Sunday, December 15, 2013

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Rest in Peace, Nelson Mandela. July 18, 1918- December 5, 2013
During this tragic time in history, Nelson Mandela unfortunately passed on December 5, 2013.  This man of passion, being well- educated, fully understood the meaning of equality and used his knowledge, beliefs, and intelligence to fight for equality and justice not just in South Africa but for people everywhere. Our Metro Journey assignment was to research Mr. Mandela and discover why this South African man had such a major impact on the modern world.   

Nelson Mandela was born into royalty.  Rolihlahla Mandela was born into the Madiba clan in Mvezo, Transkei, on July 18, 1918, to Nonqaphi Nosekeni and Nkosi Mphakanyiswa Gadla Mandela, principal counsellor to the Acting King of the Thembu people. Hearing the elder’s stories of his ancestor’s valour during the wars of resistance, he dreamed also of making his own contribution to the freedom struggle of his people. He was the first in his family to attend a school and it was while there his teacher Miss Mdingane gave him the name Nelson, in accordance with the custom to give all school children “Christian” names. When Nelson was nine, his father died of tuberculosis, and the young Rolihlahla became a ward of Jongintaba at the Great Place in Mqhekezweni.  As usual for Thembu royalty, he went to Wesleyan School and College and the young bright student received his Junior Certificate in two years rather than three before moving onto the college in Fort Beaufort in 1938 where he took up the sports boxing and track.   
After Mr. Mandela was admitted into University of Fort Hare, a black institution, his goal was to be “an interpreter or a clerk in the Native Affairs Department.”  While at Fort Hare he made friends who would later become lifelong political comrades.  In just two years time, he was unfortunately expelled because he led a boycott to the voting process of the Student Representative Council.  He then fled to Transkei to escape an arranged marriage.  In 1941, he arrived in Johannesburg, worked as a night watchman in a mine, and then met Walter Sisulu, a political activist, who helped him get a job as an articled clerk at a law firm. He began to study law. Slowly, he was drawn into politics.
“I cannot pinpoint a moment when I became politicized, when I knew that I would spend my life in the liberation struggle. To be an African in South Africa means that one is politicized from the moment of one’s birth, whether one acknowledges it or not.         While studying law, Mandela became aware of the ‘open- air prison’ brought upon the people of South Africa by the Apartheid government.  In 1943, Mandela participated in an enormous boycott that succeeded in reversing a fare increase.  Later, he joined the African National Congress, who had been campaigning for equal rights for, to little effects, since 1912. Later in 1952, he became a lawyer and opened the country’s first African law firm.
Mandela was imprisoned for the first time from 1962-1964 near Howick with Cecil Williams. Many groups have been accused of tipping off the authorities about Mandela’s whereabouts but none have credible proof to that end. He was charged with inciting warrior’s strikes and leaving the country without permission. He intended to use the trial to demonstrate the ANC’s anti-racism principles and to use the protesting the trial would attract to spread awareness about the ANC’s cause. During his imprisonment, he began studying for his Bachelors in Laws from the University of London. He turned the tables during his trial by showing up in traditional clothing, refusing to call witnesses, and using his plea of mitigation as a political speech. He was sentenced to five years of imprisonment. During his time in jail, the police force of South Africa raided Liliesleaf Farm and discovered thousands of documents and photographs incriminating Mandela and his fellow prisoners. At first, the evidence was considered insufficient, but the chief prosecutor returned with ample implication of Mandela’s participation in the sabotage and conspiracy to overthrow the government. Mandela and others admitted to their participation in sabotage but denied accusations of conspiracy. The South African government ruled him and two co-accused guilty of all charges and were sentenced to life imprisonment. His second period of incarceration was from 1964 to 1982.


Anacostia Museum 
FIRST STOP! The Anacostia Museum in Washington DC.  A 10:30 am showing of Courting Justice was playing at this museum, and our mission was to go see it. The film, Courting Justice, studies the challenges seven South African women judges face as they serve in New Democracy appointments. It is a story that uncovers the previously all-male institution and the sacrifices women judges make to achieve the South African constitution’s human rights promises.  
"I first went to South Africa in the interest of the constitution and its unequal rights.  I began working in south Africa with woman judges, when two of my friends were dismissed solely for being women.  that sparked my interest. Judges are appointed by the highest judge of each court, and since it's a man appointing the judges, they appoint men.  In one example, a female judge was supposed to be assigned as an acting judge, however her male boss decided to merely not appoint her when the time came.  The judge presidents hold the key, and they have not adapted to the equality that South African men and women are supposed to receive." -Ruth Cowan  
B.L.A.C.K. class posing with Ms. Ruth Cowan
After the film, the creator and producer, Ruth Cowan, stayed behind so we could ask her a few questions, and the information presented proved that Ms. Cowan was extremely passionate about the subject and knew her research well! We discovered from her that male and female judges typically do not vote differently unless the trial's subject is on women's rights. You might be wondering how the impoverished people make it to college and to judge.  Cowan says it depends on the time.  At one point there were colleges that provided excellent education for blacks. During the Apartheid the government shut them down. There were also some distance learning schools, as well as distance learning programs so they could still get degrees.  Nelson Mandela got a degree from a distance learning school while in jail.  We also asked her about discrimination throughout the judges and she told us she saw discrimination between men and women judges and also African judges.  In the movie, a women told us a story about her first day at work.  The guard would NOT let her enter the gates because of her skin color as well as her gender.  They did not believe that a black woman was a judge because of stereotypical discrimination that although on the D.L. still exist today.  

In the film Courting Justice, the female judges were faced with a great deal of discrimination simply because the color of their skin/their gender.  During his life, Nelson Mandela also faced the same type of oppression simply because of his race.  One comparison from Nelson Mandela’s life to the documentary is the obvious court theme. Mr. Mandela was jailed for 27 years, and because of this, came in contact with the unconstitutional court system. Nelson Mandela was also able to become the first black president of South Africa, as the women shown in the film were able to become the first black female judges in any court in South Africa.
Norman Levy, who is the author of The Final Prize; My Life in the Anti-Apartheid Struggle, said; "There is still much work to be done and our political culture has yet to match our liberal constitution. After 16 years of democracy the euphoria of liberation remains, but it is marred by contradictions that in our innocence we did not contemplate. For all our imaginings of a new society and a harmonious rainbow nation, these are ideals still in the making. There is no promised land, no earthly paradise, only the imperfect place we ourselves create and the vision we have to change it for the better."

Mr. Mandela faced somewhat of the same issues throughout his life. Before he was jailed, he truly believed that the ways that he'd been fighting for freedom were right and for the greater good and not what we'd currently perceive as being terrorist acts. That's what his culture taught him to believe. Generally people believe what their parents and culture teaches them. It wasn't until after he was jailed for 27 years that he changed his thinking. This reminds me of a the true story of Mark Mathabane called Kaffir Boy. In this story, Mark is a skilled tennis player competing at a The Tennis Ranch, a tennis facility where it is illegal for blacks to play there.  Because the Apartheid Government is under pressure to make changes in its policy towards blacks, it tries to make some cosmetic changes by "integrating" sports, by developing a South African Breweries' Open. Black tennis players decide to boycott the Open, saying they won't be part of efforts to make the apartheid system appear acceptable but Mark, although he also does not want to be 'used' by the whites, participates because in the long run, it opens doors for him. Nelson Mandela and Mark Mathabane rejected the boycotting methods normally practiced in their culture because they understood integration was one way in which to defeat the struggle inflicted upon South Africans by the Apartheid Government. One of the women in the Courting Justice states "Once you start the ball rolling, once you are amidst the struggles of it, you are living your dream."
Love Gate on Capitol Hill 
 LAST STOP! We made our way to the Starbucks on Capitol Hill in S.E., DC often referred to the 'English Muffins of Starbucks' because the holes in the English muffins represent the hidden upstairs nook in that Starbucks. Here we enjoyed a coffee and while together, we wrote an essay honoring Mr. Mandela's life and journey.
This Metro Journey proved exceptionally beneficial to me because although I'd heard of Mr. Mandela, I didn't fully know much about his life and accomplishments. During the research leading up to this Journey, I've learned to reverence and respect Mr. Mandela for what he did. Yes, there might be some beliefs of his that I do not fully embrace but hey, everyone is not the same. If everyone thought the same, would there be a reason to live? To voice opinions? To fight for rights? Would life be filled with the rich history that makes us who we are today? Would we be prepared for the future? This Metro Journey was extremely inspiring, and I hope after you read this, you will be filled with the same respect that I am filled with towards Nelson Mandela.  


This Metro Journey is dedicated to my strong, mature, comedian friend, Zion Utsey. Zion undertook this Metro Journey with awesome research and wise input although just having experienced the loss of is father only the night before. Thank you Zion for your tenacity; if you need ANYTHING just let your B.L.A.C.K. class know because we are here for you!

















    

Monday, November 18, 2013

Thursday, November 14, 2013

THIS. METRO. JOURNEY. WAS. AMAZING! Everything ran smoothly and as planned, but before I take you to the results of the metro journey, let's first start at the beginning. 

This journey, we were sent to U Street to study Ethiopian culture relating to their history.  After the hours of research at home, Leslie, Eliza, Nadia and I met at the Greenbelt metro stop at 8:00 in the morning. Although we didn't need to meet up until 9, we learned from last time that it didn't hurt to add extra time. IT WAS COLD! We looked like little snowmen walking into the train.  Upon arriving at U street, we rushed to the Starbucks to get warm and wait for the others. There, we ran into Zion, got some coffee and waited.  Next, Ananda arrived, followed by Gyasi and Kai, so we waited for one more person, Rabia, a new student in our class. Sadly, she and her sister, Dyaana, couldn't make it due to illness and a delayed metro train, but hopefully they'll be able to join us next time! 

The first stop we went to was Ben's Chili Bowl.  I never knew this place was as popular as described! Famous people traveled from across the country to try Ben's chili fries. On the wall were pictures of music artists, such as Wale and Dr. Dre, as well as our President, Mr. Barack Obama, who had come to enjoy DC's famous chili fries.  Because Zion and Ananda are vegans, we ordered the vegetarian chili fries.  I think if they weren't vegetarian, I would have enjoyed them better.  The waitress was so pleased with us that she even gave us a free order of bacon and eggs! 

Next on our itinerary was to eat at the famous Ethiopian restaurant, Dukem. I believe the whole point of this metro journey was to get us fat. LOL! The food... erm... um... let's just say... If it was the last thing on earth, I would eat it.  Because I wasn't as hungry, I got an Ethiopian dessert that Ananda recommended.  I didn't care for that, so I finished Nadia's chicken wrap, which was too spicy for her.  After eating, we interviewed our waitress, who was Ethiopian.  This is what we found out! 

  • She had been living in the US for four years. It took her about five years to gain citizenship.
  • She is an orthodox christian, as are most Ethiopians, which was surprising for me since so many missionaries are sent to Africa, I thought they were lacking in the knowledge of God's Truth.
  • It is the man's responsibility to care for the children modernly, which is different because it used to be the responsibility of the woman's. 
  • Son's and daughter's discipline are the same, where in older times, the daughter was further disciplined.
  • There is still diversity in tribes but on a more modern scale
  • She does wear the traditional Gabbi and Netella apparel to church.  Gabbi and Netella are Ethiopian materials/ fashion.  
  • She still celebrates the making off coffee regularly. She roasts the beans herself, grinding them, and enjoys them with her family.
  • While Eritrea and Ethiopia used to be the same, the countries are very different now. The food, clothing, languages, are different. Now, when a person reaches a certain age they get to choose if they want to be Eritrean or Ethiopian, and once decided, they are not associated with the opposite country at all.  
  • She told us about Haili Selassi, the first Ethiopian president/king. Everyone loved him because of his rule. He protected the country, along with the culture. He was mourned when he passed. People still sing about him today.
She preferred to not get her picture taken, but I am really glad we gained enough courage to ask her about her culture.  She seemed excited that we were researching something she held dear to her heart. 
Next, we performed music and a literary piece in front of Bus Boys and Poets, a book store/ cafe in DC.  At first, we were a little skeptical, but when we started getting money and telling others about our organization, we emerged out of our shells and overall, it was a great show! Everyone complimented us, and Ananda, Nadia, and Eliza figured out a great way to show off their amazing singing skills.  One lady was so impressed that she recorded us and put us on Instagram. She later posted, "I want to homeschool my kids!" That was such a great inspiration to the whole group, and I guess it really sunk in that We represent our homeschool community.  Because we have such a great responsibility, we need to raise our standards to the highest level as to give our community a great first and lasting impression. 

After performing, we went into Bus Boys and Poets to read on Ethiopian culture.  Okay, ready? A great story! A group of teenage homeschooling students entered Bus Boys and Poets with smiles on their faces, laughing and ready to study Ethiopian culture.  With a confused look on her face, a girl, about 15, gets acknowledged by a sour faced woman obviously suspicious of the new 'apparent disturbance' that entered her store.  

"How may I help you?" suspiciously asked the woman.  The 15 year old explains her purpose as a homeschool student researching Ethiopian culture through her B.L.A.C.K. history class. When the girl said 'Ethiopian,' the slightest of smiles cracked across the woman's face.  Hesitantly at first, then willingly, the lady points the class to the African history section.  After about a half an hour, she makes her way over to the class and explains how excited she was that people were studying her culture.
 Wait, what? Yes, you heard it right! HER culture! With shining faces, we interacted and asked her questions about her culture! She wished us luck on our future research, and invited us to visit her again! Her name was Rose Tsegereba. Her name means Rose Flower! Isn't that beautiful?! 

It was sooo great to experience the impact that we left on the lady as well as the influence she left on us! "Why do we have to study black history?" is a question everyone in our class has asked themselves at one point of time.  This really helped me understand! Black History doesn't begin at slavery. It goes beyond that! Africa has a very RICH history, and we as descendants of African culture should pride ourselves to research and know it.  

To end our trip with a BANG, we used the money we made performing on the street to buy Ethiopian coffee! It was the most beautiful liquid substance I have ever tasted in my life, and I WILL be going back for more! 

Kudos to Ms. Anna for developing an amazing Metro Journey, and hopefully, we all learned from this journey so next time we'll continue to be excited about the 2nd Thursday of each month!









Monday, October 21, 2013

Thursday, October 17, 2013

African American History is Georgetown

Nadia, Eliza- Jane, and I at the first church 
"BOUTTA GO HIT UP G-TOWN OR WHATEVA!"  Georgetown is home to 13,880 people currently.  In the 1800s, it was home to 5, 120 people, 1, 449 of whom were slaves, and 227 of whom being free blacks.  This was where we were going to spend our second Metro Journey.
"Unity is Key," this is what Ms. Anna, our instructor warned us before our first metro journey, and on this Metro Journey (MJ) we
learned how important this lesson was.
Let's first start out by saying that this MJ was definitely more complicated than the last.  More stops, more preparation, less time.  On Monday, when Ms. Anna sent out the email with out itinerary, Nadia and I jumped right into it encouraging the class, setting up phone conversations, and researching.  Although some of the class was late responding, with minuscule hints from Ms. Anna, we found what we thought was all of the information and prepared to disembark on our second MJ that Thursday.
My classmates at the second church 
I. AM. NOT. A. MORNING. PERSON! At 5:15 am, I was supposed to wake up - 5:15 AM!! "This will get you into college. This will look good on your resume. You will have fun. Everything will run smoothly." These are the phrases I had to continue to repeat to myself to keep me from turning right back over and falling asleep.  Upon arriving at Ms. Anna's house, we found out how to 'roll with the flow.' Something came up where instead of us going to the Greenbelt Station to then continue to Foggy Bottom, we went to Silver Spring.- A totally different line.  "We're going to be so late," I kept thinking as we set in the rush hour morning traffic.  When we finally arrived at the station and got on the train, we got delayed... at every single stop.  Calls and calls came in on Nadia and my phones from our fellow classmates already at the station, "Where are you guys?"
"We've been here for an hour!"
and finally, "We're leaving you guys."

Wait, wait, wait, what? LEAVING? Without us? Breathe, they're probably just kidding.
When we got to the station and on ground level we realized..... wait for it..... THEY WEREN'T KIDDING! Nowhere to be found. They left us. Nadia called Gyasi and found out that they went to the first church. (church 1, St. John's Church)
When we first saw each other at 11:30am. Notice how
spread apart we are. We were all super annoyed. LOL
 Looking at our map, the first church that we had to visit was Church number 2, St. Zion's Church. A new law in 1765 prevented seven or more slaves or free black men from congregating except at church on Sunday. At church, they were not allowed to co-mingle with their white brethren, so a group of free black men founded their own church. They founded Mount Zion United Methodist Church in 1816. The church was not allowed a black pastor until another half a century.The church later brought a cemetery at the intersection of R Street and 29th Street Northwest. The cemetery crypt was one of the stop on the Underground Railroad ran by Harriet Tubman. She led slaves to freedom in the north. 

Do you see the contradiction? They went to Church number 1, and we went to the first church assigned in our MJ.  You can probably guessed what happened next. We arrived at the church and they weren't there.  Great! It was now 10:19 am, so we wasted two hours and 19 minutes because we weren't together.  After calling Ms. Anna, explaining our situation, and praying, we decided to take pictures of the churches and meet at Dean and Delucas, another stop of our day.  This was a cute and quaint grocery store in  Georgetown. It was adorable! While waiting on our peers, Nadia, Eliza- Jane, and I got gelatos to calm ourselves down ( LOL) and pass the time.
McCandless' Tavern 
11:30am: This is the time when the entire group finally met at Dean and Delucas, three hours behind schedule. I had to keep telling myself to smile, breathe, and let it go. I never thought forgiving someone could be so hard.


After stopping for lunch, we headed to McCandless' Tavern on M street.  This building had slave pens.  Today, despite a few changes, in building -- except on the ground floor where retail uses have entailed major alterations -- there are mantels, railings, hearths and whole rooms that now span four centuries.
Our creepy picture on the Steps of Exorcism 
After taking a picture in front of the tavern, we walked across Key Bridge. There are times where I feel fat and lazy. This would be one of those times. Let me tell YOU something, if you EVER want to lose weight, walk across this bridge. If you want to have fun, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT walk across this bridge. You better not do that to yourself. We were so mad. Nobody talked, nobody asked questions. All we could think was, "Ms. Anna, when I get home..." and "Are we there yet?"

Once we walked there and back, we walked up and down the Exorcist staircase. OUR PHOTO CHALLENGE!! Again, ONLY CLIMB IF YOU NEED EXERCISE! WHOO! I felt like jump roping was enough, let me tell you, it's not.
Lol at our dysfunction! Us in front of John F. Kennedy's House 

After taking a picture there, we made our way to John F. Kennedy's house on N street.  Because it is occupied, we could not go inside, but it was really cute! The deed of the house is tied to the "Civil Rights Address" Kennedy wrote in 1964.

"UNITY IS KEY" This is a lesson we will definitely remember on our next Metro Journey.





Thursday, September 26, 2013

Thursday, September 19, 2013

'Wealth In Africa' 

First off, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL BRO AND GYASI! (September 19) 

The first metro journey was so much fun but also required a lot of preparation.  Before we went on the journey, we were emailed questions dealing with an 18th century Helmet Mask from the Benin Kingdom, located at the National Museum of African Art, and  also asked about the 'Wealth in Africa' exhibit located in the National Museum of Natural History.  As a team, we emailed back and forth about our plan for the day and information we discovered.  

On the day of our trip, I woke up more exited than I thought I would be.  I met up with Eliza- Jane and Nadia Fogg, and Leslie Russel at the metro station. Together we rode the train to the Smithsonian station to meet with Gyasi and Kai Clemons.  The first part of the challenge: getting there safely, done! 

Finding the African Art Museum wasn't hard, but finding our way around the museum proved to be challenging.  We were told to embark on a tour to find our information so when we got there, we asked for information about the next available tour.  THEY DON'T DO TOURS ON THURSDAY! Just our luck.  We had to improvise.  Grabbing maps for everyone, we went on a quest to find the Disney exhibit, and easily discovered it.  

 Being Silly at National Museum of African Art 
Next, THE MASK WE WERE LOOKING FOR WASN'T THERE!  Brilliant! Luckily, I brought a page of questions we were supposed to answer, and in unity, we discovered awesome artifacts.  First off, an artifact called the Finial, which displayed a man sitting on a throne, displayed wealth because in Africa a seated position meant power and wealth.   Next, we found the Diviner's Bag. This bag was beautiful! I might have to get me one of these.  It was purely made out of only embroidery beads.  This bag displayed wealth because only kings were allowed to carry such opulent purses.  
Also, we found other artifacts like a spoon carved out of beautiful marble, and a piece called Healing History; Salt and Sand.  The piece beautifully displayed ancient artifacts of Africa such as shoes, books, and spoons hanging on a wall and demonstrated how Africa healed itself with a poem by Shakespeare written behind these artifacts on the wall. 

After our lunch break, we made our way to the National Museum of Natural History to check out the 'Wealth in Africa' exhibit.  We found so many amazing artifacts but since the focus was on the wealth, I want to point out an artifact that stood out to me greatly. This was a throne.  It was entitled the 'Chair of Power.'  Looking at the ivory pattern on this chair, one would discover that this Swahili chair belonged to a wealthy powerful family.  This chair stood out to me because of the regal prominence it added to the exhibit.  Before I studied African culture, I thought Africans sat on the ground 'criss cross apple sauce.'  When I saw this chair, it occurred to me that, of course Africans were smart enough to build their own chair! Believing that Africans were not smart enough to build there own chair is just a realization of how we view Africa through the eyes of Eurocentric culture and beliefs. How deceptive is that? 

PHOTO CHALLENGE! Every time we go on a metro journey, we have picture quests that our teacher gives us.  This time we had to take a picture of the youngest member of our group, Kai, on a member of the equine species. We could be as creative as we wanted, so all the girls decided to ride the Merry Go- Round in DC! We were such little kids, laughing and fighting over which horse we wanted! The picture on the left depicts Kai and me on the merry go round, smiling and having so much fun! 

I had immense fun on this first metro journey and learned so much! I was a little nervous, but with the days of dedicated class preparation, we ventured in and out, and shared many laughs on the way! I cannot wait until next month. I wonder where our quest will take us next?