A journal of Zack's experience at JL Zwane Church and Centre in Guguletu, South Africa, summer 2007.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Another side of Cape Town

I regret my blog silence of late. Our internet at work is not working properly due to recent heavy rains, and Telcom keeps "fixing" the problem only for it to start up again next time it rains.


One of the most jarring things about being here is the contrast between the townships and Cape Town proper. In fifteen minutes you can drive from the Third World to the First World, and not just in terms of living conditions. There are two parallel economies here, and they overlap relatively infrequently. This is true, I've been told, of every "Third World" country, as the rich elite always have living standards on par with Western standards, and you can find plenty of people in the US (places in the Bronx, Anacostia (DC), Appalacia) where people live in Third World conditions. So to some extent it is an artificial distinction. But you rarely see the two side-by-side in the States.









What is unique about South Africa is that Apartheid drew these boundaries on racial lines, with blacks forcibly moved away from the developed city centers and into townships and "Bantustans", so-called homelands where the Apartheid government moved undesirables and black South Africans in general. These were given nominal independence, not out of any democratic motivation, but as a means of washing the government's hands of any responsibility for the well being of people confined to overcrowded and agriculturally unproductive land. To this day almost all of the farmland in the country is owned by whites. Despite high unemployment and squalid living conditions, people pour into the Cape Flats townships from the Eastern Cape (still often referred to by the Bantustan name Transkei) to find work, because things are actually worse in the former "homelands". During Apartheid (which officially started in the late 1940s, although the practices had a long history) even diverse areas in the major cities were removed of non-whites, in government policy designed to minimize contact between races. One of the greatest problems today is that many South Africans have no contact with people outside their racial group. 56%, I'm told, have no such substantive contact. I'll return to this below.




In theory, black South Africans should have more opportunities now that Apartheid is ended and the government is run by the majority. But economic injustice has not gone away with the political injustice, and many people in the townships say living conditions have gotten worse since 1994. People are getting impatient for the government to make some progress. To be fair, it is a daunting task ahead. Apartheid explicitly excluded blacks from getting the sort of education that would make them employable outside of menial jobs, and intentionally kept black teachers poorly trained so that students would not have the opportunity to rise up. Many of the teachers today are still products of Apartheid education.















If you have been following the news the past five weeks or so, there is a massive strike of public servants (including teachers and nurses), and the government is handling things poorly, threating to lay off striking workers and going in for other hardnosed tactics. The strikers are not backing down from the 10% cost of living and salary increase they want. I am not well enough informed to comment on which side is right (or at least closer to right), and I have heard people take both sides in discussions at work. Overall, this strike is a symptom of an educational system that is a shambles and has a terribly long way to go before it will give people a chance to gain skills they need to break into the First World economy.




Sound familiar? One thing that is particularly striking to me is how much clearer debates over poverty in the States become after being here. African Americans face many of the same problems as black South Africans, and there is huge debate in the US over the causes of disproportionally high unemployment, poverty, imprisonment, etc. among blacks and other minorities. However, in a country where the "minority" is 79% of the population the reality of the intentional and systematic racializing of poverty is undeniable. Just as it is ridiculous to think that the legacy of Apartheid in disempowering the human capital of one group could be erased in thirteen years, isn't it naive to think that a legacy of slavery, segregation, Jim Crow, lynching, etc, etc, in our own country can be corrected by Civil Rights legislation alone? Everyone over fifteen or so has some memory of Apartheid, and everyone my parents' age remembers the Civil Rights movement. It hasn't been such a long time. I will post more about this as I reflect on it. I still have eight weeks left in South Africa, and lots more time to form impressions and learn the about the different facts and issues.




Back to where I started my post, one of the greatest challenges to reconciliation is that the economy and infrastructure of the country have been quite intentionally designed, and forcibly transformed, to keep people from different racial groups apart. As is true in the States, ignorance is one of the greatest sources and supports of racism.





There is a bar I frequent in Sea Point, a posh neighborhood on the Atlantic Coast which makes a mean mojito (pictures here of the sunset and buildings are all from Sea Point -- contrast with pictures from some of the informal settlements). I have twice sat next to an older Afrikaans man who is very curious about my experiences and impressions in South Africa. He is quite stunned that I would set foot in the townships, where white South Africans are generally afraid to go. Things the man said made it clear to me that he is none-too-pleased with how the country has changed since 1994. Rather than getting into an argument, I just tried to understand how he thinks and to speak very positively of the kind, generous, and good-hearted people I have met in Guguletu. There is no excuse for racism, no human reason or justificationfor it. But it was obvious that this man's worldview, which was no doubt instilled from a very young age, is greatly reinforced by his lack of any substantive contacts or relationships (perhaps ever) with black South Africans.




Rev. Xapile has often said that one of the most important tasks facing the country today is creating environments and opportunities for different races to interact with one another. As long as they remain separate, they will remain ignorant, and forgetful of the other's humanity. As he often says, we know ourselves with and through "the other", our full humanity and cultural uniqueness. This notion is similar to the concept of ubuntu (which really has no good English translation), which empasizes the reality that "I am because you are", we are individuals, but we are connected to one another and cannot live on our own. The greatest human dignity of the individual is found in recognizing her connectedness to others, not just in creating a sphere of individual rights that demarcate her autonomy from everyone around. It has been said that African culture is different from Western culture in that the African model of the human community is a net, with each individual strand held and holding together every other connected strand; versus a bunch of atoms floating disconnectedly and capable of being scrambled up and rearranged without impacting the others or the composition of the whole. Like I said, these ideas are just forming, and what I write down in this internet cafe is off the top of my head. This is what I'm thinking now, and I will appreciate any comments or feedback.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Mzoli's


There is a very popular braai (barbecue) place in Guguletu called Mzoli's, which I visited twice last weekend. I went on Friday with Xolani May and Sara the American college intern after going on his township tour; and again after church Sunday with some members of Siyaya. Mzoli is a member of the church, although I haven't met him.








The set up is basically a butchery in front and woodfire braais in the back, where they cook up the meat you pick out. South Africa is a meat-loving culture, and that has been a switch for me since I was (sort of) a vegetarian before coming here. Well, not any more. Mzoli's cooks up some really good meat, and you can bring your own beer or wine from one of the neighboring shops. The place was packed on Sunday (the picture here was taken on Friday afternoon), with live music and comedy and people from all over the place. The crowd was surprisingly mixed on Sunday. White people mostly stay away from the townships, as the different ethnic groups in South Africa unfortunately mix quite infrequently. Mzoli's is one of the few places in Guguletu where you would not be surprised to see a white person, and students from the University of Stellenbosch (one-time bastion of Apartheid, and still Afrikaans-speaking only) come down all the time during term. Although there is a hell of a long way to go with reconciliation in this country, I am often impressed with people I meet who have crossed those racial barriers to be exposed to the cultures of their neighbors. One white comedian who performed on Sunday spoke Xhosa like a Xhosa, and also cracked jokes in English and Afrikaans during his act. Pretty demanding routine, but you would be surprised how many languages people often speak here (a nation with eleven official languages!) -- most whites speak at least two, and black South Africans in many townships will often speak six or more!


As I mentioned in a previous post, Siyaya is a group of young people who write and perform musical theater to educate youth about HIV/AIDS. They have been to the States a couple of times and are set to come to the New York area next spring. I'll be there, along with any Princeton friends who want to go with. The guys I ate with on Sunday who are pictured are (left to right: Sbongile (not a Siyaya member), Mkhululi (drummer), and Zwai (bass). They are fun guys, real jokers. They tell me the whole Siyaya group will go back to Mzoli's next Sunday, and invited me to go.
I wish I could plan on being sparing with my meat consumption until then, but that isn't going to be an option. I have meals prepared for me at the Lutheran Youth Centre where I live, and starch and meat are pretty much all that's on offer at every meal, with an occasional tomato slice or can of peas. Fortunately, fruit and veg are cheap if you buy from the stands in Guguletu, and the grocery stores have delicious 100% juices on sale for a pittance. I am really hooked on fresh guava juice, although I might not want to pay for it in the States. I eat lunch at JL Zwane every day, where "Mama" Katoni and Mnqo prepare a balanced and tasty meal for the staff every day, in addition to feeding 50-100 people from various other groups that meat at the church. So don't worry, Mom. I am eating just fine.

Nature, Africa style

















The area around Cape Town is staggeringly beautiful. My South Africa guide books claims that the city has the most beautiful location of any in the world, and I really have no cause to dispute that statement from my own experience. Now I am a geography and history nerd, so be prepared for factoids to follow. I had the day off on Saturday, so I took a drive down the coast to Cape Point, the end of the famous Cape of Good Hope. Because a cold water current from the Atlantic and a warm water current from the Indian Ocean come together here (the two oceans actually meet at Cape Agulhas, Africa's southernmost point, which is about forty miles away) there are some rough seas and weather right here, which is why about 900 ships have been wrecked here since Vasco De Gama and Bartholomeu Diaz passed this way around the time that Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Both Portuguese explorers put up monuments, which I could see from the road, to commemorate their acheivement (don't know who was first) of opening up a sea-route to the Indies.






The road down was beautiful and blustery (as you can tell by my hair in the picture), and I was very excited to see some African wildlife. I may be working in a township and interacting with people who live here and their daily challenges, but at the end of the day I have to admit that I'm still a tourist. Having done that, I want to see some elephants and lions! That didn't happen this time, but I did come upon a troupe of baboons crossing the road. I got out to take pictures, and didn't realize what a bad idea that was until a local stopped and very politely told me it would be wise for me to go back to my car. I appreciated that -- after all, he could have said "Oi! You bloody wanker, do want to get your hand bit off?!!" I also passed an ostrich farm (the meat is nice, I highly recommend it) and saw a lone zebra out in the fynbos, the naturally occuring shrub-like flora. By the way, did'ya know that the Cape Floral Kingdom is the most diverse on the planet, with more species per square km than the Amazon Rainforest? I also passed a herd of some species of antelope or other and a beach frequented by penguins (like the one hopping rock to rock in the picture) . I lost my cell phone somewhere along the way, but it was still a very worthwhile outing, and a much needed break! This job can be exhausting, and I hadn't really had a day off yet.






Cape Point is very possibly the most beautiful place I have ever been. Sorry to throw superlatives around; I don't do it lightly. It is green like Ireland everywhere, and you are on these 200 meter rocky crags looking straight down into the ocean, where two currents are slamming together right in front of you. If you ever find yourself in Cape Town, this would be the activity I most recommend, aside from doing a tour of the townships.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Youth day


Saturday was a full and busy day. After the double-funeral I posted about last time, I attended a youth event in the afternoon. There were lots of kids there to spend the day with umfundisi, which they do once a year. We got some braai (barbecue) and the kids danced, played games and had fun. Some older youth spoke extemporaneously at umfundisi's request, and (as Nonkgutalo, the reverend's daughter, translated for me later) shared some very rough things they had had to deal with growing up, problems that are endemic in the harsh life of the townships.


One beautiful young woman who spoke was the runner up in the South African "Pop Idol" show, and is pursuing a singing career in Johannesburg. Another young man who dances ballet and is studying to do it professionally also spoke (both are pictured), as did a burgeoning hip hop artist who performed for the kids. All of them were probably not more than nineteen. Stories like the ones these young people shared are so important for the children to hear. To know that they are not the only ones facing challenges of abuse, poverty, HIV, being orphaned, hunger, and crime can bring a kid out of isolation and fear of disclosure to come into a supportive community who will give them a safe place to talk about their struggles, and to get some help. Even more importantly, as my co-worker Cicisa has often said, these young men and women were motivational speakers for the kids whether they set out to be so or not. They showed the children that kids from Guguletu who face all the same challenges can dream of life beyond the townships, and are not predetermined to remain stuck here.


It is a hard road for children to get out of the townships, and they usually need the help of others with resources (like this church, charitable groups, concerned citizens) to pursue their dreams. People do miraculously go from living in the township to getting an education, a fulfilling career, a good place to live, and the income to provide for a family. I have met them. But they are exceptional, like the kids from advantaged neighbourhoods and schools in the States who get into Ivy League schools. Just the idea of having a dream for themselves is a message many of the children will not get at home. The kids need to know and believe that they are "somebody", that they have gifts and talents, that they have something to contribute to their communities and the wider society, that they have something unique to bring to the world. It is really not so different from the challenges so many kids face in the US.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Saturdays in Guguletu

Last Saturday I went to a joint funeral at the church for a 75 year-old man (whose family I had visited earlier with Mahoi) and a 34 year-old woman from the support group who had died from complications of AIDS. I had never been to a joint funeral before, and the church was absolutely packed with more people than were at my brother's wedding. That comparison illustrates well the differences between American funerals and those in the townships. As Loomi (umfundisi's son) said, "Africans treat funerals the way Americans treat weddings. They are a huge event." The service lasted about an hour and a half, and like other church services involved more singing and dancing than you would find in European/American services. As umfundisi said, Africans allow music to minister to them in a way Europeans and Americans might not understand. It is a very important part of the culture, visible in any church service, visit to a sick person, protest march, informal gathering, etc. Otherwise, it wasn't much different from a funeral back home. Zethu (umfundisi's wife) told me after the service that the attendance was actually quite small. If it were not winter the crowds would have overflowed the church, spilling out the doors into the yard. Still, it took ten minutes to get out with all of the cars and hired buses filling the street. Most people can't afford a car, but there are bus companies that can be hired out for such occasions, and dozens of people will crowd into an old school bus. Because there is no real distinction between immediate and extended family, and because even relocated to the townships people often remain very connected to their clan in the Eastern Cape, the numbers who come to funeral expand quickly.


At the burial of the woman there was again a lot of singing, and I am always impressed by the way groups of people here will automatically sing in multi-part harmony spontaneously. One song that is often sung at church after the names of those who have died of AIDS are spoken, and a message is given, was sung at the burial. It goes "Never give up. Never give up. You must never, never, never, never, never, never give up!" The burial was several miles away in a much more rural area, and the cemetery was far nicer than the one in Guguletu, which is straight out of a Western film, with crosses sticking out of mounds of bare, dry dirt crowded together in a cemetery nearly filled to capacity with all the deaths from AIDS.


Back in Guguletu, we went to the home of the dead woman's family. Saturdays are the funeral day in the townships. When there is a death in a family (not an infrequent occurence, especially given the prevalence of HIV/AIDS) family will come in from far away for the funeral, which in this area mostly means the Eastern Cape, which was the Xhosa "homeland" during apartheid. It can sometimes take weeks from a person's death until her funeral since family and clan often need to wait for a paycheck before they can afford a bus ticket to Cape Town. Several days before the funeral, the family will put up a large canopy tent that overflows the front yard (if they have one) or else just goes out into the street. After the burial, a couple hundred people showed up at the house to pay their respects, and as is customary everyone was fed. And not just sandwiches, but a plate of hot dishes. The food is usually catered, I was told, but it is still a staggering number of mouths to feed. Dr. Xapile (umfundisi) told me that there is a real problem with people who have no connection to the family showing up at the house in the best clothes they have in hope that they will sneak in and get a meal. Outside there are basins to wash your hands, but it is considered very bad luck to wash your hands until the family has done so. Old traditions said anyone who did this would be cursed. After washing you grab your handful of mealies (cooked corn kernels) to munch on and go inside.


All of this must be terribly expensive, and put a tremendous burden on families who don't have much to begin with. Tony (the American pharmacist whose own blog is linked to the left) told me that people pay for these huge funeral events by buying into insurance plans where they pay a little each month to ensure that funds will be available when the time comes. Now American middle-class folks pay insurance for things like this too, but that looks very different in a community where most people otherwise don't take out insurance policies because they are too expensive. Not being able to pay for a loved one's funeral would be embarrassing, and those who don't have the money generally bury their loved ones on a weekday with little ceremony, and sometimes without even a casket.


Funerals and death are a much more commonly accepted part of life here than at home in the States. Umfundisi tells me that there is a funeral at the church nearly every Saturday, and on any Saturday you will see the big tents in front of several houses in the area as you drive around. Even without HIV, the mortality rate here would be much higher than at home. Here there is not the luxury of denying or ignoring death, because you are faced with it every day. Yet the sense of community, of people who will come to your side when you become ill is much more prevalent here than in the States, where we are often concerned with privacy to the extent that we keep out people who would want to support us if they knew what was going on. There are certainly people who die alone and forgotten here, but that is far less common than in the US. I still can't imagine 400 people at a funeral, however. Cultural differences are just that, and there is really no normative way to do a funeral, but that knowledge doesn't make some things any less strange. This was just the tip of the iceberg as far as cultural differences go, of course. I will report more later on, and try to add a picture to this post at some point.

Monday, June 18, 2007

More homebound visits


I went on some more visits to homebound elderly people today, which I will now be doing only on Mondays, as there is a lot going on here and I need time to be with the HIV/AIDS support group (which I will post more about soon). My friend Mahoi is out of town, spending some time with family in the Eastern Cape, but I will see her again before I leave South Africa. Today I went with Johanna and Gladys, two other women from the congregation who visit the elderly. Like several other people I met today, these ladies introduced themselves by their English names. On principle I think I ought to learn people's Xhosa names (for reasons I will explain in another post), but I have to say it is easier to remember names in English (which I am bad enough at already, without long strings of consonants and clicks).


So we made about six visits to elderly people with various ailments, or who just hadn't come to the church in a while. As I said before, these visits are very similar to the sort of pastoral visit one would do in the States. I am enjoying seeing these older people, hearing their stories and seeing if there are other things we can do to help them out. One woman I visited last week, Mama Violet, had not been able to attend church in two years because she had a bum hip, and the replacement surgery had not done what it was meant to do. She especially wanted to take communion. Last Sunday was a communion service, which JL Zwane does only quarterly, so I offered to pick her up and bring her to church. Unfortunately, when I arrived yesterday morning to get her, Violet was feeling ill and was unable to go. Luckily, there is an American minister visiting for a couple weeks who will be taking communion to the homebound elderly this week.



One 89-year-old man I enjoyed visiting is pictured, as is his house above. He is nearly blind, and home alone all day, although the ladies and I were glad to discover, contrary to what he seemed to tell us at first, that his wife is still living, and two of his sons are also around to care for him. Like so many of the elderly people I saw, I was impressed by the sense of peace he had about being near the end of his life, saying several times that he didn't have much time left, but had been blessed by God and overcome many things in his life. This man would have lived 75 years of his life under the Apartheid regime, so I have no doubt that he has seen some troubles and hardships.




Another old man we saw at the last visit was a tougher one to deal with. He stood behind his locked gate and refused to let us in at first. After a moment he allowed us to come in, and was speaking very heatedly to Johanna in Xhosa. I obviously couldn't understand what was being said ("Hi, how are you?" and "My name is Zack" is about the extent of my Xhosa), but tone of voice translates across all language barriers. He was upset at the umfundisi for a number of reasons, first that he had done away with the traditional Presbyterian elders' session meeting and replaced it with "zones" in the community led by men and women who are responsible for knowing the needs of their area and working to mobilize other zone members to meet those needs. That change, I understand, has made Dr. Xapile rather unpopular with some others in the denomination, and this old-timer is among that bunch. He was downright offended that we were even appointed to come around, saying (as Johanna later translated) "The Reverend needs to come here himself and talk to me about these things, not keep sending women to my house. Talking to me is his job, and I don't want anyone else around when we talk, man to man." Not sure if umfundisi will come, and I can't say I was thrilled with the man's attitude toward women (which is pretty common, sadly), but the man is a long-time church member and deserves people to come around to see him. He was laughing and joking by the time we left, which seemed an abrupt transition from his previous state of "pisticity," but there you go.


Tomorrow I will be spending some time with the HIV/AIDS support group, and I got to meet several of the members today. I will try to do an informative post on the greatest challenge facing Africa today.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Around "Gugs"




Xolani (not the driver -- pictured here with me at JL Zwane) runs township tours, which are becoming quite popular with tourists to Cape Town, and are also offered in Soweto and other townships around Johannesburg (aka Jo'burg, Jozi). He took me and two other Americans working at JL Zwane on an abbreviated tour. Guguletu and other townships are a remnant of apartheid, and are areas set aside for black South Africans outside the major cities, where the white government would not permit them to live. Blacks and other groups were forcibly removed from the city centers on several occasions in all the major cities. See this link for the story of District Six, one such community here in Cape Town (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/District_Six). Note that some of the chronology in the Wikipedia article is incorrect, although it is accurate overall.












So Guguletu and other neighboring townships are mostly made up of simple houses, plus numerous squatter camps that have grown up among and around the neighborhoods of cinder block houses. As I have said before, these houses vary from being in good condition (even quite nice) to being pretty run down. Then of course, there are the "informal settlements". The pictures I am attaching are mostly from the squatter camps. You really need to see a picture to understand, as my words won't be good enough. Even these pictures are insufficient unless you image being in the middle of a couple square miles that look just like this.




















I want recommend a book I am reading to you all, written by an American named Kevin Winge who spent some time working with AIDS issues here, which provides a good introduction to issues in Guguletu and at JL Zwane. The book is called Never Give Up and is available on Amazon.com (I checked). As I read more books, I will let you know about them. If you want a general intro to South Africa, read the classic book Cry, The Beloved Country by Alan Paton (if you didn't read it already in high school).



Just before I wrote this, Xolani and I drove to Philipi (a township nearby where he lives in an informal settlement) to pick up a bunch of kids who are doing a performance of gumboots, a traditional dance done in "wellies", for the Habitat group. Thr gumboots dance was developed during wars between the Zulu and Tembu in the early twentieth century, and the wellies element came in with workers in the mines who wore such gear. If you are super interested, here is a link to check out: http://otoplasma.com/gumboots/dance.html I had six kids, plus Xolani and me in my little car, and another fourteen kids fit into a station wagon. Xolani joked, "Hey, it is a white man driving a cockroach!" (which is what they call the combis, or mini-bus taxis, which don't go anywhere until they are full of way too many people. In Istanbul they called these things dolmus, which is also the Turkish name for stuffed grape leaves).

Pimp my ride






By the way, since some people asked, the car situation got straightened out. I am not used to having to pull a separate lever for the choke to warm up the battery when I start the car in the morning. I am also not accustomed to things like the radio being on having an adverse effect on starting the vehicle. All that figured out, it is a decent little car. It's a Volkswagen "Clio"compact, which is maybe the most popular car in South Africa. I see them all over the place. This model used to be sold in the US, and I remember seeing them around when I was in high school. I believe it was called the VW "Rabbit", and that is pretty much how it drives. It's pretty boss, as you can see. I drove around with some friends last night before a dinner at church, and the car couldn't make it up one particularly steep hill. Four people being in the car surely didn't help. Trying to get turned around, I ended up precariously close to a lampost, and burned some clutch backing uphill to avoid that encounter.




Getting back to the dinner at church: I was mistaken in my hearing that it was an Oxfam event, when in fact it was the Hoggs family bringing a group from Habitat for Humanity to eat with a bunch of kids from the church, a few of whom were AIDS orphans. We had a good time, and the foods was wonderful, as it always is here. I have made good friends with Mama Katoni and Nkqo (a "click"pronunciation) and will write something about them soon. They cook very well, and feed well-balanced meals to everyone who comes into the church. Last night they made a South African delight I have heard about, fatcoeks ("fat cakes"in Afrikaans), which are basically rolls where you deep fry dough rather than baking it. Y0u can't eat just one.




The Habitat group was young men from universities around the area, who had been building a house earlier in the day. I was glad these guys got to spend time with the kids, since Habitat volunteers often don't get to interact much with the people they are helping. Two of these guys are studying to be doctors, and perhaps they will come to find a call to provide severely needed medical care in the townships. Talking to Chris, the group leader who knows JL Zwane well, he mentioned that one of the kids is the son the New York Knicks owner. Princeton is not far from New York, and I jokingly asked if he could get me tickets. To my surprise, Chris said, "Sure, it wouldn't be a problem. We'll be back tomorrow and we can work it out." N0t a bad connection to make! I will report back if I actually get tickets, but it was very flattering. Chris is a well-connected guy, and gives a lot to JL Zwane. Some of the kids were very shy, but they got goofy once dinner was over. These kids are from various situations, and it is very important for them to have a place to go and a community at the church. Guguletu is a tough place for kids to grow up. The kids wanted to take some pictures, so attached is one of the dozen they took on my camera once they got their hands on it. This happened when Kristina and I went to Nicaragua in December as well. Speaking of which, you can never post too many pictures.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

...continued from last post

So as I was saying, these home visits to the elderly are not so different from what I would be doing in pastoral duties stateside. House calls to bereaved families, homebound elderly people, and the like are part of the job anywhere.


Back to the elderly woman I was speaking about, she very clearly needs to be cared for full time, but she is stubborn, insisting that she can get around and manage on her own. We aren't necessarily there to talk her into being in a home, but we sympathize with her and with her neighbors. One of the hardest parts was how badly her dilapidated old house smelled, and the flies buzzing around by the hundreds. Working in the hospital last summer prepared me to handle odors, and more than anything it made me more sad that this old lady insists on living like this. It was a tough visit, but I ended up liking her a lot. She had some spirit, to be sure, and maybe if she was in managed care with nothing to keep her busy she wouldn't last long.



A later visit was easier. This house was in very good shape because the husband is a retired carpenter, who can't work anymore because he is getting old. Still poor, like nearly everyone in the townships, but he had put down a nice looking wood floor and ceiling, added on a room in the front, and put up a corrugated metal awning over the front porch. I really enjoyed talking to this guy, and asking about the work he had done. He was very proud of what he had done, and it really reminded me of my own Dad, who also loves to work with his hands and is quite good at it. I told the man this, and he asked if I had picked up those skills like his own sons had. "Well, not really. Not as much as my brother,"I said. Sadly, it's rather pathetically true that I failed to learn how to do some of the things my Dad is so good at. But I can cook!



I went on some more of these visits today with Mahoi (Henrietta's clan name, which she is known by) with some more very nice old ladies, plus a bereved family whose relatives were coming in from the Xhosa "homeland" in the Eastern Cape. Funerals are a big deal in this culture, and families will wait weeks after a death until all family and clan can make it to town. One visit where I actually felt we had made a big difference (which is sadly infrequent) was to a woman deteriorating in AIDS-related sickness. She had been sleeping wrapped in blankets on top of flat carboard boxes on the floor when we visited her the other day. Today, wonder of wonders, someone found a bed and mattress in the church garage. So we called up somebody with a truck and took the bed to this woman. We tossed the wet cardboard she had been sleeping on. This happedened right after Yvonne and I had spoken to a hungry blind man and his girlfriend who had come by, and had to send them away with nothing but some water and a few slices of bread. The poverty here can really be overwhelming to deal with, and you have to appreciate when you are able to make a tangible difference.


Lots more to tell about, but I'll save it for another post. I am still getting the hang of things and trying to figure out what activities will be in my weekly schedule. You will be sure to hear all about it. Now I am going into Cape Town proper with some coworkers from church, then we'll come back tonight for an Oxfam fundraiser event where people from the community will be selling crafts they have made (including bead jewelry and great looking handbags woven out of plastic grocery bags -- pretty impressive). May have to get some presents for people at home. 'Til next time.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Ministries and services at JL Zwane


Yvonne is the director of ministries here, and I will be doing a lot of work with her related to HIV support groups, visits to AIDS orphans (both in foster care and child-headed households -- of which there are five the church serves and over 10,000 in the country), and other psychological health issues in the community. I met with her for a long time yesterday and heard her story of how she got involved in this ministry, generally out of the kindness that was shown to her as a young person and the conviction (strongly emphasized by JL Zwane) that we love God by loving other people.
I didn't make the rounds with Yvonne yesterday, going on home visitations to the elderly instead with Henrietta (another non-Xhosa first name, which makes it mercifully easy for a gringo like me to remember) and Thebu, who was one of the first two people I met in South Africa when he picked me up at the airport last Thursday morning. Thebu is living with umfundisi and is preparing to be a minister. He had an excellent pastoral presence on the visits, and Henrietta knows everybody and their needs and conditions very well. It was a learning experience for me, especially because it was my first time out in the community and I don't know any Xhosa.
Two visits stood out in particular. The first was to an eighty-seven-year-old woman (pictured) who is living alone off of a government pension. This visit was so similar to issues elderly people and their kids face in the US, of an elderly person who does not want to relinquish her independence, even though she clearly cannot care for herself on her own. She doesn't want to move into a home because (among other things) she says they'll make her speak English all the time (although she did just fine with me). Her neighbors take care of her, pick up her pension check, get food for her, and keep an eye on her. But it is exhausting for them, and they worry that she will start a fire when she tries to cook. This reminds me of my own grandparents, and elderly people I interacted with working as a hospital chaplain last summer.
More to say on this but now I have to run...

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

A new haircut introduces us to SA ethnic categorization


So I had a very full and eventful day today, but I will tell all about that tomorrow. This blog could very easily become quite heavy, and I want to do a light-hearted post now and again.


So, the umfundisi (pastor) told me not to get any major haircuts after he had introduced me to the congregation. Didn't want they to get confused, I guess (with all of the other six foot white guys walking around the township). I assumed he was kidding, but I did need a haircut so I took care of that on Saturday.
I live at a Lutheran Youth Centre in a predominantly Muslim neighborhood. South Africa, in case you weren't aware, remains a very race-conscious society and they are very concerned with fitting every person into a racial category. The people in my neighborhood are what would be called "coloured", which is a wide-ranging term including people of mixed heritage and generally a skin tone somewhere between white and black. Coloured people are often called "Cape Malays", although that is not an accurate or PC term, since few of them are actually of Malaysian descent. These folks descend from slaves that the early Dutch colonists brought in from modern day Malaysia, Indonesia, Madagascar, and India, plus the Khoesan who are native to the Cape Peninsula. Interestingly, the Dutch did not enslave the native African popluation, leaving that to every other European country. The coloured community is Afrikaans-speaking, and in fact the language probably orignated with coloured cooks and nannies and, ironically, caught on with the slave owners. Afrikaans is a simplified and very expressive derivative of Dutch, which was regarded as a dialect of that language until being recognized as a language all its own in the 1920s. The two languages are similar enough that native speakers could probably figure out what the other was saying. But I digress.
So I went to a salon in my neighborhood that was recommended by the manager of the youth centre. Her cousin Arison cut my hair while Natalia (also Cape Muslim despite the Russian sounding name) chatted me up (I could not understand much with her accent), and you can see the lovely result. It didn't look quite so bad before Arison blow-dried it straight (the noise of which made Natalia even harder to understand), giving me the lovely Hilary Swank in "Boys Don't Cry" look you see before you. Now, if my bangs look lopsided, it's because they are. I had to do quite a bit of touch up when I returned home, but had to take a picture beforehand to save for posterity my worst haircut ever. At least it only cost 30 rand ($4). I guess you get what you pay for.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Getting introduced



Hello again. I first want to direct everyone's attention to the newly added favorite place "Tony's JL Zwane Blog", which is kept by Tony Zappa, a pharmacist from Minnesota who is working for a year with JL Zwane Centre and a health clinic in Brown Farm, one of the other townships in the area. Yet another perspective to enrich your understanding of the joys and challenges of the Cape Flats townships.




After doing a lot of sleeping on Thursday and Friday, I am more or less adjusted to the time change and over my jet lag. The quick adjustment is one advantage, perhaps, of taking nearly three days to get here. A highlight before I had even left the country was when Kristina took the Chinatown bus up from DC at an unpleasant hour of the night to spend last Monday with me at exciting Newark Airport. What an unexpected gift. True, I slept on the floor at Miami Airport during my eight hour layover when I went to visit her in Costa Rica last year, but she still "didn't have to do that". She is awesome.


I want to take an opportunity with this first post from South Africa to tell a little bit about the community and conditions here. The townships are tough places to live, and the residents are all black or other people of colour, with black townships being the poorest and least developed. Although elected government officials are now overwhelmingly black, and no one is formally excluded from the political process any more, reversing a long history of discrimination and oppression of one group by another still takes a long time. The state of race matters in the US attests to this. Several people at the chuch have taken time since I have been here to drive me around the townships and even invited me into their homes. The buildings range from modest concrete block houses to shacks made of corrugated metal and scaps of plywood. Yet, although nearly everyone is poor, the townships are not just vast shantytowns as they are sterotypically portrayed in the States. Even among the shacks there is variation, as some have electricity and plastered interior walls and floors to keep out the cold and wet. That is far from the norm however, and few have running water or plumbing. The government has, since apartheid ended, taken some steps to build better houses in the area, but these are tiny one room houses that cannot accomodate families of any size. People frequently add on to these concrete buildings with the shack materials, and even these new houses are without water and electricity. They provide better shelter than a shanty, but are still inadequate for the needs of those who live here. People are moving in from the countryside everyday to find work, and the townships are growing rapidly, so government efforts to build decent housing are outpaced by the expanding population. There is even worse poverty in the countryside, especially the Eastern Cape where most of the Xhosa speaking people in the community hail from, so the chance to get a job is worth the poor living conditions they face here. Still, unemployment in the area is as high as 65%.


These problems are overwhelmingly caused by the legacy of apartheid, which forced 80% of the population onto less than 20% of the country's cultivatable land. The townships developed in the last century as black South Africans left their tribal villages in droves to seek work in the major urban centers, as the marginal land whites had coralled them onto during the 19th Century could not support the population. Giving a history of apartheid on this blog is a tall order. However, I will do my best in the posts that follow to tell the story of the people who live in Guguletu and similar townships; the history of apartheid and its continued impact on black, "coloured", and Indian South Africans; and the AIDS epidemic which affects a staggering number of people in these townships and in the country as a whole. South Africa has the largest number of people with HIV of any country in the world, and one of the highest rates of infection (neighboring Swaziland has the highest).


JL Zwane focuses the bulk of its social work in the community on facets of the AIDS problem that affect the people here. These include not only education and prevention, but hospice care, medical clinics, nutrition programmes, and work with child-headed households which are sadly very common in a country full of AIDS orphans. The church portion of the ministry here incorporates messages about AIDS in every service, providing stories of people suffering with the disease and education as part of the worship. There is no distinction between JL Zwane's work as a church and as a community centre and social assistance provider.


The church also has a lively music and dance team called Siyaya, which educates about HIV/AIDS through their performances. I have seen them practicing, and they are some very talented young people. The attached picture is not of Siyaya, but the group performing is doing some traditional native dances that Siyaya incorporates into their own performances.
Well, there is a lot more I could say, but I will stop here for now. Thanks for checking in with me, and I will continue trying to be very informative and consistent with my posts. I am very excited to be getting started here and looking forward to telling you more about it. Peace!

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Arrived and ready to blog


I am here and more or less settled with housing and a vehicle. The vehicle won't start today (got it yesterday) and that is likely to be what takes up my day today. Hopefully I won't miss an event that the youth at the church are putting on today.

Unfortunately, I don't have time to tell about what I've seen so far in my first few days. I just want to post so everyone knows I'm still here. Next post will have a more thorough account, and hopefully some pictures as well. Keep checking in. I'll make it worth your while.

Before I go, thanks to those who have e-mailed to say you are thinking of me and praying for me. It is good to know I have supporters, even if they are far away, and it really means a lot to me. Here is a picture from Frankfurt, where I spent a long lay-over on the way here.

Monday, June 4, 2007

...and some pics




I will definitely be including as many pictures as I can as I post throughout the summer. I paid Best Buy a visit yesterday to be sure I had the necessary tools to do that.

To tide folks over, the two attached pictures are of me with my girlfriend Kristina when I visited her in Costa Rica in December, and of me at a bar in Huntington Beach with my friends Tim (r) and Bob (l) a few days ago (congrats to Tim and Bob, who are both getting married this month).

Cheers!

Link to Jevon's livejournal

My predecessor at JL Zwane, Jevon Caldwell-Gross (who just graduated from PTS -- congrats!) kept a very thorough and moving journal of his experience last summer. This has been the most valuable resource I have had in prepping myself for the internship, and I hope he will not mind my providing the link for those who want a preview of what I'm likely to be up to. I will also put this link in the favorite places bar on the side. Jevon, I can remove the link if you want me to!

http://jcaldwellg.livejournal.com/

Starting out


Welcome to all of those interested enough in my doings to be reading this. I am a bit of a neophyte blogger, and it feels presumptuous to think people want to read about my life on the internet. But being out of the country for the summer this seems like an effective way to keep in touch with a larger number of friends than I will have the opportunity to e-mail.

My primary purpose is to record and reflect upon my experiences in Guguletu township outside Cape Town, South Africa where I will be working at JL Zwane church and community centre (http://www.jlzwane.sun.ac.za/) to fulfill my field education requirement at Princeton Theological Seminary. This will make it easy for friends and family to keep up with me, not to mention providing me with some additional motivation to keep a disciplined journal of my time in South Africa. I hope this will be a good resource for my own personal processing in the future, and I will be overjoyed to read any comments readers may be pleased to leave.

As I have not left the country yet, and am spending my last day at home in California, I have nothing to report beyond the general mixture of excitement and apprehension that I have gotten used to after a few other times living abroad for an extended period. This time is a bit different, as the setting where I will be spending the majority of time is going to be more foreign to me than England, the only other country where I have spent more than two weeks at a stretch -- not to mention being the least "foreign" foreign country Americans could visit, apart from Canada. I am looking forward to the challenges of living in a country with such a rich and complicated history as South Africa, to living in one of the most beautiful and ethnically diverse cities on earth, and most of all to get to know people whom many have promised will touch my life. Thanks to all those willing to tag along. By the way, I'll send a postcard to anyone who knows/guesses where I got the title for this blog. Those who know me will have a good idea of where to start.

For those who want to know my iterary, I will spend ten weeks at my internship, followed by one week of travelling in South Africa, hopefully including seeing some of the wildlife. I then fly to London where I will spend a few days with my good friend Nicole Johnson, before flying back to the States. Flight information below for those who want it (viz. Mom):

Tuesday 5 June 2007, 5:10pm -- Depart Newark on United flt: 8838
Wednesday 6 June 2007, 6:30am -- Arrive Frankfurt

Wednesday 6 June 2007, 5:20pm -- Depart Frankfurt on South African Airways flt: 4595
Thursday 7 June 2007, 5:00am -- Arrive Cape Town

Thursday 23 August 2007, 7:00pm -- Depart Cape Town on SAA flt: 4606
Friday 24 August 2007, 6:20am -- Arrive London (Heathrow)

Wednesday 29 August 2007, 12:00 noon -- Depart London (LHR) on United flt:919
" " " " , 3:20pm -- Arrive Washington (Dulles)

As you may have noticed, this itinerary is heavy on red eye flights and long lay-overs. While that won't excactly be "fun", if this is the greatest hardship I have to face this summer then I have no business complaining. Will post again upon my arrival!