I have never been to hell, but I have been to a few places that I
consider the manifestation of hell on earth. Not because it was ungodly hot or because
I encountered devil worshippers or signs of such. In these places I could feel the evil. One
such place was Dachau, the former Nazi concentration camp. The other I visited
very recently, Robben Island off the coast of Cape Town, South Africa.
Robben is the Dutch word for seal, and when they shared the island with
penguins, sea birds and some tortoises, things were not so bad. Once man
inhabited the island, it became a place that brought out the cruelest aspect of
human behavior. From the late 17th century until it became a World
Heritage Site less than 20 years ago, this island was used to incarcerate free
thinking men and women. For over 300 years it was a place that robbed men of
their basic human dignity, a place dedicated to breaking man’s spirit and his
will to live free.
The island itself is a windswept coral outcropping covered with thick
brush and rocks. Everything is coated with limestone dust from the quarry that once
served as a place prisoners were pushed to the breaking point. The island’s shoreline and shallow waters are
littered with broken ships that stand as a reminder to the many broken spirts
that still haunt the island. One of the earliest activists to be imprisoned
on Robben Island was Robert Sobukwe. A college professor at the University of
the Witwatersrand and a newspaper editor, Sobukwe achieved notoriety promoting African
majority rule. He formed the Pan Africanist Congress (PAC), and was elected its
first President in 1959. He spoke of the need for black South Africans to
"liberate themselves".
Sobukwe was kept in this house adjacent to the guard dog kennels. |
he was kept under house arrest until his death in 1978.
Nelson Mandela, window 4th from the left |
This was all that was allowed in Mandela's cell, his table, pot and blanket |
There was one prisoner
whose spirit not only could not be broken, it soared higher during his
incarceration- 18 out of a total 27 years spent on Robben Island mining lime
stone with his hands. Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela suffered the 100-plus degree
heat and the cold damp chill of winter for the crime of standing up for the
basic human rights of his people.
I walked the island. I stood
and starred into the limestone pit. Tears formed in my eyes when I looked into
the closet that was his cell. Only hunger strikes led by him and the sickness
that ensued resulted in the prisoners being able to move from sleeping on the
floor to sleeping on cots. He had every
right to be angry at his captors. He had even more reasons to be bitter over
how he had been treated. Instead he led a nation back from the brink of total
isolation and reunited black and white to forge a new government, a new land, a
new freedom and a new peace.
From an evil place there rose a great spirit and a giant of a man, the
likes of which may not again be seen in my lifetime. For those who say there is
no justice in the world, I point to Robben Island, Nelson Mandela and the
spirits of those who inspired him. Good does rise up, even from the darkest of
places.
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