【正文】 ng our ri ghts and progress, unti l today we have reached a stage where we have alm ost no ri ghts at al .” It was the truth. Bl ack peopl e coul d not vote or choose thei r l eaders. They coul d not get the jobs they wanted. The parts of town in whi ch they had to li ve were deci ded by whi te peopl e. The pl aces outsi de the towns where they were sent to l i ve were the poorest parts of South Afri ca. N o one coul d grow food there, . In fact as Nel son Mandela sai d: “… We were put i nto a positi on i n whi ch we had ei ther to accept we were l es i m portant, or fi ght the governm ent. We chose to attack the l aws. We first broke the l aw i n a way which was peaceful。 even thei r horses were qui t. There were no shouts or peopl e doi ng crazy thi ngs. In al those terri bl e hours I saw not one wom an who cried, not one m an who was exci ted. Before the fi res, through the ni ght, thousands and thousands of peopl e who had l ost thei r hom es l eft for safety. Som e were covered i n bl ankets. Som etim es whol e fami li es put everythi ng they owned and coul d save into wagons. They helped one another cli m b the hi gh hi l s around the ci ty. N ever in al SanFrsncio’s histroy were her peopl e so kind as on that terribl e night. Uni t 5 Elias’ story My nam e i s Eli as. I am a poor worker i n SouthAfri ca. The tim e when I fi rst m et N el son Mandela was a very di ffi cul t period of m y l i fe. I was twel ve years ol d. It was i n 1952 and Mandel a was the bl ack lawyer to whom I went for advi ce. H e offered gui dance to poor bl ack peopl e on thei r l egal probl em s. H e was generous wi th hi s ti m e, for whi ch I was grateful . I neded hi s hel p because I had very li ttl e education. I began school at si x. The school where I studi ed for onl y two years was three ki lom eters away. I had to l eave because m y fami ly coul d not conti nue to pay the school fees and the bus fare. I coul d not read or wri te wel l. After trying hard, I got a job in a gol d m i ne. H owever, thi s was a ti m e when one had to got to have a passbook to li ve i n Johannesburg. Sadl y I di d not have it because I was not born there, and I worri ed about whether I woul d be e out of work. The day when N elson Mandel a hel ped me was one of m y happi est. H e told m e how to get the correct papers so I coul d stay i n Johannesburg. I becam e m ore hopeful about my future. I never fot how kind Mandel a was. When he anized the AN C Youth League, I joi ned it as soon as I could. H e sai d: “ The l ast thi rty years have seen the greatest num ber of l aws stoppi ng our ri ghts and progress, unti l today we have reached a stage where we have alm ost no ri ghts at al .” It was the truth. Bl ack peopl e coul d not vote or choose thei r l eaders. They coul d not get the jobs they wanted. The parts of town in whi ch they had to li ve were deci ded by whi te peopl e. The pl aces outsi de the towns where they were sent to l i ve were the poorest parts of South Afri ca. N o one coul d grow food there, . In fact as Nel son Mandela sai d: “… We were put i nto a positi on i n whi ch we had ei ther to accept we were l es i m portant, or fi ght the governm ent. We chose to attack the l aws. We first broke the l aw i n a way which was peaceful。 even thei r horses were qui t. There were no shouts or peopl e doi ng crazy thi ngs. In al those terri bl e hours I saw not one wom an who cried, not one m an who was exci ted. Before the fi res, through the ni ght, thousands and thousands of peopl e who had l ost thei r hom es l eft for safety. Som e were covered i n bl ankets. Som etim es whol e fami li es put everythi ng they owned and coul d save into wagons. They helped one another cli m b the hi gh hi l s around the ci ty. N ever in al SanFrsncio’s histroy were her peopl e so kind as on that terribl e night. Uni t 5 Elias’ story My nam e i s Eli as. I am a poor worker i n SouthAfri ca. The tim e when I fi rst m et N el son Mandela was a very di ffi cul t period of m y l i fe. I was twel ve years ol d. It was i n 1952 and Mandel a was the bl ack lawyer to whom I went for advi ce. H e offered gui dance to poor bl ack peopl e on thei r l egal probl em s. H e was generous wi th hi s ti m e, for whi ch I was grateful . I neded hi s hel p because I had very li ttl e education. I began school at si x. The school where I studi ed for onl y two years was three ki lom eters away. I had to l eave because m y fami ly coul d not conti nue to pay the school fees and the bus fare. I coul d not read or wri te wel l. After trying hard, I got a job in a gol d m i ne. H owever, thi s was a ti m e when one had to got to have a passbook to li ve i n Johannesburg. Sadl y I di d not have it because I was not born there, and I worri ed about whether I woul d be e out of work. The day when N elson Mandel a hel ped me was one of m y happi est. H e told m e how to get the correct papers so I coul d stay i n Johannesburg. I becam e m ore hopeful about my future. I never fot how kind Mandel a was. When he anized the AN C Youth League, I joi ned it as soon as I could. H e sai d: “ The l ast thi rty years have seen the greatest num ber of l aws stoppi ng our ri ghts and progress, unti l today we have reached a stage where we have alm ost no ri ghts at al .” It was the truth. Bl ack peopl e coul d not vote or choose thei r l eaders. They coul d not get the jobs they wanted. The parts of town in whi ch they had to li ve were deci ded by whi te peopl e. The pl aces outsi de the towns where they were sent to l i ve were the poorest parts of South Afri ca. N o one coul d grow food there, . In fact as Nel son Mandela sai d: “… We were put i nto a positi on i n whi ch we had ei ther to accept we were l es i m portant, or fi ght the governm ent. We chose to attack the l aws. We first broke the l aw i n a way which was peaceful。 even thei r horses were qui t. There were no shouts or peopl e doi ng c