“If I had my time over I would do the same again. So would any man who dares call himself a man.” -Nelson Mandela
Two days ago, on May 7th South Africa held its 5th democratic elections, celebrating the 20th anniversary of the end of white minority rule, the end of apartheid, and the country’s first black president, Nelson Mandela.
The African National Congress (ANC) will retain control. Jacob Zuma, (despite the controversy that has surrounded him) will go on to serve another five year term. The ANC has maintained control since the very first democratic elections 20 years ago.
It is a bittersweet time of reflection as we think of the sacrifices that have led to this day.
“People died for this right. They must not waste it,” – Desmond Tutu
The first time I was in South Africa was not 20 years ago but 40 – in 1974. This was a dark time in South African history.
The disease of Apartheid was rampant, infecting minds, killing people, and proving to be nearly fatal to the country.
In 1976, the Soweto uprising occurred, when over 20,000 high school students protested a government law stating that only Afrikaans was to be taught in the schools. Police quickly fired upon the protestors, killing many, among them, young Hector Pieterson.
In 1977, Stephen Biko was beaten and died in jail from his injuries.
Nelson Mandela remained incarcerated until 1990.
We cannot even begin to imagine what apartheid was like for those who lived through it. We have heard these horrific stories of violence and suffering. and we must remember them. I also think of the many stories we will never hear; the stories of those who suffered long, silent, lonely lives. I remember a simple woman I once knew. She lives in my memory as a powerful reminder of those dark days.
Her name was Monica, a young Zulu woman who worked as a domestic maid and cook in the small community of Skukuza, within Kruger National Park. Although she was married with a young son, she only saw them once or twice a year. Out of necessity, they were separated; her husband and son working miles away in a township outside of Johannesburg. She earned less than the equivalent of $8.00 a month. I remember being so confused. I simply did not understand. She was gentle and kind. She was smart and funny; warm and comforting. She became a friend.
When it came time for me to return to the states, Monica took me aside and made one request. She asked me to photograph her. She explained to me that if I was to do this, she could go with me. Part of her could finally leave. I carry her photo with me to this day. I wonder where she is and I think of what her life might be like now. I picture her somewhere with her husband, perhaps with her grandchildren, maybe even great-grandchildren. I think of her cooking for, and being surrounded by her family – at least that is my hope. And maybe, just maybe, Monica was able to vote….I hope so.
Nelson Mandela: 18 July 1918 – 5 December 2013(2013-12-05) (died at age 95)
Stephen Bantu Biko (18 December 1946 – 12 September 1977) (died at age 30)
Hector Pieterson (1963 – 16 June 1976) (died at age 13)
Desmond Mpilo Tutu was born on October 7, 1931 (currently 82 years old)
I am grateful to these brave souls. South Africa is one of the most spectacular countries on the planet and is worth fighting for.
Following is a safari that honors this important anniversary and the rich history of South Africa. It includes visits to some of the most beautiful and historical areas of the country; culture, wildlife viewing, and more.
