We had such a good time riding the red line bus we hopped on the blue line the very next day. Some of the stops overlapped, with the exception a few places, notably the Kirstenbosch Gardens and a township. The concept of Kirstenbosch reminded me of The Oregon Garden, but the similarities ended there. Kirstenbosch showcases indigenous South African plants and flowers in a protected, natural habitat. The gardens are nestled under the magnificent Devils Peak with lots of sprawling grassy spaces for picnics, or in our case – cartwheels and leaps! We could have spent hours meandering along side paths, discovering all the botanical wonders. Instead we made the most of our 90 minutes, then climbed back on the blue line to maximize our time.
Beneath the veneer of Cape Town’s beauty and sophistication exists the scar of apartheid. The political, economic, and social oppression of the black majority by the white minority lasted for about 50 years. Even though it’s been officially eradicated since 1994, life for blacks and coloreds (a politically correct term that refers to mixed races) continues to be one of inequity. For example, only 14% of blacks graduate from high school and seek higher education compared to 65% of whites. When they were coerced from their homes and neighborhoods decades ago (for example, District Six, which I wrote about in my last post) it was essentially forced emigration to the outskirts of the city in the worst areas, and those townships still remain. I had to witness for myself what a township was all about. Somewhere inside me there’s a cultural anthropologist who comes alive every time I travel to a new country!
The blue line offered a one hour guided walking tour of Imizamo Yethu. Our guide, Kenny, lives in Imizamo Yethu, a township of 16,000. Upbeat and easy-going, Kenny readily answered our questions and encouraged our group of 8 to take photos. At first it felt somewhat voyeuristic, and I asked Kenny if the residents minded us observing their daily lives so closely. He answered, “Oh no. They have hope. Today is better than yesterday. Tomorrow will be better than today.”
The photos speak for themselves about their dreadful living conditions. We had the opportunity to actually go in one township home. The entire dwelling was the size of a bedroom in an average American home. One makeshift divider separated the kitchen/living room from the sleeping room. I was surprised to see a new-model washing machine leaned up against the wall, taking up more than half the kitchen space. When I asked Kenny about it later, he replied nonchalantly, “She (the mom of the house) wanted to buy it. She works.” When it comes to work, about 60% of township residents are employed, 10 % are self-employed, and 30% are unemployed. These statistics slip below the rest of Cape Town, where the unemployment rate skyrockets at 35%. According to Mary Burton (Peace and Reconciliation Commissioner who we met our first day), this is due to not enough qualified workers for the available jobs.
As we trekked through the township, the streets teemed with energy. Music blared and cars chugged up and down the alleys. A café worker cooked chicken outside over an open fire, young men washed cars, women strolled back from church, kids ran around gleefully (the kids asked me to take their photo), and barbers gave haircuts. Lots of people seemed to be hanging out, passing the time on this fine Sunday afternoon.
It dismayed me to learn that up to 20 families have to share one outhouse in Imizamo Yethu. The outhouses and piles of garbage bags contributed to the stench in certain parts. This township has suffered fires and floods because of its lack of sturdy infrastructure and the tight proximity of the homes. However, not everyone lives in a shack. In 2005, an Irish pub tycoon pledged $R10 million for the Niall Mellon Township Initiative. Hundreds of Irish volunteers constructed 100 homes in 12 days. Families wait patiently on the government housing list to someday get selected for a basic 3 bedroom home. Kenny walked us down a street where the government continues to build more homes, inspired by the initiative. Our group was surprised to discover how self-sufficient Imizamo Yethu is. Seven preschools (run by welfare organizations), one night school (for parents who never completed their education), a computer center, an employment agency (called “Work Now”), and a community hall all help serve the needs of the community. The computer center was astonishingly modern; residents sign up for tutoring and online sessions. According to Kenny, it is sponsored by a company in the United States.
Sigh. A dull ache settled behind my eyebrows as I climbed back on the blue line bus. Finally, true understanding eclipsed my limited knowledge of apartheid and the raw fact that South Africa still has miles to go before true equality is achieved for blacks and coloreds. I continued to grasp how my stereotype of poverty has been so narrow. The abysmal conditions were overwhelming and I struggled to make sense of what I had seen and learned. Relief, guilt, disgust, sympathy, and a host of other emotions swirled inside me as the ocean breezes wafted through the top level of the bus, keeping us cool. The blue line wound through the lavish Camps Bay and Clifton Beach for the second day in a row, but I viewed them with clearer eyes this time. So many questions and so few answers. The photos below illustrate the astounding paradox that exists in Cape Town.
Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living. ~Miriam Beard