
Cape Town is amazing. In only fourteen days I can
already see why people love it so much. I weirdly feel more at home here than I
do at school (despite my family being in the US) not only because people are
much more friendly and caring, but there are far more people of color.
For the first time in my life I am not constantly reminded of being a minority
and it is definitely refreshing. The breathtaking landscapes and unique animals
as well as the complex history are even more fascinating than I had ever expected.
One piece that touched me was that because of the color of my skin, I can
immediately develop a connection with certain people. I have experienced a
similar phenomenon in the U.S but not in as blatant a manner as I have here.
During Vernon’s brief talks in the townships (Khayelithsa and Gugulethu in
particular) when everyone on the street stared, the little kids walking by
waved to me as if I was a familiar face. Also there have been numerous
occasions where native South Africans have asked or assumed that I was a native
as well. Despite not knowing my origins yet I am honored to be welcomed or
thought to be grouped with such amazing people. Going off of this, while
visiting the townships and learning about South Africa’s deep-rooted issues
that have remained prevalent for years, I am becoming more aware of the great
divide between classified groups.
I didn’t really come to Africa with much of an idea
for what I would see or experience as I was so busy with the semester and
preparing for the trip, but I have noticed many similar situations and
experiences in my own life that are also prevalent in South Africa. For
example, many of my family members belong to a Baptist church that we attend on
occasion, I have been surrounded by people who have very little but still
choose to believe and celebrate in the church, I have lived in the city and
spoken/aided the homeless, I’ve learned about the devastating effects of
segregation laws first hand from those I love, etc. Even with these prior
experiences it has been different to be in a part of the world that is still so
openly divided. After visiting all of the internship locations I am so excited
to finally be able to integrate myself into the culture. I can’t wait to start
those as well as the activist projects!
Personally, being away from home during this year’s
inauguration has been a bit of a break from the political madness and unrest
occurring on a larger scale back home. Despite the separation I am still
saddened that in my first election I learned the harsh and honest truth that
the U.S. is not as progressive and free from corruption as I had once thought.
Though I am glad to escape for a little while, I can’t help but remember the
tremendous joy, pride, and hope that followed after Obama’s victory. With my family
members being so invested in him, when he won it was as if we had all won. You
could really tell that he was there for the people and nothing else. After
being at the inauguration eight years ago, I think that if I were in Cape Town
in 2009, people would ask questions about Obama that were structured in a more
positive light as he was the first African American who was able to break
through the walls of oppression and racism to win the presidential election in
one of the most powerful countries in the world. Each question would be filled
with excitement and optimism versus the grief, worry, and fear that we feel
now.
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