Sunday, May 11, 2008

Amazing weekend


We had an amazing week last week with 3 public holidays all in one week!!!
For the occasion, Victor came to visit from Cape Town, and I had the chance to show him around the Eastern Cape.













The first night he arrived, I took him to our huge weekly 'community dinner' with a bunch of friends and anyone we see along the way (called 'taco night' because we attempt to cook tacos, which invariably become pancakes because of lack of Mexican food supplies) .


The second day, we spent an amazing day at the beach in Port Alfred with other Ambassadorial scholars and several of my roommates and friends, and on the last night, we celebrated Brenda's birthday with her (hence all of the dress up shots) For some reason, the picture theme of the night was to do a pouty "blue steel" face - at which, we found, I am amazingly bad. Brenda's party was ridiculously amazing - she cooked a NINE course dinner for us all, one of the most extravagant and great meals I have had EVER. Between each course she had us change seats so that we were constantly sitting next to new people. (Brenda is an ambassadorial scholar from last year who stayed at Rhodes this year to finish her Masters Degree) She's the one in the picture with no front tooth. :) This is due to a tragic accident on her 'real' birthday and not due to the boxing gloves in the same picture, thankfully. :)




It was SOOOOO unbelievably wonderful to have Victor here for a few days and get the chance to relax and have a good time and actually see him in PERSON for a while!! It was also fun to introduce him to all of my new friends here and get to spend some quality time with them as well. All in all - an amazing long weekend! Thanks to everyone for the good food, good fun and great company!

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Wish me luck!!!

Everyone wish my luck, tomorrow I am defending my Master's thesis proposal in front of the Politics department, eeek! Big day. After I hear their comments, I submit it to the Higher Degrees Committee and they either reject it or accept it. If they accept it, I can start (or keep) working on my thesis. If they reject it.... I'm going to have some extra time on my hands next semester. :)

My thesis is on the Politicization of AIDS in South African politics. Or, if you are really curious, here are the first couple of lines from my proposal---

“Explaining the Politics of AIDS: A critical examination of the South African state response to the HIV/AIDS epidemic”

I propose to examine possible explanations for the nature of the political response to HIV/AIDS in South Africa, specifically, the apparent inability of the state to exercise effective leadership and deal decisively with the HIV/AIDS epidemic and a continued adherence to inadequate treatment and prevention policies despite the alarming scale of the epidemic.


As I just read that through again, I realized I have a major grammatical mistake already. Oh my. I am REALLY going to need that luck!

Right to Water

South African court mandates right to water

A Johannesburg court ruling that orders the city to provide 50 liters of free water per person every day to residents may set new international standards for people's right to water. The volume ordered by the court equals the bare minimum of people's daily water needs, according to World Health Organization guidelines. http://www.irinnews.org/Report.aspx?ReportId=78076

Saturday, April 26, 2008

World Malaria Day - April 25th

Thankfully, I am living in a malaria-free area of South Africa. However, there is a good portion of South Africa which is not, nor is the vast majority of Africa. In fact, 90% of malaria cases worldwide occur in Africa. This summer, all of the students and teachers who accompanied me to Ghana had to be on malaria medication, in case we were bitten by a malaria-infected mosquito. I will also take malaria medication when I travel this summer to countries surrounding South Africa.

Malaria is a HUGE, HUGE problem. More than half a BILLION people are infected with malaria each year, and out of those, over a million die. The incredibly frustrating thing is that malaria is completely treatable and preventable. First, there is medication - both in helping to prevent the serious illness caused by malaria (such as the medication I take when travelling to malaria-infected areas), and that can be taken as treatment once one is infected by malaria. Even in areas where medication like I was able to take is unaffordable, there are simple precautionary measures such as bed nets and mosquito repellent or insecticide. It is just a matter of making such preventable measures available to people and setting up community education programs to spread the word about ways to prevent the disease.

This year, World Malaria Day was celebrated for the first time ever, with a call from the Secretary General of the UN to rally around goals to put in the measures to drastically cut down the number of deaths caused by malaria each year. I was so excited to see my inbox flooded with information about World Malaria Day yesterday, and I hope everyone will take a couple of minutes to read up about the monstrosity of a problem it is and what can be done about it. :)

"UN launches drive against malaria

United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon marked World Malaria Day Friday by launching a fresh campaign against the disease, which continues to kill more than a million people every year, mostly children. The new drive aims to help provide all African countries with sufficient supplies of mosquito nets or high-quality household sprays by the end of 2010, in addition to more health clinics and special treatment centers for pregnant women." - http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/7366301.stm

Read more about UN efforts to end malaria deaths here, or here.

the vagina monologues


Last night a bunch of my friends and I went to see the "Vagina Monologues" - a series of monologues written by Eve Ensler, about... well... vaginas. I had heard they were really well done, but I was truly amazed. By the end of the show, the audience, which through the first couple of monologues had been laughing nervously, was literally jumping out of their seats and cheering. It was especially poignant as it took part of a week long campus focus on rape awareness, and in general a cry for the end of gender-based violence in South Africa. With some of the highest rape statistics in the world, this is a problem very on the minds of most South Africans.

If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend going to Youtube and watch a version of it. Its crass and crude and honest and angry, and powerful.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Explaining the US elections...

The first few months I was in South Africa, I hardly had a conversation with a South African without having to discuss the American elections. They wanted to know... Clinton or Obama? Who am I going to vote for? Is America ready for a woman president? A black president? Could a Republican win again? I explained the primary situation over and over... and over and over.

Now I'm starting to think that maybe even I don't have that good of a grip over what is going on. Those of you in America, help me out! WHAT in the world is going on? I hungrily opened the news this morning hoping to see... I don't know what.... about the Pennsylvania primary, and instead, all I am seeing is a ridiculous amount of the exact same thing. What are your thoughts? Is this going to be decided before August? Is anything progressing over there or is it as confusing as it is over here? Help!

Zim

This is a map showing Zimbabwe in red. Zim is one of South Africa's 'northern neighbors.' For quick facts on the country, click here.
Putting my internet woes into perspective... while I have been waiting rather impatiently for my internet to be put in, all of Zimbabwe has been waiting to find out what the future of their country will hold. All of us in South Africa are also holding our breath, praying that the situation will resolve peacefully and justly.

Just a little background: Zimbabwe held its presidential elections on March 29, 2008. For years and years it has been ruled by Robert Mugabe, who led the country to independence, but then never gave up his power and has become a full on dictator. Under him, Zimbabwe has gone from one of the 'gems' of Africa with one of the best economies on the continent, to have the highest inflation int the entire world. It literally takes millions of Zimbabwean dollars to buy a meal. There are dozens and dozens of other problems as well within the country, but I am not qualified to say much about them, so here's a quick excerpt from Wikipedia. :)

"Zimbabwe held a presidential election along with a parliamentary election on March 29, 2008.[1] The three major candidates were Robert Mugabe of the Zimbabwe African National Union - Patriotic Front (ZANU-PF), Morgan Tsvangirai of the Movement for Democratic ChangeSimba Makoni, an independent.[2] The election was expected, because of Zimbabwe's dire economic situation, to provide President Mugabe with his toughest electoral challenge to date. Mugabe's opponents have been critical of the handling of the electoral process, and the government has been accused of planning to rig the election; Human Rights Watch said that the election was likely to be "deeply flawed".[3]

No official results have been released; the failure to release results has been strongly criticized by the MDC, which is seeking an order from the High Court that would force their release. An independent projection placed Tsvangirai in the lead, but without the majority needed to avoid a second round. The MDC has, however, declared that Tsvangirai won a narrow majority in the first round and has refused to participate in any second round.[4] ZANU-PF has said that Mugabe will participate in a second round if one is necessary;[5] however, ZANU-PF is alleging that some electoral officials, in connection with the MDC, fraudulently reduced Mugabe's score, and the party has requested a recount." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zimbabwean_presidential_election,_2008


Needless to say, the country is in a terrible, terrible position. Based on polls and such, the opposition won about 60% of the vote, but the Zimbabwean government has not release the results. So since the elections, everyone has been essentially holding their breath, seeing if the government will declare Mugabe the winner, which will almost certainly lead to riots by supporters of the opposition, hold out indefinitely, which will surely at some point lead to a collapse of the system in some way, or find a way to allow Mugabe to leave - if that happens, no telling what the outcome will be.




I
n the meantime, China has been exposed for attempting to deliver a ship full of small arms to Zimbabwe. The international community has been outraged over the fact they would sell weapons to a country so clearly on the brink of violence, and when the ship tried to land in South Africa, it was turned away. It then attempted Mozambique, and was turned away. Last I read, It was headed to Angola, but the U.S. State Department has stepped in and asked ALL African countries to deny access to the ship.

This of course has raised questions about the sovereignity of Zimbabwe - as a nation, isn't it allowed to buy as many weapons as it wants? Isn't China allowed to sell to whomever it wants? And at the same time, over the idea of human rights abuses - isn't the international community responsible for preventing small arms from going into the hands of people on the brink of a violent conflict?

It is a sticky situation, and well worth following. Click here to read more about what's has been happening with the Chinese ship.

On the ground here, people are tense. Thousands of refugees, fearing the outbreak of violence, are spilling over the northern border of South Africa every day (very far away from where I am, no worries). We have many Zimbabwean students at Rhodes, and my heart aches for them as they watch the unravelling of the situation. Most of their families are still in Zim. Read more about the fears of escalating violence here.

The South African government... isn't doing a lot. The public here is in general very upset at the lack of government reaction over the event. President Mbeki was even quoted as saying that there "is no crisis in Zimbabwe." On Friday, students at Rhodes held a protest over the lack of South African response to Zim labeled "Blood on our hands" - the students painted their hands red, showing that if we stand by and do nothing, we are going to be responsible if it escalates into violence.

If you are a prayer, pray for Zim. The country is on the brink of something huge, no matter what the outcome. And what happens there could very well affect the stability of the entire region.

Note: All three political cartoons are taken from on of my favorite South African cartoonests, Zapiro: http://www.mg.co.za/zapiro/

indeed too good to be true

the internet people have been coming to my house now... for 8 days. I asked them on the first day which day they would be done... they said tomorrow. I asked them on the second day which day they would be done... they said tomorrow. I asked them on the third day which day they would be done... you get the point. They didn't come back today, I don't know what that means. It really isn't a very big deal - I can walk to a computer lab easily. Almost nothing else about the different ways of working bother me at all - i understand when shops are closed for hours at a time in the middle of the day for no reason, or when the waiter suddenly disappears and takes 2 hours to bring our food... all of this is part of the experience of living in South Africa. The internet thing, though, is driving me crazy. I think its more because I keep expecting it to be installed and ready to go when I go home every day. Anyway, any of you who are waiting for me to have skpe... we're still waiting. Maybe we should just give in and buy a lot of phone cards. ;)

Thursday, April 17, 2008

could it be true?!?

As I write, the elusive internet is being installed at my house... is it too good to be true??? Highly possible... I became completely cynical and didn't even believe them a little bit the last 5 promises they gave us, but this morning, people actually showed up at our house with cable. So this might really be it....

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Lunch at the senior center

Last week, our Rotary 'dad' Geoff Antrobus took us to have lunch at a senior center in the township. It was such a lovely afternoon, spent chatting with the folks and eating. I sat at a table of women who had probably about 4 teeth between them, and was AMAZED as they out ate me double fold. At one point as I was slowing down, they asked if I was finished and ate the food off of my plate as well. :) I had a good time trying to use my Xhosa, which has become ridiculously rusty the past couple of months. I hope to return to the center soon to work on some crafts with the women. I was also reminded of the reality of life in the township--- all of the women I was chatting with had lost multiple children to disease and violence. However, they are a living testimony of hope, --- I was bought a knitted hat and scarf from the craft area, as fall weather is setting in. The woman who knitted my scarf had only one hand, but had learned to sew and knit despite her handicap. She did a BEAUTIFUL job - every time I wear it, I will remember her and all of the women at my table.

chilling in Grahamstown..

This is a picture of my roommates and two of the other Rotary scholars. Last Wednesday, we spent an evening being Eben's groupies as he performed at a local bar.

Too Close!


While we were driving around the park, we came upon a bit of a roadblock...
WOW! So we drove up a little closer.....
And soon, we were face to face....We were quite happy and excited until we saw this....
And realized that we were no match. FYI - if an elephant is making eye contact with you and flapping its ears, its time to GET OUT OF THE WAY. Fortunately, the Rotarians who were driving us knew what they were doing and got us out of there with no problem. Exciting stuff!!

Camping in Addo Elephant Park


This past weekend the other Grahamstown Rotary Scholars and I went camping at Addo Elephant park with the Sunset Rotary club. We had spectacular luck and saw somewhere around 75 elephants along with ostriches, water buffalo, warthogs, jackals, and pesky pesky monkeys (story above). It was such a great opportunity to get to know the other Rotary club better and to get to see such fantastic wildlife! I am continually amazed by the diversity and complexity of this world.

PS - check out the picture of the elephant crossing its legs (second picture on the left of the second to bottom row) Strange, no?

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Chuck Norris

Meet Chuck Norris -the toughest two-wheeled drive on the continent. This guy had a few problems - he got stuck twice (once we had to be pulled out), his bumper fell off when we bottomed out on a dirt road, and he lost a hub cap.... but he certainly never lost his dignity.


A couple words of advice: Unless you are driving Chuck Norris, rent a 4-wheel drive if you want to take a road trip through Namibia (note: there is only 1 paved road that we found in Namibia). Also, if your bumper falls off, a quick solution can be to sew it back on with household string. It will hold, I promise.

Namibia!!!

At long last, here are some pictures from my amazing road trip through Namibia. Four of us bashed and camped our way through the country. A ridiculous amount of stories need to be told, but those will have to come later.



The babboon got the last laugh...


On our way to Namibia we stopped through Cape Town and had the chance to hang out with Victor and Jeannie..... Victor and Jeannie AND the craziest babboon ever. This guy was just chilling with his family until some unsuspecting tourists (not us for once) got out of their car to take pictures. He then promptly jumped through the open window of their car, rummaged around for a bit, and jumped out holding their back pack. He then UNZIPPED (?!?!) it, looked through for something good to eat, found some toothpaste, and went to town. We all sat there in utter amazement watching the whole ordeal, and vowed to never leave our windows down when observing creatures that are pretty much as intelligent as we are.

Belated pics from Rotary Orientation in Cape Town

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Namibia here I come...

Hi all! Just want to give a heads up that I'm heading to Namibia for the next couple of weeks!
Three of the other Ambassadorial scholars and I are renting a car on Friday, and driving up into Namibia, which is North of South Africa along the West Coast. It is one of the least populated countries in the world, and is high desert. Go to this link and just check out the photographs to get an idea of the terrain - it is unbelievable!: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Namibia They speak English, Afrikaans (it was occupied by South Africa for many years), German (it was German colony) and many African languages. We're taking our camping equipment as there are long distances between major cities. Between the four of us, only two can drive a manual car (I'm not one), so I'm in charge of keeping the drivers happy.

Along the way we are stopping by Cape Town to visit with Victor and Jeannie (and see penguins again), and then we are heading to the capital city Windhoek (pronounced Vind-hook) because we are giving a Rotary talk there on March 20th. The Rotarians here have been wonderful, giving us advice and letting us borrow camping gear, maps, and

Here are a few photos http://picasaweb.google.com/haleykf/Grahamstown - my internet situation is less that great here, so I've only been able to upload a few. Enjoy.

That said the real purpose of this message is to wish you all a beautiful and blessed Easter. I will be spending Easter weekend in Sossusvlei - http://www.namibian.org/travel/namibia/sossusvlei.htm My goal is to watch the sunrise from the top of a sand dune in the middle of the desert on Easter morning. We'll see how that works out.

I love you all and hope that this Easter season is bursting with love and filled with new beginnings!
Much love,
Haley

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

My crew


There are 3 of the dearest people in the world - my fellow Rotary scholars in Grahamstown.


Rosa (far left) - working on Masters in Philosophy, native of Pennsylvania, passionate about ethics and philosophy, maybe has the best vocabulary of anyone I have ever met, lived in a house without electricity for 6 years, tells it like it is, has the ability to make anyone feel like they are the most interesting/amazing person in the world, fellow road-tripper to Namibia.

Eben (the only boy)- working on Masters in Politics and IR, native of Smyrna, Tennessee but transplant to Mephis, can play a mean "bluegrass fusion" on his guitar, can impersonate ANY given person and/or animal, tortures dogs in the best way possible, has an extreme affinity for babboons even though he's never seen one, does an AMAZING job of being the only male with three girls, can and WILL make you laugh within the first 10 minutes of knowing him... also fellow road-tripper to Namibia
Alicia (far right)- working on Masters in Politics and IR, native of Minnesota, transplant to Chicago, passionate about social justice and conflict resolution, my church buddy and also betrothed to an engineer, doesn't really understand sarcasm but works hard at it ;), lived in Zambia for a year, can lead a dance better than any man, is passionate about helping people and will throw herself 100% behind you if you need her help, amazing at making things happen.
And together, we are one solid Rotary Ambassadorial team - I love them all dearly and can't imagine being here without them.

My Room and THE HILL

This is my humble abode. It's small but cozy. I live in a house with 6 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms a living room and a faux-kitchen. Notice that my window is open in the background. This was taken before I learned the hard way what happens when you leave your window open.This, my friends, is THE HILL. I hesitate to put this picture up, because it doesn't give it full justice. You cannot see the agony of hiking up it in 100 degree heat, or the joy/fear of running/sliding down it in the rain, or the pain the cars trying to shift gears to get up it. My house is at the very top on the left (not visible).


Monday, March 10, 2008

Water

For all of you in the US ---- you should read this:
Prescription drugs found in drinking water across U.S..
http://edition.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/03/10/pharma.water1.ap/index.html

Meanwhile, over here in South Africa, we have the cleanest water in Africa. Sparkling pure. And I mean that seriously- the water is excellent, people can drink from the tap with no problem. Except in Grahamstown, where we have the highest feces and iron content in our water in all of South Africa. Mmmmm. I have a moral dillemna with drinking bottled water when I live in places where the water is potable. Grahamstown its a bit sketchy, so I err on the side of being safe. However, whenever I run out of bottled water, I face the dillemna: do I drink the tap water, or do I dehydrate? After walking up THE HILL, this is especially daunting. I usually roll the dice and drink the water, and so far I've been fortunate. This morning though, I filled the sink with water to wash my face and it was BROWN. So I'm getting myself back to the store and buying a huge jug of water tonight.

The Xhosa word for water is amanzi.

Sad today

Last night I watched Last King of Scotland with my room mates, and this morning for our anthropology class we watched Hotel Rwanda.

Its ironic that two American-made movies (both of which I watch in the US) have become so much more relevant to me in South Africa. The horror of genocide becomes more and more real the more I understand what ignites it.

I have also found that I have become incredibly sensitive to violence in movies - it didn't used to faze me - but the more I learn about the reality of violence, the less I am able to watch it being simulated. Last night when I went to bed after watching Last King of Scotland I laid there for about an hour feeling sick to my stomach.

I am riding an emotional roller-coaster, some days feeling exuberent, amazed and hopeful about how this country is coping with its oppressive past, and then days like today, just overwhelmed and sad.

Not exactly the most happy beginning to a new week.

In the news...

BLOEMFONTEIN, South Africa

Times Topics: South Africa
Themba Hadebe/Associated Press

A worker from the video at a news conference last month. She and others were shown being humiliated by the students.

In the next scene, motherly black women in maids’ uniforms kneel in the dirt courtyard of the Reitz student residence complex, awaiting their mock initiation into the all-white house. Rowdy students tell the women who mop their floors and scrub their toilets to swallow the stew. Gagging, the women spit it out.

“Whore, drink that whole glass!” shouts one student.

This incendiary video, made with casual cruelty, recently leaped from the small, enclosed world of the Reitz residence to the World Wide Web. The four Afrikaner students who made it in September for a “cultural evening” at Reitz are now under criminal investigation. Two of them are barred from the campus; the other two completed their studies before the inquiry.

The university, concerned that Reitz has become synonymous with racism, is considering shutting down the residence. On Friday, the university’s governing body condemned the video as racist and an insult to women and poor working people.

A lawyer for the students, Nico Naude, said the video had been made “in the spirit of fun,” that the women had participated willingly and that the student did not urinate in the food but had squeezed a drink from a bottle.

Fusi Nchabeng, the provincial secretary for the women’s union, the National Education Health and Allied Workers Union, said the women did not know the video was made to protest integration, nor that, as they now believe, the food was urinated on. He declined to make the women available for an interview because the case is under criminal investigation, but he said they had worked at the residence for years and felt betrayed by the students and degraded by the video.

As the video and postings about it spread to YouTube and Facebook, it has provoked ever more bitter racial division on the campus and soul-searching across the country. “It’s bigger than the university,” said Billyboy Ramahlele, who heads the university’s diversity office. “It’s bigger than the four students. It’s really a challenge of the project of nation-building and reconciliation we started in 1994.”

That was the year white rule finally ended in South Africa. The University of the Free State has come a long way since the heyday of apartheid, when it was a training ground for the Afrikaner civil servants who became cogs in a racist political order.

Like many South African institutions, the university has undergone a transformation that is sweeping, but still incomplete. A majority of the university’s 25,000 students are now black. They are taught in English as well as Afrikaans, the language of the Afrikaners.

The hostels where students live, however, were still segregated after an earlier effort at integration ended in violence a decade ago. Then in January, after months of debate, the university moved again to integrate the residences, assigning black first-year students in white, Afrikaner hostels and whites in black residences. The white students generally did not take the spots allotted to them in the black residences, university officials said.

Eight black first-year students were sent to live with 128 white male students at Reitz.

“They seriously don’t want us here,” said Buzwe Tsawu, 19, an aspiring architect whose painterly self-portrait hangs on the wall.

At 3 o’clock one morning in mid-January, the eight black students were awakened with a bang as firecrackers were tossed through the open windows of the four bedrooms of their bungalow, they said. In the weeks that followed, they said, their windows were repeatedly broken as they slept. One weekend, as the seniors gathered at the social club next door to drink and party and braai, as barbecuing is called in South Africa, the newcomers were subjected to verbal abuse.

“They were trying to scare us, make us leave,” said Kulani Mngadi, 19.

But the black students made a pact to stick it out. “We’re going to change this place,” said Ruddy Banyini, a 19-year-old who is studying bioinfomatics, using computer tools to search genetic databases. “We’ll prevent next year’s black first-years from feeling what we felt.”

Many Afrikaners see what they call “forced integration” as a threat to the cultural identity of their embattled minority, descended from Dutch settlers.

Symbols of the apartheid-era past are still to be found in the Afrikaner hostels. The Hendrik Verwoerd residence, named at its opening in 1968 for the assassinated architect of apartheid, was given a new name, Armentum, two years ago. Armentum is Latin for herd. A bust of Mr. Verwoerd, a white supremacist, remains in a meeting room, and his portrait and memorabilia line the walls of the senior social club.

The hostel now has 18 blacks among its 160 residents, and its leader, Van Aardt Cloete, a 21-year-old senior, acknowledged the need to change the name because it “was sensitive for black people.” But he also said Armentum would keep a room in the hostel as a museum to showcase the Verwoerd past.

Pieter Odendaal, a 23-year-old senior who is the head of Reitz house, said: “There’s a fear, especially among young white South Africans, that there isn’t a future in this land anymore, that there’s all this black empowerment. We don’t have anything to do with apartheid. Why must they take away our job opportunities? Why must we give up our language? People just want to hold onto the last thing we still have: our Afrikaans-speaking hostel, playing rugby, braaiing, listening to Afrikaans music.”

The Reitz student video was made last year as the integration debate raged. “Once upon a time,” one student says in the opening frames, “the Boers had fun living on Reitz Island up until a day when the previously disadvantaged found the word ‘integration’ in the dictionary.”

Frederick Fourie, the rector of the University of the Free State, heard about the video on Feb. 26 and watched it that morning. An Afrikaner whose father was a professor here, Mr. Fourie said he wept when he reached one scene.

It showed a muscular white student starting a race of four hefty black cleaning women, set in slow motion to the theme music from “Chariots of Fire” — a scene Mr. Fourie felt humiliated good-hearted women who deserved better from students they had looked after.

When he saw the urination scene, he knew he had a public relations disaster on his hands.

The next day, he met with the tearful cleaning women. “My heart was sore,” he said. “They’d trusted these boys as their own sons. I apologized for what had happened to them at the university. I told them: ‘My heart is broken. I cry with you.’ ”

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

More about last night

I arrived early at the talk I went to last night (mentioned in depth below). I was warned that they may run out of seating as many people would want to hear the speaker. I arrived approximately 1/2 hour early.... and along with my friend were the first people there. By 7, when the event was to start, the auditorium was only half-full, which was a good thing, because the speaker was not there.

After 20 or so minutes, the MC announced that the speaker was caught in a roadblock and would be arriving late. As soon as she stepped away from the mic, one of the students in the back stood up and called out a song at the top of his lungs, and within seconds, dozens of students joined in the song clapping and swaying. It was beautiful - again, South Africans have an AMAZING ability to harmonize. The funny thing was that only the black students sang, with a couple of exceptions. The white students either just ignored it or looked around uncomfortably.

It was a very interesting interaction, and the singing continued on and off until the speaker arrived, and then picked up again after he was announced until he started speaking.

I hear that PAC has some of the most radical and passionate followers of any of the political parties - I am now getting a glimpse of what that means.

The members of the speaker's entourage wore shirts that said: Eliminate poverty before poverty eliminates you. ((which he referenced in his talk when speaking about how poverty is a breading ground for terrorism - he said that during the struggle, when he had to rally support behind the idea of violent revolution, he just had to speak in an impoverished area.))

A different perspective..

Last night I went to a talk by Mr Letlapa Mphahlele, the president of the PAC - one of the openly militant political parties that was outlawed during apartheid. He was a Freedom Fighter (the apartheid government called him a terrorist), responsible for ordering dozens of 'operations.' (aka - bombs, assassinations and roadblock killings of apartheid officials) His talk was just mind-blowing. I still cannot get my mind completely around it.

There were different groups who opposed apartheid. In the West, we most commonly hear about the non-violent movement headed by Nelson Mandela and his counterparts. However, there were huge amounts of people who did not believe that a non-violent revolution was going to achieve anything, and so opted for a violent revolution. Mr. Mphahlele was among the believers in a violent revolution.

What was so novel to me about his speech was the fact that he fully admitted his role in the killing of hundreds of people. He did not express regret for it. Nor was he proud of it. He presented it as something that had to happen in a time of war, but also said that just because it had to happen did not mean that everyone did not need to heal from it. Since he was able to return from exile, he has spent years going from family to family of the people who he was responsible for killing and talking to them. Again, not apologizing, but explaining why it had to happen that way. He said that the vast majority of the time, the families understand, and some even express that if they had been under oppression as he had been, they would have done the same.

Interestingly, he refused to participate in the Truth and Reconcilation Commission, which gave both Freedom Fighters and members of the apartheid regime a chance to confess their transgressions and be given amnesty (official 'forgiveness'). While the Commission has been widely praised world-wide and replicated in many different countries, he said that in fact it was not a true representation of the 'truth' as it gave amnesty to almost all apartheid officials, but not to all Freedom Fighters. (a far simplification) Here is an excerpt from a news article outlining some of his points:

POLITICAL VIOLENCE: A SURVIVOR'S STORY
Mr Letlapa Mphahlele, PAC President


Extract from MAIL & GUARDIAN ARTICLE 'WE MUST BE AGENTS OF HEALING' by
Monako Dibetle, published 02 October 2006

DID YOU ORDER THE CAPE TOWN ATTACKS BECAUSE YOU HATED WHITE PEOPLE?
It was a result of a prevailing political situation. People must remember
that the attacks happened at the time of the Boipatong train and taxi
massacres of the African people.

YOU REFUSED TO SEEK AMNESTY AT THE TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION COMMISSION. WHY?
I had a problem with the whole set-up, because it equated the violence of
the aggressor with the violence of the oppressed. Another major flaw of the
TRC was that 80% of amnesty applicants were Africans and only 20% were
white. The figures reflect that Africans were responsible for their own
oppression, which is a fallacy. Also, you applied individually and were
granted amnesty individually -- overlooking the collective nature of the
revolution.

DOESN'T THAT DECISION CONTRADICT YOUR CURRENT INVOLVEMENT IN THE LYNDIE
FOURIE FOUNDATION AND THE FORGIVENESS PROJECT?
No, because you can't legislate for or against forgiveness; it's an
individual choice. My involvement with the people who were hurt because of
my orders has no cut-off date -- it is an unfolding process. I think it is
the right thing to do because after hurting each other we must become agents
of healing, spiritually and practically.

PAC FOUNDER ROBERT SOBUKWE'S DESCRIPTION OF AN AFRICAN WAS ANYONE WHO
BELIEVES IN THE PRINCIPLE OF AFRICAN LEADERSHIP. WHAT IS YOUR DEFINITION OF
AN AFRICAN?
African is more than geographical. It is identification with Africa, her
aspirations and her dreams, and the willingness to be part and parcel of a
broad struggle to liberate her from domestic and foreign domination. Which
means skin colour does not exist.

Outrage over video


This week, university campuses all over South Africa are posing protests in response to the release of a racist video made by university students in the Free State (one of the northern provinces of South Africa). The video, in which several white male students made black domestic worker women perform a series of tasks (as in Fear Factor) such as playing rugby, and eating some sort of food in which it had been made to appear as if the students had urinated.

The university where the video is made is just recently integrating its dorms (in other words, they are still segregated) and the video was made addressing the integration. At the end of the video, it said something to the effect of - this is what we think of integration.

This hit the international media and is an ugly example of the racism that is still deeply ingrained, even in the younger generations here. Marches are planned at all of the major universities to show that this is not something that will be tolerated.

This week is also human rights week at Rhodes - and outrage over the video is being used to discuss issues regarding all types of human rights violations.

http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/africa/02/27/saf.racist.video/index.html

Barefoot... in the library?


There is an abnormally high number of people here who do not wear shoes. I am not talking people who cannot afford shoes, but instead people who choose not to wear shoes. These barefooters are almost exclusively white and well-dressed. I would say I see at least 2 people a day who are walking around barefoot - to class, to the grocery store, to the movie house, you name it.

This is going to require further examination.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Update Email #3

Hello hello hello!!!

First arriving in Grahamstown was an emotional let-down after the dynamicism of living in Cape Town. In Cape Town I was under a constant barrage of social justice issues. Grahamstown was painfully silent upon first arrival. Or rather - maybe deafening would be a better word. It was "O-week" - Freshman orientation, and the campus was under attack by a giant herd of drunken 18 year olds playing very loud 2 year old bad American hip-hop. So I spent the better part of my 1st week here avoiding every orientation activity that I could (I know, not very ambassadorial-like of me) and searching for the passion I had felt from South Africans in Cape Town (and I don't mean the passion of a 19 year old boy who just got out of all-boys boarding school, because we certainly had enough of that to go around). It has taken a while - but I now realize that Grahamstonians live in a constant battle with social justice... that becomes increasingly apparent the longer I am here.

I live in a house, a great house actually. I live with 5 other South African post-grad (aka graduate) students. We are quite the diverse group - 2 Afrikaners, a Coloured** girl, a black Xhosa-speaking girl, and English girl, and myself. We have our own little Rainbow house...

**During Apartheid, all people were demarcated by race. I think there were something like 7 categories, but the main ones were White (Afrikaner or English), Native (black Africans - all of the different tribes were lumped into one category), Indian, and Coloured. Coloured was taken to mean anyone of mixed descent or of Asian descent. Today, the terms are still in use, though instead of using "Native", people in general refer to black Africans as African (which gets confusing and is disputed by some people). People still refer to people of mixed racial background as Coloured. It does not have the negative connotation here that it does in the states.

Anyway, the 6 of us live in a house on the top of THE HILL. The hill and I have an extreme love-hate relationship. It definitely is helping my leg muscles, and for that I am grateful. For every other reason, I hate it with a passion that burns deep and wide. Especially at night. Especially when it is raining. And especially, especially especially when it is hot. Today it is hot, which is why I am in the computer lab, because there is a fan in the computer lab (I don't have one in my room). AND it does not require walking up a hill.

We don't have a kitchen in our house - correction: we do have a kitchen in our house, it just doesn't have kitchen things like an oven. Or a stove. We do have a microwave, but we are told we can't cook in it unless it is popcorn.... which is a rule I definitely break. Shhh. We also have rules like we have to sign boys in and out, no guests after midnight, no candles, have to check out if we are leaving overnight, etc. etc. Their end of the deal is that they will provide electricity, water, and internet. So far, I have water and electricity. Until they get the internet going, I am going my soup in the microwave. :)

Our dining hall puts on events frequently where we have to get super dressed up (as in formal ball gowns - did I BRING a ball gown? No. Someone failed to tell me that when I moved to Africa I was going to need a ball gown) and we drink white wine and talk about intellectual things. Our dining hall has high ceilings, colonial architecture - it is kind of surreal - sometimes I feel like I am in a strange Harry Potter movie.

But then I walk into town past dozens and dozens of beggers who walk in from the townships that surround the city, and I remember that I am in Africa.

Grahamstown is a funny little place. It is this quaint little town nestled between hills with an amazingly reputed university with beautiful buildings and an Arts festival every summer that is known throughout the world. HOWEVER, as I mention below, it is in the poorest province in South Africa. The lovely hills that surround the city are covered with informal settlements - townships, or as they call it here - the Location. From the manicured lawns of the university, you can look up and see the horizon saturated with poverty.

I have a really hard time just not thinking about that. Perhaps I will become more inoculated as the months go on, but so far, I can't do it. Fortunately, the community here is mobilizing around the issues, and I am able to join the the wave. Here are some of the projects I am involving myself in:
  • SHARC - a student group dedicated to issues surrounding HIV/AIDS - and connected to the nation-wide TAC (treatment action campaign)
  • Rotaract - in conjunction with the Rotary clubs, working on all sorts of community issues
  • Amasango - a school specifically for street children
  • the Raphael Centre - a treatment center for people who are HIV+, specifically women and children
  • Rotary - my Rotary club involves itself in the community in a variety of ways. Right now I am going to work with them on a literacy project aimed at township schools.
Speaking of Rotary, I am treated like a queen here. The Rotarians have been BEYOND amazing to me. I rarely have 2 nights go by without an invitation for dinner at a Rotarian's home. A couple of nights ago Geoff Antrobus, the Rotarian who is in charge of the incoming scholars to Grahamstown, took all of us on a game drive to the game reserves right around Grahamstown. We saw zebra, wildebeast, wart hogs (pumba!), all sorts of bok (deer/elk type animals), a giraffe!! and maybe... an elephant (it was really far away). Pictures will follow shortly. I am also going camping with the Rotary club in a few weeks to Addo elephant park.

We had our Rotary orientation last weekend in Cape Town - which was INCREDIBLE. I will update more about it on my blog, but suffice it to say, it was the most thoughtfully planned, incredible weekend I could have ever hoped for. The Rotarians here truly are some of the most gracious and welcoming people I have ever met. I feel so fortunate to have a Rotary district at home that supports me as much as they do AND a Rotary club here that supports me as much as they do - I am truly sandwiched in the best way possible!!

And not to be forgotten, I'm in school! I am taking 3 courses (which is a lot for here, most Masters students only take 1 or 2 - which I still do not understand --- maybe I will at exam time)
  • Post-colonial Identities - An anthropology class, which is AMAZING - the first half has been focused on construction of identity since colonialism, and the second half of the class is how that plays out in Africa - namely in incidences of genocide, war, and conflict. Next week we start the Rwandan genocide.
  • IR Theory - a true Political theory class, but it is so interesting to look at it from an African context. The theories play out very differently if you are talking from the perspective of one of the "periphery" states.
  • Cold War Studies - Again, interesting mainly because we focus on the non-US/USSR relations, but on how the Cold War played itself out in the developing world. This class is exciting because at the end of the semester we are presenting our research at a seminar, with the option of publishing.
In addition to those three lovely classes, I am starting my Master's thesis, on the Politicization of HIV/AIDS in South Africa. I'll update more about that as it gets going better, but it is such a relevant topic here, as I live in the poorest and most-AIDS infected province in the most AIDS-infected country in the ENTIRE WORLD.

Needless to say - I am very busy.

Preview for next update: ---- Road trip.... TO NAMIBIA! :)

Much love.
Haley

PS - I LOVE hearing from you, it makes me feel so much more grounded and makes living abroad seem easy. Please keep the emails coming and update me on your life!!

Internet Frustration

So remember how I was going to get internet in my house "just now"?
Just now just got extended 4-8 more weeks. WEEKS. (Just so you know it was supposed to get put in 4 days after I moved in)

So I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I may just not have internet super-accessible this year.

As of now, my internet access is in the computer lab, which is only about a 10 minute walk from my house. Not bad. Not ideal, but not terrible either.

Anyway, sorry for the delay on postings and update emails. Usually when I am in the lab I am (gasp) doing school work. But now that I am accepting the fact that this may be as good as it gets, I'll be much more deliberate with postings.

I LOVE hearing from people, even if its just one or two lines, it means so much to know that people are keeping up with me back home. So forgive my tardiness in communication, and please keep the emails and comments coming. :)

Much love!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

I pledge allegiance...

South Africa is in a national debate over whether or not to instate a Pledge of Allegiance in schools.

I admittedly have only thought a total of about 5 minutes about the United States pledge of allegiance - something I said every single morning for all of the formative years of my life, and then again for two years as a teacher. The debate here of the past weeks has made me go back and reconsider those words and what saying them every day as a child truly signifies.

In short, some South Africans feel that the pledge would foster a feeling of guilt among white South African students for the actions of the past regime. Others feel that the pledge would be a unifying symbol of what it means to be a South African in the "new" South Africa. Still others, including my roommates, feel that it is an unnecessary indoctrination of young children, before they have the chance to decide for themselves where exactly their allegiance lies.

Here is the pledge as it would stand:

"We the youth of South Africa, recognising the injustices of our past, honour those who suffered and sacrificed for justice and freedom.
We will respect and protect the dignity of each person, and stand up for justice. We sincerely declare that we shall uphold the rights and values of our Constitution and promise to act in accordance with the duties and responsibilities that flow from these rights."

Read more about this here.

On the other hand, the national anthem of South Africa is absolutely the most beautiful national anthem I have ever heard, and it brings me to tears every time I hear it sung. It is written in 4 different languages, representing all of the major language groups of the country. Click here to listen to the national anthem.

South Africa's national anthem

Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika
Maluphakanyisw' uphondo lwayo,
Yizwa imithandazo yethu,
Nkosi sikelela, thina lusapho lwayo.

Morena boloka setjhaba sa heso,
O fedise dintwa la matshwenyeho,
O se boloke, O se boloke setjhaba sa heso,
Setjhaba sa South Afrika - South Afrika.

Uit die blou van onse hemel,
Uit die diepte van ons see,
Oor ons ewige gebergtes,
Waar die kranse antwoord gee,

Sounds the call to come together,
And united we shall stand,
Let us live and strive for freedom,
In South Africa our land.

Translation
The isiXhosa and isiZulu of the first stanza, the Sesotho of the second stanza and the Afrikaans of the third stanza translate into English as follows:

    Lord, bless Africa
    May her spirit rise high up
    Hear thou our prayers
    Lord bless us.

    Lord, bless Africa
    Banish wars and strife
    Lord, bless our nation
    Of South Africa.

    Ringing out from our blue heavens
    From our deep seas breaking round
    Over everlasting mountains
    Where the echoing crags resound ...


Thursday, February 14, 2008

on Fear and Crime

A common question I was asked before I came to South Africa is "are you afraid?" The most common comment given to me was "be careful, it is very dangerous." This didn't stop when I arrived in the country. I spent the better half of my conversations with people telling me where not to go, what not to do, etc. etc. along with graphic descriptions of rape, murder, car jacking, house robbery, and so on. I am not a naturally afraid person (ask my mom), so though I heeded warnings, I did not let it deter me from choosing South Africa in the first place, nor adventuring out of my house once I arrived. However, the barrage of worry has taken a bit of its toll on me. I have been noticing myself a bit jumpy wherever we go, naturally clamping my arms like a death grip over my purse if ANYONE walks up behind me, and the final straw was a couple of weeks ago, as a very pleasant looking man walked past me in broad daylight on a well-populated sidewalk in the safe section of town, I had a literal vision of him suddenly clamping his hands over my throat and strangling me. That is when I decided enough was enough.

Now don't get me wrong, I am all about taking precautions. I look at it like this: it is stupid to get in your car and not put on your seatbelt, but it is more stupid to be so afraid of getting in a car wreck that you never get in the car in the first place, or that you get in the car but you are so jumpy that you slam on your breaks constantly or become so scared that you become a more dangerous driver than you would have been initially.

An interesting example of this was the family that Jeannie and I rented a flat from in Cape Town. They lived in one of the most beautiful places in the city - perched on Table Mountain, overlooking the city bowl and ocean. Their neighborhood was filled with beautifully architectured modern multi-level homes with the mountain as their backyard and the ocean as their front yard. Just beautiful. But the security precaution was unnerving for me. High electric fences, guard dog, signs on the front of their house warning of tear gas, security alarm system on all windows and doors, spotlight out the back door, and, to top things off, they had an alarmed gate that fit over the top of their stairs that they closed and locked each night when they went to bed so that if someone made it in to the house, they would not be able to have access to the upstairs bedrooms. I was a bit shocked when I saw all of this. But it was definitely not unique. Every home in the neighborhood took the same precautionary measures.

This country is essentially at war with itself - which is the title of a book I am reading about the current crisis of crime. In a way, fear is building upon itself and perpetuating what is going on - security fences get higher, more electrified, guard dogs get meaner, alarm systems louder, and potential robbers are coming in more laden down with arms to fight through all of these precautionary measures. I am not going to pretend like I see the real cause or solution to this issue, but I am trying to learn. What I do know is that in the last 3 months, there has been a 450% increase in the number of people immigrating out of the country. As I become more and more settled here, that fact weighs heavily on my heart.

For all of those who love me - know that I take careful precautions - I don't walk alone hardly ever, never at night.. I don't flaunt money or jewelry, I try not to draw attention to the fact I am not a local, etc. etc. And, for all that it matters, I am on the safest campus in South Africa. I wear my seatbelt, if you will. I am working at not feeling jittery about the crime statistics, because that does not help anything. And I refuse to not connect with people because of what part of town they live in. As I understand the situation more thoroughly, I will be sure to update. For now, I refuse to be afraid.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Dedicated to L. Pears :)

Eish! Celine Dion keeps promise to Mandela
Johannesburg, South Africa
12 February 2008 06:26
After a five year contract that kept her in Las Vegas, pop diva Celine Dion is keeping a promise she made to former South African president Nelson Mandela by kicking off her world tour in South Africa, she said at a press conference in Johannesburg on Tuesday.

"Eish! Why not start in South Africa?" she said. "It was not possible and it was kind of at the end of the world.

"But two years ago Mr Mandela called to invite us and we were committed to be in Las Vegas for five years. René [Angélil, her husband] and I promised each other and Mr Mandela that we would start [the next tour] in South Africa.

"I am more than thrilled to be here. Jozi people are lekker," said Dion.

Dion is the biggest selling female artist in South Africa and her 12-month tour is named after her latest album, Taking Chances.

The Grammy-award winning Canadian said that Las Vegas was something that slowed down her career, giving her stability and time to focus on her family.

"But this [new] album means I am coming back. It's something that I am most proud of. We took a chance and we recorded something that was a little bit different from before.

"It was almost like going back to my childhood and my influence from my brothers and sisters -- it’s more grounded and a little bit edgier, but it is still the same Celine."

Dion recorded her first single written by her mother when she was 12. They sent the demo tape to Angélil, a producer who would later become her husband and would mortgage his house to help pay for her first album.

Celine and her siblings sent the tape in and did not receive a reply.

"My brother called him and said, 'Mr Angélil, you did not listen to the tape and we know that you did not listen to it because otherwise you would have called us'."

Dion was welcomed to the press conference by the Soweto Gospel Choir, who on Sunday night won their second Grammy award.

Dion said "Eish ...", and then smiled and expressed her admiration for choir's performance.

The choir will be a supporting act for her first performance on Valentine's Day along with pop icon Danny K and Idols winner Jody Williams.

Dion will kick off the 35-country Taking Chances tour at the Coca-Cola Dome in Johannesburg on Valentine's Day.

She will stay in South Africa for three weeks, perform in Pretoria, Durban, Port Elizabeth and Cape Town, and give an additional show in Johannesburg on March 1 before flying to Europe.

The singer has taken members of her family with her on the tour. They are her 80-year-old mother, her seven-year-old-son, and her husband and manager.

"There is no other way for me right now. I would not consider to do anything without my family. It will be very powerful to discover the world through my son's eyes." - Sapa

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Update Email #2

Hello at long last!
I am now a week in to being settled in to my new home for the year: Grahamstown, South Africa.
I am still reeling a bit after a heartbreaking departure from Cape Town. The city kind of took me by surprise, and captured my heart in all sorts of ways. For the first week and a half or so I played hard-core tourist, reveling in penguins, baboons, etc. etc. Then I started to really listen to people. This nation is phenomenal.

The story of this country is just unbelievable - there is the story of their struggle to overcome an oppressive and unfair regime, but even more phenomenal, there is the story of their reconciliation and forgiveness. Apartheid was in place in this nation for over 50 years - that's fifty years of complete segregation, forced removals of millions of people from urban areas, inhumane social policies, and on and on... and then in 1994, when the tides were turned, and the majority had their voice again, instead of revolution and violence, there was forgiveness. I don't understand it even a little bit, but I know that there is something very very amazing to learn in this country.

My 2nd weekend in Cape Town, Wezi, (my Xhosa teacher) took Jeannie, Victor and me to Khayletshia, the largest township in Cape Town (a township is an area where the black population was forced to live during apartheid - incredibly run down, the areas we are "not supposed to go") The occasion was an umgidi - a coming of age ceremony for a Xhosa boy. The cultural experience was amazing in itself (for pictures and such see www.whereishaley.blogspot.com) but even more amazing was how we were treated. Jeannie and I were the ONLY white people we saw all day long. Cape Town is still essentially segregated, and the township is definitely, definitely segregated. People stopped dead in their tracks as we drove towards the party, heads turning, etc. etc. I was admittedly nervous (they like to pump you full of stories about Amy Biel, an American woman who was murdered there in 1993) But it was a calculated risk, and one that I wasn't willing not to take. I was tired of the stories. I mean, let's put this in perspective - that was 15 years ago, JUST after apartheid ended. The fear factor here is ridiculous about that one story - but I digress.

So I was a nervous. For about 5 seconds. The second we stepped out of the car, women surrounded us, clapping, cheering and yelling, pulled us inside, pushed a few other women off of chairs so that we could sit, and stuck some food on our laps. Soon they were singing and dancing at the top of their lungs, and I was right in there with them, dancing like a fool and pretending like I was singing. It was lovely.

After I had eaten my fill, I started trying to talk to people a bit. After a while an older lady dressed in dark blue (traditional color) and with an apron tied around her waist (signaling that she is married) plopped herself at my feet. People here aren't too shy about sitting on your feet, or your lap, really. She ate and drank and danced and sang and kept coming back to where we were sitting to rest and such. After a while of this, she looked right up at Jeannie and I, and in Xhosa (Wezi translated for us) she said something to this effect. "Things were really, really hard during apartheid, but that was the past. Now we all have to be together. My heart is in your chest and your heart is in my chest, and we understand each other. The past is behind us and now we have love."

I was floored. There was no way that this woman didn't know that Jeannie and I were not South African - the same people who had oppressed her people for decades. Jeannie, Wezi and I were of course all tearing up, as was the woman. We held hands for a bit and then she went on with her drinking and dancing and eating. Less than an hour later, an old man snuck into the women's room (where we were), walked right up to us and said something to the effect of: "In the past things were really hard, but now we are together. The past is gone and so now we have to go forward together and forgive one another." Then he was yanked out of the room. Wezi turned to us and said - "this is very special, see, this is our country."

That changed my experience in South Africa, honestly. It seemed like I didn't go a day after that in Cape Town without someone sitting next to me and talking to me about apartheid, the struggle for freedom, and forgiveness.

The last week of Xhosa lessons Jeannie and I essentially stopped learning Xhosa. Instead, we spent the hours talking with Wezi about her life in a township, her experiences pre and post-apartheid, her hopes and dreams for the future. She truly became a dear, dear friend. During the course of our studies, she shared with us a project that she is working on. Children in the townships in general enter school completely unprepared - not school-ready. The literacy and numeracy rates are shocking. They are set up - for failure. Wezi has been a primary school teacher for over ten years (which makes a GREAT language teacher by the way - I highly recommend learning a new language from someone who is used to dealing with 5 year olds) so she has seen this problem play out first hand. And she's tired of it. Her goal now is to create a program designed to ready kids for school, so that by the time that they enter grade 1, they are set up for success rather than failure. You would think that kindergarden would be the answer to this, but kindergarden in South Africa is not sanctioned by the state as part of the school system, and therefore has little or no funding at all. Wezi took Jeannie and I to look at a couple of schools in one of the townships so that we could see first hand the problem with the kindergardens - it is shocking. No desks, no carpet, no real classroom (more like closets or halls), no school supplies, 50-60 kids in a classroom, etc. Sometimes the kindergarden teachers don't even get paid. Anyway, her project proposal is amazing. Jeannie and I spent a lot of time with her talking over the logistics and encouraging her to write up a formal proposal. Hopefully within this year we will see her implement her project and that many more kids will be school ready. It is our first potential "Rotary" project.

It broke my heart to leave it behind in Cape Town, and to leave the experience there, in general. But leave it I did--- on February 4th I headed to my new home in Grahamstown.

This is getting ridiculously lengthly, so I'll save Grahamstown news for later, but just for update sake:
  • I am settled in to a house - I live with 5 South African post-graduate students who are really, really wonderful, I'll update more about them soon.
  • I am enrolled in classes and just started today, actually.
  • I met with the Center on AIDS development and I am formulating my thesis proposal, which I am very excited about
  • I walked over to a school that is run for street children here in Grahamstown this afternoon. I am planning on volunteering there 1 day a week and hopefully teaching a class.
  • My Rotary community here is wonderful - they are very, very active in the community and welcomed me with open arms. I look forward to working with them this year.
  • The other Rotary scholars in my town are fabulous! They have helped make the transition here so smooth. It is nice to go through this with someone else. They are also AMAZING people with amazing stories and passions.

This country is the most inspirational place I've ever been. I have never met people like this before - the nation is still undergoing the transition that will make or break its future. I am so incredibly blessed to be here.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Now

There are highly subtle differences in South African English and American English, which can cause incredible confusion. Take for example, "now."

In the United States of America, when we say "now" we mean something along the lines of this very moment. In South Africa, now means something to the effect of "in a little bit." You would think this would not be that hard to figure out - but somehow it is a daily struggle for me. For instance, I went in to the Student Fee office to pay my tuition today (the amazing cheapness of tuition will be covered later). I walked up to the desk, smiled my best smile, said how are you, its a beautiful day, etc. (pleasantries are HIGHLY important here), and then told the secretary I was there to pay my fees. She pointed to the door and said that the woman would see me... now. So I trotted over to the door, smiled my best smile, and waited. Occasionally she would look up and say something like I'll be with you.... now now.

Which brings me to the next level of waiting. The now now. Now now means something to the effect of "later than now" and if we remember, now means in a little bit. If you get a now now that means you'll be waiting maybe a few minutes.

So I was ok with that, I had time. Then.... she stepped away from the desk and threw at me the "manana" of South Africa. "Just now." She said she'd be back.. just now. While in America, just now means it happened a few moments ago, in South Africa, just now means AFTER now now... or maybe not.... maybe tomorrow. Or next week. Or maybe not at all. Luckily for me, today just now meant in about 10 minutes, not too bad.

Unfortunately however, I called my house warden this morning. I still don't have internet in my house, and they said it was supposed to be in by the end of this week. I asked if that was still on schedule, and they told me, its coming just now. So if I don't reply to emails, I'm waiting on just now. :)

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Safe and Sound

I've made it to Grahamstown... safe and sound.
I don't have internet in my room until next week, so the posts may be scant for a bit. I have so much to share from the last two weeks - they have been fabulous.

Leaving Cape Town was bittersweet. I was so excited to get to Grahamstown and see my new home, but very, very sad to leave behind such a wonderful experience with such wonderful people in Cape Town.

Grahamstown is lovely - its very small and nestled between wooded hills.... and there are elephants. And rhinos. Watch out.

I am living in a house with 5 other "post-graduate" (aka graduate) women - they have certainly taken me under their wing and love my accent. AND, when I accidentally break a rule (there are a lot), they just think its because I'm American and let me off the hook. I hope that card holds out.

Anyway, more later. Happy Super Tuesday. (I am currently the resident US coorespondent to all of my hall at Rhodes so I have to stay abreast of these things as everyone expects me to know exactly what's going on and what it means for the future of global relations -- its a lot of pressure.