Friday, September 18, 2009

Critical thinking and reflection: why is it important?

Yesterday I went to a talk at U.Mass, Amherst, by an amazing South African psychologist, Pumla Gobodo-Madikizela. I have heard Pumla talk before (also in Boston...why is it that I connect with more South Africans when I'm in the US than at home?!!) and have read her book about her experience on the South African Truth and Reconciliation Commission, A Human Being Died that Night. Her experience is definitely worth reading about, whether you're South African or not.

At the end of her talk last night she said something thought-provoking. In essence, she said that the most important thing we can put our efforts and resources into, in terms of helping societies move forward after trauma/upheaval, is to teach children to think critically. Really? Yup! You mean, not send in teams of psychologists, lawyers, find retribution or amnesty or whatever? It lies in education? The focus should be on the ones who were not even directly affected by it?

Interesting.

I have thought about this issue of critical thinking and reflection in the Zimbabwean context. After my several years there, I came to believe that many of the problems in that country were largely because of the schooling system and its teaching methodology, and that critical thinking is discouraged at a school and national level. But I've shied away from thinking critically about solutions to South Africa's problems. Frankly, to me, South Africa's problems seem too large, too intractable. And I have such mixed feelings, emotions, about what it means to be South African, that it's been more comfortable for me to leave South Africa's problems to....oh, those South Africans actually living in South Africa.

Last night felt like a personal challenge to me. Here I am, enjoying an incredible education at the University of Massachusetts. Why and how? Largely because I benefited from an excellent education in South Africa, and an undergraduate degree that cost me almost nothing due to South African state funding. I largely enjoyed those privileges for no reason of my own causation: because I happened to be born white, and, in then-apartheid South Africa, that meant privileged. Access to education, space, healthcare, everything really. So as a beneficiary of that privilege, does that leave me with some sort of responsibility to the country of my birth?

I have hedged that question for years, largely by going to Zimbabwe and spending time working there and allowing myself to feel like I was contributing to the region of my birth.

Taking this issue apart, breaking it into small pieces that I can look at, reflect on, then, hopefully, act on, is what I consider critical thinking: looking at an issue from multiple angles and reflecting on the consequences of multiple courses of action. So why is this important? And how should we teach it?

Why it is important is because for too long whole populations have followed orders, often without either the opportunity or the capacity to question it. And when they have questioned it has been in an instinctive manner rather than a calculated, reasoned one -- and often this has led to bloodshed and more. I strongly believe that for society to move forward in a progressive way, we need to learn how to not only trust our instincts, but also to trust our thought patterns. And we need to learn ways to train our thinking in ways that we can see or "mentalize" issues from different perspectives from our own. When we consider the effect of our action on other people and try to put ourselves in their shoes, that is when we will be making progress.

How do we teach it? Well, that's why I'm at school -- I'm trying to figure that one out!

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

A "new start" or a continuation?

Yesterday I started grad school. A Masters in International Education at the University of Amherst. It's been very intimidating making that shift from conducting a class to receiving instruction; switching from instructor to student. I haven't been on the receiving end for almost 10 years! (oof, I feel a little old when I write that!!!) But the past few days have really got me thinking about my next steps. And what it is that keeps us growing as human beings. We go through this life being givers and takers of information. Hopefully we strike a balance between the two. I've really experienced the feeling of living and growing during the past 48 hours, in a way that I haven't for a while. So I guess it's time to learn.

So the next question I've been asking myself is this: Is this a new beginning for me or is it a continuation? I've decided that perhaps it's a bit of both. I thought it was a new beginning. I have a new home, a new zipcode, a new car (well, used, but new for me!), am no longer working fulltime, am studying, new friends, new grocery shops, new everything. But is it? Since starting classes less than 48 hours ago, I've discovered that life is a funny thing: we're actually learning all the time. Today I went to an international education policy class, thinking I knew absolutely nothing about it. But throughout the class realized that I have been affected by education policy since I can remember -- and have a wealth of experience simply through living! So while I may be in a new place, yes, and I may be making new friends...this next chapter is simply that: a new chapter. Not necessarily a new beginning of the story. Just an opportunity to expand my borders.

Yippee for expansion!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Homeless versus Nomadic

It's been a long loooong time since I last posted to this blog. And during that time I've realized that in my mind there needs to be a distinction between being "Nomadic" and "Homeless." For several years I have felt "nomadic." But for much of the past year I have felt "homeless." Apparently there's a major difference. At least for me there is.

Since May 2008 I have felt distinctly homeless, after being asked to leave Zimbabwe at very short notice (note: euphemism!). Yes, a nomad wanders, but generally has a sense of direction; takes a traditional or established path; or follows a specific mission or purpose. I was caught unawares and had little time to whip up a plan. So I wandered somewhat aimlessly.

That aimless wandering included a hope of returning to Zimbabwe at some undefined date. Although that remains my hope, I discovered I needed a more definite plan. And I needed a home base. One of those two things has been established (enrolled in a Masters program in international ed) , and the other looks like it's not far away (a home-away-from-home).

Why is home important? The old saying goes "Home is where the heart is," and this has definitely been true for me. Although my thoughts and dreams often wander across the world to Africa and specifically to Zimbabwe, my heart is firmly here in the USA and I hope it will be for the next few years. It takes a commitment to be here, in a place I don't fully consider my "home" but that's definitely what it feels like right now.

Does home have to be a physical structure? Not necessarily, but again, I've found it helps! And as of next week, when I move into my new place, I'm hoping that the combination of having my heart and commitment to being here..along with a wonderful new home in which I can feel comfortable and happy in, will bring satisfaction and progress. Stay tuned for updates....:-)

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Reading List

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Saturday, May 31, 2008

16 June, 1976



This is a little early for June 16 -- South Africa's "Youth Day" -- but this week I was substitute teaching for my mum. The students' assignment was to write a poem about 16 June, 1976. So I decided to do the assignment too! 16 June 1976 was the day thousands of South African students marched in protest of the Bantu Education system. Black students were forced to study a sub-standard curriculum and were taught in Afrikaans, the language that, to them, represented their oppressor. Young SA policemen shot unarmed students and ignited violent riots across the country.

Here is a token to those students, in particular Hector Pieterson (above) -- the first child known to have been killed in the June 16 violence.

[this poem should be read aloud....it needs to be vocalized!!]

16 June, 1976:

Amandhla! Amandhla! Amandhla!
Cry Freedom!
The cry, the cry, the cry
becomes a scream
The scream becomes a yell
How can we, how can we
escape from this hell?

Toyi, toyi, toyi, up and down, up and down
All the way through this Soweto town
Toyi, toyi, toyi, can we change, can we change
this system, this apartheid, that will us derange?

We shout, we yell, we fight, we sell
Our future for our past.

Our past we touch, but cannot reach
Our past we know, but cannot teach
Our past we touch, but cannot reach
Our past we know, but cannot teach
Our past, our past
Our past dictates our future.

Our future, what’s our future?
Our futures don’t exist.
How can we touch, how can we hold what it is we do not own?
How can we touch, how can we feel, what has not already grown?
How can we touch, how can we hold, what it is we do not own?
How can we touch, how can we hold what has not already grown?

Our future
Our life
Our future
Our hell.

June 16, it came and went,
How much young hope, blood was spent?
Dreams poured, flooding down the streets
Streets filled with youth, lost, broken, bent.
Our hopes flowed with our shattered lives,
Our broken bodies, broken hearts,
They fled amongst our fleeing feet
Toyi toyi no more, this day is dead.

One shot killed Hector, hope and life
A generation died that night
A nation cut, slashed by a knife
A bloodbath, war-cry, battle, fight.

Where to SA? Where to from here?
A line drawn, ’76, that year
littered with blood, lost hope and fear
A line extends year after year.
’94, so bright a dawn,
A hope that was malformed, stillborn.

South Africa, South Africa
Amandhla! shout or cry no more
No more let children live in screams
And live to grow their adult dreams.

South Africa, South Africa
Free us from our unseemly past
“Let freedom reign” and no more pain
Follow us; please let it last.

Forced nomadicism...!

OK, so I don't think "nomadicism" is actually a word...but is worth a try! And it truly describes my state right now: am in forced "exile" in my own country. How weird is that? Let's go back to April 5 though, when I last posted on here. In the past 2 months Zimbabwe has had an election (presidential AND parliamentary); failed to release presidential results for over a month after the election; released skewed results; holding a re-run in June. Oh, and in-between all that I was almost denied re-entry into Zim after a trip to Botswana, and then told I had to leave the country in 2 days -- which was then extended to 2 weeks. And therefore took myself down to Cape Town. Wow....

The elections? I'm sure I can't add anything new to the discussion around Zim's obviously flawed elections. Needless to say, we are still waiting for change. Imagine, even sitting in another country, I hesitate to write too much about anything political because I know how peculiar they can be with their "media" laws in Zim and I would hate to be refused entry a second time due to this (severely neglected!) blog!! But quite clearly we need change, we want change, and currently Zim is experiencing over 1,000,000% inflation. Insanity? Yea...

I arrived in South Africa to witness the xenophobic violence that has hit this country in the past two weeks. Your heart bleeds for these Zimbabweans, Mozambicans, Angolans, Somalians who are here legally and who are not in a position to return to the chaos of their own countries -- and who have now been displaced, attacked or killed simply because they are from a different African country. Why did this happen? Supposedly because foreigners are taking jobs away from South Africans. Truly? I don't know. I feel there is not enough information shared in S.A. about the need for foreign skills. For example, we have a severe shortage of teachers in South Africa. Without foreign teachers, well-qualified foreign teachers, South African students would not get an education.

Another point: during South Africa's liberation struggle foreign countries gave refuge to thousands of South Africans involved in the struggle. Other African countries gave us military bases nad tremendous support, without which we may not have achieved freedom. And we repay these foreigners' children, now seeking refuge in South Africa, with death and complete alienation. It is disgusting.

I have always had mixed feelings about being a South African. As a child I felt ashamed to be a product of the apartheid system and to be living in a country that so obviously discriminated against certain sectors of society. But after 1994 I felt liberated, as an individual and as a citizen. I felt like my country of birth had done something monumental -- taken freedom without heeding the natural pull towards civil war. We achieved what many countries have not achieved: a rainbow nation.

But during the past two weeks I have again felt ashamed to be South African. At a time when we should all be working together to build a stronger country and continent we have taken the lower road, the more shameful road of attacking people who are "different." We should know better.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Onion economics (oh, and elections)

While Zimbabwe holds its collective breath, hoping that this is indeed the "Final Push" (i.e. that our president is finally going to step down and respect the electoral laws and vote of the people) we continue with our upside-down lives. I say "upside-down" because it is only in Zimbabwe that you could have hundreds of millions of dollars in your bag (if not billions) and yet still not be able to afford a basic meal!

In fact, I've decided to call Zimbabwean economics "Onion Economics." Let me explain: a few nights ago some friends and I were discussing how expensive onions and tomatoes were. Yes, we can almost understand onions being expensive. Why? Because we are importing them. (crazy, yes, but true) But tomatoes grow easily in Zim and are in fact more expensive by weight. Why? And why exactly are these two simple vegetables (some may claim tomato is a fruit, but that's a debate for another day) more expensive than beef?? None of this makes sense!

Last week I bought 3 small onions for $40,000,000. Yes, $40 million! Admittedly that is equal to approx. US$1 on the parrallel market here in Zim, but it is a huge amount of money for 3 small onions. When my friends and I were bemoaning the state of the onion, one also mentioned how he used to use an onion without thinking about the cost of it. And if an onion went bad in his fridge, he simply threw it away. Now, however, is a different story: now we use half an onion, and leave the other half in the fridge. When we find that half, we split it in half again and almost miraculously manage to make a single onion stretch over 3 meals! This is why I call this craziness "Onion Economics." Now we await some concrete election results...

Thursday, March 06, 2008

To change, or not to change...that is the question!

It is the question indeed. Or at least it is the question du jour! “Change what?” I hear you ask. Forex, of course!

Yesterday I heard that world-renowned Zimbabwean musician, Oliver Mtukudzi, will be performing at the Harare International Conference Center this weekend. The ticket cost? A mere $100 million for pre-booked tickets; $200 million at the door! No big deal, right?

Right! Unless you don’t have hundreds of millions to throw away on a night out.

But this is where the dilemma of being a foreigner (with the requisite “forex,” or foreign currency) becomes an issue. Do I pass up a chance at watching this incredible musician for a matter of US$4? Just because I don’t have the Zim cash on hand? Or do I suck it up and change the forex and go to the concert? The problem with changing forex is that you know you won’t be able to buy it back (hence my panic in my previous posting!)

I decided it was worth the US$4 and today managed to get the incredible rate of Z$25,000,000:US$1…so guess I’ll be going to see Tuku on Saturday! That is, if the tickets haven’t sold out……but what are the chances of that in these times of hyperinflation?!