I am not qualified to blog about Mandela, but nor can I ignore his passing. A very late developer politically, the film “Cry Freedom” woke me up in the mid-1980s, and I did my tiny bit by joining the Anti-Apartheid Movement, by picketing a few Shell garages, and marching for Mandela’s 70th birthday. Then I married a South African in the interval between Mandela’s release from prison and his election as president. I cannot do better than put up a link to a blog post written by one of my husband’s lifetime friends – a brilliant, perceptive and articulate man who has worked tirelessly in the cause of famine relief. Here’s what he wrote last night.