This morning, I read an article about a new website, set up by a guy called Neil Watson, which details the crime and violence in South Africa. Apparently the aim is to discourage tourists, ultimately to force government to take crime more seriously.
Have to admit, thought to myself great idea; a place to vent and steam and rant a bit. Somewhere for people to share their stories, good and bad.
Then this afternoon, I read another article about a blogger who tried to makes some positive comments on the site.
The comments weren’t posted. Nice and democratic then. So he presumably thought bugger this and started his own blog where people can say good stuff too.
Anyway, it’s made me think. I lived overseas for almost 7 years, trying to convince myself that the rational choice was to live abroad. Where it’s nice and safe.
I lived in Israel, where the bombs fell indiscriminately. I lived in London. A year ago, today, bombs tore that city apart too. Again. I lived in Australia, where they put refugees in prison camps and forgot about them. I visited Thailand, the USA, Eastern Europe; flood, terrorism, genocide.
No more denying it. Home.
So, we all watch our backs. We balance our lives with our living. We try every day to remind free of hate. Free of prejudice. Free of bitterness and apathy. Sometimes we fail. Dismally. Sometimes I have to turn away from the raw wound, the whole world of suffering, that I see behind the glazed eyes of poverty, crime. I can’t imagine how I would survive, if faced with such limited and limiting choices. But I wouldn’t be anywhere else. South Africa offers me more hope, more vision, more compassion, more desire, more life worth living than anywhere else I’ve been.
So, I’m with Andy. Let’s talk about the kak stuff, but let’s celebrate the good stuff too.