The Borderlands Haunt Us
You may begin to skim through the pictures I have posted up on Facebook and realize that I have done exactly what most people would do when they come to another country. Visit the areas that are most appealing to those with money. The “this is so beautiful” awe moment.
And while I agree that Cape Town has some beautiful tourist-things to do. I feel like I am not really here for that reason. Maybe its imbedded in me because my family hardly ever went on vacation. Vacation to us is going to like Tijuana or something, for the day.
But I feel like this is wrong. Did I ever leave the United States? The remains of apartheid continue to linger within the aura of Cape Town. It’s a beautiful city. But its not what I want to be with.
I feel like I am visiting two different Africas. First, and perhaps the unfortunately most enjoyable, is the one experienced by most tourists. It includes site seeing, appreciating the nature, Tonantzin’s wonders. While the other Africa we’re visiting is one of displacement—the families living in shacks, like you see in religious-based missionary commercials.
But what exactly is more role here?
What is my role as a student, as a student leader, a person with some type of conscious?
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