Winnie Mandela Page #3

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that the suggestion made

by the State in its opening

that the struggle in South Africa is under

the influence of foreigners or Communists

is wholly incorrect.

I have done whatever I did,

both as an individual

and as a leader of my people,

because of my experience in South Africa

in my own proudly-felt,

African background.

And not because of what any outsider

might have said.

I hope that life might offer me

the opportunity

to serve my people

and make my own humble contribution

to their freedom struggle.

I believe that South Africa belongs

to all those who live within it,

be they black or white.

I have dedicated my life

to this struggle of the African people.

I have fought against white domination,

and I have fought against

black domination.

I have cherished the ideal

of a democratic and free society,

in which all persons will live together

in harmony

and with equal opportunities.

It is an ideal

for which I hope to live for

and to see realized.

But My Lord, if it needs be,

it is an ideal for which

I am prepared to die.

Winnie,

Nomzamo,

the death sentence,

if it comes.

We will not appeal it.

We will not appeal it.

Having weighed all of the evidence,

this court finds all

of the accused guilty

of sabotage and conspiring

to overthrow the State.

The sentence,

in the case of all of the accused,

is life imprisonment.

Court adjourned.

Mrs. Mandela, what are your plans

now that your husband's been sentenced

to prison for life?

I will not allow the selfless efforts

of my husband and his friends

to be abandoned.

I will continue the struggle

for a free and equal South Africa.

Thank you, ma'am.

Free Nelson Mandela.

Mrs. Mandela, there are procedures.

- First, you must make an application.

- I have done that.

Then it is gone to Pretoria

where it is reviewed.

Then it goes to the Supreme Court

where the judge will take a decision.

He is my husband!

I have not seen him in almost a year!

I do not know if this letter will

reach you or if you will ever read it.

Or that they will allow you to read it.

Life without you is hell.

I know that loneliness

is worse than fear.

I could deal

with the police kicking in the door

and searching the house,

but I can't deal with

being away from you.

This way, please.

Undress, please.

You want to see him or not?

You have 15 minutes.

No political talk, no whispering,

or I will terminate the visit

immediately. Understood?

Understood?

Go, sit down.

- I'm sorry.

- I have been trying...

No, you first.

I have been trying to get permission

to see you for months.

The British Ambassador had to intervene.

No political talk.

I heard about the trouble

you are having at home.

No political talk.

Is there anything we can discuss?

Nomzamo,

I have missed you in every way

a man can miss a woman.

No whispering!

I miss you, too.

I said no whispering!

We are talking about love,

something you obviously

know nothing about.

So you think

you're clever now?

The visit is over.

Come with me. It's over.

I love you.

I love you.

They think because they have put

my husband on an island

that he will be forgotten.

They are wrong.

The harder they try to silence him,

the louder I will become!

Nelson Mandela's dream of a free

society, it will be kept alive!

To those who oppose us, we say,

"Strike the woman, and

you strike the rock."

Putting Nelson Mandela on Robben Island

was the best thing we ever did.

That bloody wife of his.

Look at yesterday's London Times.

Yeah. She's stirring

up the foreign press.

Gentlemen, we must break her.

Shut up! Shut up! You!

You're coming with us!

Get out. Get out!

Take her away.

Somebody help! Help!

Shut up, woman.

- Get in!

- Lock her in!

Lock her up.

Somebody, look after my girls.

Somebody, help me. Open the door!

Please.

Help my girls!

Please look after my babies.

Please look after my babies!

Please look after my girls!

Come on.

Get your hands off of me!

- Get in.

- Get in there!

Get your hands off me!

- Where are my children?

- Silence!

"You are being detained

under Section 6 of the Terrorism Act."

- Where are my children?

- Shut up!

"You are suspected of committing acts

"that endanger the maintenance

of law and order..."

Where are my children?

"...or of inciting other people

to commit such acts!"

Come.

Where? Where are my children?

Where are my children?

Where are my children?

Where are my children?

Where...

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's..."

"Shall I compare

thee to a summer's day?"

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's..."

"Shall I compare thee

to a summer's day?"

We know about the telephone

conversations with Oliver Tambo.

What conversations?

Don't lie.

So, tell me what you talked about.

You recorded them.

You tell me what I said.

You're going to die in here

unless you cooperate.

Here.

Come on. Go that way.

Where? Where are you going?

Here. Take this.

On your back.

There.

Right there. Come on.

Who are you talking to?

Silence!

In this country,

Communists and their

wives have no rights.

I have rights.

Where are my letters?

You think you're so clever, huh?

Just 'cause you're married to that kaffir who

thinks he's smarter than all of us, hmm?

"Shall I compare thee..."

What?

"...to a summer's day?"

What?

I think it's poetry, Major.

She says it all the time.

- Oh, poetry?

- "Shall I...

"Compare thee to a summer's day?"

Hey! Did I say you

could get off the brick?

Stop this!

That's better.

I have rights.

And?

Nothing.

Perhaps you're losing your touch, Major.

Sir, if we could just apply more

physical ways of doing it, I think...

Out of the question. No.

Out of the question.

It comes from the top.

You mustn't give her

any recourse to accuse us of

physically hurting her.

Unfortunately.

Okay.

Now, carefully, repeat after me.

No talking!

Shh.

Now, say after me.

"So long as men can

breathe or eyes can see,

"so long lives this,

and this gives life to thee."

Silence!

Wait. Wait!

No. No. Come back.

According to my source,

she's still in solitary.

She has been in there for eight months.

Hey, Mandela. Shut your mouth.

What do they want from her?

I wish there was a way

I could send her some encouragement.

Nelson.

No singing!

I said stop singing!

What? Do you think you're

funny singing that song?

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop singing that song!

Can you hear me'? Do you understand?

Stop singing that song!

Just stop it! Can you understand me?

She's been in solitary confinement

longer than anyone's ever been before.

We haven't even allowed her to wash

for, like, five months.

She stinks.

She won't let her

suffering influence him.

But still, she just...

She won't give an inch.

It sounds like you admire her, Major.

We must never, never, never apologize

for treating a terrorist

like a terrorist!

Yes, sir.

So, you want to be released?

Simple. Go on the radio.

Tell your husband's army, Umkhonto

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