6/16/16

Today we discovered more than just a simple perspective of life. The simple fact that that we had a chance to celebrate ‘Youth Day’ here in South Africa was a honor, and privilege. As a group we decided to go visit the Apartheid Museum, which is also exciting because it is located on the same property as an amusement part. In the apartheid museum, as you first walk in you have an option of either entering in the “Non-Whites” side, or the “Whites” entry. When you first walk in you would think that you would not be able to see the opponents on the other side but it is a jail cell entry. You see the others but you are separated. I picked to go in the “Non-Whites” side so my experience first walking in were identity cards, and paperwork that were from real Africans; as well as the whites side,they just had identity cards. These cards played a dramatic part in the life of southern Africans back in the day. Johannesburg was only build 126 years ago, so it was not that long ago segregation and unequal rights were in act. These identity documents contained blacks, indians, and asians tax reciepts, identity card, a voucher on why they are in the city if near the whites area, plus extra documents of their personal life, the whites only had to carry an identity card. Their excuse for making ‘non-whites’ carry so much information is because “they needed to become more organized, and responsible so that they will not lose their information,etc.”, it was as if they were children. Not to mention the torture that Africans dealt with if they did not have their information in their book. They would immediately be sent to jail, where they were treated worse than animals. Taking showers outside in 46 degree weather, the women walked around with no shoes, nor panties just to be humiliated, do not forget women have mentruals, and would be hit if they would hold in between their legs to stop themselves from bleeding over the floor, and their feet. Another thing that touched me was a photo of a young lady crying because her little sister was crying because she was hungry, and it reminded her that she was hungry too. These type of experiences makes you feel some type of way that is unexplainable. Also visiting the museum we experienced a panel that was held for the youth to voice their opinions on education, and how they feel about youth day in general. It was an exciting experience because it is great to see young people be so involved in their culture, and wanting to build it better by acknowledging their freedom compared to back then. After the panel we witnessed an African dance that was contributed to the youth day. The dance was so inspirational,and it touched you; they could sing and dance. They did more dancing than singing, but the singing is what stood out to me the most. There voices were beautiful, it wet directly with the flow of the beat, they had musicians who made beats for the tribes and tribulations for back then. So you would notice when the beat was soft it was when the youth was trying to find peace, and love without thinking of the apartheid, but when the beat became intense that is when war broke out and it was all odds for the police, or even when helping one another run away when the police were coming. As the day went by we also meant local school children who told their lives of living in South Africa and what it means to them. I myself, also did an interview for social tv describing what youth day meant for me, and why I was visiting South Africa. Overall today was a impeccable day, and it made me gain so much respect for South Africa as a whole.

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2 thoughts on “6/16/16

  1. Annetta, thanks for sharing your experience with us. Sounds like you had an amazing learning and thought provoking experience. Can’t wait to hear more. Gloria Sensel (a former study abroad student)

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