Thursday, 29 January 2015

Ad'dress'ing racism in schools

Sometimes, I imagine I’m shopping,I come across an outfit that looks amazing and I immediately start looking for my size. Ten minutes in I’m staring at the back of the rack and surveying the whole shop looking for a sales assistant to complain to. I mean, even if the store has only been open for a short period of time and even if they're still only catering to their ‘exclusive’ clients because they haven’t learnt that money is at the end of the day, still money, I still want to vent my outrage at them for not catering for my size you know. It is after all my right to do so, freedom of speech and equality and all that jazz. And truth be told I really want that outfit because I think it’ll make me look great at work and maybe get me that promotion I've been eyeing for a while.

Hell, if I have to squeeze into that smaller size, I’ll do it! Because this store has no right to say I can’t wear this outfit! No, the makers of this dress have no right to say this outfit is too small, sure they may have created the dress, but I’m buying it, right?

This is the train of thought that traveled inside my head, despite the fact that I dislike the aforementioned activity, as I read a recent article where a certain school was said to reject a boy from attending due to his skin colour. Now while I don’t find this particular story any more appetizing than any other race story I found this an interesting piece as I tried to understand this from the parent’s point of view.

From what I understood they wanted, quite desperately, for their son to attend a prestigious school, of which the accused institute was proclaimed to be. But after failing to gain entry they turned to the South African Human Rights Commission to investigate said school as they feel the refusal was unjust.

The article then goes to imply that the parents ‘await’ feedback from the SAHRC while their son sits with no school to go to and all I can do is sit back and assume that they still wish to send their child to the school that refused him entry. The same school they accuse of being race-preferential towards their pupils?

Are they high? No seriously, are they?

I can’t speak for the school on whether or not any of these accusations are true, but regardless of that fact, an accusation was made and now I want to send my child into a place and expect him to be treated fairly and without any consequence of those actions. I’d have to be high to believe that were the case.

Still, these parents give me pause to think of other parents out there that send their kids to school after they have slandered another race for one or another reason, be it at home or in their general lives. It’s like we forget that children are like sponges and absorb it all. Whether it is the twisted principles that are clung so violently by the dying few that infiltrate our schools and spread the disease that is racism or perhaps when it is the ones we look up to in our very own homes who don’t even see their hateful words as the damaging criticism that it is. Children drink it up in gulps of what they think is worthy wisdom and spit it back as they have been so repetitively taught.

But in this particular case, who is really wrong? The school who refused to bring in a child that would unbalance their way of things and possibly suffer from the distorted culture that has been cultivated or the parents who have screamed foul to their twisted attempt at protection demanding entry into what they deem their right of way?


A curious conundrum indeed…

A road by any other name...

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...”
Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet
Act 2; Scene 2

After months of squabbling a section of road finally got itself a name, or renamed I guess. What was wrong with the old one, who knows, I suppose mankind’s inability to stop claiming things as theirs will be to blame one day, but for now let’s just call it ‘acknowledging’ those better than us.

Now while I can’t say whether or not FW De Klerk is a better man than most, having never met the man myself, I say he is a man of history and men like that are quick becoming hard to find as we turn into a society too lazy to create their own way as they live off the legacy of others. But I digress; I remain a human peanut waiting to be disproved by my species.

The recent news of the renaming of Table Bay Boulevard has caused quite the stir and not just because it was in the honor of the last president of our country’s toughest era, but because it showcased quite a bit of power play between the DA and ANC as the latter was locked out on the streets and left to hear about these things like the rest of us while the big people made the decisions. But I suppose that’s what you get for throwing a tantrum and banging your heads on tables like a six year old in a bid to get what you want.

Of course the ANC, along with their supporters were quick to voice their disapproval and while I find myself being able to understand a tiny bit of why they would, due to all those pent up feelings from the dark days suffered under the reign of men who looked like FW De Klerk. I can’t help thinking that maybe it has more to do with the fact that the DA and other involved parties disregarded the whining ANC and pulled their power card, kicking them out and there was nothing the ANC could do about it.

That kind of power play would probably scare me too, especially with a certain campaign being slowly prepared in the background. Ah~ But who am I but a humble human making my observations.

Still, all this fight and spittle over a stretch of road while talks could be conducted on how better to fix our growing power struggle or maybe even address the housing issue or service delivery troubles that never seem to matter enough to take up their time?

It seems to me, our government’s priorities become a teeny tiny bit more twisted as the days go on and all we do is watch and wait for the house of cards to come tumbling down. Honestly, if it were up to me it wouldn't matter how many roads were named after whom or why, be it in honor of or as a cultural reminder. Because at the end of the day the roads would still be roads and they wouldn't matter half as much as the people who traveled on them.


Source:

http://www.timeslive.co.za/thetimes/2015/01/29/anc-locked-out-as-da-renames-highway-after-fw