Monday, February 11, 2013

Memories of Apartheid


Visiting the apartheid museum today, I caught a glimpse into South Africa's moment in history. It was fascinating to see Mandela's roots. Before the articulate, matured product of his twilight years, he was a radical, fiery young man who went the distance for his beliefs.

Other parts of the museum, however, were heartbreaking. Video footage of 1994 Soweto conjured an exact reflection of 2013 Soweto; not much has changed. Sure, some parts have improved, and Bara's volume is less than it used to be (hard to imagine that), but not much else can be shown for the last twenty years. Driving to Bara, there is a large billboard that reads “Soweto, you've come far but you've got a long way to go.” This rings true.

I sense that black South Africans have forgotten the price of opportunity. A young educated white couple (MBAs) explained to me a “backlash of entitlement” among the blacks, a reasonable response to so many years of being deprived. Policies like the BBBE have aggressively redistributed jobs and income, creating bitterness among young educated whites (as well as some educated blacks who decry the crutch). But these handouts have not been accompanied by sustainable economic or educational opportunities. Said differently, the government has given plenty of fish but not taught many to fish.

At Chaf Posi yesterday, I noticed an unusual sight: a large group of young blacks amidst the usual sea of whites (the only place you will find whites en masse in Soweto). I started chatting with them, sharing some of my thoughts. They were lucky ones – they had good paying jobs and could afford to go out. I remarked how they seemed to be a privileged minority, and what his generation – young, educated and empowered blacks – were doing about the state of the nation. “Yeah it is bad, but we are not really doing anything. We just come out and party.” It was disheartening.

For some reason, his words reminded me of the apathy sometims seen in 3rd generation (Asian-American) immigrants. Having never known the struggles of the generations before them, they often are less ambitious, less successful. They have forgotten the price paid by those who paved the way for them.