Xenophobia

According to dictionary.com (accessed 13 February 2012 at 15:09) Xenophobia is defined as “an unreasonable fear of foreigners or strangers or of that which is foreign or strange.” So the definition in itself already beautifully states my opinion here. It is unreasonable, irrational, hatred of something or people who are different to you. Fear of the unknown is the oldest phobia in the world, just my opinion. From the Israelites, the Jews, to the Mass slaughters in Rwanda the principle stays the same. Cultures differ, believes differ and being obsessively hateful of a tribe because you do not agree with them is primitive. Learning about the culture, trying to understand and eventually learning to embrace is the key, in my uneducated opinion. I can understand the fear of losing jobs because of cheaper foreign labourers (which I think is one reason Xenophobes use to justify). In a speech given by N. Barney Pityana at the Human Rights Commission’s: Racism and Xenophobia Consultative Workshop, 15 October 1998, in Johannesburg, Pityana says:

“The feature of the new South Africa is that it offers a window into the kind of society states could be across the Continent. South Africa is attractive as the land of Mandela because it represents a set of values about leadership and statehood which many Africans wish to associate with. South Africa is the country many identified with throughout the struggle against Africa. Many African states taxed themselves to support the liberation struggle. Others suffered economic ruin because of their adherence to policies against apartheid. All this to say that there is an understandable emotional lure to South Africa for many people in Africa. Many of these are asylum-seekers or professional people who wish to be associated with the new South Africa. But there are the more obvious economic reasons for migration to South Africa. People come here in the hope of a better life or to trade in goods and services.”

What South Africans have to remember is that during a time when we could not speak out against our government, when our own people could not live a good live here, in a time when apartheid caused many to flee into exile other African countries opened their doors to our people. To now repay them with hatred is shameful and ungrateful not to mention completely against our Human Rights.

Essay questions & opinions

I have embarked on psychology studies…yahoo for me! The one module called “Critical Reasoning” has all these essay questions that one must answer as part of the journey. I’ve been writing them down in my CR journal, but alas…I am the result of the technology generation. *Hangs head in shame* The writing gets so messy and I think typing is just the way into the future. So in order to have easy access and type (instead of write) I’m using my blog to record these answers. It’s my blog…and I’ll study if I want to!
And just to continue is my dorky colour coded style…I’ll post CR in orange. SO if opinions ain’t your thing….SKIP ORANGE!!


Blade T is about the only person who ever reads my blog…. Blade T: Post comments if you can add. I’m telling you…you should just write the exam in the next semester Winking smile and THANK YOU for all your support.

Childlike faith

On the way from school today the 6-year old says he wants a Mazarati. So I say:”You’ll have to work hard & make lots of money then” Child: “I’m not going to work. I’m just going to drive my car all day” Me: “But how will you get the money to pay for your car?”
Child: “I’ll keep making my bed everyday”

(He gets R5 a week for making his bed.)
Truth is that if he saves his R5 every week in a really good high-interest investment plan…he’ll probably be able to buy that car eventually.

You’ve got to love the simplicity with which children approach situations!

I’m quitting my job next week because I am horribly unhappy. Childlike faith will say:”I’ll just get another job that I like better”. So… There ya go. God will send a new one. He always takes care of me. Just like a dad He’ll make sure I’m ok 🙂

Being opinionated isn’t a bad thing…

When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I wasn’t a Jew.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.”

By Martin Niemöller (1892–1984)

I’m not gay, I’m not another colour, I’m not handicap, I’m not an animal, I’m not a child… but by george I will shout out for them if they need it!

Ellen Degeneres Quotes I adore

From the Here and Now (2003) show:

[referring to headset phones] “Chances are if you need both of your hands to do something, your brain should be in on it, too.”

We went to lunch and were talking about procrastination and the waitress overheard us and she said, "I have a problem with procrastination, too." I said "Really?… Get my sandwich."

“I don’t want to take a pill. Go to Africa, go follow some bushman around. He’s being chased by a lion. That’s stress. You’re not going to find a pygmy on Paxil, I’ll tell you that right now.”

“Our attention span is shot. We’ve all got Attention Deficit Disorder or ADD or OCD or one of these disorders with three letters because we don’t have the time or patience to pronounce the entire disorder. That should be a disorder right there, TBD – Too Busy Disorder.”

“What’s with this sudden choice of disorders we get right now? When I was a kid, we just had crazy people. That’s it, just crazy people.”

[about talking vs. communication] Even when we say, "How are you?" we don"t mean, "How are you?" – we don’t care. Just give us a "fine" or a "good" – a one syllyble answer and move along. And don"t even say "pretty good". That’s a follow-up question: "pretty good" "something happen?… I don"t… have… time to…"

“We’re doin all these things so we can squeeze things together so we can save time, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t have anymore time, I have less time. But let’s just say we could save up a whole chunk of time and set it aside, you know what we’d do with it? Nothing. Nothing at all. Isn’t that the point, to be able to do nothing at all? We’re not guaranteed that later-on chunk of time, all we have is here and now, and that’s why procrastination feels so right. Procrastination is not the problem. It is the solution. It is the universe’s way of saying stop, slow down, you move too fast. Listen to the music. Whoa whoa, listen to the music. Because music makes the people come together, it makes the bourgeois and the rebel. So come on people now, smile on your brother, everybody try to love one another. Because what the world needs now is love, sweet love. And I know that love is a battlefield, but boogie on reggae woman because you’re gonna make it after all. So celebrate good times, come on. I’ve gotta stop I’ve gotta come to my senses, I’ve been out riding fences for so long… oops I did it again… um… What I’m trying to say is, if you leave tonight and you don’t remember anything else that I’ve said, leave here and remember this: Procrastinate now, don’t put it off.”

Choose your friends wisely my child

I think it’s safe to say that I do have about 7 personalities (and voices) in my head. I can hardly ever look at a sentence, a situation or a person without seeing it/them from a variety of compelling angles.

Last night the argument that won… was that there are certain people you just don’t want to be associated with for your own sanity and safety. I will hush the other arguments because I do not think they are as important as this one:

If you find yourself in a situation where extremely intimate laundry is being aired in front of strangers (you being the stranger), a woman strips down naked in front of guests (you’re the guest) and the police pitch up… and you feel incredibly uncomfortable and embarrassed and actually worry that you may get caught in the cross-fire of two unstable, possibly-violent human beings, whom you have just met and whom you suspect may be really drunk or on drugs… and maybe just maybe get emotionally manipulated, your loyalty as a friend questioned and a voice in your head says “I shouldn’t be here”…then maybe, just maybe…YOU SHOULDN’T BE THERE!

So… dear unstable people in Moullie Point, Cape Town, thank you for the cool drink, the chocolate and the food, but I think I shall skip any further invites you may have into your dramatic and disastrous world. Please remove me from your mailing list and leave me to my “normal” and seemingly boring life. You and I shall never be friends. Cheerio. Take care.

Looking in the wrong places

“I wanted to be held. I wanted to be loved just as I was, no strings attached. I longed to be loved whether I was pretty or ugly, sick or well, in a good mood or a bad mood. I wanted to be loved regardless of what I was like. I wanted to be love unconditionally.
I began my search. I went from one man to another. In the process, I became something I never wanted, never dreamed I would ever be. I became an adulteress. Yet all I wanted was security.” – from the book Lord, I want to know you by Kay Arthur

Pseudonymns & Transparency

 

I have always loved the idea of anonymity & pseudonyms!  Being able to express deep thoughts and secrets without anybody knowing who you really are. You can curse and cry and call people assholes and it doesn’t matter coz nobody knows who you are. I have blogged about intimate moments and thoughts and really private longings and it feels safe…you can’t be tracked down, discovered for being a bitch or even praised for having a fantastically novel thought. If anybody judges you… it doesn’t really matter in the bigger scheme of things. They don’t know who you are.

I had a mortifying moment this week when I logged onto facebook and discovered my deep intimate anonymity as posts on my my public profile. MORTIFIED! Somehow, somewhere I must have accidently set the notes section to retrieve blog posts…. I have no idea how it happened but my heart just sank right into panic. Anybody could have seen it…a few did, some added a like here & there and my head went rushing frantically for the “oh crap card”. Any of my 600 + contacts could have (and may have for all I know) read these intimate thoughts and known it was me. (Family, friends, colleagues, my previous students… my boss if he cared for facebook more).

I very urgently found that little setting and stopped it then proceeded to individually *FB really should consider a batch setting system* deleted each post that came from my blog.

And once my reactive self had done that…my brain started its job…

Would people really discard me, hate or judge me if they really knew my deeper thoughts?
Would anybody really, truly be appalled to know that I have sex…that I hurt…that I feel inadequate…that I have goofy loves?
Would anybody de-friend me…fire me or want nothing to do with me if they knew my mistakes? The things I feel guilty about and the people I struggle to accept?

If they did… how would that make my life worse?

The thing that struck me today is how we are often so true to ourselves in a blog or behind a pseudonym and then in real life we fade into what we think people will accept. We don’t really say what we mean and/or always mean what we say. On the blog we vent and vomit…in real life… we smile and nod and have inner dialogues with ourselves.

Is straight forward honesty that offensive? Why are we so sensitive to it?

I am very aware that, as Christian, my purpose on earth is to represent God’s love and mercy. I have conflict about whether my actual thoughts and actions are right or would be acceptable in His eyes. Would people see my real thoughts and feelings and think I don’t love God? Yes…a few might, but and maybe this is my overall point:
I am not perfect. I won’t pretend to be. This is my life, this is my journey and at the end of it all the only 2 people whose opinions of me REALLY (as in in the big scheme of the universe) matter are ME & my God’s.

The rest (this includes everyone I just adore) has to take me as I am. This will be my lesson yet again. Transparency is way less agonising and way less time consuming.

Say no to fake!!!

And if this happens to now end up on facebook… you should know I put it there… by choice and on purpose.

25 October, 2011 15:28

· "Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more."~ Erica Jong