Beyond Mandela
Last weekend I drove through Parliament Square to catch my first glimpse of the Nelson Mandela statue. As I drew closer to the monument, which was smaller than I expected, I saw a black family sitting at the foot of the outstretched arms, having their picture taken. Mother, daughter, father - drawn to the square, to Nelson.Two days later I was passing again, on a bus. The scene was repeated: another black family, in Mandela's embrace, pride on their faces. Nelson, drawing black people into this public space, his healing magic melting away years of exclusion and bitterness, redefining the meaning of the square for us.… Seguir leyendo »