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In my house Desmond Tutu can do little wrong. He’s up there with Nelson Mandela. (The latter complimented Tutu recently as “the voice of the voiceless”). Tutu restores our fight in decency and what’s right when on countless accusations he calls South Africa’s ruling class into line (like he did its previous white rulers), sticks up for gays and lesbians, celebrates when we need to, and takes on intransigent regimes or the American behemoth. We’ll also cut Tutu slack for the empty justice of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission (that’s some expensive slack, I know) and the stale jokes he tells on the US lecture circuit or, in this case, for fraternizing with Richard Branson, who’s a better publicist than he is a businessman. But this clip above of the Archbishop swimming–from Sundance Channel’s “Iconoclasts” series where two famous people hang around and chat–is worth it for seeing Tutu in his swimming trunks and Branson helping Tutu with his slippers.

Sean Jacobs