Apartheid is much too young to be forgotten. The wounds are fresh and every time it scabs over, it itches then someone scratches it until it bleeds. On the surface everyone is hysterically trying to stop the bleeding, it's turned into a nasty sore! They are grabbing a gauze, cotton balls, and band aids while the faint hearted are romancing the idea of calling an ambulance because what else does one do when a wound of decades refuses to heal? Declare an emergency!
I remembered saying to my friend how racially palpable the air was, how uncomfortable it made me feel and how I couldn't wait to leave in one piece. I genuinely felt my life was threatened by hate.
For the second time, I visited the apartheid museum. My heart was crushed yet again, I couldn't hold back tears as I sobbed from exhibition to exhibition. The videos of account documenting the violence against the indigenous people of South Africa wrenches my heart out of my chest. Regardless of race, only a heartless person will feel nothing while visiting the apartheid museum.
It is difficult not to feel vengeful going through the exhibitions but on the exit all hate and vengeance melts away by this beautiful Nelson Mandela quote - "To be free is not merely to cast off one's chains but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others."
If the people of South Africa can cast away hate and embrace love and togetherness after such strife and prejudice, then there is much hope for the future of the world we live in!
Other places visited:
Mandela house/museum on Vilakazi street - where Mandela lived from 1946 to 1962.
Maboneng Precint - an urban neighborhood and also a center of creative energy for the artsy.
My pass reads "Non-white" This is selected on random so visitors can experience the museum as life once was in South Africa.
Enjoy your freedom!