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As anyone who has participated in UConn's Education Abroad in Cape Town will tell you, there are no words to adequately explain the depth of the experiences, no narratives to sufficiently describe the hospitality of the people, and no pictures to begin to capture the exquisite scenery. Therefore this blog is only intended to provide an unfolding story of the those co-educators who are traveling together as companions on this amazing journey.

As Resident Director of this program since 2008 it is once again my privilege and honor to accompany another group of remarkable students to this place I have come to know and love.

In peace, with hope,
Marita McComiskey, PhD

(marita4peace@gmail.com)

Monday, March 28, 2016

Molly making connections and asking probing questions

When we learned about the Sharpeville Massacre and the Soweto Uprising in class and read about them in our nonfiction books, it was easy to see that they were heartbreaking tragedies that should have never happened. As skeptical as I am about the necessity of traveling to understand historical events, visiting Sharpeville and Soweto made me understand just how recent these tragedies were. The visits also made me think about the way in which we remember victims/revolutionaries. This quote from Hector Pieterson’s sister, Antoinette Sithole, was displayed in Soweto’s Hector Pieterson Museum: “When my brother was killed in the June 16 student uprising, he was just a 13 year old schoolboy. But this does not justify the heroism around him as a martyr.” When parents and family members were denied the ability to hold a mass funeral for all of the people who were killed in the violent aftermath of the Soweto Uprising, they chose one child’s funeral to be a symbolic funeral for all the others. Hector Pieterson seemed like a reasonable choice as the image of his dead body had gained the most media attraction for this particular uprising. It’s a sad fact of many of these movements that a child’s body must become a symbol for the media and for outsiders to cling on to. Children’s bodies are especially potent because of their inherent innocence. The following media narrative is similar to what we would see today: Hector was just a 13-year-old boy who wanted to be educated in his own language, and he didn’t deserve to die. There is nothing false about this statement, but the language in “he didn’t deserve to die” implies that others did deserve to die. Perhaps I’m reading into this tragedy with too modern a lens, but it’s difficult to see the videos and hear the testimonies from the Soweto Uprising and not draw comparisons with today’s Black Lives Matter movement. It’s disgusting to see that in the sixties and seventies, white people were more concerned about the safety of their possessions than with black lives, but the exact same comments can be heard from white people on CNN, FOX, or MSNBC positioned next to rolling clips of riots and looting.

I was disappointed that we didn’t spend more time in the downtown area of Johannesburg, and I really hope that I’ll be in a position to visit the city again in the future. I’ve been thinking a lot about bucket lists and things that I need to do before I leave South Africa, and visiting Soweto made me stop and realize what a privilege it is to have a bucket list, or to think that I might return somewhere in the future. Seeing the cemetery and the tombstones of all those fighters who died under the age of 21 reminded me that every second I have on earth is a privilege, and that I’ve already seen more and been to more places in my lifetime that others see in several lifetimes.


I had a surprisingly good time at the Boys and Girls Club in Soweto, considering that I don’t see myself as a “kid person.” The kids were pretty easy going and fun to play with, but I’m not really the type of person who has their life changed by spending a few hours with a group of kids I’ve just met. For this reason, it was a little surprising to me to see a lot of co-educators taking so many pictures with the kids, or having their pictures taken with the kids. I fully understand that some of us may have really bonded with the kids and want to keep memories of the few hours that we spent with them, but it’s hard for me to picture the same photoshoots happening if we had spent those hours at a daycare center with mostly white children.

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