Age Is Wisdom If One Has Lived

In The West The Past Is Like A Dead Animal. It Is A Carcass Picked At By The Flies That Call Themselves Historians And Biographers. But In My Culture The Past Lives. My People Feel This Way In Part Because Death Does Not Separate Us From Our Ancestors.

I Ask You And All The Leaders Of The World: Would You Act Differently, Would You Keep Silent And Do Nothing If You Were In Our Place? Would You Not Resist If You Were Allowed No Rights In Your Own Country Because The Color Of Your Skin Is Different To That Of The Rulers, And If You Were Punished For Even Asking For Equality? I Appeal To You, And Through You To All The Countries Of The World, To Do Everything You Can To Stop The Coming Tragedy. I Appeal To You To Save The Lives Of Our Leaders, To Empty The Prisons Of All Those Who Should Never Have Been There.

Africa Has Her Mysteries, And Even A Wise Man Cannot Understand Them. But A Wise Man Respects Them

I See Other Black Women Imitate My Style, Which Is No Style At All, But Just Letting Our Hair Be Itself. They Call It The Afro Look.

Everybody Now Admits That Apartheid Was Wrong, And All I Did Was Tell The People Who Wanted To Know Where I Come From How We Lived In South Africa. I Just Told The World The Truth. And If My Truth Then Becomes Political, I Can't Do Anything About That.