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Happy Birthday, President Nelson Mandela

Former South African President & Nobel Peace Prize Winner, Nelson Mandela

It was with great sadness and disappointment that I noticed this morning, the major news networks had not mentioned in their online headlines, the 93rd birthday of former South African President and Nobel Peace Prize winner, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela. If he was mentioned, I’ve yet to locate the media. Yes, I know the story is there. But it’s buried amidst other, more important news. I know this because I went searching for it.

I did however, learn what it is like to live with 26-inch long fingernails. I saw something about a crane that can’t “whoop.” Even now, there’s more to Casey Anthony than any sane American could ever need to know. And of course, we can’t forget the current media sensation of the Mudoch fellow or the marital woes of Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony.

I don’t watch television, so I cannot say whether or not anyone bothered to say “Happy Birthday” over the airwaves; however, the idea that the man who has long been recognized for his struggle and sacrifice against racism and inequality, has received at best, blasé coverage of his birthday, really kind of ticks me off.

As a result of his fight for freedom, he was sentenced to prison in 1962, six years before I was born. As a child, I was unaware of who he was and what he fought for. But I remember the day he was released. February 11, 1990, the day after my twenty-second birthday.

I remember his pleading for peace and equality. And as I sat holding my young daughter and watching the news, I simply could not fathom, even as an American Indian and our continued struggle for equality, the concept of such resistance to freedom, justice, and equality for everyone. Especially by one’s own people.

Twenty-one years after his release, President Mandela remains the icon of sacrifice, struggle, and peace.

At least for some of us.

Happy Birthday, President Mandela. Some of us still remember who you are.

Some of us, still care.

Photo from Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nelson_Mandela

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About RaznCain

Married with five children and five grandchildren, Chloe is a nurse, student, and author that enjoys spending what little spare time she has with her children, riding motorcycles with her husband, reading, and photography. She has five dogs, three cats, and a ball python that she includes in her menagerie of family. According to her husband, she is also an amazing cook and makes the meanest Indian tacos, wojapi, Louisiana gumbo, and blackberry dumplings in the country. Along with her five children, she has an amazing number of kids who have "adopted" her over the years and although an only child by birth, she also has numerous "adopted" brothers and sisters. A Mohawk Indigenous woman, she was brought up in a religiously fanatical Caucasian world with only one word first and foremost in her mind: Survival. Raised in rural Illinois, she spent her youth with an abusive adoptive family which sparked her escape into writing. From her experiences, she has centered her muse on reflecting not only the difficulties, but the victories as well. Schooled in medicine, psychology, and theology, she has continued to educate herself in an attempt to satisfy her addiction and obsession for knowledge, understanding, and justification of the world around her. In 1988, she met and developed a close and loving relationship with her birth mother, Gail Fox. Tragically, Gail was killed in an accident in 1993 yet Chloe is grateful for the short but beautiful time they spent together. Chloe has eclectic tastes in life from Antoine Rubinstein to Slipknot, Twizzlers to Caviar, horses to Harleys, and crayons to CGI. She collects brass, clay, & cast iron cuspidors, antique hurricane lamps, frogs, and memories. An odd one in the least, she does not care for chocolate, diamonds, gold, shopping, perfume, or flowers, although the white daisy will always hold a special place in her heart and is reflected in her photography, poetry, and the many tattoos that adorn her flesh to honor her Grandfather.

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