середу, 4 лютого 2015 р.

The Struggle Is My Life: Nelson Mandela



“A winner is a dreamer who never gives up”. These words belong to the first black president of the South-African Republic Nelson Mandela, whose life long fight against the apartheid regime and racial prejudice brought him a brilliant success after 27 years spent in prisons. Is it possible, you may ask, to stand up for liberty, averting at the same time a civil war in your country? For Nelson Mandela, it was. Having won the respect of his compatriots as the Father of the Nation, he had an excellent grasp of how to do it. Among all towering figures of the 20th century history I find Nelson Mandela especially inspiring because he made a breakthrough in preserving peace in his Motherland and showed to the whole world how wisdom and patience could triumph over the brute force. 
           Born in a tiny village in Transkei, South Africa on July 18th 1918 to a family of Gadla Henry, a respected advisor to the Thembu royal family, Rolihlahla Mandela was later renamed “Nelson” by one of his teachers because his previous name meant “troublemaker”. Numerous stories about the ancestors’ valour during the wars of resistance had a huge effect on the boy who dreamt of making his own contribution to the struggle for freedom. Nelson made good progress with his school studies and gained good marks at the University College of Fort Hare but did not complete the degree of BA as he was expelled for joining a student demonstration. Nevertheless, in 1942 he continued his education at the University of the Witwatersrand qualifying in law. Soon Nelson became considerably involved in the political opposition to the white minority regime. After joining the African National Congress (ANC) he assisted in founding its more dynamic Youth League in 1944.
Meanwhile, in 1948 the National Party came to power and began to implement a policy of "apartheid", or forced segregation on the racial basis. It was then, when the ANC staged a campaign of passive resistance against apartheid laws and soon Mandela together with his friend Oliver Tambo established South Africa’s first black law firm, Mandela and Tambo. Nelson became the National Volunteer-in-Chief of the Defiance Campaign against six unjust laws that caused an uproar in the government, and, as the leader, he was sentenced to nine months hard labor for civil disobedience.
     Initially committed to non-violent mass struggle, Mandela and his colleagues accepted the case for armed action after shooting of unarmed protesters at Sharpeville in March 1960 and banning of anti-apartheid groups. Appointed the commander-in-chief of the ANC's military branch called “The Spear of the Nation”, Nelson Mandela secretly left South Africa on January 11th 1962 using the adopted name David Motsamayi. He travelled around the continent and to England to attract the support for the armed struggle. But the hopes were totally dashed when on his return in July 1962 Mandela was arrested and sentenced to five years in prison for planning the guerrilla warfare to overthrow the government. Two years later, Mandela was sentenced to life imprisonment. Those were the years that made him an international symbol of freedom, equality and resistance to apartheid. 
     Only after 27 years the political prisoner was released. It happened on February 11th 1990 when the ban on the ANC was lifted. Three years later Mandela shared the Nobel Peace Prize with the running President de Klerk for their remarkable achievements in ending apartheid. In 1994 he enjoyed even more fruits of his hard revolutionary work when all races were allowed to vote in the presidential elections. Nelson won the campaign and became the President of SAR. Despite the threats of violence which was about to break out several times after that, Mandela managed to keep the calm and prevent a major civil war in the country. This was, perhaps, the crowning achievement of all his life.
     …The great peace activist passed away at the age of 95 on December 5th 2013 of a lung infection. To finish up, I’d like to remind his quote, which is so up-to-date concerning the situation in Ukraine: “Those who sought their freedom in domination of others were doomed in time to ignominious failure”.


понеділок, 2 лютого 2015 р.

On the Move




Dear Victoria,
Do you remember me? No wonder if not as it’s ages since I last wrote to you. You used to call me “a sister-in-heart”, so it’s me - Bella Fiorentino, your 12-year old Italian friend. I wish I had known your Washington address earlier. Hope you’ve settled in allright? I’m writing to share with you my biggest pleasure of having at last moved to the country of my great expectations - America. I can’t but thank you enough for all those precious pieces of advice you gave to my family. If it wasn’t for you and your parents, we wouldn’t be here now. And of course, I want you to know all my story of immigration, both sad and happy, the story of my pursuit of better life…
From the very beginning, that was your father who encouraged mine to flee from our poorness, hardships in running the family business and high taxation in Italy. But I loved our charming home down the vibrant cobbled street in Palermo so much that I hadn't the least desire to leave it. As for parents, they were unsure about the integration into a new society, but finally they ventured to get away from the native land forever and migrate to America. So, we entrusted our fate to God and soon our family workshop along with the house were sold. As it happened, we were able to afford such an expensive trip. Having got special valid passports and tickets for all of us, my parents, I and my 3 younger brothers boarded a huge steamship “Saint Samuel” and set off with a strong faith in better future.
To tell you the truth, as well as you in 1913, I didn’t get pleasure out of this journey at all. It was a real cultural shock for me. Just imagine: the vessel was crowded with different ethnic groups, tons of luggage, cargo and even animals! Following your advice, everything dear to our hearts was kept close by us - family photos, some religious items and Juliano’s little toy Clown. Anyway, we weren’t able to pack much, that’s why all our belongings consisted mostly of clothes on our backs. The trip turned out to be long and tiresome, but the main challenge was the health and legal inspections on our arrival. Thanks to you, we were forewarned about them in advance. I did my best not to show that I was sick and frightened while being examined from hair to toes, and it worked! Poor Juliano, he was close to tears when the “eye man” flipped back his eyelids with a strange metallic hook. But luckily, we all successfully passed through the inspections and soon were free to go.
Having reached Lower East Side, our family was given an apartment thanks to your father, who negotiated about it with the local authorities. As you told me, the building was quite old and cramped with 19 families living on 5 floors. Despite that, we soon made ourselves at home after some restoration works and roughing it. We were surprised at the  kindness of our neighbours who helped us greatly then. We live in peace now sharing our sorrows and joys with them.
Time flies, and Dad got a job in docks, he says it’s quite hard physically but the payment is rather high as for the immigrant. Mummy is a garment worker in the clothing factory, she often brings some work home to earn extra money. I help her out now and then, when not studying at school with brothers, so I have almost no time to laze around. You know, boys soak up the new culture and the language very quickly, though for me it’s a bit hard to undergo shyness, especially with fellows. Luckily, we don’t feel any animosity towards us at school. Hopefully, very soon I’ll get the hang of using English.
             Of course, sometimes I feel nostalgic, totally tired of hard work, but once or twice our family along with yours escaped to Coney Island. It was really stunning! Parents went for a wander in the open air while we enjoyed hot dogs and egg cream bought from a hot dog vendor. The only thing is, we were a bit frightened by some weird clowns entertaining the public at the funfair. Have a look, they’re really scary, aren’t they?

                                                     

                That’s all my news for now. Thank you again for everything you’ve done. Hope to see you some day. When are you planning to come to New York? Please, write back as soon as possibile.

Best wishes,

Bella.            

P.S. I am enclosing a postcard  and some photos: