Winnie

I'm Columbus Madikizela,

Headmaster of Bizana Elementary School.

Welcome.

Next time, have your pickaninnies

chase the cattle off the road.

We haven't got time to waste!

As you can see, we do not have desks and chairs.

Our only equipment is blackboard and chalk.

We came

to evaluate your teaching abilities.

So far, you're not making a very favourable impression.

Despite all our disadvantages,

I can wager that any one of my pupils

could compete with any white pupil in your cities.

Winnie?

Shakespeare's 18th Sonnet for our guests.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate;

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of Heaven shines,

And often is his--

Yeah, yeah, that's enough.

Thank you.

Good day.

(Columbus): Winnie?

Yes, Father?

I was disappointed when you were not born a boy.

But now I am proud.

I'm so very proud that you're my daughter.

Don't forget to write.

You should be the one taking the bus, sisi.

It was always going to be you.

Ms. Madikizela! Ms. Madikizela!

Oh goodness! I'm so sorry we're late.

There was a frightful accident in Ellof Street.

We do apologize.

We are so very pleased

that you're coming to study with us!

Yes. Our first student from a rural area.

And we believe your father is a chief.

No, madam.

My father is a teacher, son of a chief.

But the first black teacher in our district.

Daughter of a Xhosa teacher, son of a chief

is quite good enough!

Welcome to Johannesburg.

Can I help you with that?

Now, ladies,

a career as a social worker means 2 things for certain:

long hours and pitiful salaries!

Please turn to page 296

in the Encyclopedia of the Social Sciences.

Quietly, please!

(Woman): Go, Winnie!

I actually can't believe that he was there.

Winnie, haven't you had enough of your books yet?

We're going to town. Come.

I have seen the town.

You study too much.

And you're going to put us all to shame.

For goodness' sake, it's Saturday!

Oh my, it is beautiful.

I think she likes it.

Let's go in and try it on.

Oh!

Oh, you look like Cinderella.

Go on, buy it.

There are better things to do with money.

Darling, buying beautiful clothes

is the only thing to do with money.

No, really, I can't.

You can pay me back later.

Excuse me! Excuse me!

What do you think you are doing?

My friend would like to buy a dress.

Is that a problem?

You'll ruin that dress. - Ruin it?

Only paying customers are allowed to try the dresses on.

Look, you people don't bath.

The next customer is not going to want to buy that dress.

It'll smell. Now take it off before I call the police.

Leave her alone.

Africans want to be paid a living wage.

Africans want to perform work

which we are capable of doing

and not work which the government declares us

to be capable of.

We want to be allowed

and not obliged to living in rented houses

which we can never call our own.

We want to be allowed to live

where we obtain work

and not being forced to living in our ghettos.

African men want to be with their wives

and not being forced into an unnatural existence.

African women want to be with their husbands.

He is incredible.

Who is he?

Nelson Mandela.

Mandela who?

Nelson. Nelson Mandela.

I would follow him anywhere.

Would you, Winnie?

(Police officer): Move, move, move!

Get out of here! Come on!

Get out of here!

Go, go, go!

This is a peaceful meeting!

Get out of our way! Move!

This is a peaceful meeting!

This is an illegal demonstration. Disperse!

We have every right to be here.

This is an illegal gathering.

Disperse! Arrest him!

I wouldn't mind finding out more

about that Mandela fellow.

He's a dreamboat!

He's a lawyer.

A black lawyer? - Mm-hmm!

He's defending a friend of mine.

She was caught without a pass and hardly earns anything,

so he did it for free.

A lawyer that works for free? Mm-mmm.

My friend says he's also a boxer.

A boxer?

I wouldn't mind getting to go

a couple of rounds with him.

Always ready for a few rounds,

aren't we, Harriet?

Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies...

Wow! Who's the new lamb?

Or should I say angel?

This is Peter Magubane.

He's a photographer for Drum magazine.

May I please take your picture?

I would rather you didn't.

Oh, come on, Winnie. You never know.

Everyone reads Drum.

And a picture in it might make you famous.

OK! All right. Here, wait.

Yes!

What are you doing?

Oliver, please.

Ask her if she needs a lift.

Please.

My friend wants to know if you need a lift.

(Nelson): Is she sure?

Is she sure?

Are you sure?

I am sure.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Nelson, let's go. Let's go.

Comrades!

Comrades...

All is well? Good, good, good.

Hoot if you see anyone.

I will, sir.

(Man 1): We should be aggressive.

(Man 2): We should be more militant.

(Woman): Tea?

Yes, I knew it!

I told you I had seen her somewhere before,

the girl from the bus stop.

We should join forces with the Pan Africanist Congress.

Let me see.

They are very good with explosives.

The Pan African Congress

want to drive this country's 4 million white people

into the sea.

And they want us to help them do it!

We refuse to work with people

who exclude whites, coloureds or Indians.

But we are not getting anywhere.

The apartheid system is getting stronger by the day.

And they've got guns and tanks!

(Nelson): Comrades! Listen, brothers.

We must remember:

Ours is a struggle for justice,

not domination.