Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom Page #5

For medical reasons.

Walter snores like a donkey.

Kathy.

That is what I call a big mirror.

Ah.

Look at us.

Dangerous terrorists,

each one of us.

- I used to have a good right hand.

- Mmm.

Winnie! Winnie! Winnie!

Winnie! Winnie! Winnie...!

- Amandla!

- Awethu!

The army is in our townships.

Killing us everyday.

But we will fight

to the last drop of our blood.

We have no AK-47s.

We have no Casspirs,

but we have our hands.

We have stones!

We have boxes of matches!

We have petrol!

We know the informers.

We know the traitors.

And we know what to do with them.

In a savage killing spree,

town officials were

torn apart by the mobs

before the bodies were set alight.

I am prepared to release Mr. Mandela

if he would say

that he rejects violence

as a means to reach

and to achieve political ends.

Does he think we are idiots?

Anyone can see

it's just another trick.

Yes, Kathy, it is a trick,

but this is how it begins.

They called it a contact visit.

You can touch.

I haven't touched

my wife for 21 years.

You haven't changed.

- I have.

- No.

To me, you haven't changed.

Be careful this offer of release.

They are using you.

- I know.

- You mustn't betray

our people fighting

on the streets.

Speak so I can hear you.

Our people have never lost hope.

The more they oppress us,

the harder we fight.

They fear us, Nelson.

They fear me.

They think you are old and tired.

Make them fear you, too.

No politics.

We must talk politics.

The president has given me an offer,

and he expects a reply.

For the president.

Oh, Winnie.

Oh, my comrades,

Zindzi Mandela!

On Friday, my mother saw my father

in Pollsmoor Prison

and obtained his answer

to President Botha's offer

of conditional release.

My father says,

"I am not a violent man."

It was only when

all other forms of resistance

"were no longer open to us

that we turned to armed struggle."

"Let President Botha

renounce violence.

"Let him dismantle apartheid."

"I cannot and will not"

give any undertaking at a time

when I and you,

"the people, are not free."

"Your freedom and mine

cannot be separated.

"I will return."

Freedom is in your hands

Freedom is in your hands...

Where are we going?

Well...

Welcome.

My name is Kobie Coetsee.

I'm the Minister of Justice.

This meeting is not taking place.

The rest of the world thinks

South Africa will be

ripped apart by race war.

Now, uh...

we have to do something

to restore confidence.

Let me introduce you.

General Willemse, who you know.

Fanie van der Merwe,

Prisons Department.

How do you do?

Dr. Niel Barnard,

National Intelligence Service.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Hello.

Mr. Mandela.

We 5 are charged

by the president

to find a way out

of our current difficulties.

Are you sure that

you can talk to me?

I am a member of

a banned organization.

Oh, we'll talk to you,

if you'll talk to us.

Well, gentlemen...

Shall we begin?

I don't trust them.

This is not the time to talk.

I don't think Madiba should be

talking to them on his own.

Let's just put it to the vote.

I propose no private talks.

And you, Walter?

None of us are bigger

than the movement.

4 against 1. Motion carried.

I take note, comrades...

but I will do

what I believe is right.

You have the most

powerful army in Africa.

There's no way

we can match you in battle,

but we have 30 million people.

I would call that a stalemate.

All right.

Here's the bottom line.

You end the violence, and we'll

give you a share in power.

A share?

Well, obviously, we can't accept

a crude one man, one vote system.

Yeah, if the blacks take over,

our country is finished.

We are finished.

- Why?

- "Why?"

"if the blacks take over..."

Can you imagine what the

blacks would do to us

if they got us in their power?

I am black.

You are different.

That is why we are talking to you.

These are the same people

that threw him in jail,

that persecuted his wife,

that murdered his friends,

and he's talking to them.

I don't believe

you don't want revenge.

You are right.

I do.

So?

How can we ever allow you

to have any real power?

Well, I admit I want revenge,

but I want something

more than that,

and that is to live

without fear and hatred.

Sweet dreams, Mr. Mandela.

I have no choice.

I have seen what fear

has done to your people.

You've always been afraid of us,

and it has made you an

unjust and brutal people.

Now consider our position.

We know that one

day we will be free,

and we will be the rulers

of our country,

but do we want to live

in the same hell as you do now?

That would be to

lock ourselves back

into prison and our children

and generations after that.

Gentlemen, look,

I can tell you for nothing,

when we come to power,

there will be no revenge.

It's blacks that

continue to be the victims

of this unprecedented

wave of unrest.

Nearly 300 people have

died since September.

Only one white has been killed.

Police stuck to their armored

personnel carriers.

No rubber bullets here.

These were live rounds

they were firing.

Lay him there, lay him there.

He is gone, Sisi.

Make them suffer

as we suffer.

Well, you've impressed them.

I think we're going

to make progress.

I hope so.

I believe you will soon

be reaching your 70th birthday.

My congratulations.

Do you plan a celebration?

Nothing of consequence.

- Is this my new prison?

- Yeah.

- Who else is to be held here?

- Just you.

Ah, Mr. Mandela,

welcome to your new home.

Am I being fattened for the kill?

No, you have a vital job

to do for your country.

We need to look after you.

By the way,

any members of your

family can visit any time.

Look at you kids.

She is hungry.

You are hungry.

Don't make a mess, huh?

Oh!

Hello.

I know that it has been

tough for you, but...

I hear so much these days.

These boys that you

have around you.

- What about them?

- Well, the violence, for one.

Some of it is necessary, but...

Hey!

Is that for me?

No, Khulu.

It is for the white men.

So you are doing that because

of the color of their skin?

Yes, Khulu.

That is what they do to us,

and we must do better.

- Understand?

- Yes, Khulu.

Come.

Come on.

These are my grandsons,

and they would like to meet you.

Look at him.

- I'll do that.

- No, no, I want to do it.

Let Nelson do it, Swart.

Swart, you can stop.

You know that Winnie

can stay overnight

any time that you want.

Yes, but she won't.

This is still a prison.

She can't pretend

that I'm a free man.

Maybe.

But she's still your wife.

Well, I was married in 1958,

arrested in '62.

I didn't touch her again until '84.

Is she still my wife?

I've seen you with her and

the way you look at her photograph.

You love her.

This is very true, my friend.

I never stopped loving her.

But I love her as she was.

The first step

to regaining the confidence

of the markets is your release,

and then, of course,

the release of your colleagues.

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