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    I was seeking some sort of activist outlet as a freshman in college and got swept up in the divestment movement. We all gathered outside the College President's office and residence and sang Peter Gabriel songs.

    I still wonder what we must have looked like, a bunch of upper middle class white kids, looking for a cause, screeching "Freeeeeeeeee Nelson ManDELa" and hopping up and down. Not a one of us had been to SA or really knew much about aparteid. A classic case of rebel without a clue, I think.

    Later in life, when I got the chance to actually hear President Mandela speak in person, I was amazed at how gentle the cadence of his voice was and how direct his gaze was at the audience. No notes or podium between us. He was talking to us, never at us.

    Our "direct action" probably would have been better served by stalking through Colorado Springs and decimating the lawn jockey population. I don't even know if the school ever divested, but I know if they did, it would have been due to the power and righteousness of Nelson Mandela and his movement rather than our tedious attempts to be relevant. He is a man of heart and spirit, and my prayers are always with him and his country.

    Almost 10 year old Daughter: "Boys are pretty good, but daughters have sentimental value." Me: "I don't think that phrase means what you think it does." Daughter: "None of them do, Mom. More's the pity. Words have to be flexible in today's world."

    by left rev on Tue Dec 11, 2012 at 03:20:34 PM PST

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