Winnie Mandela: “Together, hand in hand, with our boxes of matches and our necklaces we shall liberate this country.”
Winnie Mandela is one of those profoundly unpleasant, power-hungry women whose only accomplishment is getting a charismatic man to marry her. For one Miss Rodham, it was Bill Clinton. In Winnie Mandikizela’s case, it was South African Marxist revolutionary Nelson Mandela, imprisoned for decades for fighting his country’s cruelly embedded apartheid policies.
Beginning in the Sixties, Mandela’s martyrdom captured the world’s attention and eventually he was freed, becoming SA’s first Black president, mercifully dismantling apartheid in the process once and for all. By convenient association, his wife Winnie was cast as the Martyr’s Wife, the celebrated “Mother” of the new South Africa, but her story and ultimate reputation are somewhat less attractive than her husband’s saintly image. By all honest accounts, she is in love with money, power and all the luxuries attached to being a typical Leftwing figurehead and celebrity. She is also a cold-blooded killer, the notorious First Lady of Necklacing, the grisly practice of forcing a rubber tire doused in gasoline over a victim’s head, then striking a match. Significantly, the terrorized victims were always other Blacks-local policemen, teachers, civil servants, political opponents-accused of collaboration with the existing White order.
Promoting the killing of police in this manner and paving the way for domestic terrorists like Black Lives Matter, this murderous diva made it adequately plain that this would be the fate of anyone daring not to fall into Marxist lockstep with the revolutionary mob who made her rich, revered and politically powerful. Nelson Mandela himself had to divorce this embarrassing harridan, but she has refused to go away. Since his death, she has continued to play the grieving widow, simultaneously reviling her meal-ticket-for-life, sicking an army of lawyers to contest his unambiguous, legally documented wishes to disinherit her. That such a sociopath continues to be celebrated as a national heroine, most recently on her 80th birthday, only underscores the corruption of the new South Africa.
Getting rid of apartheid was a cause that honorable, civilized people everywhere could easily support without hesitation. Its demise was a cause for celebration worldwide. Sadly, the old story has been played out again: cruelty replaced by utter corruption, a new entrenchment of an Elite Few intent on an absolute power of its own, the general populace no better off, possibly worse.
So while Winnie Mandela continues to enjoy her Mercedes’, the fanciest clothes, the best plastic surgeons and ongoing admiration and worship, South Africa remains hell on earth, only now its new tyrants are Black. Orwell’s Animal Farm pigs are indistinguishable from Farmer Jones and the rest. So it goes…again.