Winnie Mandela Page #4

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we Sizwe, to lay down their arms.

Tell the ANC's leaders,

like your friend Oliver Tambo,

to start talking sense

to the government.

In fact, we'll fly you by helicopter

to Robben Island to see

your husband.

Yes. You like that?

You stay at nice little house, sea view.

You cook for him and the Prime Minister

while they talk

about jointly ruling South Africa.

Hmm? How does that sound?

F*** you.

Here. Release her.

- Release her?

- Yeah.

Find another way.

- Winnie.

- I am fine.

- Give me a moment.

- Yeah. Of course.

Mama! Mama! Mama!

I missed you so much, Mama!

Girls. Girls.

Missed you, girls.

They have made me stronger.

What have you done to my wife?

You should ask yourself that question,

Mr. Mandela.

It does not matter.

We are winning, Nelson.

They are conscripting white boys

from school straight into the army.

We are...

No political talk!

Take her away!

We are winning this.

Keep fighting.

Keep fighting. Keep fighting!

I love you.

- No to lessons in Afrikaans!

- Viva!

- No to the language of the oppressor!

- Viva!

Zindzi.

- Yes, Ma.

- Be careful.

Child's Welfare. Morning.

What? What? I can't hear you.

Mama! Mama!

What happened? What happened?

It's my friend, Mama. He's dead.

The law of nature does not allow

for parents to bury their children.

But the law of this country

go against the law of nature.

We are here to shed

tears for our children!

They are the heroes of the struggle!

The silent screams of

our children tell us

the time for peaceful protest is over!

- Viva ANC! Viva!

- Viva!

This bloody woman, she'll never give up.

And now, what do you want?

- We are sewing a banning order.

- I already have one.

In terms of this new order, you'll be

confined to the town of Brandfort.

Also, you may not meet with more

than one person at any one time.

- Where is Brandfort?

- Far away from Soweto.

Where do you think you're going?

My dearest Nelson,

the government is blaming me

for the massacre of the school children.

So, I have been banned again.

This time,

to Brandfort in the Free State.

How, Ma?

We have to stay here for how long?

Sh*t.

They have exiled

me to break my spirit.

But today, I feel liberated.

I think of the early years in Soweto,

and I will again use my experience

and my hope to help these people.

Mrs. Mandela.

You come to give me running water?

- I came to offer you a

job, Mrs. Mandela. -A job?

I'm Chris Hattingh,

the local doctor,

and I hear how you're helping

the local community.

And I've been thinking,

if you work with me,

then you can continue helping them

and earn a living.

Is this a trap?

Trap? No. It's a genuine offer.

Are you one of them?

Thank heavens, no.

When do I start?

They said it was an accident,

but I know they killed him, Nelson.

Although I did not know this man,

he touched me with his offer of help.

I didn't know I could grieve so much for

someone who was not one of my people.

I suspect, when you read this,

most of the pages will be blackened out.

I pray for you and miss you every day.

Your loving wife, Winnie.

Winnie!

- You made it!

- Yes.

How did you get a permit

to get into the township?

I know people.

I wouldn't call them friends,

but anyway, I'm here.

I'm glad you are.

I see you haven't changed.

It's been hard, Mary. Very hard.

But it feels good helping people again.

- The community has never had a clinic.

- No.

- This building was a liquor store.

- Oh.

- How do you do it?

- Donations. Some from overseas.

No. I mean, how does

Winnie Mandela do it?

Tea?

- Come.

- Yeah.

I'll send one of the girls to get

some milk from the police station.

- The police station?

- Yes, they've plugged my fridge there.

They steal it, but the milk is fresh.

What is going on back home?

There is rioting in the

townships, Winnie.

Rioting and death.

Some of the youth

who call themselves comrades

are calling for work stay-aways

and boycotts of shops run by whites.

They say they want to make

the country ungovernable.

But when people don't listen,

they call them collaborators

with the government

and then kill them as

an example to others.

They hang car tires around their necks.

And set them on fire.

They call it necklacing.

Of course, the security police

just love this black-on-black violence.

They say, "Yeah, it's tribal.

Zulus against Xhosas.

"And it proves to the world that they will

never be capable of running this country."

We will see.

Hello?

When?

Okay, thank you. Thank you!

The rumors are true, Ma.

They've moved him to Pollsmoor.

They've taken them off the island, Ma.

It is a small victory, Zindzi.

Your father is still in prison.

Life sentence, remember.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Mandela.

We've been expecting you.

What is going on?

Perhaps the government feels

they are going to need some goodwill

from us soon.

I have not touched your

skin in over 20 years.

it is as soft as I remember.

Winnie...

Winnie...

I have often wondered

what our lives would

have been like if...

What do you want?

This is to notify you

that the minister of law and order

has relaxed your banning order.

- Is this a joke?

- No.

You're free to return

to Soweto, Mrs. Mandela.

You must be careful, Winnie.

Soweto is not as you and I remember it.

Be careful? This is my home.

Who are you? What do you want?

Get out of Soweto.

Do you know who I am?

Of course.

Mother of the Nation, Winnie Mandela.

Out! Out! Out!

Thank you.

From now on, anyone who wants to hurt

Mama Winnie has to come through me.

- What is this?

- This is your football club.

I don't play football.

You do now, Mama.

Mama Winnie.

Can't you see this is

Mrs. Winnie Mandela?

I don't give a sh*t.

I want to see the chaplain.

This is the UDF headquarters.

You can't go in.

I'm going in.

Okay, okay.

What is your name?

They call me Stompie.

Stompie?

Stompie is running from the police.

What do you want us to do?

I want to be in your football club.

We have rules here.

If you follow them, we are your family.

Hey, hey. hey.

You won't forget the ANC

anytime soon, my friend.

Who did this? Why?

Because of the talks

between your husband and the government,

we are surrounded by enemies.

Don't worry, Mama.

I will find you another house.

This Mandela United

Football Club of yours

are thugs.

They're not. They're boys with no homes.

I give them shelter.

They are thugs, tsotsis.

The reports I am getting from Soweto

is that they are out of control.

Soweto is out of control.

These boys, they protect me.

I am asking you to get rid of them.

- Or...

- Or?

Winnie, is there something

you are not telling me?

What?

The coach of your so-called

football club...

You have no idea what is happening

outside these prison walls.

It is a war! People are at war!

You have not answered my question!

You have no right to

ask me that question.

Comrades, we must get rid

of police informers.

We must unite in the struggle, together,

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