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Another reminder of how different our experiences were in youth. We are of the same age and yet Nelson Mandela was a remote, distant figure for me. A sympathetic figure? Yes, but a reflexive sympathy. Thanks for sharing this rich and deep meaning of Mandela in your coming of age.

Having said that, you wrote our hearts were in the right place. But suppose hearts weren't in it? Suppose we did not know what we did not know? There is no tight-fitting overlap between the South African experience of race and the black American experience. We have no comparable consciousness of multiple ethnic groups within blackness on our American shores. During the 1600s and 1700s, we did but the Fulani and the Igbo and the Mandinka and Hausa and Bamoun and Yoruba and all the rest merged within a generation or two. A new people, a new black people came to life on American shores. You and I and our children have zero memory of competing African ethnic groups on American soil. (But see competitive admissions to Yale Medical School/just kidding.)

So, our heart was in the right place since Mandela was black. I suggest our hearts, however, weren't in it because did we know Mandela. Who was Mandela? A Madiba clan member? Xhosa? Thembu royal? All of the above? Same of the above? I didn't know. And not knowing meant I treated Mandela like a stranger one ought to like. All skin folk are kinfolk, right? I understood the black quest for a black Mayor of Richmond, Virginia because I knew Mayor Henry L. Marsh III and his city and his people from a short distance. I understood L. Douglas Wilder because I understood the black quest for a black Governor of Virginia, its people were my people.

But Mandela was too far from me and all I knew in life. 8,100 miles away from my home. I knew no Zulu, Xhosa, BaPedi (North Sotho), BaTswana, BaSotho (South Sotho), Tsonga, Swazi, Venda and South Ndebele people at home. I knew southern suburban Old American families in black and white. As you write, "what remains in our hearts that matters most." A nice essay on the meaning of Mandela in your life.

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