Winnie Mandela Page #2

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Oh, there's Oliver.

- Hello. Hello.

- Hello.

This is my friend, Winnie.

Winnie. Adelaide has

told me a lot about you.

Look, I have an idea.

Why don't we go to Dizzy's tonight?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Adelaide. Adelaide,

you look lovely as always.

You?

Me. Winnie.

Nomzamo Madikizela.

Daughter of a teacher, son of a chief.

From the village of Bizana in the

district where my ancestors are buried.

Nelson Mandela.

You two know each other?

He offered me a lift once.

I'm sure he did.

Don't you use the bus anymore?

What do you mean?

Well, every time I go past

that bus stop looking for you,

you are never there.

I work strange hours.

Twenty-four hours.

Mmm-hmm.

Would it be rude for me to invite you

to share a meal with me tomorrow?

I will send my driver to fetch you.

I'm working tomorrow.

- Well, then the next tomorrow.

- Working.

Then the tomorrow after that tomorrow.

Maybe, maybe not.

I hope it isn't too late

for us to still have lunch.

Are you going to try some?

- Try the green.

- Okay.

I will try it because

it's your favorite place.

Are you feeling hot?

Yes.

- Have you never eaten curry before?

- No.

The papers are right.

You really are the most dangerous man

in South Africa.

I like you, Winnie.

- You are not afraid.

- Of what?

Of me.

I am sure your

father must miss you a lot.

I was a big disappointment to my father.

What would make you say that?

He wanted a son,

and I was the sixth daughter.

That would make him a very rich man.

You get a lot of cows for six girls.

I tried to impress him.

I became the best stick

fighter in the district.

There wasn't a boy

who could beat me.

- You were a stick fighter?

- Huh. Yes, so watch out.

lam very glad.

What?

That you were not born a boy,

and that you chased them all away.

Brothers and sisters,

we were all created free by our father.

We have been become the refuse

of humanity.

Therefore, I urge you

to take your passbook,

this document

which labels you a third-class citizen

and restricts your freedom of movement,

and burn it upon the flames of justice!

- Viva ANC!

- Viva!

- Viva ANC!

- Viva!

Nelson. Hey, Nelson!

Nelson!

Listen to this.

...where the trial of the rebel

black leaders, Nelson Mandela

and Oliver Tambo

commences next week.

What started as a campaign to protest laws

requiring natives to carry passbooks,

has, according to the State,

become a campaign of open defiance,

possibly the start of a revolution.

Both are lawyers now out on bail.

The charge, treason.

The sentence, possibly death.

Major, would you say

these statements establish a reasonable

indication of seditious intent?

I would say that is correct.

If Mandela and his thugs had their way,

they'd murder us in our beds.

Objection, My Lord!

That's outrageous conjecture.

It is the truth! Ask him!

- Mr. Prosecutor...

- Ask him!

...kindly ask your client

to exercise some restraint.

- He's right there, ask him!

- Gentlemen, in my chambers now, please.

Court is adjourned.

Here are some drinks for you.

What in the bloody hell are you doing?

You're drinking out of

the same cup as them.

Oh!

- The chickens!

- Yeah.

No, no, no, no!

Open the door!

- Who is it?

- The police! Open the door!

What is it?

No matter what happens, do not come out.

Where are you going?

Don't come out.

What do you want?

Open the bloody door, man!

Where is your warrant?

And what warrant would that be?

Why are you here?

Do not go in there!

Ah, gentlemen, a whore!

Don't you dare speak

of my wife that way!

- You shut up and sit down!

- You have no...

You shut up and sit down! Sit down!

You have no right!

Search the place!

What, hey!

- What's in there?

- That's my wedding cake!

Winnie, no! No, Winnie!

- That's my wedding cake!

- Oh, really, huh?

That is my cake.

Your wedding cake? In here?

Aw.

Your wedding cake.

- No.

- No, hey!

Get your hands off my wife!

Not bad.

Let's go.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You have no right to do this.

Sorry, our hands are tied.

Tied? You are supposed to be doctors.

You can see our resources are

limited, but we do the best we can.

Here, sweetie.

- Are you scared?

- Scared of what?

- Of hiring me?

- Why?

Because you're Mandela's wife?

The police can be very persuasive.

It would be a privilege

to have you working here.

At Sharpeville, an

industrial township near Johannesburg,

thousands gathered

outside a police station

in protest against new laws requiring every

African to carry a pass at all times.

The crowd refused to disperse,

- and the police opened fire.

All right,

let us know whatever we need.

Most of these people have been shot

in the back.

My God! Have the security

police gone mad?

Mr. Mandela, what is it

that the Africans want?

They want political independence

on the basis of one man, one vote.

What is the likelihood of violence?

The reaction of the government

to our stay at home,

ordering a general mobilization,

arming the white community,

arresting 10,000 South Africans.

There are many people who feel

that it is useless for us to continue

talking peace and non-violence

against a government

whose reply is only savage attacks.

The blacks have the moral high ground

at the moment.

Yeah.

We have to move quickly, get to their

leaders before they gather momentum.

You know,

my father warned me this day would come.

But I didn't think it

would be this soon.

I love you.

I love you.

Whatever happens, the peoples

of South Africa will be liberated.

The men are being trained for the

possibility of an armed conflict.

The people are demanding blood.

Some of the world's leaders see this

Mandela through rose-tinted glasses.

That is a grave error.

Not only is he a very dangerous native,

but a Communist, through and through!

He must be stopped at all costs!

Your daddy will be so proud.

Where's the father?

Away.

Relax, Nelson. We'll bluff it through.

Afternoon.

Good afternoon, Mr. Mandela.

Nice car.

Now, would you mind stepping

out of the vehicle, please?

- Winnie! Winnie!

- What is the matter?

Listen to the radio.

South Africa's

most wanted man, Nelson Mandela,

was arrested near Howick in Natal today,

wearing one of his many disguises,

this time, as a chauffeur.

Mr. Mandela was taken into custody

and charged with sabotage and treason.

As you can see, we're here

at the so-called Rivonia Trial,

where Nelson Mandela and co-accused...

...face a possible death

sentence for treason.

As you can see behind me,

the crowd is becoming ever more agitated

as he's led into

the Supreme Court of Justice.

Order!

Order!

Order!

Order!

Mrs. Mandela.

This is a final warning.

You will not come into this courtroom

wearing traditional regalia.

It encourages dissent.

My Lord, may I remind you, of the

limited rights I have in this country,

I still have the right

to choose my own wardrobe.

Sit down!

Mr. Mandela.

My Lord, I'm the first accused.

At the outset, I want to say

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