One of the most eminent scholars of South African history and a prominent South African public intellectual, Professor Hermann Giliomee will speak on the political leadership in South Africa that contributed to the end of Apartheid.
He was a regular columnist for the Cape Times, the Rand Daily Mail, Die Burger, Beeld, and Volksblad and co-founded Die Suid-Afrikaan, an Afrikaans journal of opinion. He is the author, most recently, of The Afrikaners: Biography of a People and The Last Afrikaner Leaders: A Supreme Test of Power.
This talk is in recognition of Professor Richard Elphick’s retirement. A reception with Professor Giliomee in honor of Professor Elphick will be held Tuesday, May 5 at 4:15 p.m. in the Zelnick Pavilion.
Date: Monday, May 4
Time: 6:00 – 7:00 PM
Place: Russell House
Kennedy Odede ’12, President of Shining Hope for Communities (SHOFCO) and accomplished rapper, wrote a powerful tribute to South African anti-apartheid revolutionary Nelson Mandela, who passed away on December 5. In the piece, Odede writes about how Mandela inspired him during his childhood in Nairobi’s Kibera slum:
I had many conversations with Nelson Mandela, although I had not met him.
In my family’s tiny shack in Nairobi’s Kibera slum, my one-way exchanges with the great man kept me going. Mandela survived 27 years of prison; maybe I would make it out, too.
Mandela became South Africa’s first black president in 1994, when I was 10 years old. In Kibera, people celebrated and talk circulated the streets about this man, but I didn’t see how his story connected to mine until much later. I was struggling too hard simply to survive.
One of the great works that would hugely influence Odede’s thinking was Mandela’s “Long Walk to Freedom”:
A visiting American gave me two books. I had never gone to formal schools, but I had learned to read and write with the help of a kind priest. The American gave me a collection of speeches by the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. and Mandela’s “Long Walk to Freedom.” It was Mandela’s book that spoke to me. I couldn’t put it down. Here was someone whose life I could somehow picture.
For the first time in my life I saw I had a choice. I could either submit to the degradations of poverty, to the prevailing hopelessness, or I could start my own long walk.