Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
written by William Ernest Henley in 1875 on hospital bed being treated for tuberculosis.
Invictus is also the title of Clint Eastwood’s film on Nelson Mandela’s effort to heal a nervous post-apartheid South Africa through Rugby.
I saw Invictus last night. It is now my favorite sports movie, but it is so much more than a sports movie, its a historic narrative, its a political drama and as a Taiwanese its serves as a mirror to post Chiang reconciliation. Probably because of my background in political science, i am tremendously moved by it. I recommend study up on South African Apartheid history or watch Apartheid movies like Cry Freedom before walking into a theater for the full force of Invictus.