Friday, December 27, 2013

The Legacy of Nelson Mandela


On the 15th of December, 2013, Nelson Mandela’s body was laid to rest in his home village of Qunu. The massive, spontaneous outpouring of condolences and sympathy that his death triggered was a clear manifestation of the respect Nelson Mandela commanded around the world. The passing of a “giant,” as one magazine called it, such as Mandela’s leaves behind in its wake the daunting task of evaluating his legacies. In this article, I briefly reflect upon Mandela’s legacy. For all the respect he commands, Mandela also has his detractors who question the soundness of his legacy on two grounds. First, they question if Mandela greatness has not been expounded beyond proportions by the lopsided reportage of the media. Second, they ask if Mandela had done enough to protect the interests of blacks in view of the huge economic inequalities seen in today’s South Africa. Before facing these questions headlong, let’s step back, and begin by looking into the character of the man in question – Nelson Mandela.

Born Free

The most important feature of Mandela’s character was perhaps his being a free spirit. In his autobiography, The Long Journey to Freedom[1], he writes:
“I was not born with a hunger to be free. I was born free – free in every way that I could know. Free to run in the fields near my mother's hut, free to swim in the clear stream that ran through my village, free to roast mealies under the stars and ride the broad backs of slow-moving bulls. As long as I obeyed my father and abided by the customs of my tribe, I was not troubled by the laws of man or God.”

When it downed on him that his freedom was curtailed by the apartheid regime, he stood fearlessly to fight it. He neglected his career and his family, endangered his life, and spent much of his youth and adulthood fighting the seemingly insurmountable force of apartheid.

As much as he was free and fearless, Mandela’s also possessed considerable level-headedness. This character can be seen in his pragmatic approach to politics, in his humane response to the grievances of apartheid, and the level of self-assuredness he exhibited in all of those arduous years. No doubt his personality evolved over time, and perhaps he owes his sagacity much to the 27-year long incarceration he went through. In his autobiography, he describes how he decided to maintain an unblemished spirit in the face of venomous adversity:
“I realized that they could take everything from me except my mind and my heart. They could not take those things. Those things I still had control over. And I decided not to give them away.”

Thus Mandela managed to avoid becoming the monster he was fighting against, a trap all too many freedom fighters fall into[2].

When he spoke against apartheid, for example in the courtroom of his trial, he spoke in a firm but measured tone. His arguments were never polarized – never to the extent that would be expected from a person so unjustly accused, and was faced with a potential death penalty. He was charismatic, but never descended to the folly of impressionistic or populist arguments. His logic was consistent, and, perhaps by design, easily accessible to his opponents. As a politician this made him a trustworthy negotiator who could do business with integrity. His ability to exude trust and integrity was indispensable in assuaging the fears of the governing National Party which enabled it to arrive at a negotiated solution with the African National Congress (ANC).

All said, Mandela was a truly great persona that understood and fully believed in his greatness, and was not afraid to show it to the world. He was the right man at the right time. He was the grand spirit that applied itself to a great purpose, with grit and consistency, until it was eventually met. Thus he saw through the liberation of his people from an atrocious minority regime, and became the first black president of his country. By no means does this mean that he was perfect, and to that we will come in a short while.

The Unsung Heroes


A poster from the "Free Mandela" Movement showing the ANC helping Mandela's release.
Although Mandela is (perhaps rightly) presented as the face of the freedom struggle that brought down apartheid, there are two other factors that played at least equally important roles. The first is the leadership of the African Congress Party, which was able to mobilize the masses and keep the spirit of the struggle undimmed in a remarkably harsh environment. The second factor, contradictory as it may seem, is the openness of the system of governance of the apartheid regime. The predictable and law-based nature of the South Africa’s administration was a crucial factor that contributed to a successful negotiated solution towards democracy. In the years leading up to the 1994 election, there were several violent incidents involving the semi-autonomous tribal states and extremist Afrikaner nationalist forces, both of which wanted to either maintain the status quo or secede from the union and establish a separate country. The active and constructive involvement of the Afrikaner National Party avoided the risk of a violent civil war that could have dealt a catastrophic blow to the process of change. It is in recognition of this contribution that the Nobel Peace Prize of 1993 was given not only to Mandela but also to de Klerk who, although no other than an apartheid president, had the cunning to see the “hand-writing on the wall” and acted in favor of change before it was too late.


Mandela the Saint?

Mandela, however, is no Gandhi or Martin Luther King since he spearheaded sabotage and military action against apartheid. Although the ANC initially adopted non-violent struggle, it was forced to change its methods following the brutal retaliation of the government that culminated in the Sharpeville massacre of 1960. A year later, Mandela co-founded and became the head of the underground military wing of the ANC.

In a recorded speech, Mandela made the case for military action against the apartheid regime:
 “There are thousands of people who feel that it is useless and futile for us to continue talking peace and non-violence — against a government whose only reply is savage attacks on an unarmed and defenseless people. And I think the time has come for us to consider, in the light of our experiences at this day at home, whether the methods which we have applied so far are adequate.”

Mandela argued that “The oppressor defines the nature of the struggle.” It is largely for his involvement in bombings by this armed wing of the ANC, which led to several deaths, that he was arrested in 1962 and sentenced to life in prison.

When, in 1985, the then president P.W. Botha offered to release him if he rejected violence, Mandela spurned the offer, stating that "Only free men can negotiate. A prisoner cannot enter into contracts." Still, Mandela remained a champion of a negotiated solution during the long decades of his incarceration. The final agreement that led up to a general election was essentially engineered by Mandela in spite of initial opposition from his own party.


A picture of Mandela visiting his prison cell in Robben Island where he spent 18 years, taken in 1994.

Plastic Halo?

This brings us to question of the extent to which Mandela’s crown of ‘halo’ is a fabricated matter. If Mandela was not the only actor in the fight against apartheid, and if he were not really the forgiving saint that some portray him to be, then where does his current saintly picture come from? Although the issue is unavoidably subjective, I would like to point out a couple of biases and inconsistencies related to media coverage that contributed to this misrepresentation.

First of all, the media tends to settle for presenting a rather stripped down, even superficial version of reality that is targeted for the average audience. It is due to this common denominator effect that much of the news coverage regarding Mandela fails to fully present the complexity of the freedom struggle in South Africa. The case for such shallow reporting is especially stronger when the setting is a faraway country such as South Africa, so that nobody cares about the smaller details.

Secondly, there is the media’s tendency to repeat and magnify the sensual aspect of a story. Heaping praise and glory on famous individuals is both cheaper and more sensual than discovering new heroes, or going to the bottom of the story with all of its complexities. The extraordinary life of Mandela makes him a natural target for a cult personality. He is often presented as a statesman, a forgiving figurehead and a unifying force of South Africa, while in fact in his earlier years he was a rather militant freedom fighter. This narrative is also likely to gain currency since it makes Mandela palatable to the tastes of the international audience who would otherwise find it hard to identify with a freedom fighter of a faraway country. What transpired from his funeral, however, is that Mandela is loved and respected among his own people largely for defying the brutal, minority regime of apartheid, and for sacrificing his life for fighting against it.

Mandela is more fittingly described as a practical and humane politician with an indomitable spirit to win rather than as a saintly figure. Regardless of what the media says, Mandela remains a great hero of his country and the world at large. Perhaps the most important proof for this is the extent to which he was dearly missed upon his death by his own people who knew him closely for decades[3].


Mandela was sworn in as the first democratically elected president of South Africa in 1994. 

Liberty without Prosperity

Political and economic freedom go hand in hand. It is fair to expect that South Africans fought against apartheid not merely to be able to elect their own leaders, but also to have full access to economic opportunities. Under Mandela’s presidency, the government significantly expanded its welfare scheme by launching several safety net programs that protected the economically underprivileged, and introduced affirmative action to encourage the participation of blacks in the labor market. It also introduced a land reform to rebalance the extremely skewed distribution of land[4]. Although the economy benefited from these policies and rebounded rapidly, the majority of blacks in South Africa still remain impoverished.

Critics point out that the government could have taken more radical measures such as nationalizing the mines and other sectors of the economy. Given the fall of the Berlin Wall and the strong negotiation position of the National Party, these radical moves were ruled out from the beginning. In any case, it is difficult to argue that a mere redistribution of wealth could have redressed the intractable economic challenges of South Africa. In fact, the ANC should be praised for refraining from economic populism since poverty could be reduced only by means of long term growth.

The greatest strength of South Africa is not its wealth of gold and diamonds, nor its relatively high level of income. What sets apart South Africa from other African countries is that it was fortunate enough to inherit a set of political and economic institutions that were designed to work for the settlers[5]. The achievements of these institutions are already there to see in the country’s relatively high quality of life, and in the successful power transfer from the minority regime to an elected government in 1994. This makes South Africa part of a select group of young countries such as USA, Canada, Australia, Singapore and New Zealand that are unique for successfully transplanting the market friendly and democratic institutions of Old Europe (Or to be more specific, those of Britain). Because their inclusive nature, these institutions have the potential to unleash economic prosperity by encouraging wealth creation via education and entrepreneurship. The future of South Africa depends to a great extent on its ability to maintain and upgrade these institutions so that they serve all citizens. 

Of course it will take many years before the broader public of South Africa could be lifted up from poverty. The economic integration of the once-excluded blacks in the US, for example, is far from complete five decades after the end of segregation, highlighting the sluggishness of similar undertakings. It is perhaps fitting to conclude by citing yet another remarkable statement of Mandela about the need for patience:

“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 of our journey, 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.”





[1] Here and elsewhere I am referring to his official autobiography “A Long Walk to Freedom” that was published in 1995 by Little Brown & Co.

[2] The Irish poet W. B. Yeats wrote that “Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart,” which nonetheless is an assertion that does not apply for Mandela. In an inspired article that intimates his relationship with Mandela, Bob Geldof elucidates this point poetically: “The true miracle of Nelson Mandela is that it did not [make his heart a stone]: 27 years of incarceration, he did not break, and, most remarkably of all, his soul did not harden.”
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/nelson-mandela/10499624/Nelson-Mandela-Bob-Geldof-pays-tribute.html

[3] There is an important side note here. The Western media has a significant clout that enables it to decide what event is newsworthy, to frame it in its own terms, and even report it in a lopsided manner. It is, for example, very likely that an event in South Africa gets more media coverage than a comparable event in another country due to South Africa’s tight relationship with England. Here is an informative example of how the western media adjudges what is newsworthy. Everyone knows Colonel Idi Amin Dada, the brutal dictator of Uganda in the years 1971 - 1979. In those years, the western media was awash with news reports from that impoverished country, although, the content of the coverage grew dimmer through time and eventually turned against the dictator. The interest in this dictator was so significant that the famous film about him that was released after his death, “Last King of Scotland,” was a box office success. In these same years, close by Ethiopia was ruled by another dictator, Colonel Mengistu Hailemariam, who oversaw a disastrous reign of terror and civil war in the country. Under both dictators, it is estimated that hundreds of thousands people perished. Nonetheless, there was a much less news coverage from Ethiopia than Uganda. Even today, googling the names of the two dictators reveals that Idi Amin Dada gets almost 100,000 more search hits than Mengistu Haile Mariam, although the later was a dictator for twice as many years and over a much larger country. How do we explain this significant difference of interest between the two dictators? The answer lies in the strong relationship of Uganda with Britain, which was its past colonial master, as a result of which Uganda is a member of the Commonwealth of Nations. The British also had a vested interest in maintaining peace in Uganda because of the presence of a large Indian settler community which was one of the legacies of their colonial rule of the country. When their relationship with Idi Amin Dada finally collapsed, he displaced thousands of Indians who eventually came to England and had to be provided for. The point here is that, not surprisingly, the Western media sees things through a western angle, leading to a differential treatment of affairs that are otherwise similar.

[4] The 1913 land reform had shrunken the proportion of land owned by black South Africans to a mere 7%, although whites constitute only 9% of the population in present day South Africa.

[5] In most other African countries, colonizers built exploitative institutions that facilitated the extraction of natural resources rather than boosting economic growth. These institutions were then passed onto the newly independent African nations at the end of colonialization. For institutional difference between settler and non-settler coloines, see: Daron Acemoglu, Simon Johnson and James A. Robinson, 2001. "The Colonial Origins of Comparative Development: An Empirical Investigation," American Economic Review, vol. 91(5), pages 1369-1401.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Titbits

You have both the paint and the brush
To paint my life in any color you wish.

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You ask
Why I am always insecure 
It is because
I know I am always naked 
Inside my clothes.

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Father, take this life of fresh clay
And mold it into a beautiful art of joy.


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The roads to heaven are as many as the travellers.

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Not far can a dog run
When it chases its own tail.
Not much can a lion grow
When it gnaws its own paw.
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In three small moments
I can dismantle my future
And repackage it again
Altering the course of my fate
As my will would dictate.

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Just as the utterance of love
Is different across languages
So is the joy of life 
Expressed in a million ways.


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My love for each one of you
Is like a fresh red petal
And my Love for the Universe
The entre rose blossom.

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AAL

Introspection

What is pain?

Here is a comforting analysis. Whatever brings pain to your life is a great opportunity for advancement. Pain implies the absence of something you want, or the presence of something you do not want. But you can change your wants and desires, or even be free from them. The source of pain is not their absence or presence, but our attachment to them. One by one, we can remove our attachments, thereby increasing the level of our freedom. Pain is thus an instrument for freedom.

What is essence?

I try to answer this question by means of induction, by disproving alternate explanations turn by turn. What is essential must be true yesterday and true tomorrow. We can hence ignore all the dynamics about our lives and focus only on one moment, now, to find the essential element that does not change with time. It is like holding a strand of dry spaghetti with a pair of forceps or scissors, and cutting both edges, each representing the past and the future. We can now focus on the now. What is it in me that is essential and unaffected by time? To my surprise the only answer I could come up with is the Potential to Be. What I become at all levels of experience -- physical, emotional, mental – is non-essential because it can change. But the Potential remains a constant, whether or not it is realized, and in whatever way it is realized.

What is truth?

Who really wants the truth? In all honesty, truth is the least romantic -- and hence the least sought after -- of all the ideals such as love, freedom, peace etc. It is less romantic because it is neutral, and promises nothing. It might even be dangerous. What if the truth is in fact painful and restrictive instead of peaceful and freeing? But precisely because it is neutral, truth trumps up everything else. Hell the truth shall set you free, whether it sends you to jail or to your own house. Why? Because it is the truth. It has that inherent power to put straight all incongruency. Perhaps the greatest achievement of man is to look straight into the eyes of the truth. The courage to do it must be truly liberating. And there is also some tenderness about truth. And this is the fact that, however uncomfortable the truth might be, it can never be less rewarding than a lie.

Question Or Answer?

Life is one big question mark. Not a full stop. That is what makes it exciting! Humans love uncertainty. We hate cut-and-dried affairs that are concluded from the beginning. We love the question rather than the answer. The multitude of possibilities questions represent enthrall us more than the dreary facts answers contain. We love new people, new places, unexpected events, though with uncertainty and originality a lot of risk and danger is also involved. In movies we enjoy most not the ending but the dramatic point where the protagonist’s life is on a treadmill. While dating we are most promiscuous in the early stages where we have to form the bond. Even in sex, it is not the orgasmic moment that we find exhilarating but the moments building up to it. We are wired to enjoy the uncertainty, and the openness of expectations the unknown entails. 


Monday, November 11, 2013

Warriors

The storm has subsided
The losses have been counted
And the sun is finally shining
Through the mountains of cloud.

Now is the time
For you and me to come together
We have lost the battle
But the war can still be won.

I wait for your visit
With full faith
And call with an open heart
Come!
So you and I may talk business
Strengthen our alliance
And anchor our fraternity
On unsurpassed resilience.

Come, my Brother
My combat partner
Enough time has been spent
Waiting for the inevitable
Now is the time
For you and me to come together
To solidify our forces 
For this battle
We are certain to win.

I call you my Eternal Brother
My combat partner
Not only do you speak
The language of my mother  
Not only do you harken
From the birth-land of my father
Not only are you bound
With me in flesh and blood 
But also you and I
My dearest combat partner
Primarily share one goal
Ever since time was born  
Of winning this epic battle.

~By Addisu
Ancona, Italy
30-10-13

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Monday, October 21, 2013

Contradiction

I want to go to a place where there are no men, not even myself. 

Without men there are no questions, and no search for answers. No troubles and confusion. Not even peace and serenity... these solutions would be unnecessary where the problems do not arise in the first place. This place will have neither vacancies nor jobs, neither tvs nor cinemas, neither struggles nor compromises, neither things nor ideas, neither secrecy nor publicity, neither life nor death, neither time nor eternity, neither friends nor enemies, neither truth nor lies, and perhaps more importantly, no pretenses at all, and no purposeless existence.

It is not that I am too sensitive to hurt, or too fearful of suffering in a world of dramas. It is just that I am tired of the drama. We must admit that we do not really love to live in a dream. Although we may be fond of the experience for some time, we soon grow tired of it. The only reason keeping us in this place is our dim wit. We have long concluded that there is no better choice. Or we are contented with the occasional gratification in the short cycle of pain and pleasure. Not for me. I want to escape and get my freedom.

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How sweet it is to be in love
The butterflies on the stomach
The warm blood rushing in the veins
The flush on the chick
The wild drums of the heart
The intoxication of the senses
The fuzzy oozzy sensation
The exotic hallucination
The desire to melt
The wish to evaporate
In to a winged spirit
In the arms of the beloved
In the gaze of his sight.
To be in love, even fleetingly
To be lost and forget totally. 

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Reflections

The moment you open your mouth to say something, you are implying that something is there that is worth speaking. This is a judgment, and with it the whole world crystallizes into existence. You are now accepting the delineation between good and bad, and thus accepting all the limitations that arise from it. You are like one of us, a mere fragile human. You can be threatened, and even killed.

I will not pretend to be a saint who sees only the good and the loving. I am not inherently bad either; I do not wish painful suffering even for my enemies. I am merely a sentient being. I live to minimize my pain and maximize my pleasures, although my definitions for both are neither stable nor consistent. I am totally self-interested, and I see my wishes and fears scribbled on every thing in the world. I may even say there is not much distinction between me and another animal, with one major exception. In all the courses of action I take and the events I participate in, I am aware of the possibility of an entirely different course of action or event. I am able to see beyond what is, and even beyond my self-interest. In that awareness is the total distinction between me and another animal.  
There is an I 
That my mother brought up
There is an I 
Sitting dreamily on on the park bench
There is an I 
Pacing about in the office corridor
There is an I
That has a facebook account
There is an I
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Perhaps it is my job 
Trying to hold together
These multiple pieces of me 
In to a coherent story.

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