Mark Steel writes:
I wonder if it was like this 2,000 years ago. If
it was, when Jesus died, Pontius Pilate would have appeared on Sky News moments
after the cross was taken down and said, “The world mourns today a man of great
integrity. It was an honour to have known him, and even when I sentenced him to
crucifixion, he showed great forgiveness, and that shows what a great figure he
was.”
On the BBC the newsreader would say “With me here
is one of his closest associates. Judas, what memories do you have of Jesus?”
And Judas would say he always displayed dignity and humility, and most importantly
forgave those that betrayed him, and finish with an amusing anecdote, about how
pernickety he could be about which bread to break at supper.
On Radio 5 live the moneylenders at the temple
would say he was a heroic figure, who may have thrown over the moneylenders’
tables in the temple, but said he was sorry for the mess that was caused, which
is the main thing, then every newspaper would tell us that “tributes have
flooded in from across the Roman Empire, led by King Herod who said ‘It is a sad
day for Nazareth, and a sad day for Rome’.”
Many of the official tributes to Nelson Mandela,
such as the one from David Cameron, have emphasised his ability to forgive, and
his apparent rejection of bitterness is part of what made him extraordinary.
But the reason his capacity for forgiveness towards the rulers of apartheid
mattered, was that he’d organised opposition to it, took up arms against it and
overthrew it. If he hadn’t, if his notable side was forgiveness, he would
simply have been a kindly chap who’d passed away with no one outside his family
taking much notice.
Few people now defend apartheid, but someone must
have liked it at the time or it wouldn’t have been such a nuisance to destroy.
Margaret Thatcher, idol of many who made tributes to Mandela, bragged with a
fervour that actually made her look drunk, that she’d rejected sanctions
against the regime, as the ANC was a “typical terrorist organisation.”
Many
sportsmen and musicians broke the boycott, repeating the sentiments of Denis
Thatcher who said “we play our rugby where we like”. There were the ‘Hang
Mandela’ t-shirts, and countless commentators and politicians who belittled the
demonstrations and boycotts.
I visited Robben Island prison, where Mandela had
been incarcerated, in 2003. To get my ticket I visited an office in Cape Town,
with glossy posters on the wall, covered in flowery lower case jolly African
writing, exclaiming that your trip to South Africa wasn’t complete without
taking the unique opportunity of a trip to the famous island. I got on a
catamaran with Americans and Germans, who smothered themselves in sun cream and
took pictures of each other as they held out their arms and giggled.
Had they turned the prison into a theme park, I
wondered, maybe with a water-canon-slide, and a helter skelter shaped like a
giant Desmond Tutu?
But tours of the prisons are conducted by
ex-prisoners. As we wandered round the cells our guide explained how he and
fellow convicts had been allotted different amounts of bread according to their
race, and how they were made to work 16 hours a day on the land.
“One day”, he
said, “As I was digging, on the day of the month my father was due to visit, a
guard called my name. I stood before him on that spot there and he said ‘Your
father won’t be visiting today as he’s been shot. Now get back to work’.”
His father survived the shooting, it turned out,
but never walked again, and the guide told us the three responsible for the
attempted murder were free under the rules of the Truth and Reconciliation
Committee, and were now wealthy businessmen.
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