have walked away and found themselves a better suited man to marry, but because their appears to be a limited number, Kytes is still fancied in the end. the idea of small towns carrying on more supportive and compassionate is outlaid with the painter. though he is briefly mentioned, much of the town's ways is described in his survival. most villagers numerous painting out of piety. they hold almost no artistic value, but are bought extensively to keep his working .
Small towns hold their benefits. in the case of Upper Longpuddle they seem to be beneficial to its people. every member of Upper Longpuddle knows well enough about each other that most things do not come as a shock. they care enough to keep life going and moving along. but how much of it is out of kindness and how much is out of ignorance?
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
english reflective
If you ever get a chance to leave your busy world, and take the time to just observe the world around, you can see its dying desire for love. But, love is not as simple as admiration and a desire for another being, it has also intertwined itself with acceptance, companion and respect; not only for a significant other, but dear ones as well.
I found myself surrounded, sitting amongst unfamiliar faces. Some faces I may get to know within the next year, and some I know I may never understand. But, as I know all too well, they all hold a common goal. They all wish to belong to a bigger group. To feel accepted , to find those people whom they can share their joys and troubles.
I was born to a troubled family that bore deceptions. To a mother, a father, an older sister, and later joined by a younger brother and another sister. We grew up knowing the traditional Mexican ways, you did everything as a family. I was the daddy’s girl. My mother was a stay at home mom and my father was the bread winner. To me, my life seemed very ordinary.
It wasn’t until I was ten that my mother began working and that I noticed changes in my life. It’s as if her job had allowed her to take control of her life. Not only did she spend more time out, visiting my aunts and grandma, which at the time I was more interested in remaining at home and playing with the neighbors, than accompanying my mother. She also began to spend more time on the phone. By no means do those pervious statements imply that she neglected her children, the pattern later came with my father. She seemed to be put off by his mere existence.
We had never grown up hearing an argument, everything had always been the way my mother said, and my father had always supported it. He was a man in love with his wife. But, as the months piled on, in 2003, so did the hushed arguments. They were all muffled sounds though doors. Thinking back I never recall my parents ever showing affection towards each other, in fact, it isn’t until my mother couldn’t sit next to my father, that I came to realize this. As the weeks of their hushed arguments continued, I woke up to find my father asleep in another room, having not paid every much attention, I wrote it off as my mother having grown tired of my fathers snores. But, as the tension between the two of them grew, it became apparent in the eyes of my older sister and myself, that it was becoming unbearable for them to be near each other. I began noticing my father’s obsession with my mother’s cell phone. The process wearing more on my father than on her. He wore a look of depression and discontent, while hers was more cold and stubborn.
It was growing and becoming more noticeable, both my parents believing it to be unknown to any of their four children. My father had always had of way of dealing with disappointments by shutting himself off, from the rest of the world. Becoming a stranger to his children. My mother had begun visiting one of my aunts almost routinely, and her voice becoming softer, almost soothing over the phone. There was not doubt it was over.
I can still remember that hot summer day, my mother having asked us to enjoy the day outside, went to put an end to her unhappiness. I can still hear her voice ringing in my ears. Repeating over and over that he had to go, he had to leave his children and return her freedom. She was no longer chained to the marriage her parents had forced her to be apart of. She was going to be free, to live a life with her children, a life that she was in control of. She had hurt him, and with little protest he left. He walked into the hot summer air, only to find me waiting to greet him, demanding he tell me where he was going. After all it was uncommon for him to go anywhere without me. He looked at me and with watery eyes he told me how much he loved me and how he had to go, but he’d be back soon.
But, he never did returned to that household, and its almost as if he had left his ability to be a father behind, with the rest of his belongings. I knew it was the end, I had overheard it all. I knew that my dad was walking away from us. And at the tender age of ten, I also knew why. I had managed to watch enough soap operas to know when there is an affair. To know when a mother threw away her family, for her own happiness. I had known, but refused to acknowledge. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that my mom chose to confirm it.
To this day, I do not understand why a mother would choose to tell her ten year old daughter about an affair and break her heart. To create pent up hatred for someone she loved and hated. Not only was this the beginning to a very long divorce it was also, for me, the beginning of my understanding of the ugliness of human nature.
It took me years to learn to cope with the absence of my father, and the forgiveness towards my mother is not fully yet developed, but is instead replaced with understanding. I now understand that a mother can only bear to live uncomfortably for so long, before she begins to seek acceptance and joy someplace else. It would be selfish and wrong to have asked her to continue with her marriage to spare us these feeling. Though I will never understand the affair, I have come to cope with the absence of that man.
So regardless if you’re standing at a high school, gazing upon teenagers, or looking at a ruined family life, it is clear that all we want as humans is to be loved and to feel like we belong.
I found myself surrounded, sitting amongst unfamiliar faces. Some faces I may get to know within the next year, and some I know I may never understand. But, as I know all too well, they all hold a common goal. They all wish to belong to a bigger group. To feel accepted , to find those people whom they can share their joys and troubles.
I was born to a troubled family that bore deceptions. To a mother, a father, an older sister, and later joined by a younger brother and another sister. We grew up knowing the traditional Mexican ways, you did everything as a family. I was the daddy’s girl. My mother was a stay at home mom and my father was the bread winner. To me, my life seemed very ordinary.
It wasn’t until I was ten that my mother began working and that I noticed changes in my life. It’s as if her job had allowed her to take control of her life. Not only did she spend more time out, visiting my aunts and grandma, which at the time I was more interested in remaining at home and playing with the neighbors, than accompanying my mother. She also began to spend more time on the phone. By no means do those pervious statements imply that she neglected her children, the pattern later came with my father. She seemed to be put off by his mere existence.
We had never grown up hearing an argument, everything had always been the way my mother said, and my father had always supported it. He was a man in love with his wife. But, as the months piled on, in 2003, so did the hushed arguments. They were all muffled sounds though doors. Thinking back I never recall my parents ever showing affection towards each other, in fact, it isn’t until my mother couldn’t sit next to my father, that I came to realize this. As the weeks of their hushed arguments continued, I woke up to find my father asleep in another room, having not paid every much attention, I wrote it off as my mother having grown tired of my fathers snores. But, as the tension between the two of them grew, it became apparent in the eyes of my older sister and myself, that it was becoming unbearable for them to be near each other. I began noticing my father’s obsession with my mother’s cell phone. The process wearing more on my father than on her. He wore a look of depression and discontent, while hers was more cold and stubborn.
It was growing and becoming more noticeable, both my parents believing it to be unknown to any of their four children. My father had always had of way of dealing with disappointments by shutting himself off, from the rest of the world. Becoming a stranger to his children. My mother had begun visiting one of my aunts almost routinely, and her voice becoming softer, almost soothing over the phone. There was not doubt it was over.
I can still remember that hot summer day, my mother having asked us to enjoy the day outside, went to put an end to her unhappiness. I can still hear her voice ringing in my ears. Repeating over and over that he had to go, he had to leave his children and return her freedom. She was no longer chained to the marriage her parents had forced her to be apart of. She was going to be free, to live a life with her children, a life that she was in control of. She had hurt him, and with little protest he left. He walked into the hot summer air, only to find me waiting to greet him, demanding he tell me where he was going. After all it was uncommon for him to go anywhere without me. He looked at me and with watery eyes he told me how much he loved me and how he had to go, but he’d be back soon.
But, he never did returned to that household, and its almost as if he had left his ability to be a father behind, with the rest of his belongings. I knew it was the end, I had overheard it all. I knew that my dad was walking away from us. And at the tender age of ten, I also knew why. I had managed to watch enough soap operas to know when there is an affair. To know when a mother threw away her family, for her own happiness. I had known, but refused to acknowledge. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that my mom chose to confirm it.
To this day, I do not understand why a mother would choose to tell her ten year old daughter about an affair and break her heart. To create pent up hatred for someone she loved and hated. Not only was this the beginning to a very long divorce it was also, for me, the beginning of my understanding of the ugliness of human nature.
It took me years to learn to cope with the absence of my father, and the forgiveness towards my mother is not fully yet developed, but is instead replaced with understanding. I now understand that a mother can only bear to live uncomfortably for so long, before she begins to seek acceptance and joy someplace else. It would be selfish and wrong to have asked her to continue with her marriage to spare us these feeling. Though I will never understand the affair, I have come to cope with the absence of that man.
So regardless if you’re standing at a high school, gazing upon teenagers, or looking at a ruined family life, it is clear that all we want as humans is to be loved and to feel like we belong.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
to me. to you. to all of you.
beat me. just keep throwing your insults. but tell me this, when will it be enough? when will you realized that you've gone to far. is it when i have nothing left to give. when my mind becomes consumed with everything youve said about me that i cant breathe. or is when the world has stop giving me something to look forward to and i walk around like a lifeless skeleton.
when will you realized you are responsible for what you've done to me? when will your laughter stop ringing in my ears, and i no longer hear those hateful words every time i enter a room?
what have i done? to you or to myself? when did it become so worth your while to isolate me? why is it that we are not humane, but still humans?
when will you realized you are responsible for what you've done to me? when will your laughter stop ringing in my ears, and i no longer hear those hateful words every time i enter a room?
what have i done? to you or to myself? when did it become so worth your while to isolate me? why is it that we are not humane, but still humans?
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
time measured in events
in the cagle.com website there are various cartoons analyzing or critiquing American society. the one i found most appeal had to do with graduate students standing in an unemployment line. it is outstanding that our financial crisis had such an impact on society that we, as society, can not find a place for our graduating students. these students have spent years studying to prepare themselves for a job that they can not have.
learn what should be met by every teacher teaching this course.
time is an abstract thing, and because of this, people find different ways of measure it. in the essay "the telephone," Anwar F. Accawi uses seasonal events to measure the passing of time. he emphasizes time and event with at use of repetition and imagery, also using long complex sentences to better relate to the reader. Accawi's conversational style allows for a more one to one bases not the traditional informative style. Accawi uses language in a clever way, with the intention to present his view in a different light.
Accawi paints picture for his reader. he uses descriptive language and eloquently describes the place or event. he says, "when i kissed her, it was like kissing a soft suede glove that had been soaked with swear and then left in a dark closet for a season." Accawi's depicts the event with unique wording. his descriptions are unlike most that a reader comes across, he leaves a sour taste with those lines.
learn what should be met by every teacher teaching this course.
time is an abstract thing, and because of this, people find different ways of measure it. in the essay "the telephone," Anwar F. Accawi uses seasonal events to measure the passing of time. he emphasizes time and event with at use of repetition and imagery, also using long complex sentences to better relate to the reader. Accawi's conversational style allows for a more one to one bases not the traditional informative style. Accawi uses language in a clever way, with the intention to present his view in a different light.
Accawi paints picture for his reader. he uses descriptive language and eloquently describes the place or event. he says, "when i kissed her, it was like kissing a soft suede glove that had been soaked with swear and then left in a dark closet for a season." Accawi's depicts the event with unique wording. his descriptions are unlike most that a reader comes across, he leaves a sour taste with those lines.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
mary oliver "building the house"
the human experience is derived from difference experience, from attempts to open the mind to activities not normally found a person's persona and norms. Building the House, by Mary Oliver, opens with a carpenter interrupting his framework, in order, to write a poem. Oliver's excerpt is an extended metaphor, comparing language to constructing a house. in order to further expose her point oliver uses rhetoric devices to capture the readers attention.
Oliver praises the carpenter for his abilities to perfectly build anything , illustrating the irony of his inability to construct a well written poem. "everything he learned, he learned at a careful pace- will not the use of words come easier at last.." the young man is attentive and can easily apply his learning to life and attributes well made things. but the young man is unable to grasp the understanding of a poem and the flow of the words; he is unable to perfect a task, contradicting his nature. oliver, also uses personification, to engage and make poetry and framework concrete. "nor as time has brought obstacles and spread them before me..." because the passage tasks obstruct things and tires to relate them to solid tasks encountered by the reader. using personification the writer can better convey the difficulty of perfection.
the author creates an analogy between the construction of the house and writing an essay.
Oliver praises the carpenter for his abilities to perfectly build anything , illustrating the irony of his inability to construct a well written poem. "everything he learned, he learned at a careful pace- will not the use of words come easier at last.." the young man is attentive and can easily apply his learning to life and attributes well made things. but the young man is unable to grasp the understanding of a poem and the flow of the words; he is unable to perfect a task, contradicting his nature. oliver, also uses personification, to engage and make poetry and framework concrete. "nor as time has brought obstacles and spread them before me..." because the passage tasks obstruct things and tires to relate them to solid tasks encountered by the reader. using personification the writer can better convey the difficulty of perfection.
the author creates an analogy between the construction of the house and writing an essay.
Monday, March 29, 2010
nelson mandela
no easy road to freedom:
Nelson Mandela's story is truly one of rags to riches. he grew up in a native and long established tribe of Xhosa in South Africa. his people and his father treasured the value of education. education playing the role to gain millions of South African's suffrage and establishing the end of apartheid. in exchange, Mandela spent thirty years in prison. Mandela's vision did not go without world recognition, but the greatest gift was winning the love of the his people.
"Mr. Mandela how did you find yourself living with chief Jongintaba?"
"my father was part of what you would call the counsel of elders for the tribes of the Xhosa people, in that time our people were under both the chief and the british government. after being accused of stealing an ox, the British magistrate demanded he be present to sort the event. my father believing he did not need to explain himself to any person outside the Xhora people, did not appear. as a consequence he was released of his duties. when i was nine, he dead of a lung disease, but because Chief Jongintaba owned his rule to my father, he would repay him by becoming my guardian."
Nelson born July 18, 1918 believed education was the key to his success. It was in his first school at mqhekezweni, that his teacher changed his name from Rolihlahla to his christian name of Nelson. Nelson describes his early life, with simplistic views. he roamed in the fields and slept on a pad on the floor of a hut. seeing his father for a week, once a month; as he traveled from wife to wife.
"mr. Mandela what kind education did you follow and what was your drive?"
"after graduating from the local mission school, i was sent to study at Clarkebury Boarding Institute for my junior certification. Because i oversaw many of the counsel meeting with Jonginta, i knew the long history of suffering our people faced under British autonomy. after i attended Clarkebury, i enrolled in the University College of Fort Hare, where i was suspended for joining a protest along with Oliver Tombo. i later graduated from LLB. "
After his suspention and growing tensions with Jongintaba and his eldest son, the two boys moved to Johannesburg to escape an arranged marriage.
"what is the ANC, and how greatly did it impact your life?"
" the African National Congress, a political party focused on the equality of Africans in South Africa. in 1944, i along with oliver tambo and sixty others helped formed the African Nation Youth Congress and encouraged people to protest peacefully through strikes and boycotts. trying to help encourage people to join our cause and to reform the ANC for my useful activities. i was later arrested for a period of six months for my activities with this group. while i served my six months, i passed my bar exam and in 1952 i along with Tambo opened the first black law firm."
the ANC began fighting apartheid since 1912, it rallied support throughout the 1950's challenging the government. it was through the ANC that Mandela was able to establish himself as a leader and public figure.
who was Evelyn Mase?
"Evelyn Mase was my first wife and mother to my four children: Thembikile (1946), Makaziwe (1947), who died at nine months, Makgatho (1951) and Makaziwe (1954). the marriage did not last long and in 1953 we were divorced."
" did Gandhi influence your tactics of defiance?"
"i came to admire the idea's of a peaceful protest. we push back against the government in a peaceful way, giving them no excuse to maltreat us. i admire Gandhi's attempts at a persistence in peaceful protest "
"why were you once banned from the United States?"
"in 1961, i became the armed leader of the ANC and trained for guerrilla warfare as a last resort to end apartheid. in the 1980's war broke out and because at the time our actions were classified under terrorism, members of the ANC and myself, were banned from entering the Unites States. it was in 1960 that the ANC was forced to go underground, in South Africa."
"do you believe that the Rivonia trial was fair trial?"
"after i had left the country to learn military tactics i was arrested upon my return. in 1962 i was sentenced to five years for leaving the country illegally, serving as my own lawyer. while in prison i was charged in the Rivonia Trial. these charges where on the grounds of sabotage, treason, and foreign invasion. they did not understand that my violent means of protest where in response to their neglect of the African's needs. i was sentences to a life prison in 1964. '“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 needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.'"
under this charge, Mandela spent about twenty seven years in prison for the Rivonia trial. there he continue to inspire his inmates, participating in political debates.
"how would you describe your imprisonment?"
"my time in Prison shaped my person. i met people that changed my views on government. i was unable to attend one of my son or mother's funerals. my wife was arrested and harassed consistently. our work done at the ANC was dissolved and all but a few groups remained active. in prison i was constantly asked to make deals for my freedom, in exchange for pledges of loyalty. it was in prison that i wrote my first book MINISTER OF JUSTICE KOBIE COETSEE. I wanted to revive the movement we had dedicated our lives to."
it would become clear in the early 1990's that apartheid was not going to withstand. as the ANC rose to power the goverenment knew it could not keep its black citizens from voting. on April 27, 1994 the reign of apartheid had ended. and with the nomination for president, Nelson Mandela became the first Black President of South Africa. Receiving the Noble Peace Prize in 1993 for the triumphs of human spirit.
nelson Mandela at his inauguration said: "We understand it still that there is no easy road to freedom. We know it well that none of us acting alone can achieve success. We must therefore act together as a united people, for national reconciliation, for nation building, for the birth of a new world. Let there be justice for all. Let there be peace for all. Let there be work, bread, water and salt for all. Let each know that for each the body, the mind and the soul have been freed to fulfil themselves. Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land will again experience the oppression of one by another and suffer the indignity of being the skunk of the world. Let freedom reign.”
it wasn't until 1999 after five years as president that Mandela stepped down. this ended his rule of president but did not end his efforts to help those in need he established three foundation: The Nelson Mandela Foundation, The Nelson Mandela Children’s Fund and The Mandela-Rhodes Foundation. on his eightieth birthday he married Graça Machel. his efforts for a better future for his people did not come easy, it came at the expense of many things, but he proved that with a passionate heart anything can be accomplished.
http://www.anc.org.za/people/mandela.html
http://www.nelsonmandela.org/index.php/memory/views/biography/
Nelson Mandela's story is truly one of rags to riches. he grew up in a native and long established tribe of Xhosa in South Africa. his people and his father treasured the value of education. education playing the role to gain millions of South African's suffrage and establishing the end of apartheid. in exchange, Mandela spent thirty years in prison. Mandela's vision did not go without world recognition, but the greatest gift was winning the love of the his people.
"Mr. Mandela how did you find yourself living with chief Jongintaba?"
"my father was part of what you would call the counsel of elders for the tribes of the Xhosa people, in that time our people were under both the chief and the british government. after being accused of stealing an ox, the British magistrate demanded he be present to sort the event. my father believing he did not need to explain himself to any person outside the Xhora people, did not appear. as a consequence he was released of his duties. when i was nine, he dead of a lung disease, but because Chief Jongintaba owned his rule to my father, he would repay him by becoming my guardian."
Nelson born July 18, 1918 believed education was the key to his success. It was in his first school at mqhekezweni, that his teacher changed his name from Rolihlahla to his christian name of Nelson. Nelson describes his early life, with simplistic views. he roamed in the fields and slept on a pad on the floor of a hut. seeing his father for a week, once a month; as he traveled from wife to wife.
"mr. Mandela what kind education did you follow and what was your drive?"
"after graduating from the local mission school, i was sent to study at Clarkebury Boarding Institute for my junior certification. Because i oversaw many of the counsel meeting with Jonginta, i knew the long history of suffering our people faced under British autonomy. after i attended Clarkebury, i enrolled in the University College of Fort Hare, where i was suspended for joining a protest along with Oliver Tombo. i later graduated from LLB. "
After his suspention and growing tensions with Jongintaba and his eldest son, the two boys moved to Johannesburg to escape an arranged marriage.
"what is the ANC, and how greatly did it impact your life?"
" the African National Congress, a political party focused on the equality of Africans in South Africa. in 1944, i along with oliver tambo and sixty others helped formed the African Nation Youth Congress and encouraged people to protest peacefully through strikes and boycotts. trying to help encourage people to join our cause and to reform the ANC for my useful activities. i was later arrested for a period of six months for my activities with this group. while i served my six months, i passed my bar exam and in 1952 i along with Tambo opened the first black law firm."
the ANC began fighting apartheid since 1912, it rallied support throughout the 1950's challenging the government. it was through the ANC that Mandela was able to establish himself as a leader and public figure.
who was Evelyn Mase?
"Evelyn Mase was my first wife and mother to my four children: Thembikile (1946), Makaziwe (1947), who died at nine months, Makgatho (1951) and Makaziwe (1954). the marriage did not last long and in 1953 we were divorced."
" did Gandhi influence your tactics of defiance?"
"i came to admire the idea's of a peaceful protest. we push back against the government in a peaceful way, giving them no excuse to maltreat us. i admire Gandhi's attempts at a persistence in peaceful protest "
"why were you once banned from the United States?"
"in 1961, i became the armed leader of the ANC and trained for guerrilla warfare as a last resort to end apartheid. in the 1980's war broke out and because at the time our actions were classified under terrorism, members of the ANC and myself, were banned from entering the Unites States. it was in 1960 that the ANC was forced to go underground, in South Africa."
"do you believe that the Rivonia trial was fair trial?"
"after i had left the country to learn military tactics i was arrested upon my return. in 1962 i was sentenced to five years for leaving the country illegally, serving as my own lawyer. while in prison i was charged in the Rivonia Trial. these charges where on the grounds of sabotage, treason, and foreign invasion. they did not understand that my violent means of protest where in response to their neglect of the African's needs. i was sentences to a life prison in 1964. '“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 needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.'"
under this charge, Mandela spent about twenty seven years in prison for the Rivonia trial. there he continue to inspire his inmates, participating in political debates.
"how would you describe your imprisonment?"
"my time in Prison shaped my person. i met people that changed my views on government. i was unable to attend one of my son or mother's funerals. my wife was arrested and harassed consistently. our work done at the ANC was dissolved and all but a few groups remained active. in prison i was constantly asked to make deals for my freedom, in exchange for pledges of loyalty. it was in prison that i wrote my first book MINISTER OF JUSTICE KOBIE COETSEE. I wanted to revive the movement we had dedicated our lives to."
it would become clear in the early 1990's that apartheid was not going to withstand. as the ANC rose to power the goverenment knew it could not keep its black citizens from voting. on April 27, 1994 the reign of apartheid had ended. and with the nomination for president, Nelson Mandela became the first Black President of South Africa. Receiving the Noble Peace Prize in 1993 for the triumphs of human spirit.
nelson Mandela at his inauguration said: "We understand it still that there is no easy road to freedom. We know it well that none of us acting alone can achieve success. We must therefore act together as a united people, for national reconciliation, for nation building, for the birth of a new world. Let there be justice for all. Let there be peace for all. Let there be work, bread, water and salt for all. Let each know that for each the body, the mind and the soul have been freed to fulfil themselves. Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land will again experience the oppression of one by another and suffer the indignity of being the skunk of the world. Let freedom reign.”
it wasn't until 1999 after five years as president that Mandela stepped down. this ended his rule of president but did not end his efforts to help those in need he established three foundation: The Nelson Mandela Foundation, The Nelson Mandela Children’s Fund and The Mandela-Rhodes Foundation. on his eightieth birthday he married Graça Machel. his efforts for a better future for his people did not come easy, it came at the expense of many things, but he proved that with a passionate heart anything can be accomplished.
http://www.anc.org.za/people/mandela.html
http://www.nelsonmandela.org/index.php/memory/views/biography/
Thursday, February 4, 2010
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