He married and became a father, but he never stopped fighting. He was jailed for speaking up, but he never stopped fighting against apartheid.
So Nelson organized rallies and spoke to the people. They called it apartheid, and Africans hated it. He became a lawyer so he could help his poor and powerless African countrymen.īut something else bothered Nelson just as much as poverty: The South African government had a policy that split its citizens into three groups, and it wasn't fair. Rolihlahla's mother knew she would miss him while he was away, and she tried hard not to cry.Īt school, Rolihlahla's teacher refused to say his Xhosa name, so she called him “Nelson.”Īs Nelson grew, he attended the finest schools in Johannesburg. But he couldn't play forever: Rolihlahla was smart, and smartness like that needed an education. Rolihlahla loved to play with his friends, fighting pretend-battles and hunting with slingshots on the grassy hills of Qunu, South Africa. That's what happened to a great man in Africa, and in the book “Nelson Mandela,” (Katherine Tegen Books / HarperCollins, $17.99) author Kadir Nelson writes about the man and his life. Now imagine being locked in a room for years and years and years for no good reason. You had to sit in your room alone for a while, and you cried, maybe, or pouted because it just wasn't fair. You didn't think you were being naughty, but Mama did, and she punished you. Your mother sent you to your room the other day.
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