Men and women, all over the world, right down the centuries, come and go. Some leave nothing behind, not even their names.

~ Nelson Mandela (1918 – 2013)

Not you, Nelson Mandela. Over one hundred years ago, you came into this world with boldness and made your mark on it – Madiba will ring out forever.  On this day in 2018,  former President of the United States, Barack Obama, went to Johannesburg, to commemorate the anniversary of your birth, and did so with an eloquence and a rallying cry that many Americas had been missing  – a reminder to cleave to your values of democracy and diversity, of equity, of kindness:

I believe in Nelson Mandela’s vision. I believe in a vision shared by Gandhi and King and Abraham Lincoln. I believe in a vision of equality, justice, freedom and multi-racial democracy, built on the premise that all people are created equal.

Madiba, I am drawn back to June of 2013, to when we heard news that you were gravely ill. As reports poured out of Pretoria, South Africa that you were on life support, we held our breath, not wanting to accept that you were frail at 94, ill, and nearing the end of your life. Then – and today – in my mind’s eye, you are still at the beginning of your life as Mandela, the free man, who stepped onto the world’s stage in 1990 after spending 27 years behind bars.

In the darkest days of Apartheid, no one – other than you – could have imagined the man in that tiny cell as the future President of your country, that you would one day stand among rock stars and royalty and popes and presidents to advocate for democracy and justice, to inspire a vision of peace that transcended race and creed, that you would matter to so many people and that he would make so many people matter.  People like me. As Obama is reminding us today:

Through his sacrifice and unwavering leadership and perhaps, most of all, through his moral example, Mandela and the movement he led would come to signify something larger. He came to embody the universal aspirations of dispossessed people all around the world.

Mandela mattered to me because he embodied what could be.  Like Martin Luther King‘s dream of what America could be and like the dream of peace  envisioned for Northern Ireland by Betty Williams and Mairead Corrigan, his vision of South Africa as a democratic rainbow-nation inspired the first all-race democratic election. Mandela moved more than 17 million black South Africans – 17 million – to vote for the first time.  What a sight to behold, even on a tiny television screen in a tiny country on the other side of the world. Before our eyes, proof that anything can happen, that Seamus Heaney‘s hope and history can rhyme. Before our eyes, “madiba magic.”

Over 30 years ago,  not long before I emigrated to the United States, a boyfriend surprised me with a ticket to Paul Simon’s Graceland concert in Dublin for my birthday.  Boisterous and beautiful, the performance sparkles in my memory as one that transcended the ugliness of apartheid. Paul Simon had been and still is widely criticized for performing in South Africa, but how could we fault him for accepting an invitation from black South African musicians to collaborate on some of the most hopeful and uplifting music ever created? This was glorious music that represented the “days of miracle and wonder” that were possible in the heart of Mandela, music that represented the universal dream of Martin Luther King.

In accepting a Grammy award for the album, Simon said of his fellow musicians and friends:

They live under one of the most oppressive regimes on earth today, and still they are able to produce music of great power, nuance and joy, and they have my respect for that.

I remember Paul Simon was one of the first people Mandela invited to South Africa as a free man – not just because the bars had been removed, but because he had left bitterness and rancor behind. Not everyone could or would. British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher called Mandela a terrorist, speaking for most of her party. When the Iron Lady took office, I recall her strident refusal to enforce sanctions on apartheid while much of the world was doing so. Her policy of “constructive engagement” with the country’s white minority government polarized her such that following her death, there were reports of only a few tears shed in  South Africa.

As young university students in Belfast in 1984, we sang along with The Specials urging those who could to “Free Nelson Mandela.”  How could we not? His release was a moral imperative; it was the right thing to do against a racist regime. We were so young and full of hope for a better future, and it was through that lens that Thatcher and others in her party appeared resolute in their support of white rule which seemed only to prolong Mandela’s time in that tiny cell. On the other side of the argument, there were those, including De Klerk, who felt that “Thatcher correctly believed that more could be achieved through constructive engagement with his government than international sanctions and isolation of the South African government.”

The truth lies somewhere in the middle. It always does.

When Mandela walked out of jail, the world cracked open. Enormous challenges lay ahead with even more bloodshed, but apartheid would eventually come to an end. Together, De Klerk and Mandela would rise up to be honored with the Nobel Prize for Peace for their shared vision of a South Africa without apartheid, of a democratic nation. Perhaps this would be the example for other countries beleaguered by bigotry and bitterness, proof positive that it is possible to sustain humanity in a world defined by brutal divisiveness.

Amnesty International’s Ambassador of Conscience Award inspired by fellow Nobel Laureate, Seamus Heaney’s “From the Republic of Conscience,” was presented to Mandela in 2006. Perfect then that Heaney would be the first to congratulate Mandela thus:

To have written a line about “hope and history rhyming for Mr. Mandela in 1990 is one thing . . . to have the man who made them rhyme accept the Award inspired by my poem is something else again.

At the beginning of the summer of 2013, I imagine Seamus Heaney was vexed over the thought of a world without Mandela. I think we all were. I remember a Sunday morning conversation with my late husband about Mandela’s charisma and fortitude, his inestimable influence –  the “Madiba magic” that changed the world. Drinking our coffee, aware of our smallness in the world, we were sad that Mandela’s time was coming to an end. I didn’t want to believe it – the world still needed him, and so I  turned to the poetry of Seamus Heaney, the way I still do in the in-between times.

And then, just six months later, Madiba was gone. Seamus Heaney was gone. My husband was gone too. Gone. Like three shooting stars in the night sky above me – startling and beautiful and gone forever.  For a time, it felt like my world might end.  But only for a time.

Addressing the United Nations back in 1990 Mandela reminded those listening:

We must work for the day when we, as South Africans, see one another and interact with one another as equal human beings and as part of one nation united, rather than torn asunder, by its diversity,

He knew that many of those who had fought against apartheid had been made refugees by it. He would surely be alarmed today by the growing levels of xenophobia and nationalism in Africa – and beyond.  The 2022 Africa Youth Survey reveals intolerance for refugees and immigrants among young people surveyed in 15 African nations;  two new political parties, ActionSA and Patriotic Alliance, made significant gains in municipal elections in 2021 by running on divisive, anti-immigrant platforms. This we know – freedom untended runs the risk of slipping away from us.

South Africa – the world – could use Mandela’s inspiration and his example, as United Nations Secretary-General Antonio Guterres reminded us just yesterday, “Our world today is marred by war; overwhelmed by emergencies; blighted by racism, discrimination, poverty, and inequalities; and threatened by climate disaster.”  South Africa is among the world’s most unequal countries, the gap between rich and poor ever widening, the poor being told to wash their hands – with little access to water  – as the pandemic overwhelmed the country; unemployment is at its highest in the country’s history and among the highest globally; over 65% of the population struggling to afford food. The inequality in South Africa has increased since apartheid ended in 1994, according to the World Bank. The country is unraveling without Mandela, the man whose greatest miracle perhaps was that he made people in every corner of the world believe that the way things should be can overcome the way things are, that the world can change.

Time to change the world. No time to play small. No time to settle for smallness in hearts and minds and governments.

“There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.”