Tuesday, July 8, 2014 Monday, June 16, 2014

The problem with being UNEDUCATED

Frequently, I hear people dismissing opinions different from their own as “uneducated”. This trend was brought into sharp focus this year, when South Africa celebrated its 4th free and fair election.

When the election results rolled in, many of my friends dismissed the large support garnered by the ANC and the EFF as the as the result of the uneducated masses. Why else would someone vote for a radical such as Julius Malema, or a corrupt party like the ANC?

While I’m the first to admit that education in our country is in crisis, dismissing people’s opinions because they have a different kind education than your own is problematic for several reasons:

1. Being “uneducated” is not a real thing.

At least, not in this context. When does a person become educated enough for you to take their right to choose who runs the country seriously? When they can write their own name? When they have a degree? A PhD in Political Science? I think you’ll find, when you really think about the people in your lives, that as long as you don’t completely disagree with their choice in party, you don’t tend to dismiss their fundamental human right to choose.

 2. Just because a person has a different experience from you, it does not make their opinions any less valid.

As much as we’d all like to believe that we’re completely independent and logical creatures who hold our beliefs after due consideration, it is simply not true.

A white male growing up in the heart of Sandton is going to have a very different point of view than a black female growing up in a small village in the Northern Cape. But both of them are equally capable of forming their own opinions, and articulating them if asked.

Maybe you understand macroeconomics, but I can guarantee you that “uneducated youth” who voted for the EFF understands something you don’t.

None of us hold any special privilege, intellectual or otherwise, over the next person’s right to vote. And everyone deserves the dignity of having their opinions, and the experiences that have informed them taken seriously.

3.    When you other someone, you’re up to no good.

From Nazi Germany and the Jews, the Hutus and Tutsis, Black and White - no good can come from making someone different from you. If you choose not to see their point of view, to make another human being into a mass of something frightening and foreign, you make it that much easier to treat them a little less human.

The bottom line is that it’s easy to dismiss people when their opinions are different from your own. Their point of view is so absurd, so nonsensical, that the only plausible explanation is that they’re uneducated, or stupid, or just plain silly. Their opinions don’t deserve a second of your consideration.

There is VALUE  to listening to the other side. The next time you find yourself accusing someone of being uneducated or stupid - don’t judge, don’t sway, don’t dismiss.

Ask. Ask why they believe what they believe. Ask because you genuinely want to listen. You don’t have to agree with them, and you don’t have to change their point of view.

I’ve found that when you ask someone why they voted for a certain party, the answer isn’t as simplistic as you might think. If there is one great gift that South Africa has left with us, it’s Ubuntu. We are who we are through our connection with others. Let’s not forget it.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

The Coloured Fallacy

Born out of the Apartheid regime’s desire to construct and classify racial paradigms into neat boxes, “coloured” became the catch-all phrase to describe those whose ambiguous features defied existing racial constructs.  Descendants of slaves and their masters, the khoisan, sailors, merchants, and islanders off the coast of Africa, – we were now the same. Nothing that came before; not our language, not our stories, not our history, mattered anymore.

Our own unique cultural heritage was no longer valid. We were coloured. We were told that this was what coloured people were like, this is how we should behave, and this is the language we should speak. And so a herd identity was constructed by our oppressors, and soon we forgot our individual stories. Our individual identities, our sense of self— were lost to the tide of our newfound colouredness.

Show a people as one thing, as only one thing, and that is what they become.

 – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

From a young age I have been confronted with issues of identity, and human nature’s distaste for anyone who does not fit into their preconceived idea of what you should be. Even now, I am often filled with shame when strangers and acquaintances ask bluntly – “What are you?”, seeking confirmation of my ethnic background so that they can attribute characteristics to me that are not my own.

And time and time again, I feel a little less equal, a little less human, as I provide an explanation of WHAT I am rather than WHO I am, replying gently and reluctantly that I am coloured, not believing in the idea of colouredness as the syllables leave my mouth. And neither do they. I don’t look coloured, I don’t speak like a coloured person should speak (according to who I can’t be sure). I don’t resemble a single coloured stereotype. And these strangers, these people who see me as nothing more than something peculiar, enquire – no, demand – an explanation about what I am mixed with, what percentage, how many generations back, what did my ancestors do? And the truth is I don’t know. I don’t why I look the way I look, why any of my family members look the way they look. I don’t know why we speak English and not Afrikaans, why we have all our teeth, why we are well-read despite our relative disadvantage. I don’t know WHAT I am. Does it even matter?

Because as much as it hurts for being judged because of the colour of your skin, your sexual orientation or your gender –  it is a unique, utterly isolating experience being judged because of who you are, when that “who” doesn’t actually exist.

The coloured community is at odds with itself. Never white enough, never black enough, never coloured enough – we want so badly to belong, to be in charge of our own image. We wage a constant battle within ourselves as we contend with our South Africaness in a time where being South African, just South African, is not good enough. So we try our best to live up to our colouredness, although it never feels too authentic. We mock each other for not having affected accents, we dismiss alcoholism and drug use as a “coloured” thing, and we speak of those family members who did make it to university as “play whites”. We try to live up to an image that isn’t our own, that was never our own, partly because we want to belong, and partly because we can’t remember who we were before we were told what we are.   

Being coloured is a fallacy. Popular images of colouredness isn’t real. We don’t all look the same, or even similar. Our accents are regional. We speak different languages. Our cultural heritage is as diverse as South Africa itself.

I often hear people say that once we are all mixed, people will stop being racist, because there won’t be black or white people anymore. Being coloured in the new South Africa is a great irony, isn’t it?

Saturday, October 12, 2013

femmebotnoir:

feministcaptainmorgan:

Very informative. 

Everything is important.

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Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013 Monday, September 30, 2013 Sunday, September 29, 2013

bakongo:

Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche, We Should All Be Feminists

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Ted Talk: The moral roots of liberals and conservatives by Jonathan Haidt.