On Easter Sunday, we arrived at the Hector Pieterson Museum, which
commemorates the Soweto student protest on June 16, 1976. The ambiance of the
museum was very dark and the memorial stirred all of our hearts. The museum
displayed many photographs and captions that recaptured the events leading up
to June 16th. Reading and hearing testimonies of the events was very
burdensome but their stories need to be heard. After reading through statements
of witnesses and protesters, I imagined myself in Soweto, partaking in the
student demonstrations. Would I have chosen to risk my life for the struggle against
apartheid? Bantu Education Act angered black South Africans and they refused to
receive an education solely taught in Afrikaans, also known as the language of
the oppressors. I realized how blessed I am to have the opportunity to freely
study and receive an education in whatever subject I desire.
It was interesting because when we arrived in Johannesburg I just
started reading a nonfiction written by Mark Mathabane, who grew up in
Alexandra, a township we passed driving from Tambo International Airport to the
hotel. As we were going to the Hector Pieterson Museum, I was reading about
Mark’s experience in the Soweto Uprising and his actual account on the day of
June 16, 1976. My trip to the Pieterson Museum, coupled with reading Kaffir Boy, heightened my
knowledge and awareness of how courageous the Soweto students were.
On Monday, Family Day in South Africa, we spent the whole day at the Soweto Boys & GirlsClub. It was so awesome interacting with the kids and helping out with whatever
they needed assistance with. I love working with kids and my internship
placement at the CTRC doesn’t give me many chances to interact with the younger
generation, so I was overjoyed when I got to hangout with kids all day. I made
a game board with Wylie, that we also learned how to play.
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Sharon & Wylie learn to play game on the game board they created for the children |
After we
accomplished the board, many of the girls wanted to play with our hair. It was
so cute how the younger girls would braid our hair and then unravel their
creation just to braid it all over again. Some of the girls gave me some dance
lessons as well, which I am excited to practice in the comfort of my own room
=). Spending the day at the Boys & Girls Club allowed me to reminisce about
past missions trips I participated in with my church. For 3 weeks during the
summer, we help out at a Christian primary school called Logan Hope (Love Our
God and Neighbor) located in the outskirts of Philly. The students are
primarily of Cambodian descendent and they live in a poverty stricken
community, plagued with gang violence and drugs. Now that I think of it, there
are many similarities between the two organizations working in their respective
areas. During our 3 week stay, our team develops strong bonds with the students
and teachers at Logan Hope and that keeps us coming back each and every summer.
In the same way, I wish that I could come back to the Soweto Boys and GirlsClub frequently to develop significant relationships with the kids.
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Pillars outside the Apartheid Museum: Democracy, Equality, Reconciliation, & Diversity |
The Apartheid Museum was incredible. The setup, in terms of the
layout of the museum, and the exhibits were informative in a way to allow
individuals with no knowledge of apartheid to fully understand South Africa’s
struggle for freedom and equality. The museum was so big that we can literally
spend the whole day there, but we only had until lunchtime. Luckily, we had a phenomenal
tour guide to help us navigate the awaiting exciting information. My favorite
exhibit in the museum was one dedicated for Nelson Mandela. I do not think I
realized how pivotal and gargantuan his role was in the struggle for freedom
during the apartheid, but as I spent a considerable amount of time reading
about his accomplishments and watching his televised public appearances, I was
amazed by his achievements and humbleness. At the entrance to his exhibition,
there were many portraits of the leader in chronological order. From far away,
the portraits look like photographs but in reality, they were paintings created
by a very talented artist (I unfortunately forgot the name). The artist was
asked to paint Mandela’s portrait while he was in 27 years of imprisonment
because there was no way of knowing how Mandela was aging. It was unbelievable
how the artist captured Mandela’s exact facial features just by copying the
most recent photo of Mandela available at that time and manipulating the aging
process with his paintbrush.
My favorite part of the exhibition was the Mandela walk, where the
museum categorized many of Mandela’s profound quotes by content and a
corresponding color. They included my favorite Mandela quote under the respect
category, which is, “For to be free is not merely casting off one’s chains, but
to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.” This quote
really resonates with me because I do believe that it is the duty for every
human to live in a way that helps fight in the struggle for the realization of
human rights everywhere. It is crazy to think that we only have less than 3
weeks left in Cape Town. I do not want to leave this beautiful country but I
know I will be coming home as a changed person with a passion to help those who
are oppressed.
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