Human rights class 12 exercise | I am Sorry”- The Hardest Three Words to Say Exercise | Grade 12 English Unit 14 Notes

Human rights class 12 exercise

Notes OfAll Units : Language DevelopmentGrade 12
UnitTitleReading
1Critical ThinkingKnow Thyself Exercise
2FamilyFamily Exercise
3SportsEuro 2020 Exercise
4TechnologyHyperloop Exercise
5EducationA Story of My Childhood Exercise
6Money and EconomyQR Code Exercise
7HumourWhy do We Laugh Inappropriately? Exercise
8Human CultureLand of Plenty Exercise
9Ecology and EnvironmentLiving in a Redwood Tree Exercise
10Career OpportunitiesPresenting Yourself Exercise
11HobbiesOn Walking Exercise
12Animal WorldThe Medusa and the Snail Exercise
13HistoryAfter the World Trade Centre Exercise
14Human RightsI am Sorry”- The Hardest Three Words to Say Exercise
15Leisure and EntertainmentA Journey Back in Time Exercise
16FantasyThe Romance of a Busy Broker Exercise
17War and PeaceTrain to Pakistan Exercise
18Music and CreationA Life of Sound and Silence Exercise
19Migration and DiasporaDediasporization: Homeland and Hostland Exercise
20Power and PoliticsAn Open Letter to Mary Daly Exercise

I am Sorry”- The Hardest Three Words to Say Exercise

Human rights class 12 exercise | Grade 12 English Unit 14 Notes

Read the following text to know how black people suffered from apartheid policy
in South Africa and do the given tasks.

There were so many nights when I, as a young boy, had to watch helplessly as my
father verbally and physically abused my mother. I can still recall the smell of alcohol,
see the fear in my mother’s eyes and feel the hopeless despair that comes when we see
people we love hurting each other in incomprehensible ways. I would not wish that
experience on anyone, especially not a child.
If I dwell on those memories, I can feel myself wanting to hurt my father back, in
the same ways he hurt my mother, and in ways of which I was incapable as a small
boy. I see my mother’s face and I see this gentle human being whom I loved so
very much and who did nothing to deserve the pain inflicted on her.
When I recall this story, I realise how difficult the process of forgiving truly is.
Intellectually, I know my father caused pain because he himself was in pain.
Spiritually, I know my faith tells me my father deserves to be forgiven as God
forgives us all. But it is still difficult. The traumas we have witnessed or experienced
live on in our memories. Even years later they can cause us fresh pain each time
we recall them.
If I traded lives with my father, if I had experienced the stresses and pressures my
father faced, if I had to bear the burdens he bore, would I have behaved as he did?

I do not know. I hope I would have been
different, but I do not know.
My father has long since died, but if
I could speak to him today, I would
want to tell him that I had forgiven
him. What would I say to him? I
would begin by thanking him for all
the wonderful things he did for me as
my father, but then I would tell him
that there was this one thing that hurt
me very much. I would tell him how
what he did to my mother affected
me, how it pained me.
Perhaps he would hear me out; perhaps he would not. But still I would forgive him.
Why would I do such a thing? I know it is the only way to heal the pain in my
boyhood heart. Forgiveness is not dependent on the actions of others. Yes, it is
certainly easier to offer forgiveness when the perpetrator expresses remorse and
offers some sort of reparation or restitution. Then, you can feel as if you have been
paid back in some way. You can say: “I am willing to forgive you for stealing my
pen, and after you give me my pen back, I shall forgive you.” This is the most
familiar pattern of forgiveness. We don’t forgive to help the other person. We don’t
forgive for others. We forgive for ourselves. Forgiveness, in other words, is the
best form of self-interest.
Forgiveness takes practice, honesty, open-mindedness and a willingness (even if it
is a weary willingness) to try. It isn’t easy. Perhaps you have already tried to forgive
someone and just couldn’t do it. Perhaps you have forgiven and the person did not
show remorse or change his or her behaviour or own up to his or her offences – and
you find yourself unforgiving all over again. It is perfectly normal to want to hurt
back when you have been hurt. But hurting back rarely satisfies. We think it will, but
it doesn’t. If I slap you after you slap me, it does not lessen the sting I feel on my own
face, nor does it diminish my sadness over the fact that you have struck me. Retaliation
gives, at best, only momentary respite from our pain. The only way to experience
healing and peace is to forgive. Until we can forgive, we remain locked in our pain and
locked out of the possibility of experiencing healing and freedom, locked out of the
possibility of being at peace.
As a father myself, raising children has sometimes felt like training for a forgiveness
marathon. Like other parents, my wife, Leah, and I could create a whole catalogue
of the failures and irritations our children have served up. As infants, their loud
squalls disturbed our slumber. Even as one or the other of us stumbled out of

bed, the irritation at being woken and the thoughts of the fatigue that would lie
like a pall over the coming day gave way to the simple acknowledgment that this
was a baby. This is what babies do. The loving parent slides easily into the place
of acceptance, even gratitude, for the helpless bundle of tears. Toddler tantrums
might provoke an answering anger in a mother or father, but it will be quickly
replaced by the understanding that a little person does not yet have the language
to express the flood of feelings contained in his or her body. Acceptance comes.
As our own children grew, they found new (and remarkably creative) ways of testing
our patience, our resolve and our rules and limits. We learned time and again to turn
their transgressions into teaching moments. But mostly we learned to forgive them
over and over again, and fold them back into our embrace. We know our children are
so much more than the sum of everything they have done wrong. Their stories are
more than rehearsals of their repeated need for forgiveness. We know that even the
things they did wrong were opportunities for us to teach them to be citizens of the
world. We have been able to forgive them because we have known their humanity. We
have seen the good in them.
In the 1960s, South Africa was in the fierce grip of apartheid. When the Bantu
Education system of inferior education for black children was instituted by the
government, Leah and I left the teaching profession in protest. We vowed we
would do all in our power to ensure our children were never subjected to the brainwashing that passed for education in South Africa. Instead, we enrolled our children
in schools in neighbouring Swaziland. Six times each year we made the 3,000-mile
drive from Alice in the Eastern Cape to my parents› home in Krugersdorp. After
spending the night with them, we would drive five hours to Swaziland, drop off or
pick up the children at their schools and drive back to Krugersdorp to rest before
the long drive home. There were no hotels or inns that would accommodate black
guests at any price.
During one of those trips, my father said he wanted to talk. I was exhausted. We
were halfway home and had driven 10 hours to drop the children at school. Sleep
beckoned. We still had another 15-hour drive back to our home in Alice. Driving
through the Karoo – that vast expanse of semi-desert in the middle of South Africa
– was always trying. I told my father I was tired and had a headache. «We›ll talk
tomorrow, in the morning,» I said. We headed to Leah›s mother›s home half an
hour away. The next morning, my niece came to wake us with the news: my father
was dead.
I was grief-stricken. I loved my father very much and while his temper pained me
greatly, there was so much about him that was loving, wise and witty. And then, there
was the guilt. With his sudden death I would never be able to hear what he had wanted
to say. Was there some great stone on his heart that he had wanted to remove? Might

he have wanted to apologise for the abuse he had inflicted on my mother when I was
a boy? I will never know. It has taken me many, many years to forgive myself for
my insensitivity, for not honouring my father one last time with the few moments he
wanted to share with me. Honestly, the guilt still stings.
When I reflect back across the years to his drunken tirades, I realise now that it was
not just with him that I was angry. I was angry with myself. Cowering in fear as a boy,
I had not been able to stand up to my father or protect my mother. So many years later,
I realise that I not only have to forgive my father, I have to forgive myself.
A human life is a great mixture of goodness, beauty, cruelty, heartbreak, indifference,
love and so much more. All of us share the core qualities of our human nature and so
sometimes we are generous and sometimes selfish. Sometimes we are thoughtful and
other times thoughtless; sometimes we are kind and sometimes cruel. This is not a
belief. This is a fact.
No one is born a liar or a rapist or a terrorist. No one is born full of hatred. No one is
born full of violence. No one is born in any less glory or goodness than you or me. But
on any given day, in any given situation, in any painful life experience, this glory and
goodness can be forgotten, obscured or lost. We can easily be hurt and broken, and it
is good to remember that we can just as easily be the ones who have done the hurting
and the breaking.
The simple truth is, we all make mistakes, and we all need forgiveness. There is
no magic wand we can wave to go back in time and change what has happened or
undo the harm that has been done, but we can do everything in our power to set
right what has been made wrong. We can endeavour to make sure the harm never
happens again.
There are times when all of us have been thoughtless, selfish or cruel. But no act
is unforgivable; no person is beyond redemption. Yet, it is not easy to admit one’s
wrongdoing and ask for forgiveness. “I am sorry” are perhaps the three hardest words
to say. We can come up with all manner of justifications to excuse what we have done.
When we are willing to let down our defences and look honestly at our actions, we find
there is a great freedom in asking for forgiveness and great strength in admitting the
wrong. It is how we free ourselves from our past errors. It is how we are able to move
forward into our future, unfettered by the mistakes we have made.

Human rights class 12 exercise

Human rights class 12 exercise | Grade 12 English Unit 14 Notes

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