I was a very young 14 when this movie came out and I first watched it. The actions of the white slave owners - both husband and wife - was so appalling to me that it moulded how I treated others to this day. I'd already been colour-blind...was raised to recognise the soul within the person...so that didn't change. What changed was the way I viewed other white people - being a white-skinned person, myself. I spent my life observing the actions of people to one another and it's still heart-breaking to see b/c there has been a resurgence of overall hatred of one another rather than simply of one's colour. But that ending...it has been emblazoned on my memory for all time. That horror will never leave me. I hope people will learn that Love is the key and stop allowing hatred to rule their actions.
Review of Mandingo
