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I Am Fundamentally An Optimist. Whether That Comes From Nature Or Nurture, I Cannot Say. Part Of Being Optimistic Is Keeping One's Head Pointed Toward The Sun, One's Feet Moving Forward. There Were Many Dark Moments When My Faith In Humanity Was Sorely Tested, But I Would Not And Could Not Give Myself Up To Despair. That Way Lays Defeat And Death.

I Told My Cellmates About The Oppression Of The Whites And Apartheid. I Helped Organize Hunger Strikes And The Like In My Prison.

The Private Sector Granted Bursaries [scholarships] For The Children Of Their Workers. Some Of Them Built Homes For Their Workers. They Had In-service Training, Which Improved The Skills Of Their Workers. So That Spirit Was There. All We Did Was Merely Exploit It.

A Garden Was One Of The Few Thing In Prison That One Could Control. To Plant A Seed, Watch It Grow, To Tend It Then Harvest It, Offered A Simple But Enduring Satisfaction. The Sense Of Being The Custodian Of This Small Patch Of Earth Offered A Taste Of Freedom.

Educating All Of Our Children Must Be One Of Our Most Urgent Priorities. We All Know That Education, More Than Anything Else, Improves Our Chances Of Building Better Lives.