Since The Dawn Of History,

I Told My Cellmates About The Oppression Of The Whites And Apartheid. I Helped Organize Hunger Strikes And The Like In My Prison.

The World Is Truly Round And Seems To Start And End With Those We Love.

A Garden Was One Of The Few Thing In Prison That One Could Control. To Plant A Seed, Watch It Grow, To Tend It Then Harvest It, Offered A Simple But Enduring Satisfaction. The Sense Of Being The Custodian Of This Small Patch Of Earth Offered A Taste Of Freedom.

No Child In Africa, And In Fact Anywhere In The World, Should Be Denied Education.

True Reconciliation Does Not Consist In Merely Forgetting The Past.