Four young black men of the 300+ people present that day are convicted and sentenced to 18 years in jail, but they are released from jail 13 years early. The girl’s parents fly from the U.S. to attend the release hearing, but do not object. Two of the men request a meeting with the parents, and tell them of their goal to help disadvantaged children in townships like they were from.
The parents are moved to forgive the men, believing it to be apartheid that killed their daughter, not the men who cited the killing as a purely political act. The parents are further moved to help the men to carry on the spirit of their daughter’s work in South Africa, and create a foundation toward that end, giving two of the four men jobs at the foundation.
The four of us boarded a bus on this,
our last day in Cape Town, to see what the Amy Biehl Foundation does. Unable to
describe it any better, a quote from the packaging of some bracelets they sell
as one of myriad ways to raise funds to further their goals:
“The
Amy Biehl Foundation (ABF) is a non-profit organization based in Cape Town,
South Africa. The foundation reaches out to thousands of children in the
Townships through After School programs. The aim is not just to keep the
children off the streets and away from all the negative influences (drugs,
crime, violence etc), but we are especially focused on giving them that extra
necessary education in crucial areas such as HIV/AIDS prevention, reading,
computers, greening and environment, music, arts, sports and more. With these
programs the children are given the opportunity to show and improve their
skills and creative development, which is crucial for their future.”
After buying a few things at their
offices in downtown Cape Town where we learned what they did, we continued on
to Sigcawu Primary School, one that they support through both academic and
after-school programs. The kids were just getting to recess after taking a
mathematics test, and they tentatively watched us get a briefing on their
vegetable garden endeavor by one of their teachers. The twenty or so of us
started to meander around, and I joined Martha (one of the college students
also on our Marrakesh trip), as a bunch of kids surrounded her, touching her
blonde hair, giggling, saying things we couldn’t understand. I approached a
group of four or five older boys, perhaps 11 to 13, and one of them immediately
asked me if he could have 5 rand. I told him that I wasn’t there to give him
money, but to talk to him, learn about his life here in South Africa. As I told
him about SAS, he and another kid walked me around the corner where Tate had
just finished playing with some younger kids, perhaps 5 or 6.
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| The kids were fascinated with Martha's blonde hair! |
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| An apt representation of my feelings about tour buses. However necessary they may be for getting groups of people around, I'm feeling increasingly imprisoned by them. |
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| Siyavuya Maxhama, one of the most compelling kids I've ever met. I'm sure he's not alone. |
I took some pictures of some of the kids (with the requisite showing of the LCD screen), and one kid about 12 engaged me, started asking me questions in fairly good English. Siyavuya had a commanding presence for one of so few years; he was thoughtful and well-spoken, very interested in me, my sons, and the U.S. I learned that he was one of four students that were in the running to win a week-long trip to NYC in mid-October, and he was very, very excited about the potential prospect of winning. It must have been some sort of leadership competition, as he expressed his goal of becoming a leader, and he clearly possessed the qualities of one. Siyavuya led me into the gymnasium, where all the desks from the classrooms had been relocated for testing. He showed me a few classrooms, and then expressed interest in meeting Reade and Tate, the latter of which appeared soon thereafter. Reade also showed up to meet him before we had to leave, and I had a feeling of regret, wanting to stay and learn more of this kid, about his life here in Cape Town.
After leaving the school, we continued on for lunch, oddly returning to Mzoli’s, where the four of us had eaten lunch days before. I took a few people of our group through the process of ordering the meat, leading them through the back where the boys had discovered pig heads in the butcher room, back toward the room where the wood-fired indoor BBQs were, then through the back to where our group congregated to eat. One of the guys at the BBQ talked with me, telling me about how much wood they go through, ultimately offering me his Facebook name and email on a piece of paper, hoping I’d ‘friend’ him. Tafadzwa had immigrated from Zimbabwe a year ago, and had been hoping to find work to allow him to continue University, though currently felt stuck being the self-affirmed “quickest BBQ’er in Africa”. Not sure that’s a good thing unless you like your meat rare, but, I digress.
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| Tafadzwa at the helm of the BBQ at Mzoli's. |
Leaving Mzoli’s behind after a fine BBQ lunch of
lamb, beef, chicken, and sausage, we continued on a tour through several
townships in the area, including the Gugulethu township we were currently in.
Gugulethu has become a fairly ‘affluent’ township (if there could be such a
thing), and there is even a newish corner ‘shopping mall’, partially owned by
the owner of Mzoli’s, which gives you some sort of idea how popular the place
is. Many of the homes have fenced parking, some of them have fancy front doors;
I saw several carved wood doors, a stainless steel and glass door (didn’t look
too ‘homey’, not sure of its origin), and generally a higher level of upkeep in
the area. The homes are still quite small, and almost always someone appears
home whether it be a brick and stucco home or a plywood and corrugated metal
shack, as front doors are almost always open, giving a peek inside. Some places
were very well kept inside, nice white walls, perhaps a picture or two on the
wall, decent furniture. Others were very spartan; a chair, maybe a small table,
a microwave or TV on it. Still others nothing but a dirt floor, perhaps a
blanket; it runs the gamut of anything you can imagine, though the vast
majority of homes are on the more modest side. The rather ‘fancy’ homes in
Gugulethu were most certainly the exception, not the norm.
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| An image I took for Will, one of the college students, for his class on race and ethnicity. |
After what seemed like an eternity driving through
several different townships witnessing row upon receding row of wood/metal
shacks, we returned to Gugulethu to visit Amy Biehl’s memorial, on a street
corner in front of a gas station, people passing by going about their business.
Next to her granite cross memorial sits a colorful bench donated by a choir
group from L.A. Both memorials are in perfect condition, not defaced in any
way, a fitting tribute to her memory.
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| Molly the Owl at John Pama Public School, Cape Town, South Africa |
We continued on to John Pama Public School, where
the Amy Biehl Foundation was supporting after-school programs of dance, drama
and music. In the courtyard eleven kids were playing music and singing when we
arrived, using drums, those big wooden xylophones, with a plethora of different
percussion instruments. Most all of the classrooms were full, some little kids
learning computer skills in one room, in another some Grade 3-4 kids were
coloring pictures. We chose Ms. K Schwane’s 4C class to be the recipient of one
of Eric’s Molly the Owl books. One
notable difference between here and Ghana is that kids don’t even start
learning English in South Africa until Grade 3-4, so few of the kids in the
classroom spoke much English. The teacher gave each table of eager-eyed kids a
brief synopsis of the story, making sure each time to point out the picture of
Eric in the rear of the book. As always, the book was a hit, and Ms. Schwane
promised to start reading it to them for their English classes.
We departed the classroom to find a
play going on, with many school spectators now watching in addition to the
thirty-or-so of us. These teenagers were performing in their native language
Xhosa, and it was thus difficult to really grasp what was going on. However, it
was easy to understand a few things: there was some sort of court, where
apparently someone was convicted of something; a ‘husband’ then came out
stumbling drunk, then went home and beat up his wife (oddly, to wild laughter
from the audience). Although it’s impossible for me to understand the plot of
the play, I do believe that this little snippet gives at least some sort of idea
of the realities that many of these children must deal with every day.
A sobering end to our day experiencing a bit
about what the Amy Biehl Foundation does.
When we got back to the MV Explorer, we were lucky enough to immediately attend the Faculty/Staff Reception where we met Archbishop Desmond Tutu, Nobel Peace Laureate. Such an amazing person, and what a wonderful opportunity to hear someone like him speak. An hour later we were all crammed into the Union, his talk clearly targeted at the 450 college students in the room. He has a very special way of driving points home, of pointing out how ridiculous physical attributes are when evaluating a person’s nature. I could never do his talk justice by trying to convey what he said, but his primary goal was make sure that the kids know that they can make a difference in the world, that after this voyage, they will make a difference in this world. You could hear a pin drop throughout the entirety of the talk save for the many moments when he made us laugh, most often at our collective selves, silly humans that we are.
Quite the birthday present for me, and fitting end to our last day in Cape Town!
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| Yes sir, I too realize that I'm another year older today. |
A bit more about the Amy Biehl Foundation is in order. Needless to say, trying to engage the young minds in South Africa after school, when they’d otherwise have nowhere else productive to go, is a noble task. Their particular method of outreach clearly has long-term positive consequences for the kids they target, the value of which cannot be underestimated. We spoke at length with Kevin Chaplin, Managing director of the Amy Biehl Foundation Trust (as well as The South African Ubuntu Foundation), and several of us had some specific ideas for Kevin in regard to ‘getting the word out’ in this day and age of social networking. If you have any interest whatsoever in helping this amazing network of like-minded people working for the benefit of the poorest of South African populations in Cape Town, you can find more by visiting:
www.amybiehl.co.za
or you can email Kevin directly at:
kevin@amybiehl.co.za
People often come from the U.S. to volunteer, especially college students during the summer, usually spending either one or three months working at the foundation. I can assure you that it would be a rewarding experience for anyone interested in bettering the lives of children who have few or no one to look up to.
