Saturday, March 8, 2008

Some arguments you never see coming.

And I’m of course not referring to forgetting your significant other’s birthday, who put who’s hand in a bowl of warm water whilst they sleep, or even accidently schmearing your roommates mango body butter on a bagel for a rather surprisingly delicious breakfast delight. No, this week’s update comes from a whole new genre. We’re not going to discuss weekly updates of the ole’ Usakos variety (due in part of the lack thereof…) but rather general musings and interesting conversations I’ve encountered thus far.

The first as I’ve said - is an argument I don’t think anyone coming here would expect.
Apartheid – good or bad? Usually one’s answer is fairly certain to predict. Apartheid seems to be in that list with global warming, egg yolks, Cher on tour, Ann Coulter, and fake suntan cream – almost universally despised despite a few advent fans in the wings huffing glue. Honorable mentions to this list include the movie Blair Witch 2 and those that actually cared what their GPA’s were. What usually strikes one as odd is when one argues in the other light, especially when it comes from the least likely source.

Fact: Hearing an old, black, native African tell you life was better under Apartheid will make you stop, collaborate, and listen.

It’s something that when you get to the bottom of it, you can almost believe despite the years of the obvious ethical and moral offenses. Simply, his argument was, well, simple. Once the whites were removed from power and Namibia was granted its independence in 1990, the blacks and coloreds (an inoffensive and “appropriate” term here,) gained power. Unfortunately, so goes the argument, those that took power were undereducated, contained an unbounded lust for power, and most appalling trait of corruption.

Now I am not of course attempting to commit a causal oversimplication and overlooking the years of a lack of an affordable and reliant education and health system for the underprivileged majority – it just takes you by surprise when someone that underwent the some of the worst human rights violations of the globe tell you that life was better under this regime. I was rendered speechless when he closed his argument.

“Look, life under apartheid f’ing sucked – our schools sucked, our jobs sucked, we had no health system, and no way to support ourselves. But at least when the white man was in power, he made his ass sure to get things done. And sure, he took from us. But it really doesn’t compare when your brother takes more. Look at now, our schools and health still suck, and we still have no job. The difference is now we’re told that things are better. How? ”

These are stories that you never hear about.
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Warning: offensive language ahead, but apparently only for Americans.
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“Hey, my nigger – want some bananas?”

I’m almost embarrassed that I didn’t realize he was speaking to me (Obviously!) After all, there are several reasons why he would address me as such. Sure, l admit I’ve lived a hard knock life – what, with Khol’s running out of Khakis, Cory stealing my towels to dry his car, and tvlinks pulling off old episodes of Felicity off its site. But still…

I’ve always found linguistics to be an interesting thing. The inherited power that comes with words and the emotions that so easily develop have always seemed to be an interesting facet for our behaviors. But once again, I find myself beside a situation that I wouldn’t have predicted prior to my arrival. Here in Namibia, the word nigger carries almost no negative connotation, but rather it carries the meaning reinforced by almost every crappy exported American rap song. It’s a term of endearment, brotherly love, and what appears to be a deranged sense of love.

Fact: Hearing two little children call each other niggers in front of their grandmother and father will make you stop and do a double take. Multiple times.

I’ve wondered several times it would really be worth the effort to explain the origins of the word and it’s assumed meaning. I mean, it is very interesting to hear how such a polarizing word to change substance, but would it really be worth the matter? Doesn’t this neutralize the word as New York wanted to when it hosted a “public burial” for the word? Is it different? How? I’m thinking I’m not going to say anything and they’d be better off. What do you think?
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Next for your amusement: Here is a list of common beliefs about America that I’ve heard. Now granted, many aren’t common, I may have heard several once or twice. But regardless - Enjoy.
- Because I live in New York, I’ve met and am friends with Jay-Z, Beyonce, Eminem, and the women that appear in music videos.
- There are no poor people. Anywhere. Except for Kentucky. (That’s pretty funny ‘cause I’ve actually heard that.)
- Every women can be domesticated and trained, no matter how independent they are. (That made me giggle.)
- Even though New York City has a population more than four times than that of ALL of Namibia (total pop. ~2mil) , I should know everyone.
- HIV/AIDS doesn’t exist there, or that we have a cure.
- Colin Powell is black
- Americans aren’t overweight – that’s impossible.
- Brad Pitt really is in a Fight Club, and George Clooney is incredibly rich from all the money he stole in the Ocean’s movies.
- Everyone owns a house like on MTV’s Cribs. Apparently I own a pool shaped like a dollar sign.
- Most of the single people that date in the US are like the people on “Next!” (I thought that was funny until we learned it was a true belief. Then it made us depressed and sad.)
- Flavor Flav is a man of unparalleled sex appeal. (…wtf? Heard this twice.)
- Excluding gangs, there are no racial tensions, violence, or profiling in America. (…)
- Women that work are lesbian, despotic, volatile or psychologically unstable. Perhaps all of the above.
- That also goes for single women above the age of about 18. Just forget it if you’re above 27.
- All Americans know where Namibia is, as well as its local politics. (uhh…….right)

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From here on out, these are just points of interest and random sides. First word of note: My trip later this spring to Italy and Greece was completely and finally granted, approved, and signed-off on. Skippy! And here’s the super-diabetes-inducing-sugar-chocolate-sauce on top: I get to meet both my parents and Karen there.

Like my father says, “Life is like sex. It’s always good – but sometimes, its great.”

So fyi, if you feel like sending or writing to me at all in April, you may just give it to them prior to May – it’ll in all likeliness get to me earlier, and certainty, safer.

This is me taking a moment to thank Shannon – who sent me about 40 books on CD. Shannon, I figured I’d tell you here because you’d find out much sooner than a letter – I got it today, and I’ve read two already: Inherit the Stars, and The Two Faces of Tomorrow, both by James Hogan. Both are awesome – great recommends. Loved them. Thanks so much! Oh, and of course – the jazz is just plain sexy.

By the way, if you ever wondered what Mango body butter taste like, it taste the same way it smells -Delicious! Not that I would know that, but it’s what I’ve heard.

I think I’ll make my next update specifically for you guys: Ask anything you want, whether it be about me or this place, or perhaps recipes involving nothing and sand. I’ll be honest, because after all – truth is stranger than fiction. And in Namibia, that what’s strange makes for interesting reading material when one is at work with nothing to do. (I’m on to you.)

I figure if you read this far, Congratulations. I’m impressed with your commitment - even I haven’t read this far yet. My suggestion: take an aspirin, and go lie down. Keep your feet in an elevated position, and don’t have someone try and suck the poison out.

That just creates an awkward situation for everyone.

3 comments:

cromwell_the_3rd said...

I can't compete with Andys thought eruption of awesomeness, but I can at least attempt to comment.

When I read your journal "sup niggas!" came to mind, and it might have to be the first thing I say the next time I see you.

It was quite thought provoking hearing about how life under apartheid was better than a free Namibia was mind blowing. It makes perfect sense now but I wouldn't have arrived at that point of view on my own.

Now to help pick your brain, I suppose I would like to know which group of people (class age gender etc) respect/listen to you the most. I don’t know if any group stands out with admiration towards you, or if another group despises you simply for being American and part of the peace corps.

What is your favorite mode of transportation over there? barefoot? Jeep? Dik Dik?

Do you do laundry there? How do you do it? A few times when I was in Australia I washed my clothes by hand in buckets cause I didn’t want to spend money on the machines, but I doubt you have that luxury... do you? I know you have a microwave... don't microwave wet socks, just don't do it.

Finally, I wish to ask you the following: What would be something that Namibians could obtain as a people, which would significantly improve their quality of life, or way of life? Meaning, what change could be made to common thought or their material possessions which you think could really improve their way of life? Nothing too drastic mind you, but something within reason... something manageable.

Take care boyyyy
Rob

Kristen! said...

I'm just not gonna say it...I mean maybe? Nig.....nah. I can't do it.

I think that's part of the problem...we are so opposed to the word; once something becomes taboo, everyone thinks it is a naughty or nasty word to use. It's like that "c" word...you know the one. It never used to be a problem. It's just the problem of ignorance before education. So much easier.

Questions:
Andy, you are awesome---Africa is one of my very favorite songs. In fact we did it as an encore at my recital. Have you blessed the rains?

Is the landscape as beautiful as they say?

What kind of aminals have you seen?

Has the general cynicism gotten to your optimism?

Are they good at poker?

Uhhhh.....erm....I am out of questions.

SteveG said...

"I am not of course attempting to commit a causal oversimplification"

Enough to warm the heart of a critical thinking prof...

"Like that awkward time at the wedding with Gimbel..."

I resemble that comment. Andy, man, it is always weird to find yourself in a place where there used to be a power differential and suddenly there isn't one and now neither one is exactly sure how to act...especially now that you've seen me dance.

But in a sense -- too an extreme, of course --, that's what Nick is seeing on the ground there and the same sort of thing we're seeing in Iraq. When an autocratic regime has been in place a long time, people -- who are incredibly creative and flexible -- will figure out the best ways to manage, even under the worst of circumstances. Once there is stability, even if it is a stable evil dictatorship, people will figure out how to live, how to fall in love, how to sneak in a joke when no one is listening,...

With the best of intentions, the evil is overthrown, but with little planning and certainly insufficient resources to build the country from the ground up. Counter to what neo-con brain-trust Fukyama argued, you can't just get rid of a dictator and expect a liberal democracy to pop up (this was the point of shock and awe).

Without the social and governmental infrastructure, you will not only have new dictators take over for the old ones, keeping the evil in place, just with a new face, but you will have a weak dictator who will constantly be challenged by other dictator-wanna-bes. Thus, you have evil and no stability. The nation will fracture, usually along religious/tribal/ethnic lines, tit-for-tat revenge leads to more chaos and less stability. The groups foment the siege mentality and internal conflict within the groups matches the external conflict between the groups.

It leads people to think back happily on the old evil that at least came with stability -- there was a system and therefore ways to work the system. It does not justify the system, but it does mean that we need to be putting significantly more of the world's resources into helping these folks develop the infrastructure for themselves. Resources like the brains, hearts, backs, and good will of people like Nick. You are a small piece of the solution, my friend, and I admire you more than I can say.