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Big White Van: Township Tours In South Africa
By Blair Kaiser
We came to South Africa from different
countries, but we all had things in common. We were
eight white, middle-class, educated tourists interested
in learning about a culture very far removed from
our reality. None of us knew what to expect when we
signed up for the Township Tour. This tour would take
us from grandiose Dutch-style houses with landscaped
gardens to the impoverished shantytowns with little
sign of sod. We were in for a lesson in diversity
and cooperation, drastic highs and lows, and the disparity
and racial divides within communities otherwise considered
one.
While driving us through different
neighborhoods in Cape Town, our guide Jared shared
personal stories of growing up under apartheid, the
racism that separated him from other castes and the
bias that still exists today. You could hear twinges
of resentment in his voice.
Growing up the child of a black
mother and an Indian father, he had been stuck somewhere
between identities – not quite the lowest on the totem
pole, but far from the top. As a reaction to the experiences
of his youth, Jared had devoted his adult life to
breaking down barriers through education. Jared wanted
us to have an honest experience, one that would leave
us with a more encompassing idea of Cape Town, rather
than a sanitized guidebook itinerary.
The irony was not only in the new,
white van that paraded us around, but also in the
glass windows that separated “us” from “them.” We
could drive as far into the depths of despair as we
wanted, but we still had the comfort of air conditioning
and the reassurance of safety and security behind
the van’s locked doors. As tourists we could never
truly grasp the essence of the culture and the hardships
that still color its day-to-day reality.
The sun reflected off the mass of
tin township roofs and other scrap metal that formed
the skeleton of these neighborhoods. Telephone wires
were haphazardly strung from leaning poles placed
every hundred feet or so. Hundreds of inhabitants
shared a single pay phone. Jared told us that most
did not have running water or indoor plumbing. Instead,
they fetch water from centrally located spigots. Toilets
consist of deep holes in the ground with a wooden
shack built on top, reminiscent of outhouses in America.
How people were able to discern
between individual dwellings was beyond our comprehension
since everything seemed to chaotically run together.
Even further beyond our comprehension was how two
million inhabitants resided within these townships.
Pulling off the highway, our first
stop was the post office, a small, nondescript building
surrounded by a high, metal fence topped with rings
of barbed wire. We didn’t get out of the van; we were
instructed it wasn’t a safe area. Stray dogs ran by,
and plumes of gaseous emissions from the neighboring
industrial plants spotted the horizon.
These plants initially sparked the
expansion of squatter camps and, eventually, the townships.
The plants built housing for thousands of workmen
in dorm-like residences years before and shuttled
them to and from work.
There was an eerie air of desolation.
There were no trees to provide refuge from the sun,
rain, or wind. Local townspeople are vulnerable to
natural and governmental elements.
Ten years ago, at this spot, Amy
Biehl, a white American, was driving friends home
to Guguletu Township when a mob of blacks forced her
out of her car. They stoned and stabbed her to death,
despite her friends’ pleas for mercy. Amy came to
South Africa to help with voter registration before
the 1994 elections that marked the end of apartheid.
In a surprising twist, Amy’s parents
testified for her killers at her amnesty trail. They
felt that Amy was on their side; she was simply at
the wrong place at the wrong time. One of the accused
youths said he realized later that Amy was just trying
to help South Africa's blacks, and he regretted having
taken her life. The two men who took Amy’s life now
run her foundation.
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