Live to Lead (2022) s01e07 Episode Script
Albie Sachs
1
Albie Sachs is a South African activist,
lawyer, writer,
and a former judge
appointed by Nelson Mandela
to serve on the first
Constitutional Court of South Africa.
During the struggle to end apartheid,
Albie survived a bomb planted in his car
by the South African Security Service.
He lost an arm and the sight in one eye.
And yet years later,
when asked what the world needs most,
his answer remains unflinching.
The word "kindness"
keeps popping into my head, uh,
and maybe because there's so much
braggadocio, that's become popular.
That's been supported.
But you refute it through
uh, connecting up with others.
Through contact with others,
through getting energies to
to point in the same direction,
and through
accepting and embracing diversity.
This was inspired by Nelson Mandela,
who once said,
"What counts in life
is not the mere fact that we have lived
it is what difference
we have made to the lives of others
that will determine
the significance of the life we lead."
His life
left a lasting mark on the world.
A legacy that has helped inspire
so many others to stand up
to fight for change
and to become leaders.
So this is in memory of Madiba.
It was made to remind us
of the difference one person can make.
It's about people
who have made brave choices.
Leaders who have walked alongside him
and followed in his footsteps.
Caring for others,
working for a better and more equal world.
And giving inspiration
to the rest of us
to live to lead.
You can't break me down
You can't take me down ♪
You can't take me down
You can't break me down ♪
You can't take me down ♪
My first report card from school,
I was six years old,
started with the words,
"Albert is a dreamy boy."
And now, uh,
70-plus years later,
Albie is still a
dreamy boy.
The latest target
of worldwide attacks on the ANC
was opening his car door
when the bomb exploded.
Albie Sachs was critically injured.
When he was taken to hospital,
he was given little chance of survival.
Miraculously, he did survive.
Shattered. He'd lost the sight in one eye.
One arm was amputated.
Nevertheless, two months later,
the ANC leader remained optimistic
about his homeland's future.
Vengeance won't bring my arm back.
Uh, and on the contrary,
vengeance will demean me
and in a way, make it all for nothing.
Uh, I think it's very important
that we maintain a positive outlook.
Freedom will come
in South Africa. Freedom
We'll have freedom in our lifetime,
and we'll build a decent society there.
That has to be our objective.
Our guest today
is Justice Albert L. Sachs,
a member of
the South African Constitutional Court.
I'm lost in the light ♪
Justice Sachs was a leader in the struggle
for human rights in South Africa
and a freedom fighter
in the African National Congress.
His involvement
in this line of work
landed him in trouble with the police.
Twice he was detained
without trial.
As he was subjected
to imprisonment,
solitary confinement, detention,
he endured a period of exile
And eventually became the target
of a state-sponsored
assassination attempt.
And then,
Nelson Mandela was released.
Here,
after 24 years in political exile,
Albie Sachs being greeted by his mother
at Cape Town Airport.
He took part in the negotiations
that made South Africa
a constitutional democracy,
and he was appointed by Nelson Mandela
to serve in the Constitutional Court.
Through his time as judge,
he earned a reputation
as the conscience of the court.
The way Albie lives his life,
the lack of bitterness
Albie gives you faith in being human
in being South African.
A white South African man,
you look at Albie, you think
Albie is what is possible.
Bein' free, leaving me on my own ♪
There's a little story, age six,
when I was packing to go into exile,
I found a card,
a birthday card from my dad, Solly Sachs.
Um, "Albie, may you grow up to be
a soldier in the fight for liberation."
Now, I think that's pretty heavy
for a six-year-old,
but that was the kind of universe
in which I grew up.
Laws made white people
officially superior,
and the large Black majority
faced discrimination
in every aspect of their lives.
South Africa was overwhelmed
by that system of apartheid.
Age 17, I'm in a hall
with overwhelmingly Black people,
maybe 200, maybe five, ten whites,
and people are singing,
and they're singing freedom songs,
and they're calling for volunteers to join
the Defiance of Unjust Laws Campaign.
And I say to my friend,
"Avi, I want to join."
He goes, "You can't." "Why?"
"Because you're white."
"We're fighting racism."
"It's a Black struggle
led by Black people."
But nine months later,
after I'd written my end-of-year exams,
during the break, I was leading a group of
four of us young white people
to sit on benches
marked "non-whites only."
And becoming active and meeting
and finding
I think it was so important for me,
the people I met
in the struggle against apartheid
had energy, vitality, imagination.
So much more interesting
than the world that was mapped out for us
of some kind of career to make money,
to get on, to be important.
Becoming a lawyer,
uh, was part and parcel of the activism.
A whole range of different cases,
but a bulk, the core of the work I did,
involved people being
punished or threatened with punishment,
because of their views,
because of their stand against apartheid,
or because they didn't have the documents.
They didn't comply with the multitude
of laws that oppressed Black people.
It was dreadful.
1960, the year of the massacre
at Sharpeville
At Sharpeville, police fired
into a crowd of unarmed demonstrators.
Sixty-nine people shot dead,
mostly in their back.
The ANC,
African National Congress, banned,
everything driven underground,
impossible state of emergency,
and then things became much, much grimmer.
You could be plucked out of your home,
your work, walking in the streets,
at the whim of a police officer.
I saw my clients
being picked up one by one.
You're locked up
under what's called the 90-Day Law.
They can keep you,
without access to lawyers,
without access to court,
to family, to anybody, for 90 days
on the basis that they suspect you have
information that would aid terrorists.
Because you were
fighting this injustice,
not just as a lawyer
representing Black people,
but as an activist,
they came after you too.
You join a struggle.
You're a volunteer.
You become part of a culture
of resistance.
So it was the people fighting the Nazis,
the partisans who identified with them
very strongly in Europe during the war.
Uh
the people who'd been to jail,
who'd written books about
their jail experiences, you read them,
and you prepare yourself for the moment,
"So this is what it's like to be in jail."
And you're not prepared.
You're not prepared.
You're not prepared for isolation.
You cope because,
in a sense, there's no alternative.
What can you do? You can cry.
Uh, there is an alternative.
You can collaborate. You can capitulate.
So the fight then
is to prevent yourself from cracking up
and giving information away, and
After a while,
you don't even know why you're in jail.
You don't even know why you're
You just know, somehow,
the big phrases
that were so powerful and strong,
that seemed to be so meaningful,
become empty.
Freedom? What is free It's nonsense.
You have a little,
extremely narcissistic, enclosed world
of just you, yourself,
and that pain you're feeling.
On a good day, I would be depressed.
On a good day, just depressed.
On a bad day
not quite suicidal but close to that,
in a state of total despair.
One day, I hear whistling.
I can't believe it
because it's not just the general noise.
Prison is noisy.
People screaming, shouting,
doors being slammed, everybody shouting,
and I hear whistling,
and I whistle back
And I hear from far away in the prison
I don't even know who it is.
And this was a wonderful form of contact.
And then I would do exercises
as part of my regime,
and I'm in the middle
of trying to do 100 press-ups,
and I hear the whistling,
and I say, "No, I'm only up to 75!"
"Please wait, wait, wait! Can't you wait?"
And then we had to,
kind of, establish a time during the day
when we would be ready for the whistling,
and I never found out who it was.
And then I'm released after 90 days.
I'm walking out to the street, and
I'm locked up again.
They take my tie away.
They take my watch away.
And another 78 days.
And then I'm released,
not knowing why, and I was so
triumphant, euphoric,
that I ran all the way
from the center of Cape Town to Clifton.
Maybe
six, seven, eight miles. I'd never run
that distance in my life before.
Flung myself into the sea.
My colleagues came, dressed in their suits
with their shiny shoes, down on the beach.
Uh
And they thought I was, like, crazy.
I was a bit crazy.
I seemed to be triumphant,
but inside, something was broken.
You never get over solitary confinement.
You never.
And then, years later,
now I'm in exile,
and
I'm blown up.
My friend, Ruth First,
had been killed by a letter bomb.
There was a portion
of the cemetery in Maputo
where many South Africans were buried.
Over 20 who'd been killed.
And each time we went there, we wondered,
"That little space over there,
is that for me?"
The very fact that he was such
an important opponent of apartheid
meant that he was in enormous danger
all the time.
I felt they wouldn't go for me.
I was so obviously a soft target,
uh, and there would be
a reaction against it, and
I was wrong.
The explosion was heard
throughout the Mozambique capital Maputo.
The booby trap was suspected
to be the work of South African agents.
His car was meant to be his grave.
I feel arms pulling me, and
I say, "Leave me, leave me.
I'd rather die here."
And I think I'm being kidnapped
and taken over the border to South Africa.
Total darkness.
Something terrible's happened.
I don't know what it is.
I hear a voice in the darkness saying,
"Albie,
this is Ivo Garrido speaking."
"You're in Maputo Central Hospital."
"Your arm is in lamentable condition.
You must face the future with courage."
I say into the darkness, "What happened?"
And a woman's voice says,
"It was a car bomb."
I faint back into obscurity
but with a sense of joy.
I'd thought I was being kidnapped,
to be thrown into jail in South Africa.
And I knew I was safe
in the hands of FRELIMO,
the government of Mozambique.
And
some time passes.
I'm feeling very light.
I'm lying on my back.
I can't see anything. My eyes are covered.
And I tell myself a joke.
Uh, it's about Hymie Cohen.
Like me, he's a Jew.
He falls off a bus, he gets up,
and his hand moves over his
past his body like this.
Someone says, "Hymie,
I didn't know you were Catholic!"
"What do you mean 'Catholic'?"
"Spectacles,
testicles,
wallet, and watch."
It's an old joke.
Not normally told in those circumstances,
and I started with testicles,
seemed to be in order.
Wallet, okay.
Spectacles
If there's a crater there,
I'm in big trouble.
Okay, and I've lost an arm.
I've only lost an arm.
That moment
every freedom fighter's waiting for.
"Will they come for me today?
Will I be brave?"
They'd come for me, they'd tried
to kill me, and I had survived.
I felt joyous and triumphant.
And that was in April 7th,
April 8th, 1988,
and I still feel that.
It blew away
the misery of solitary confinement.
It gave a whole different
perspective on life.
I somehow came back into the world.
I can't explain it fully,
and I'm a little bit worried
there might be a collapse afterwards.
Uh, clearly now I've reached the stage
where I have to,
uh, rebuild myself,
physically and emotionally.
And it was like
learning to write again.
"Look, Mommy. I can write!"
Uh, learning to stand.
"Look, Mommy. I can walk. I can stand."
There was something very joyous
about the recovery after the bomb.
And, um
I receive a letter.
I'm lying in a hospital bed in London,
and it says, "Don't worry, Comrade Albie.
We will avenge you."
"Signed, Bobby Naidoo."
And I think, "avenge" me?
We gonna cut off the arms?
We gonna blind in one eye?
Is that the country we're fighting for?
If we get freedom, if we get democracy,
we get the rule of law,
that will be my soft vengeance.
Roses and lilies will grow out of my arm.
Today, I'm able to announce
far-reaching decisions.
The prohibition
of the African National Congress,
the Pan Africanist Congress,
the South African Communist Party,
is being rescinded.
Order! Order!
People serving prison sentences
merely because they were members
of one of these organizations
will be identified and released.
In this connection,
the government has taken a firm decision
to release Mr. Mandela unconditionally.
Hello, Khala, my friend ♪
Where do you think you're going to? ♪
And the road you're taking
It has no end ♪
Khala, my friend, come back to me ♪
Khala, my friend
'Cause I'm gonna miss you ♪
I came back to South Africa.
Khala, my friend ♪
The world is full of ♪
Our vote is equal for the first time.
At this moment,
in South Africa's newly born democracy,
its most revered architect made certain
it was well-recorded for posterity,
declaring it the fulfillment
of his lifetime struggle.
I have fought very firmly
against white domination.
I have fought very firmly
against Black domination.
I cherish the idea of a new South Africa.
That's the achievement
of the things we were fighting for.
That's the validation of everything.
And then I'm appointed
to the Constitutional Court
to guard those things
we'd been fighting for.
The last time I appeared in court
was to hear
whether or not
I was going to be sentenced to death.
Today, I speak not as an accused
but to inaugurate
a court South Africa has never had.
A court
on which hinges
the future of our democracy.
And then, perhaps to cap
the whole process of soft vengeance,
I meet the man
who organized the bomb in my car,
Henri van der Westhuizen,
going to the Truth Commission.
And he wants to see me
before he goes there,
and he comes up
to my chambers office, as a judge.
We have an extraordinary conversation.
He tells me about his youth,
and how good he was at school,
and how quickly he got ahead in the army.
He's so proud. He got ahead.
He became a top member of the hit squad.
And this is where the curiosity in me
is just, like, rather amazed.
There's a naivety to his expression.
And But he's going
to the Truth Commission.
He's gonna tell the story.
It required courage
for a soldier to break ranks,
to join the new South Africa.
I forgot about him,
and six months later, I'm at a party,
and, uh, I hear a voice saying, "Albie!"
I look around.
It's Henri. I can't believe it.
He's beaming. He said,
"I went to the Truth Commission,
and I met Bobby",
the one who'd written to me,
"and Sue and Farouk,
and I told them everything,
and you said, one day, if we met,
maybe you could shake my hand."
And I put out my hand. I shook his hand.
He went away elated. I almost fainted.
But I heard afterwards
that he'd broken away from the party,
he'd gone home and cried for two weeks.
I don't know if it's true.
I want to believe it's true.
I'd rather not check up
and find it's not true.
But for me, that would be more important
than sending him to jail.
Restorative justice,
different forms of accountability,
we're now starting to live
in the same country.
For me, that's miraculous.
How is it that you found
this capacity for love and forgiveness,
and for
optimism, generosity?
Where did this come from?
I get asked that all the time,
and I don't want to frighten it away
by interrogating it too much.
It's something that's inside you.
It's with you. Uh
1990, Mandela's released.
I'm about to go back to South Africa,
and an American journalist,
Tony Lewis, said, uh,
"Albie, you must be very angry
now you're going back?"
And he's looking at my arm.
I said, "You know, Tony, I used to feel
I'm a failed revolutionary."
I didn't have that rage.
I should've wanted to pick up a knife
and plunge it in the back of the guards.
And I saw them as people doing their job.
They weren't the worst
of the interrogators and so on.
And I thought I was a failure.
He said, "You can relax.
I've asked the same question of Mandela."
"He's given a similar answer."
"And Sisulu and Ahmed Kathrada
and Albertina Sisulu."
So I realized it's part of a culture
and all of us involved
in this big dream of a free South Africa.
Meeting others, connecting up with others,
and finding marvelous sides to ourselves
through acting with others,
and it's an optimism
that we can live together in one country.
There's a very strong
African concept called Ubuntu.
I'm a person because you're a person.
I can't separate my humanity from
acknowledging respect to your humanity.
The interdependence of human beings.
And so much of this
came from growing up in a struggle
that's been led
by African people with that
It's not just the singing and the mood.
It's the interactions, uh, the grace.
It's not to say terrible things
didn't happen and don't happen, they do.
But there was something
of that at the core.
For me, conscience is number one.
Comes before bread,
comes before speech rights.
Conscience,
it's the core thing of who you are.
And that, if you like,
that gyroscope inside you
that centers you and that enables you
to live with a
significant virtue.
Not because you're obeying commandments
and going through rituals,
but because something inside
it's correct.
It's right.
It fits in with all those things
that have made you feel human
and a person of dignity and courage
and style and bravura and imagination,
and all those things that are lovely
and nice about a person.
Uh, all of them radiate around that,
and I found it hard to lie
even to the security police.
Even then it was difficult
for me to lie because
It wasn't, "You're naughty to tell a lie."
It was violating something inside me.
Face the truth,
uh, whatever the consequences.
Live your life
for yourself.
Don't even model yourself on
Albie, who's speaking to you
about how to live your life.
Model yourself on yourself.
In that sense, don't follow your dreams,
follow your life. Your dreams follow you.
Whatever that means, "your life,"
uh, and explore and allow it to reach out
and to take chances and
and risks.
Not to always go
for the well-traveled road, the cozy way.
At one stage, I was telling myself,
"If you've got a choice
about some important decision
and the one journey's gonna be hard
and the other one's gonna be much easier,
take the hard one."
Because you've done more
than just get from point A to point B.
You've traversed some difficulties.
You've explored, you've risked,
you've gained something.
Last question.
What advice, if you had the chance
to give your 20-year-old self some advice,
looking back on your life,
if you could say one thing
to that young man
I could say
"Keep on dreaming."
"Keep on dreaming."
You can have mine ♪
Albie Sachs is a South African activist,
lawyer, writer,
and a former judge
appointed by Nelson Mandela
to serve on the first
Constitutional Court of South Africa.
During the struggle to end apartheid,
Albie survived a bomb planted in his car
by the South African Security Service.
He lost an arm and the sight in one eye.
And yet years later,
when asked what the world needs most,
his answer remains unflinching.
The word "kindness"
keeps popping into my head, uh,
and maybe because there's so much
braggadocio, that's become popular.
That's been supported.
But you refute it through
uh, connecting up with others.
Through contact with others,
through getting energies to
to point in the same direction,
and through
accepting and embracing diversity.
This was inspired by Nelson Mandela,
who once said,
"What counts in life
is not the mere fact that we have lived
it is what difference
we have made to the lives of others
that will determine
the significance of the life we lead."
His life
left a lasting mark on the world.
A legacy that has helped inspire
so many others to stand up
to fight for change
and to become leaders.
So this is in memory of Madiba.
It was made to remind us
of the difference one person can make.
It's about people
who have made brave choices.
Leaders who have walked alongside him
and followed in his footsteps.
Caring for others,
working for a better and more equal world.
And giving inspiration
to the rest of us
to live to lead.
You can't break me down
You can't take me down ♪
You can't take me down
You can't break me down ♪
You can't take me down ♪
My first report card from school,
I was six years old,
started with the words,
"Albert is a dreamy boy."
And now, uh,
70-plus years later,
Albie is still a
dreamy boy.
The latest target
of worldwide attacks on the ANC
was opening his car door
when the bomb exploded.
Albie Sachs was critically injured.
When he was taken to hospital,
he was given little chance of survival.
Miraculously, he did survive.
Shattered. He'd lost the sight in one eye.
One arm was amputated.
Nevertheless, two months later,
the ANC leader remained optimistic
about his homeland's future.
Vengeance won't bring my arm back.
Uh, and on the contrary,
vengeance will demean me
and in a way, make it all for nothing.
Uh, I think it's very important
that we maintain a positive outlook.
Freedom will come
in South Africa. Freedom
We'll have freedom in our lifetime,
and we'll build a decent society there.
That has to be our objective.
Our guest today
is Justice Albert L. Sachs,
a member of
the South African Constitutional Court.
I'm lost in the light ♪
Justice Sachs was a leader in the struggle
for human rights in South Africa
and a freedom fighter
in the African National Congress.
His involvement
in this line of work
landed him in trouble with the police.
Twice he was detained
without trial.
As he was subjected
to imprisonment,
solitary confinement, detention,
he endured a period of exile
And eventually became the target
of a state-sponsored
assassination attempt.
And then,
Nelson Mandela was released.
Here,
after 24 years in political exile,
Albie Sachs being greeted by his mother
at Cape Town Airport.
He took part in the negotiations
that made South Africa
a constitutional democracy,
and he was appointed by Nelson Mandela
to serve in the Constitutional Court.
Through his time as judge,
he earned a reputation
as the conscience of the court.
The way Albie lives his life,
the lack of bitterness
Albie gives you faith in being human
in being South African.
A white South African man,
you look at Albie, you think
Albie is what is possible.
Bein' free, leaving me on my own ♪
There's a little story, age six,
when I was packing to go into exile,
I found a card,
a birthday card from my dad, Solly Sachs.
Um, "Albie, may you grow up to be
a soldier in the fight for liberation."
Now, I think that's pretty heavy
for a six-year-old,
but that was the kind of universe
in which I grew up.
Laws made white people
officially superior,
and the large Black majority
faced discrimination
in every aspect of their lives.
South Africa was overwhelmed
by that system of apartheid.
Age 17, I'm in a hall
with overwhelmingly Black people,
maybe 200, maybe five, ten whites,
and people are singing,
and they're singing freedom songs,
and they're calling for volunteers to join
the Defiance of Unjust Laws Campaign.
And I say to my friend,
"Avi, I want to join."
He goes, "You can't." "Why?"
"Because you're white."
"We're fighting racism."
"It's a Black struggle
led by Black people."
But nine months later,
after I'd written my end-of-year exams,
during the break, I was leading a group of
four of us young white people
to sit on benches
marked "non-whites only."
And becoming active and meeting
and finding
I think it was so important for me,
the people I met
in the struggle against apartheid
had energy, vitality, imagination.
So much more interesting
than the world that was mapped out for us
of some kind of career to make money,
to get on, to be important.
Becoming a lawyer,
uh, was part and parcel of the activism.
A whole range of different cases,
but a bulk, the core of the work I did,
involved people being
punished or threatened with punishment,
because of their views,
because of their stand against apartheid,
or because they didn't have the documents.
They didn't comply with the multitude
of laws that oppressed Black people.
It was dreadful.
1960, the year of the massacre
at Sharpeville
At Sharpeville, police fired
into a crowd of unarmed demonstrators.
Sixty-nine people shot dead,
mostly in their back.
The ANC,
African National Congress, banned,
everything driven underground,
impossible state of emergency,
and then things became much, much grimmer.
You could be plucked out of your home,
your work, walking in the streets,
at the whim of a police officer.
I saw my clients
being picked up one by one.
You're locked up
under what's called the 90-Day Law.
They can keep you,
without access to lawyers,
without access to court,
to family, to anybody, for 90 days
on the basis that they suspect you have
information that would aid terrorists.
Because you were
fighting this injustice,
not just as a lawyer
representing Black people,
but as an activist,
they came after you too.
You join a struggle.
You're a volunteer.
You become part of a culture
of resistance.
So it was the people fighting the Nazis,
the partisans who identified with them
very strongly in Europe during the war.
Uh
the people who'd been to jail,
who'd written books about
their jail experiences, you read them,
and you prepare yourself for the moment,
"So this is what it's like to be in jail."
And you're not prepared.
You're not prepared.
You're not prepared for isolation.
You cope because,
in a sense, there's no alternative.
What can you do? You can cry.
Uh, there is an alternative.
You can collaborate. You can capitulate.
So the fight then
is to prevent yourself from cracking up
and giving information away, and
After a while,
you don't even know why you're in jail.
You don't even know why you're
You just know, somehow,
the big phrases
that were so powerful and strong,
that seemed to be so meaningful,
become empty.
Freedom? What is free It's nonsense.
You have a little,
extremely narcissistic, enclosed world
of just you, yourself,
and that pain you're feeling.
On a good day, I would be depressed.
On a good day, just depressed.
On a bad day
not quite suicidal but close to that,
in a state of total despair.
One day, I hear whistling.
I can't believe it
because it's not just the general noise.
Prison is noisy.
People screaming, shouting,
doors being slammed, everybody shouting,
and I hear whistling,
and I whistle back
And I hear from far away in the prison
I don't even know who it is.
And this was a wonderful form of contact.
And then I would do exercises
as part of my regime,
and I'm in the middle
of trying to do 100 press-ups,
and I hear the whistling,
and I say, "No, I'm only up to 75!"
"Please wait, wait, wait! Can't you wait?"
And then we had to,
kind of, establish a time during the day
when we would be ready for the whistling,
and I never found out who it was.
And then I'm released after 90 days.
I'm walking out to the street, and
I'm locked up again.
They take my tie away.
They take my watch away.
And another 78 days.
And then I'm released,
not knowing why, and I was so
triumphant, euphoric,
that I ran all the way
from the center of Cape Town to Clifton.
Maybe
six, seven, eight miles. I'd never run
that distance in my life before.
Flung myself into the sea.
My colleagues came, dressed in their suits
with their shiny shoes, down on the beach.
Uh
And they thought I was, like, crazy.
I was a bit crazy.
I seemed to be triumphant,
but inside, something was broken.
You never get over solitary confinement.
You never.
And then, years later,
now I'm in exile,
and
I'm blown up.
My friend, Ruth First,
had been killed by a letter bomb.
There was a portion
of the cemetery in Maputo
where many South Africans were buried.
Over 20 who'd been killed.
And each time we went there, we wondered,
"That little space over there,
is that for me?"
The very fact that he was such
an important opponent of apartheid
meant that he was in enormous danger
all the time.
I felt they wouldn't go for me.
I was so obviously a soft target,
uh, and there would be
a reaction against it, and
I was wrong.
The explosion was heard
throughout the Mozambique capital Maputo.
The booby trap was suspected
to be the work of South African agents.
His car was meant to be his grave.
I feel arms pulling me, and
I say, "Leave me, leave me.
I'd rather die here."
And I think I'm being kidnapped
and taken over the border to South Africa.
Total darkness.
Something terrible's happened.
I don't know what it is.
I hear a voice in the darkness saying,
"Albie,
this is Ivo Garrido speaking."
"You're in Maputo Central Hospital."
"Your arm is in lamentable condition.
You must face the future with courage."
I say into the darkness, "What happened?"
And a woman's voice says,
"It was a car bomb."
I faint back into obscurity
but with a sense of joy.
I'd thought I was being kidnapped,
to be thrown into jail in South Africa.
And I knew I was safe
in the hands of FRELIMO,
the government of Mozambique.
And
some time passes.
I'm feeling very light.
I'm lying on my back.
I can't see anything. My eyes are covered.
And I tell myself a joke.
Uh, it's about Hymie Cohen.
Like me, he's a Jew.
He falls off a bus, he gets up,
and his hand moves over his
past his body like this.
Someone says, "Hymie,
I didn't know you were Catholic!"
"What do you mean 'Catholic'?"
"Spectacles,
testicles,
wallet, and watch."
It's an old joke.
Not normally told in those circumstances,
and I started with testicles,
seemed to be in order.
Wallet, okay.
Spectacles
If there's a crater there,
I'm in big trouble.
Okay, and I've lost an arm.
I've only lost an arm.
That moment
every freedom fighter's waiting for.
"Will they come for me today?
Will I be brave?"
They'd come for me, they'd tried
to kill me, and I had survived.
I felt joyous and triumphant.
And that was in April 7th,
April 8th, 1988,
and I still feel that.
It blew away
the misery of solitary confinement.
It gave a whole different
perspective on life.
I somehow came back into the world.
I can't explain it fully,
and I'm a little bit worried
there might be a collapse afterwards.
Uh, clearly now I've reached the stage
where I have to,
uh, rebuild myself,
physically and emotionally.
And it was like
learning to write again.
"Look, Mommy. I can write!"
Uh, learning to stand.
"Look, Mommy. I can walk. I can stand."
There was something very joyous
about the recovery after the bomb.
And, um
I receive a letter.
I'm lying in a hospital bed in London,
and it says, "Don't worry, Comrade Albie.
We will avenge you."
"Signed, Bobby Naidoo."
And I think, "avenge" me?
We gonna cut off the arms?
We gonna blind in one eye?
Is that the country we're fighting for?
If we get freedom, if we get democracy,
we get the rule of law,
that will be my soft vengeance.
Roses and lilies will grow out of my arm.
Today, I'm able to announce
far-reaching decisions.
The prohibition
of the African National Congress,
the Pan Africanist Congress,
the South African Communist Party,
is being rescinded.
Order! Order!
People serving prison sentences
merely because they were members
of one of these organizations
will be identified and released.
In this connection,
the government has taken a firm decision
to release Mr. Mandela unconditionally.
Hello, Khala, my friend ♪
Where do you think you're going to? ♪
And the road you're taking
It has no end ♪
Khala, my friend, come back to me ♪
Khala, my friend
'Cause I'm gonna miss you ♪
I came back to South Africa.
Khala, my friend ♪
The world is full of ♪
Our vote is equal for the first time.
At this moment,
in South Africa's newly born democracy,
its most revered architect made certain
it was well-recorded for posterity,
declaring it the fulfillment
of his lifetime struggle.
I have fought very firmly
against white domination.
I have fought very firmly
against Black domination.
I cherish the idea of a new South Africa.
That's the achievement
of the things we were fighting for.
That's the validation of everything.
And then I'm appointed
to the Constitutional Court
to guard those things
we'd been fighting for.
The last time I appeared in court
was to hear
whether or not
I was going to be sentenced to death.
Today, I speak not as an accused
but to inaugurate
a court South Africa has never had.
A court
on which hinges
the future of our democracy.
And then, perhaps to cap
the whole process of soft vengeance,
I meet the man
who organized the bomb in my car,
Henri van der Westhuizen,
going to the Truth Commission.
And he wants to see me
before he goes there,
and he comes up
to my chambers office, as a judge.
We have an extraordinary conversation.
He tells me about his youth,
and how good he was at school,
and how quickly he got ahead in the army.
He's so proud. He got ahead.
He became a top member of the hit squad.
And this is where the curiosity in me
is just, like, rather amazed.
There's a naivety to his expression.
And But he's going
to the Truth Commission.
He's gonna tell the story.
It required courage
for a soldier to break ranks,
to join the new South Africa.
I forgot about him,
and six months later, I'm at a party,
and, uh, I hear a voice saying, "Albie!"
I look around.
It's Henri. I can't believe it.
He's beaming. He said,
"I went to the Truth Commission,
and I met Bobby",
the one who'd written to me,
"and Sue and Farouk,
and I told them everything,
and you said, one day, if we met,
maybe you could shake my hand."
And I put out my hand. I shook his hand.
He went away elated. I almost fainted.
But I heard afterwards
that he'd broken away from the party,
he'd gone home and cried for two weeks.
I don't know if it's true.
I want to believe it's true.
I'd rather not check up
and find it's not true.
But for me, that would be more important
than sending him to jail.
Restorative justice,
different forms of accountability,
we're now starting to live
in the same country.
For me, that's miraculous.
How is it that you found
this capacity for love and forgiveness,
and for
optimism, generosity?
Where did this come from?
I get asked that all the time,
and I don't want to frighten it away
by interrogating it too much.
It's something that's inside you.
It's with you. Uh
1990, Mandela's released.
I'm about to go back to South Africa,
and an American journalist,
Tony Lewis, said, uh,
"Albie, you must be very angry
now you're going back?"
And he's looking at my arm.
I said, "You know, Tony, I used to feel
I'm a failed revolutionary."
I didn't have that rage.
I should've wanted to pick up a knife
and plunge it in the back of the guards.
And I saw them as people doing their job.
They weren't the worst
of the interrogators and so on.
And I thought I was a failure.
He said, "You can relax.
I've asked the same question of Mandela."
"He's given a similar answer."
"And Sisulu and Ahmed Kathrada
and Albertina Sisulu."
So I realized it's part of a culture
and all of us involved
in this big dream of a free South Africa.
Meeting others, connecting up with others,
and finding marvelous sides to ourselves
through acting with others,
and it's an optimism
that we can live together in one country.
There's a very strong
African concept called Ubuntu.
I'm a person because you're a person.
I can't separate my humanity from
acknowledging respect to your humanity.
The interdependence of human beings.
And so much of this
came from growing up in a struggle
that's been led
by African people with that
It's not just the singing and the mood.
It's the interactions, uh, the grace.
It's not to say terrible things
didn't happen and don't happen, they do.
But there was something
of that at the core.
For me, conscience is number one.
Comes before bread,
comes before speech rights.
Conscience,
it's the core thing of who you are.
And that, if you like,
that gyroscope inside you
that centers you and that enables you
to live with a
significant virtue.
Not because you're obeying commandments
and going through rituals,
but because something inside
it's correct.
It's right.
It fits in with all those things
that have made you feel human
and a person of dignity and courage
and style and bravura and imagination,
and all those things that are lovely
and nice about a person.
Uh, all of them radiate around that,
and I found it hard to lie
even to the security police.
Even then it was difficult
for me to lie because
It wasn't, "You're naughty to tell a lie."
It was violating something inside me.
Face the truth,
uh, whatever the consequences.
Live your life
for yourself.
Don't even model yourself on
Albie, who's speaking to you
about how to live your life.
Model yourself on yourself.
In that sense, don't follow your dreams,
follow your life. Your dreams follow you.
Whatever that means, "your life,"
uh, and explore and allow it to reach out
and to take chances and
and risks.
Not to always go
for the well-traveled road, the cozy way.
At one stage, I was telling myself,
"If you've got a choice
about some important decision
and the one journey's gonna be hard
and the other one's gonna be much easier,
take the hard one."
Because you've done more
than just get from point A to point B.
You've traversed some difficulties.
You've explored, you've risked,
you've gained something.
Last question.
What advice, if you had the chance
to give your 20-year-old self some advice,
looking back on your life,
if you could say one thing
to that young man
I could say
"Keep on dreaming."
"Keep on dreaming."
You can have mine ♪