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


08 April 2013

Tekowa cannot comprehend human hatred


THE MORE I KNOW THE LESS I UNDERSTAND

So for the first week of April we all went to Johannesburg. During that week we packed a lot in. The thing that I can’t shake or forget was the Apartheid Museum. The museum did a really good job of showing how carefully crafted the system of apartheid was and how it permeated the minds and consciousness of the people of South Africa. What the museum really did was make things very real to me. There was one section of the museum with three screens, all playing footage of riots during the anti-apartheid movement and it was war. It was really heartbreaking to see so much anger, frustration, sadness, and hatred erupt and to know that what I was watching happened in my lifetime. I can’t even imagine living in that kind of environment, essentially in a war zone. I feel very lucky that that’s never been my experience or reality. In another section of the museum there was a military tank, the same kind that was used in the Sharpeville Massacre of 1960 and I can’t explain how it felt to stand next to that. We were also all allowed to walk into it, and I felt overwhelmingly sick and sad sitting in the same seats where someone else had sat not too long ago and shot at civilians… mothers, children, fathers, sisters, brothers etc. I couldn’t stay inside for long and walked away asking myself “what have we done? What have we created?” I don’t understand how we (as a human race) CHOOSE to foster and promote such hatred. We put so much time and energy into finding new ways to oppress each other and kill each other and for what? All because we have this perverted idea that some must prosper off of the suffering of others. I left the museum with a better understanding of history but less understanding of human nature. It seems the more that I know the less I understand.

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