The Mandela Effect – Part 2

From false engagements to general ignorance and dodgy hearing

There’s one reason why this second part of my investigation into the Monroe Effect is my favourite… after this is finished I’ll never have to write about the accursed topic again! I’m done. The more I looked into it the more I found it incredulous that so many people insist their memories are perfect and that it’s the rest of the world that’s out of kilter. All because of one throw away comment by a historically ignorant ‘paranormal consultant’ back in 2010 who thought Marilyn Monroe had been sitting in the car next to JFK in Dallas when he was shot by Donald Duck. Clueless numpties who can’t accept the fact that human mind is infallible, theirs especially. But how can I be so sure/ignorant/arrogant? (*delete as appropriate). Why? Because I live in the real world, not one of conspiratorial fantasy in which a bad hypothesis is promoted by people who really should know better, especially those in the public forum.

Before I get to the real meaty bits though I’m going to relate to you a story, an incident in which faith in my own mind was slightly shaken until rationality resumed. About a year ago I had been invited on the christmas works do by a company I did some freelance writing for and I’ll be honest I was a couple of sheets to the wind at the time when I overheard one of the sales team saying she’d just got engaged after her boyfriend had proposed to her in the city of romantic clichés, Paris. Well, as I happened to glance over I saw a couple of her colleagues checking out the ring on her finger, at least I thought I did. Anyway, fast forward a couple of months and I happen to bump into her while I’m dropping something off at their office and I notice there’s now, no ring on her finger. “You’re not wearing your ring,” I said “did you split up or something?” aye, tact has never been my strongest characteristic.


“What are you talking about?” she replied, and I told her how I’d seen her flashing her sparkle around at Christmas. “No way, it’d take a lot more than a trip to Paris to get a ring on this finger, besides I’m not seeing anyone, haven’t for a while now.” As she walked away a horrible thought hit me, had the universe just punked me for saying the Mandela Effect was gash? It took a while to get my head around it but when I analysed my original memories properly I found the answer. I was not entirely sober having had a few drinks before I turned up to the party, I’d only heard a brief snippet of conversation which had been taken out of context, I didn’t actually see any ring myself just some curious workmates, nor did I congratulate her on the night, or speak to her. And when I quizzed the two colleagues when I next saw them, it turned out they were only checking out her new nail decorations such is the trend these days. Looking back perhaps I shouldn’t have laughed quite as loud as I did. So with that hefty weight off of my mind you can see why it’s easy for people to jump to conclusions without actually giving it some proper thought.

Words by Doug McKay

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The Mandela Effect – Part 1

What started as an innocent musing on a blog in 2010 grew to become an international phenomenon.

On December 5th 2013 a man died. Not just any man but a hero to an entire nation, an entire race of people. A man who had been imprisoned for nearly 30 years spending 18 of those in a tiny cell on Robben Island, south of Cape Town, before finally being released and leading his nation out of the oppression of apartheid and racism, united under a multicultural democracy. That man was Morgan Freeman… no, wait, I mean Nelson Mandela. Or was it? In 2010 a paranormal consultant blogging by the name of Fiona Broome was convinced that Nelson Mandela had died in prison – to quote her post…

“I thought Nelson Mandela died in prison. I thought I remembered it clearly, complete with news clips of his funeral, the mourning in South Africa, some rioting in cities, and the heartfelt speech by his widow.”

The problem I have with this statement is that there’s no mention of when or where he died, just a vague “in prison” comment. And that ladies and gentleman is how this whole movement began. Since then it’s become this big pile of steaming horse shite gathering speed as it skyrockets downhill faster than the career of whoever the latest celebrity is this week who’s being accused of something untoward.

But can she have such a memory? Well it is true that Nelson Mandela was hospitalized with tuberculosis during the 1980’s and was on the very precipice of death – in fact many newspapers of the time were speculating that he was about to snuff it, and his wife at the time Winnie did appear on the telly a lot, but he survived to become the iconic man we (most of us) remember.

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