Freedom Fighter

Did you know that freedom is not free?

A room with a view

A room with a view: Mandela’s window on Robben Island

When I was visiting a friend in Australia almost a decade ago, I happened upon the Touch of Mandela Gallery in The Rocks, a touristy, historic part of Sydney.  The small art gallery was set up as a temple to Nelson Mandela’s sketches-turned-into-lithographs of the years as a prisoner on Robben Island.  I could afford only the postcard reprints, but I am glad that I still have them (and could recall where I had tucked them away for safe keeping!)

Worth of a man: Letters and photographs

Worth of a man: Belongings inside a cell

He drew these sketches 12 years after his release from prison.  The drawings are uncluttered and precise, drawn by a man who had 27 years to sit in a small room and contemplate things, like shading, lines and scale.

Robben Island Harbour: Say goodbye to freedom

Robben Island Harbour: Say goodbye to freedom

 As Nelson Mandela has reached his 95th year on earth and his health ailing, I think about him quite often these days.  He is a symbol for our time (despite what his detractors may assert) as his philosophy that men and women, regardless of color or creed, be treated like men and women, nothing more and nothing less, resonates deeply for all of us.

Beacon of hope, beacon of oppression

Beacon of hope, beacon of oppression

Mandela’s long and twisted relationship with his country, first as a prisoner and then as its leader, makes me think about the Koreans who fought and died for their country often at the hands of their own government.  Through invasion and colonization, they died so that their descendants would live in a world where free will would triumph over the tyranny, whim, and violence of a cruel ruling class.

circa 1950

circa 1950

I think about Korea’s Tonghak (eastern learning) movement of the 19th century and its creator, Ch’oe Che-U, who taught his followers that “all human beings are equal before the Heavenly Lord…gentry, peasants, and slaves are all the same in their essential nature” (Oh, 1955), and championed “a new pride in national identity” in the face of both western and Japanese imperialism (Muyurama, 1935).

Rebel Yell

Rebel Yell:  The Tonghak movement

The soil is deep-red saturated with their blood, but they would tell you that this was a small price to pay.

All he dreams about is the freedom of the nation
When every man will be equal in the eyes of the law
As he closes his eyes
For the last time he said again

Chorus:

I’m still here in the house of exile
For the love of the nation

           ––Lucky Dube, “House of Exile”

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