In South Africa, I feel I am a stranger, at best an animal.
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The land on which the cattle grazed was communal property. It was owned by no one. It was nobody's private farm. It was the common property of the people, shared by the people. So the practice of sharing was central to the concept of ownership of property.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote emphasizes the importance of shared ownership and collective responsibility in society.
Oliver Tambo's quote highlights the idea that land and resources should not be solely owned by individuals but rather shared by the community. It suggests that the concept of ownership extends beyond individual rights to include a collective agreement that fosters cooperation and mutual benefit among people.
Themes
Communal PropertySharingOwnershipCommunityCollectiveResponsibility
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in discussions about land reform and communal living.
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