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Showing posts with label Mandela. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mandela. Show all posts

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

what's with these hot old black men?



What is with Morgan Freeman being 71 years old? That is freaky. The man is looking way good for his age, he never looks 71. If you will pardon me for being temporarily British, he is well fit. 

I have this thing for older actors. Sean Connery is another case; the man is hot. That voice. And Anthony Hopkins. Well, he is not that hot, but he is such a good actor that I am willing to be generous. 

I also have a thing for bald guys. I find Michael Stipe from R.E.M. incredibly attractive too.

Okay, so I am a freak, I have never hidden this fact. 

One thing I have noticed is how good old black men are looking. They just don't seem to show their age. I mean, Mandela so does not look 90. He looks really good. White people just don't age well. Word.

I have always wished that I had black skin. The main reason for this is that I have terrible circulation, always feel cold, and so love the sun. But I have the fairest, freckliest, crappiest skin known to man. Cancer is a high probability with this skin. So I spend most of my time covering myself with sunscreen and hats and crap like that instead of just enjoying the sun.

Another reason is that black skin just looks so much better. Monotone over multi-freckle tone any day. I can be pink, yellow, blue, or brown. And black skin ages so much more attractively. It just looks better.

I think I was born the wrong colour. However, if I was born black in South Africa in the 80's, well, who knows what the hell my life would have been like?

I am grateful and ashamed and confused about my childhood and the privileges I had. 

But my skin totally sucks

Friday, 18 July 2008

I know someone who met Madiba. And some of my best friends are black


Happy birthday Madiba, you are looking good for your age!




I respect and admire Mandela.


I know most of what is portrayed of him is image, is a story which the world wants to believe more than it is based on truth. We have turned him into a living symbol or a saint, when he is just a man.


But I don't care, the world is a mean and nasty place most of the time, and we, I need to believe that there are people like Mandela (or our image of him) in the world. I want to believe that forgiveness is possible, that peace of mind is achievable after great hardship, that people can move on and forward with dignity. And Mandela represents all that.


Also he has such an openness of spirit, a calm manner which welcomes respect and admiration. I can't quite put my finger on it, but his smile is all part of why people love him.


It is incredible to think that he has witnessed 90 years of South African history from total oppression to the freedom that he fought for.


I realise that some black people see him a panderer to the white man, as appeasing and negotiating rather than fighting. He is seen as the white person's hero to some. But although I see where that is coming from it is sad. Mandela risked the death penalty for his fellow South Africans. And when he finally got out of prison he fought hard for the ANC against an NP that wanted power sharing rather than a democratic government. He did what the situation required of him.

In a sense he achieved the impossible, creating a country where there was not one before, out of people who were anything but united, and would not take much pushing to start an all out civil war upon each other. Then he had to make sure that somehow, this bag of wet kittens held together, depsite the ten million reasons why it could not. And it did.



Yeah he made mistakes, did wrong things, did all the things that humans do, but who cares?


We are allowed to treat him as larger than life if we wanna, and we do.


I do.