I'm a million different people from one day to the next. An elegant tapestry of nonsensical madness. A Bohemian paradox in the shape of a human. A weaver of words and a singer of dark refrains. I am me. I am a revolutionary.
Mandela will never, ever be your minstrel. Over the next few days you will try so, so hard to make him something he was not, and you will fail. You will try to smooth him, to sandblast him, to take away his Malcolm X. You will try to hide his anger from view.