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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.

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

Our Efforts To Counter Hatred, Intolerance, And Indifference Must Continue Simultaneously At Individual And Structural Levels. We Must Try To Influence For Good The Minds And Hearts Of Individual People Through Dialogue And Confidence Building. These Efforts Must Be Reinforced By Our Efforts To Create Just Structures In Society To Support The Ongoing Work Of Negotiations In The Human Community. Only Then Will We Have A Chance To Negate The Terrible Consequences Of The Tremendous Conflicts Facing Humankind Today.

Our People Outside Of Prison Used My Name To Mobilize The Community Locally And Internationally. But For Me To Be Treated Separately From My Colleagues, Who Had Contributed As Much As And Even More Than I Had, Would Have Been A Betrayal Of Them.

When You Are Behind Bars With No Hope Of Release, You Need To Find Strength Wherever You Can. Personally, I Found Strength In Michael Jackson.