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The journey had begun. And now the fear back again, the fear of the unknown, the fear of the great city…the fear of Gertrude’s sickness. Deep down, the fear for his son. Deep down the fear of a man who lives in a world not made for him, whose own world is slipping away, dying, being destroyed beyond any recall.

He told them too of the sickness of the land…how it was a land of old men and women, and mothers and children; how the maize barely grew…how the tribe was broken, and the house broken, and the man broken; how when they went away, many never came back, many never wrote anymore.

I do not say we are free here. I do not say we are as free as men should be. But at least I am free of the chief. At least I am free of an old and ignorant man, who is nothing but a white man’s dog. He is a trick, a trick to hold together something that the white man desires to hold together.

But when a black man gets power, when he gets money, he is a great man if he is not corrupted…He seeks power and money to put right what is wrong, and when he gets them, why he enjoys the power and the money…Some of think when we have power, we shall revenge ourselves on the white man who has had power, and because our desire is corrupt, we are corrupted, and the power has no heart in it. But most white men do not know this truth about power, and they are afraid lest we get it.

But there is only one thing that has power completely, and that is love. Because when a man loves, he seeks no power, and therefore he has power; I see only one hope for our country, and that is when white men and black men, desiring neither power nor money, but desiring only the good of their country, come together to work for it.

Like your brother, they say the church has a fine voice, but no deeds.

Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone….Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.

Which do we prefer, a law-abiding, industrious and purposeful native people, or a lawless, idle and purposeless people? The truth is that we do not know, for we fear them both. And so long as we vacillate, so long will we pay dearly for the dubious pleasure of not having to make up our minds.

Kumalo struggled within himself. For it is thus with a black man, who has learned to be humble and who yet desires to be something that is himself.

Sorrow is better than fear…Fear is a journey, a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least arriving.

It is the duty of a Judge to do justice, but it is only the People who can be just. Therefore if justice be not just, that is not to be laid at the door of the Judge, but at the door of the People, which means at the door of the White People, for it is the White People that make the Law.

For here is a voice to move thousands, with no brain behind it to tell it what to say, with no courage to say it if it knew.

Yes, God save Africa, the beloved country. God save us from the deep depths of our sins. God save us from the fear that is afraid of justice. God save us from the fear that is afraid of men. God save us all.

He was too old for new and disturbing thoughts and they hurt him also, for they struck at many things. Yes, they struck at the grave silent man at High Place, who after such deep hurt, had shown such deep compassion…A white man’s dog, that is what they called him and his kind. Well, that was the way his life had been lived, that was the way he would die.

And now for all the people of Africa, the beloved country. Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika, God save Africa. But he would not see that salvation. It lay far off, because men were afraid of it. Because, to tell the truth, they were afraid of him, and his wife, and Msimangu, and the young demonstrator. And what was there evil in their desires, in their hunger? That men should walk upright in the land where they were born, and be free to use the fruits of the earth, what was there evil in it? Yet men were afraid, with a fear that was deep, deep in the heart, a fear so deep that they hid their kindness, or brought it out with fierceness and anger…They were afraid because they were so few. And such fear could not be cast out, but by love.

Yes it is dawn that has come…The great valley of the Umzimkulu is still in darkness, but the light will come there. Ndotsheni is still in darkness, but the light will come there also. For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing. But when that dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of bondage and the bondage of fear, why, that is a secret.

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