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Third year here
Today’s my third blog anniversary. Well done me.. although there’s been many droughts and in particular up to very recent times I hardly wrote at all, it’s not a problem. It’s nice to be here now and hey, three years, I must be bit older and wiser than I was and world has changed a bit as well. Even if no one else would have followed these thoughts for three years (and I know for a fact that at least my dad to whom these work as lessons in English has), at least I have online documentation of what I thought and how between 2005 and 2008 and then beyond. I think that’s pretty great. This has been my platform to learn about the online environments and the other place I work a lot these days is our company Voxpop Africa Media website. My wife Amkelwa also became a blogger this week and check her site Inner Sense here.
Posted in Welfare Sate of Mind
Photographs from anti-xenophobia demonstration
After posting my previous post I immediately found myself in the middle of a major demonstration against xenophobia. While my wife Amkelwa was interviewing the participants I was busy taking photographs. I have been taking photos of demonstrations before and it’s notable that the photos tend to always end up looking more dramatic and intense than what the actual event did. I suppose that has got to do with the fact that photographer finds him/herself drawn to the dramatic scenes, rules out uninteresting, which most often means calm and peaceful scenes and people, whether they are shouting and chanting peacefully or angrily tend to look similar and our mind conditioning, especially in the case of Moslems is that surely they are upset. That is also why coming back from such an event and checking the pool of photos myself, I end up feeling torn about the seriousness of what I witnessed. And in the name of clarity, I mean seriousness as in was there a personal threat to me, not was the issue at hand serious.
Having said this, check the photographs from this link. As said we also recorded audio and are currently working on that.
Amkelwa doing interviews in anti-xenophobia demonstartion in Cape Town.
Posted in Cape Town, demonstartion, xenophobia
Xenophobia: The poverty of terminology and just in general
I had started writing about the South African situation earlier but I wasn’t quite ready then. I am talking about what has been largely, at least here if not internationally, called the xenophobic violence. I am obviously a foreigner in South Africa so xenophobia should be my concern but I never was convinced that the term in itself quite addresses the problem at hand. Surely what took place falls under the xenophobia, but it’s not all of it. Much like all carrots are vegetables but not all of the vegetables are carrots, and the reason why it’s important to get first a bit stuck with rhetoric is that not being clear about what we are dealing with can be counterproductive and at best confusing and focusing on the wrong things. See, in South Africa xenophobia is a commonly used word. No one here needed to be explained what it means as it’s been part of the public discourse for a good long while and these recent incidents were just examples of that. I have never experienced any hostility as a foreigner and no one has ever suggested that I came here to take the jobs and women although I kind of did (well only one woman, but still).
Having lived four years in UK I must admit that I did experience xenophobia at times, but I never heard the word itself. In Europe we don’t like to use these words but we rather all, silently if possible, agree that there are some citizens who don’t like people coming from other countries. Therefore, when talking about xenophobia in South Africa it has been made to sound more serious problem on non-physical level. I’ll come into the physical damage in a moment and I am not the one to belittle the suffering of people, deaths and thousands who were forced to move to the temporary refugee camps, who lost their property and businesses and who had to, or still have to leave the country. There’s no way one could undermine that horror, but I think that in order to understand we have to look a little deeper. Also, as the country still has a group of people who’d love nothing more than to see the young democracy failing so they could say “told you so”, makes focusing on the immediate problem like trying fix a broken leg with a band aid.
I had a very interesting chat with a friend of mine this week and he said that this has got very little to do with xenophobia and I for one was convinced. I had been thinking about it before, but he just put it so well that I wanted to finally write it down. The reason is of course poverty; an extreme case of it as well. After the 1994 elections many people have raised their standard of living tremendously. There’s a whole new middle class and a lot of capital that is now, unlike before, not under the thread of leaving the country as soon as someone says something like land reform, redistribution of wealth or nationalising any of the stolen resources (I don’t mean BEE – the affirmative action as it’s tackling the issue from the different angle). There is, however, a large part of the society who hasn’t been helped yet. They still continue to live in poverty and they are not happy about it. While I have no mandate to speak on anyone’s, especially not on their behalf, I’d say that they feel failed by the government.
As sad as this is, I am not sure what kind of miracle workers would have sorted the whole post-apartheid mess which obviously wasn’t created by them, but the main thing is that for many, things haven’t improved despite of the great hopes. I’m not saying government has been perfect, far from it, but fourteen years isn’t a long time in any country’s history.
The new South Africa has since its beginning had the burden of high expectations. From oppression everyone thought that it’d be possible to transform into the most tolerant country in the world in few years and all this of course peacefully. That the people who the racist regime denied to have a proper education would just as if by magic become educated and equality would fall in place. I can’t help but think that this was mainly expected by the so called western world because racism is anyway a sore topic which we’d rather not discuss and the international community and the pan-European world was relieved that we didn’t have to be embarrassed by apartheid any further. South African peaceful transition was also, it seems, seen as a forgiveness for all of the western corporations and governments who supported apartheid and benefited from it. No one ever took responsibility and whole mess was left for the ANC to deal with. Nothing would be more naïve than to think that problems on this scale disappear like that, and it’s pointless to say that “but Mandela said so“, because it was his job to talk about the Rainbow Nation and I doubt that anyone would have done his job better. The task of the government here isn’t very easy; I am certainly not jealous.
So the problem is poverty and the frustration over the government because of it. And extreme problems create extreme reactions and this is what happened here. Of course it’s not just poverty but many things that played their part, but arguably, all the other problems will ease a lot when poverty is eradicated as much as it can be.
I can only talk about countries where I have lived like Finland, Denmark, UK and Ireland, and no doubt in all of these some of the ones worse off blame the foreigners for their shorter end of the stick. I am not even sure why it happens like that, but it does. They use derogatory names, smaller scale violent attacks and so on. And in South Africa it’s no different except that the situation is more extreme and the reaction is more extreme as well. The trouble makers are in all of these places a minority of people and indeed in South Africa the vast majority of the country has raised up to protest against the situation. The public discourse has been impressive and listening to radio’s phone-in shows I can only wish that other countries could reach the same level of taking responsibility and talking about the problem openly. I wish that white South Africans would have had a similar process after the apartheid and more importantly they should have had one during it.
The reason why I and the other people coming from the more expensive countries aren’t targeted is because we generally don’t live where the poverty is worst. This is also part of why I feel that the xenophobia as a term isn’t really explaining the situation and also supports the idea of what is the root of the problem. I don’t live in the most exclusive area, but I do live centrally and I doubt anyone in my building would have any problems with me or anyone including any of the security guards and residents who come from all over Africa like in so many places here.
So in my opinion South Africa is not more xenophobic country than any other. There’s a problem with it, but it isn’t a bigger one than say in my home country Finland. South Africa is probably the most self-critical country with the most cynical media, but not the most xenophobic. It also is the only country where I have lived that has actually, even if just because they had to, taken the issue of xenophobia seriously. It’s a young democracy and while I am not its citizen (although I am a resident) I am proud to be here. I don’t wish to support the notion of us against them especially since the media cannot get enough of it. I am sad by what has happened here and once more I want to emphasise that I am not undermining anyone’s suffering, but I don’t think that it can be credited on hate but frustration which turned into hateful actions. While the government doesn’t talk about it, I’m sure they understand it and the people (or should I say the person) who enjoy the support of the people start showing some leadership and not just hiding behind the lines ready to take over when problem has become much bigger.
Posted in poverty, South Africa, xenophobia
Barking at Dogs
I can’t believe I am thinking about dogs. It’s unbelievable because in my life I haven’t spent too much time to think about the animals in general, but now, I am thinking about dogs in specific. Dogs in South Africa are very different to the ones I grew to know (or I suppose not to know too well) in Finland. These dogs here aren’t cute by anyone’s standard and as they keep me up barking in the middle of the night, I doubt that many people nearby here consider them friends, not to even mention the very best friend.
See, in South Africa dogs serve a purpose. I could say their purpose is to kill and sound really over the top, but I don’t think in reality that is too far from the truth. If I may be a bit more precise then let me rephrase and say that their purpose is to, if not keep away, then seriously wound anyone who is not welcome to the owner’s yard.
Well, say what you say, but dogs aren’t that intelligent that unlike those people at the airport customs they could pretend that there is some kind of randomness in their harassment. Dogs just bark at anything at any time of the day and their owners don’t look too bothered. I suppose the way they see it they have as much reason to be bothered as someone who bought a car that works; their “pets” are doing exactly what they are supposed to. If you are close enough to have a problem from aggressive barking and general threatening attitude of these beasts (even if it’d be behind a fence) then it really is your problem, not the owners one.
I don’t know if all of this qualifies as enough to make any kind of conclusions about anything, but I suppose the thing that is in my mind is that certain problems, like crime for instance, are twofold: first one is obvious, someone steals your belongings or hurts you, and the other, the people who try to counter it by taking liberties and stopping to think about anything else but themselves and their survival. Whether that is the case or not, I must say on the record that as someone who never liked dogs much, I really don’t like them right now and I am increasingly suspicious about their owners as well.
Posted in dogs, South Africa
The End of an Era
I remember back in 2003 I did few radio shows with a friend of mine for the university station. We called our show Welfare Society. It was my idea; my mate thought it was a stupid name, but I insisted. Later on that year, after a verbal warning (for playing music in language other than English; apparentely we should have applied for a special permission) had ended our initiative at the university station another friend suggested that I should call another project Welfare State or even better, Welfare State of Mind. I liked that. It has got musical references and I felt that it explains my approach (which later on proved to be just wishful thinking as I guess not that many got it).
I started this web blog with the same name in 2005 while I was in a hospital drip. My first ever post was talking about the situation in Zimbabwe partly with my own anecdotes and just in general. I guess it’d be pretty current post for now as well as the great country of Zimbabwe is sorting out its politics. Really the point of the blog was an experiment. I wanted to learn how blogging works and what it can achieve, what is RSS technology (at the time it was rather new), and what gets your site some visitors (I guess I never worked that out tremendously well, but I think I still got the idea at least in theory). Of course it’s been beyond an experiment. Blog without posts is like radio with no sound. So this space become a platform for me to let the steam out and just offer my self-righteous and obnoxious opinions for everyone to give a toss about – and why not, isn’t that what the blogs are for. I suppose it’s (just about) better than to do it in a taxi queue after a night out.
Some time after the opening of blog, still in 2005, I arrived to Cape Town. I started my internship at Bush Radio where they were expecting a female and I was expecting to produce radio drama. Neither party got what they expected, but on top of training people to edit sound, I ended up doing a radio show; I certainly wasn’t expecting that, but hey, I like doing radio so I was very flattered. Being in a country like South Africa and being offered a large audience, few hours a week and creative control over the content and the music is a great opportunity.
The first thing that was obvious was that I can’t just do a show about Kwaito, local jazz or any other musical genre that my audience could have done better than me. That me being an outsider and a foreigner I must do something that adds value to the output of the station and is useful for the community in one way or the other. I had been interested in Hip Hop since I was a kid and in 1998 my perspective to it started changing. That’s when I bought few records that changed things: Min Sjätte Sinne by Petter and Vägen Tillbaka by Ken, two Swedish records that were and still are great (regardless of the more recent material from the former, which is a bit too so so for my liking). I realised that American Hip Hop isn’t all there is and those records sounded so Swedish that it just made me wonder how other cultures and countries communicate their lives through the medium of Hip Hop. So yeah, from that on I was on that tip and that was the tip I decided my radio show at Bush would be. I tried few other things with community based interviews and I had few of them. The whole thing was just trying to come together at that point and eventually I dropped the idea of talking about anything else but music and to be just unashamedly a music specialist show with music and interviews and talk around it.
It worked nicely, I thought, and I felt that I could find interesting tracks and in the process of producing this show I found so much exiting music from places I never dreamed about finding music from. Not that I thought that they don’t have it, just that I thought that it wouldn’t be available. Countries like Lebanon, Chile (they have a very strong scene) and Bulgaria. On top of those from over 70 other countries. I interviewed some interesting people and met online many more. I made many very talented friends through the show and it was the best hobby I’ve ever had. I felt that the show had cool playlist every week and that the music was relevant and catchy. I was also pretty happy about the sound imaging of the programme. I was also particularly proud of the fact that out of my initiative the programme became pilot project for the station as I took its production overseas and we broadcasted it with some help from the internet technology every week for 2 and half years.
Well, maybe you noticed that I am talking about all of these things in a past tense (maybe you read my previous post in which I hinted about this) and indeed it is true that I decided to quit doing the show. So thanks for everyone who helped me out, sent tracks and came to the interviews, to everyone who listened even once and everyone who gave feedback. It all is so much appreciated.
Now it’s time to do other things and I am hoping to write more about my initiative which is more business like than the ones mentioned before. Well, I say more, but what I mean is that it’s purely a business venture and I am very exited about that, but at the moment I am not getting into the details (so you don’t steal them, ey), but the idea is keeping me and my wife very busy and it is very much audio based.
So, the end of an era is a beginning for a new one.
Posted in Bush, radio, Welfare Sate of Mind











