So Nelson Mandela has died. Queue all the white people pretending they cared and spewing out quotes they found on Wikipedia. I can’t tell you much about him, that’s something I’m ashamed of. And I’m not going to pretend he was a hero to me. I plan on educating myself on his fight, his work, his life. But a mans death is not an invitation to show a false sense of admiration or love for him. I may be wording this all wrong but it just pisses me off when people only care after they die and until the next remotely famous persons death.
For those who do hold Nelson Mandela dear to their hearts I am sorry for you, but I am certain someone just as strong will and already is continuing his fight. So remember; the loss of a life, no matter how dear or important, doesn’t mean we need lose hope.