April 27, 1994--this date has never meant anything to me. I was in the 8th grade (some of you chuckle), and I was concerned about important things like high jumping, girl friends, and the season finale of the 4th season of the best show that has ever aired on television--The Fresh Prince of Bel Air.
I have just completed the most captivating autobiography that I have laid my lands on--Nelson Mandela's "Long Walk to Freedom." The date of April 27, 1994 will forever be etched into my memory. On that day, in South Africa, the first free election in South Africa's history was held. Mandela and Tutu describe the day as the first time many Blacks truly felt like they were human. Centuries of apartheid came to an end. Whites and Blacks stood in the same line together. They shared sandwiches. They conversed. They stood under the same umbrellas. The Blacks felt equally human. The lenses that had tainted the eyes of the Whites had been stripped off.
Mandela was the driving force behind this push for equality. Nothing could hold him down. Twenty-Seven years in prison couldn't kill his dreams. He was a man with a mission, or should we say, a mission had captured him.
(More to come later)