Wednesday, June 24, 2009
woops
Monday, June 15, 2009
June Graduation
This is my brilliant friend Cynthia. She graduated last Friday with the same degree I'm going for (Master of Philosophy, African Studies). Cynthia does a lot of gender work for NGO's in Kenya where she's from. I wouldn't have gotten through the semester without her. She always took time to read through my papers and help me edit and work through my ideas more thoroughly. She will be returning to Nairobi in a week and I will miss her a lot. I suppose this gives me a good reason to visit Kenya!On another note, the grad ceremony was a lot like American colleges with the robes and whatnot. However, there were no commencement speeches, no pomp and circumstance, and no blow horns. Every graduate got a fair amount of stage time. Their name would be called, they would walk onto stage and kneel (yes, kneel) before the vice-chancellor of UCT. The chancellor would tap their head with a grad cap and then the grad would stand up and have a garment draped over thier shoulders and then walk off stage. I was pretty impressed with how patient the audience was for all of this, there were around 200 grads. Overall, there are several grad ceremonies held throughout june and december to accomodate all of UCT's graduating students.
Climbing Lion's Head
On Friday, it was unusually warm and sunny in CT, so a group of 13 UCT students (most of whom were from Nava's architecture program) climbed Lion's Head Mountain. To say the least, it was pretty spectacular - three days later and I'm still sore throughout my arms and legs. Above is a photo of Lion's Head that I found on the internet. I tried to get a menacing image of the mountain to justify my prolonged muscle aches, I think I accomplished the task, it looks pretty hectic in this photo.
From left to right: Nava, Thapelo, Huda and Tiago - I've come to know them through Nava. This photo was taken at 2:30p.m.
Nava scaling with the provided chain
Reaching the top after an hour and a half
The Indian Ocean.
Heading back down I encountered serious vertigo.
Twilight over CT.
I don't know if you can tell, but this is Nava and I about half way down the mountain.
This is near the bottom. We got down at about 7p.m. then had dinner at an indian restaurant. It was a really cool day.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Project: Have Fun
I turned in my last paper a week ago and Project: Have Fun commenced shortly there after with the arrival of Prexy to South Africa. For those of you who don’t know who Prexy is, he is my mentor. I took my first Southern African history courses with him while at Columbia and traveled with him to South Africa in 2007. He has been a major influence on me in the last several years that I have known him. Part of his Making the Road Non-Profit company is to bring groups to different parts of Africa several times a year. If you're interested, just google his name: Prexy Nesbitt
This trip, He’s in South Africa with 13 Columbia College students “conducting” a course called: “The Future of History: Memory in Post-Apartheid South Africa". The students were in Cape Town for a week, then Johannesburg for a week, then Durban for a week. Mostly, I think their work revolves around memory and how public spaces such as museums promote certain histories over others. The group is also meeting with very influential activists, scholars and historians from the struggle (most of whom are Prexy’s friends). The meeting I was most excited about for them happened this last Saturday. Ahmed Kathrada led a personal tour for the group around Robben Island. Robben Island is where Mandela was kept prisoner for 18 of the 27 years of his incarceration. Kathrada was also a political prisoner with Mandela on Robben island.
This is a great course and I wish they had offered something like this when I was at Columbia.These students are very smart and it was good to talk about the South Africa liberation movements with them; it was a good reminder of why I'm here now.
I met with the group on several occasions, but this is a photo from a night out that I unexpectedly ran into them. This is the rooftop at a place called The Waiting Room on Long Street – so far my favorite spot.
These are the friends I was with that night. My friend Hannah from class and her friend that was visiting from Jo'burg.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
disclaimer and books
Thursday, May 28, 2009
who needs sleep?
Yes, I’m still writing papers at the moment – albeit I turn my last one in a week from today. Whew. But I woke up early this morning feeling worried about the topics I’m doing my work on. I don’t talk to people about my work because I generally assume that nobody is interested, but I feel comfortable talking a little bit about it in the blog format.
When I was telling people that I was going to study in Cape Town, South Africa, I received a wide range of responses. Most of them were congratulatory, but every so often, someone would say something about tribes, monkeys, mud huts, or that I’m going to end up “with a big black African man”. These latter responses would most often leave me feeling unfortunately enraged because it’s exactly these kinds of stereotypes of “Africa” that my work is based on.
I understand that Africa is linked with primitivism in American media and films, so much so, that we fail to recognize it sometimes. So to a certain extent, I know that I can’t get too angry with people if that’s all they know about Africa. But I do need people to open their minds and see that the images that are being fed to them have been grossly skewed or taken out of context. Furthermore, Africa is a giant continent filled with the world’s greatest variation of cultures – so there’s never just ONE image that suits it.
I think it should be said that when we speak poorly or joke about Africans living in mud huts, we are arrogantly saying that our American lifestyle is far superior and I urge this to be reassessed because that is only ONE point of view. We must not critique ways of living that we know nothing about.
Some words on colonialism and why we have these stereotypes in the first place:
Following the slave trade, there was another travesty of magnificent proportion in Africa called colonialism. Basically, at the end of the 1880’s, all of the European super-powers got together in Berlin and decided that Africa was a “cake”, and they were all going to have a slice. This is where the borders for the countries in Africa were made, because before the Europeans arrived, there were not “countries” in Africa. At this point, the industrial revolution had supplied Europe with guns, whereas, Africans did not have guns, so Africa was essentially theirs for the taking. What followed the invasion of Europeans on African soil, with all of its bloody battles, was the extraction of Africa’s natural riches like rubber, gold, diamonds, etc and the enslavement of Africans to do the extracting.
Okay, obviously, colonialism was way more complex than I am describing it, but you get the point. Africa was basically raped by a bunch of white men who had no regard for its inhabitants.
Being that it was a violent process to take over parts of Africa, European explorers, missionaries (because another aspect of the pillage was a divine mission to convert the savages), and anthropologists had to morally degrade African peoples to justify their blood spilling. They would send home letters and pictures of Africans that portrayed them as sub-human to win over the approval of European citizens. Of course, this did not work on all citizens, and there were some strong anti-colonial movements going on at this time, namely in England.
But this is my point, the subjugation of Africa and Africans by the West is steeped in many centuries of violence and exploitation. Images of Africans as primitive and backwards in the media back in the late 1800’s early 1900’s served to justify European expansion. Nowadays, these images serve to uphold the West as the “policeman of the world”. Crazy dictators are running free and people live in mud huts, but not to worry, because money from the West will “save” them from their own problems. Problems, might I add, that are the legacy of colonialism, and are often incited by the West’s money.
I am not hinting to an answer that will solve all of this, but I can say that it begins with Americans getting off the high-horse and stop arrogantly assuming that the way we live is the only correct way to live. Africa is a continent with billions of people and it is not right for us to reiterate tools of colonialism by morally degrading them.
I am not on a moral high ground for saying this, I just felt that some light needed to be shed on the subject because is happens so often, that we don’t even realize it is wrong.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
this is where I have been lately:

...In my room looking like this.