Dear Friends!
This first report will be rather simple. I have just gotten access to the Internet, and
have not had the time to develop pictures, let alone scan them and put them on this page
for your enjoyment. I hope to get access to a scanner in time and make some snapshots
available; until then, simple text will have to do.
I also apologize to my German friends for the lack of a German version of this report.
I am sure that all of you will be able to read this English version, but few of my
English-speaking friends would be able to understand a German text. Therefore I have
chosen to write in English only.
But now for the report:
As most of you know, I will be doing my social service (instead of military service) in
South Africa, until the end of 1999.
I arrived in Johannesburg after a long and largely event-less flight on Monday, the 7th
of September 1998, about ten in the morning. My venture started out with a bit of a shock
when I discovered that one of my bags had been lost on the way (I got it back two days
later). I was then picked up by my new "boss" Annelie Franken, who packed me and
my stuff into a Landrover Defender and drove off with me towards Pretoria (about 40km from
Joburg).
When we reached Ubuntu Centre, my new home and workplace for the next 15 months, I was
surprised to find it way outside of the city, instead of in the suburb of Hatfield. What I
had not known was that ONLY THE POSTBOX of Ubuntu was in that suburb; the center itself
lies on a large piece of land about 15 car-minutes outside of Pretoria!
At first, that fact scared me quite a bit. I was always afraid of being "isolated
from society" during my service, which made me rule out some places that were far
out. Was I now facing life in the wilderness? Fortunately, during the first week here my
fears were calmed as I found myself driving to the city frequently, just as most people at
Ubuntu do. But more to that later.
I got a short tour and discovered that Ubuntu Centre is fairly big. It contains a
Waldorf school (or Rudolf Steiner school) with classes from primary to high-school level
(class 1-12), a therapy center and a hospice, and a farm which produces food according to
the "biodynamic" method. The area of the whole centre is stretched out over a
large, open piece of land; it takes about 20 minutes to walk from one end to the other.
Everybody who has a car uses it to get around "on campus".
The part that I am to work and live in is the hospice - Johannes House. It is a place
where terminally ill patients are cared for. All of them suffer from either AIDS or
cancer, and will most likely die here.
This was another "change of plan". You may remember that I expected to work
with behaviourally disturbed children. However, the work with these children had been
given up shortly before my arrival, because it had been very difficult to re-socialise
them and integrate them into the life at Ubuntu. Frequent stealing and aggression had
proven hard to overcome. Therefore, they had been sent home, and the Johannes House was
transformed functionally into a full-time hospice.
To my own (subsequent) amazement, this alteration has not cause me much distress. The
warmth that surrounds and permeates the hospice is amazing. Dying is seen as an integral
part of living here, and is accepted with a good bit of tranquillity. Since my arrival,
we've lost two patients already. Their death and burial was a very peaceful and almost
beautiful experience.
My job is not in the nursing field, however. We have nurses and staff to do that
properly. I am assisting Annelie with running the hospice. At the moment she's away, and
I'm trying to fill her place, which is difficult since she's central to the whole place
and I have little experience. But I do what I can. My tasks include fetching medicines
from a local hospital, doing the shopping, administration and finance stuff in the
hospice. I feel that I would like to get into the whole caring work a little more, to get
a different perspective. After all, admin is what I've been into all my life in some way
or other. I will have to see about that, and will keep you posted.
Also, work and life aren't really separated here, since I live in the guest flat of the
hospice. So I'm always there, in a way. I don't know yet whether that could become a
problem in the future, but so far it is fine. The flat is light and fairly large, and in
good shape, since it is as newly built as the hospice itself (about 1 year old). I also
get my meals at the hospice, all "stuff that's good for you" from biodynamic
farming on Ubuntu's farm. Sounds limiting, too, and in a way it's a bit of a pity because
eating out down here is very cheap and there is a good bit of variety. But since I get
part of my "income" in food, eating out is an expensive extra nevertheless.
This brings me to some early impressions of the country South Africa. First you should
know that I am situated in Gauteng Province, Afrikaner heartland and probably the most
"white" of all areas in SA. Pretoria is a colonial-style, whitish and Western
town. It has an extensive suburbia and is littered with gigantic shopping malls all over
the place. Although the closeness to the West is an initial comfort, I sometimes tell
myself that that isn't what I came to see here. I could have shopped in Germany, as well.
But more and more I see how polarised this society is. So far, I have seen mostly the
"white side" of the country. Sure, there are loads of blacks everywhere, be they
kids here at the school, pedestrians even in the whitest of suburbs, worker on the farm,
or out staff at the hospice. But in many cases, they work there for white businesses and
live somewhere else: In the townships out of the city. Apartheid set up geographical
separation that way. I haven't been to a township yet; going there as a white
"tourist" is not the wisest thing to do, since crime is appalling and I don't
wanna get killed. But I'm planning to visit one of our great nurses, Audrey, in Mamelodi
township soon. That way, I'll get to see the "other side" or South Africa, also.
It is pretty disconcerting that, despite the "transition" which is now 9
years old, old attitudes still dominate here. They are only less obviously voiced. Many
whites treat blacks as unreliable, childish people without a sense of responsibility, and
act in a patriarchal manner towards them. They see themselves as "educators" of
the blacks. It is quite sickening to see that.
It is true that our staff, for instance, sometimes is less reliable that one would
wish. But this kind of treatment increases their dependence and blocks personal growth
with could improve the situation. The resulting non-progress is then cited as reason for
the necessity of patriarchal treatment. As I observe more on that, I hope to share deeper
insight with you.
Since I mentioned crime: The extent and brutality of it is shocking. We've had several
burglaries here during only the last couple of months, two since I got here on the 7th.
One of our primary school teachers was shot trough the chin by two youngsters, AFTER SHE
HELPED THEM OUT WITH FUEL WHEN THEY HAD RUN OUT OF IT BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. Strange
kind of "thank you". Another farm worker was killed after he refused to hand
over money to a gang that assaulted his fruit stand in his township. People apparently get
killed for their shoes and watches, and with a discomfortingly large proportion of the
gangsters, a human life means nothing at all. People are getting shot "just in
case", even after handing over their valuables. I admit that I am a bit scared, too.
I am careful not to be in town after dark in unsafe areas, and always to appear to know
where I am going. Many of the worst stories come from Johannesburg, and Pretoria is
considered fairly safe by daylight and out of "danger zones", so think with care
and consciousness I'll be ok.
To end on a positive note: The prospect of having a true "Rainbow Nation"
here within a generation is very real. I see the kids at school here, and there is every
colour, blacks, coloureds, whites, asians, living together in absolute ease. It's great to
see. In fact, the school at Ubuntu (Max-Stibbe-School) was one of the first to admit
blacks, even long before the "transition". The experiment is working as far as I
can see! :)
So much for today from me, I will post reports in regular intervals as I discover the
place. I also hope to include some pictures in the next "issue". So come
checking back in a while, and meanwhile, let me know what you think via email!
All yours,
Ingo