“You don’t travel South Africa. South Africa travels you.”
The quote comes from the cover of a beautiful coffee table book on South African fashion titled “Well-Souled.” Lately, through work, I’ve had the opportunity to travel around SA quite a bit, and nearly every moment reminds me of the truth in that quote.
Quick stories from some of the places I’ve been:
Orange Farm, Alexandria, and Langa Whereas Soweto includes a burgeoning Black middle class, Orange Farm and Alexandria are Johannesburg’s “ghetto.” Alexandria (or Alex as it’s called here) is located literally next door to the super rich Sandton suburb. Orange Farm is about 40 minutes outside of the city. Langa is Cape Town’s equivalent.
Corrugated steel barely held together make up many of the “homes.” Violent crime is rampant. Unemployment is upwards of 60%. And HIV/AIDS is a very serious, very present issue.
Each of these regions are Black townships created by South Africa’s apartheid government, placed close enough to the cities to provide cheap labor, but far enough away so the people could not benefit. Today, the kids born in these townships are able to go into the cities without the previous regime’s pass laws and entry requirements, but there is still no effective system to help them benefit from the financial hubs so close by.
Interesting story: When I was in Orange Farm, I spent the day at the loveLife Y-Centre focus-grouping our mobile social network. The kids are all on MXit (SA’s mobile chat application), ao I asked them what they would want if they could create their own MXit. They didn’t tell me they wanted games, music, pictures or other prizes like I thought they would. They literally asked me for inspiration. “We need role models. Inspirational quotes. Maybe even the Bible.”
It's interesting that you mention Longa - I toured around there when I was in SA. And I literally mean "toured" - the township was a tourist location. I went because it was an anthropology class assignment, but I felt terribly uncomfortable - not at being surrounded by poverty (after all, I had already been to Saigon and Madras at this point, so it wasn't foreign to me) but rather that the poverty was somehow an object for tourist observation.
Apparently, some of the residents felt the same way - one man accosted our group and yelled at us for taking advantage of their poverty for our own purposes. Myself and a few others engaged him in a fascinating back and forth, explaining that we really were just trying to learn about it so we could help. He seemed to accept that and apologized for blowing up. I'm wondering, looking back seven years, who was actually right in that debate.
That said, we also saw some fascinating developments in the townships - the cottage industries being started by residents precisely because of the mobility problems you describe. They had economic freedom but no means to get to the center of town, so they had to make their own employment opportunities.
One last anecdote and I'll stop - your story about the gogoGetters reminded me of the first headline I read in SA; that day's Cape Argus led with an awful story of a house in outer Cape province in which two five year old girls had been savagely raped. Apparently, their perpetrators were HIV-positive and subscribed to the myth popular at that time in rural SA that sex with a virgin was the cure. They figured children were the best way to assure virginity. I remember putting the paper down and going for a long walk before getting to the rest of my day.
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It's interesting that you mention Longa - I toured around there when I was in SA. And I literally mean "toured" - the township was a tourist location. I went because it was an anthropology class assignment, but I felt terribly uncomfortable - not at being surrounded by poverty (after all, I had already been to Saigon and Madras at this point, so it wasn't foreign to me) but rather that the poverty was somehow an object for tourist observation.
Apparently, some of the residents felt the same way - one man accosted our group and yelled at us for taking advantage of their poverty for our own purposes. Myself and a few others engaged him in a fascinating back and forth, explaining that we really were just trying to learn about it so we could help. He seemed to accept that and apologized for blowing up. I'm wondering, looking back seven years, who was actually right in that debate.
That said, we also saw some fascinating developments in the townships - the cottage industries being started by residents precisely because of the mobility problems you describe. They had economic freedom but no means to get to the center of town, so they had to make their own employment opportunities.
One last anecdote and I'll stop - your story about the gogoGetters reminded me of the first headline I read in SA; that day's Cape Argus led with an awful story of a house in outer Cape province in which two five year old girls had been savagely raped. Apparently, their perpetrators were HIV-positive and subscribed to the myth popular at that time in rural SA that sex with a virgin was the cure. They figured children were the best way to assure virginity. I remember putting the paper down and going for a long walk before getting to the rest of my day.
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