Group on Signal Hill

Group on Signal Hill
Back row: Avery, Kelsey, Ainsley, Patrick, Wylie, Erin, Ethan, Janiel, Larissa: Third Row: Tekowa, Anna, Audrey, Jerard, Andrew, Carl, Allie; Second Row: Elise, Aimee, Vara, Carolyn, Melissa, Morgan, Liz, Erica, JR; Front Row: Savitri, Brianna, Sharon, Lindsay, Andrea

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As anyone who has participated in this program will attest, there are no words or pictures that can begin to adequately capture the beauty of the scenery or hospitality of the people in Cape Town. Therefore, this blog is merely intended to provide an overview of the program and a glimpse at some amazing adventures and life-changing experiences had by the students and staff of this program who have traveled together as co-educators and companions on the journey. As Resident Director and Faculty Advisor since 2008 it has been a privilege and honor to accompany an incredible variety of wonderful UConn students to a place we have all come to know and love.

In peace, with hope, Marita McComiskey, PhD


07 April 2013

Andrew's reflections on Soweto and Sharpeville


Earlier in the semester, when I first learned about these two places in class, I didn’t think they were much more than places where some violent riots had occurred.  But visiting the sites was extremely powerful and made me feel lots of confusion and anger.

In 1976 in Southwestern Township, Soweto, students started to peacefully march in protest of the Bantu Education system, which forced native speakers to take their classes in Afrikaans. As they were marching, the Afrikaaner policemen started to open fire on the students, killing and injuring many.  The Hector Pieterson museum, in memory of Hector Pieterson, a 13 year old boy who was defenselessly killed, told the story in detail, but I am still left with a bunch of questions.  The first is that I don’t know how people could just kill innocent children—they must have had some other reason besides that they were black and protesting apartheid…I don’t know how those policemen could live with themselves after what they did.  Also, I find it interesting that (classified) coloured people, especially the majority in the Western Cape, were supporting the blacks protesting Afrikaans because for coloureds, their first language is Afrikaans.  But from what I was explained, the forced requirement to learn in Afrikaans was simply a metaphor for oppression during apartheid.

On March 21st, 1960 in Sharpeville, a township outside of Johannesburg, 69 people (as young as 12 years old) were killed and 180 were injured after they protested the local polices station for having to carry their passbooks.  This day is now celebrated nationally as Human Rights Day.  Seeing the police station and the cemetery gave me yet another reminder of the inhuman suffering people endured under apartheid.  Why couldn’t the police, who rightfully were afraid of the masses of people burning a piece of paper, use rubber bullets—why did they have to use armored tanks? No one would think that the police would try to wipe everyone out—even the protesters who were told by a black policeman that they would be killed by the white policemen didn’t think the police were capable of doing something like this.

Just like many human injustices have happened around the world, we can never forget what happened and we need to understand why it happened so that this can never happen again.

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