Unfortunately this post is going to have to be relatively short because I actually already wrote it until my internet crapped out again and I lost it all.
Today I had SHAWCO where I volunteer at St.Georges home for girls in Wynberg. Every week the bus driver takes our group on a different route. This week we went down Main Road through Claremont and into Wynberg. Suddenly I found myself in an unfamiliar and “dodge” neighborhood according to one of the girls in the van. Little did I know that it was the WYNBERG MINIBUS STATION! You may not fully appreciate this unless you are here in Cape Town with me, but it was like having a revelation. Wynnberg is the end of the line! My world does not exist past Wynberg. When we take mini bus taxis it’s for 5 or ten minutes to Obz or to Claremont, that’s IT! The place was definitely unkempt (which is why it earned the dodge comment), but something about it was very European. Small sidewalks, old deteriorating buildings. It was 6:20pm and the place was bumping. There was a lot of yelling, which is a taxi driver’s best asset obviously, hence what I’ve been trying to tell you all about “Claremont. Claremont. Wyyennnbbeeeeerg!” I wish I could have a sound clip of it to keep forever. I might even miss the mini bus taxi drivers yelling….
Also, I saw this girl on campus today for probably the fourth time. She strikes me because she must have some sort of skin condition, possibly albinism, but she’s definitely of African descent and hangs out with Black Students. So I’ll leave you with this question: Does she benefit from white privilege? Hmmmm
Love, Katy
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