Then I slowly saw that not only was I not free, but my brothers and sisters were not free, I saw that it was not just my freedom that was restricted, but the freedom of everyone who looked like I did. That is when I joined the African national congress, and that is when the hunger for my own freedom became the greater hunger for the freedom of my people. The chains on any one my people were the chains on all of them, the chains on all of my people were the chains on me.

　　It was during these long and lonely years that my hunger that my hunger for the freedom of my own people became a hunger for the freedom of all people, white and black……I knew that the oppressor must be liberated just as the oppressed.

　　When I walked out of prison, it was my mission to liberate the oppressed and the oppressor both. Some say that has now been achieved. But I know that that is not case. The truth is that we are not yet free; we have not taken the final step of our journey, but the first step on a longer and even more difficult road.

　　I have walked that long road to freedom. I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious sight that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended.

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