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From these heights of the twentieth century I again ask you to cast your eyes south of the Desert of Sahara. They are available for hire when husband wants to murder wife and wife, husband. These monuments are the indestructible memorials of their great and original genius. Whatever the difficulties, Africa shall be at peace!

Calhoun, I believe, was the most philosophical of all the slaveholders. I have seen concrete expression of the denial of the dignity of a thsbo being emanating from the conscious, systemic and systematic oppressive and repressive activities of other human beings.

Her Congo and her Gambia whitened with commerce, her crowded cities sending forth the hum of business, and all her sons employed in advancing the victories of peace-greater and more abiding than the spoils of war.

My thesis stands on this truth; time has proved it. A great century has come upon us. He will tell of a race whose onward tide was often swelled with tears, but in whose heart bondage has not quenched the fire of former years.

I have seen our country mbekii asunder as these, all of whom are my people, engaged one another in a titanic battle, the one to redress a wrong that had been caused by one to another and the other, to defend the indefensible. He is a mystery through all ages and for all time. This influence constitutes the very essence of efficient progress and of civilization.

And woe to the tongues that refused to tell the truth! The brighter day is rising upon Africa.

“I am an African” an iconic speech by a former president of the ANC

In my veins courses the blood of the Malay slaves who came from the East. Then shalt thou, walking with that morning gleam, Shine as thy sister lands with equal beam. Whatever their own actions, they remain still part of me. The dismal shame of poverty, suffering and human degradation of my continent is a blight that we share. What might have been the sensation kindled by the Greek syntax in the mind of the sm Southerner, I have so far been unable to discover; but oh, I envy the moment that was lost!


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Men afrucan tried to compare races on the basis of some equality. We are assembled here today to mark their victory in acquiring and exercising their right to formulate their own definition of what it means to be African. If you could go with me to the oppressed Congos and ask, What does it mean, that now, for liberty, they fight like men and die like martyrs; if you would go with me to Bechuanaland, face their council of headmen and ask what motives caused them recently to decree so emphatically that alcoholic drinks shall not enter their country — visit their king, Khama, ask for what cause he leaves the gold and ivory palace of his ancestors, its mountain strongholds and all its august ceremony, to wander daily from village to village through all his kingdom, without a guard or any decoration of his rank — a preacher of industry and education, and an apostle of the new order of things; if you would ask Menelik what means this that Ab is now looking across the rhabo — oh, if you could read the letters that come to us from Zululand — you too would be convinced that the elevation mbekk the African race is evidently a part of the new wfrican of things that belong to this new and powerful period.

The African is not a proletarian in the world of science and art.

“I am an African” by Thabo Mbeki, South African President.

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Their proud dignity informs my bearing, their culture a part of my essence. The grandeur of its venerable ruins and the gigantic proportions of its architecture reduce to insignificance the boasted monuments of other nations.

As an African, this is an achievement of which I am proud, proud without reservation and proud without any feeling of conceit. My mind and my knowledge of myself is formed by the victories that are the jewels in our African crown, the victories we earned from Isandhlwana to Khartoum, as Ethiopians and as Ashanti of Ghana, as Berbers of the desert.

I could have spoken of the pyramids of Ethiopia, which, though inferior in size to those of Egypt, far surpass them in architectural beauty; their sepulchres which evince the highest purity of taste, and of many prehistoric ruins in other parts of Africa.

The crack and the rumble of the summer thunders, lashed by startling lightning, have been a cause both of trembling and of hope. There the victims parade with no mask to hide the brutish reality – the beggars, the prostitutes, the street children, those who seek solace in substance abuse, those who have to steal to assuage hunger, those who have to lose their sanity because to be sane is to invite pain.

I am the child of Nongqawuse. He has refused to camp forever on the borders of the industrial world; having learned that knowledge is power, he is educating his children. At times, and in fear, I have wondered whether I should concede equal citizenship of our country to the leopard and the lion, the elephant and the springbok, the hyena, the black mamba and the pestilential mosquito.

It is a firm assertion made by ourselves that South Africa belongs to all who live in it, Black and White. They murder the innocent in the taxi wars. My body has frozen in our frosts and in our latter-day snows.