Thursday, February 17, 2011
Las Hermanas Mirabal y Carnaval
On a lighter note, that Sunday we went to Carnaval in La Vega. Carnaval is a celebration that happens every Sunday in February (we have one in Santiago too, but the one in La Vega is supposed to be bigger). It's a day where people dress up in weird, elaborate, and kinda scary costumes and they carry around whips that are cow bladders filled with cow poop. They whip everyone in the butt with them (and it hurts the HELL!!!) and walk around in a parade being all scary. Lots of us left with big bruises on our butts, many of my friends still have their bruises. But it's like an agreement that by going to Carnaval you are accepting the fact that you are going to be whipped. The streets are closed off and it is PACKED and super loud, music blasting everywhere, people drinking and dancing. Very typical Dominican setting. The day is supposed to represent releasing all the devil in yourself before Easter and is associated mainly with Catholicism. It was an experience...haha...I like it for about the first hour, but we were there for like 6 hours and that was tooo much for me. I didn't think was that impressive that I needed to be there for 6 hours. But now I can say I saw it and I got whipped and everything! Oh and some guy put a bunch of snakes on me at one point, that was cool haha.There were people (mainly kids) waling around with this dried up mud all over them and these masks and they were asking for money. I'm not quite sure what the significance exactly was but I'm guessing it was just a creative way of showing their poverty at Carnaval.
One of the costumes, each group had different costumes. These costumes cost thousands of dollars.
Snakesssssss!!!
So that was last weekend. I also finally went shopping and got a few things to make me fit in more with the Dominicans haha. This week has been classes and finalizing things for my research project. Now I have to go write up a questionnaire to hand out next week. I'm evaluating how much the community members learn from the program by doing a before and after test. It's more complicated than just that, but I don't want to explain it all now bc my comp is going to die. But I feel better about that whole thing now. Next week we are headed to a campo called Río Limpio from Sunday to Friday and we'll be learning about organic farming. More to come when I get back!
Love y'all and miss you!
Paz y amor,
~Aysha~
To Hell With Good Intentions
To Hell with Good Intentions
by Ivan Illich
An address by Monsignor Ivan Illich to the Conference on InterAmerican Student Projects (CIASP) in
IN THE CONVERSATIONS WHICH I HAVE HAD TODAY, I was impressed by two things, and I want to state them before I launch into my prepared talk.
I was impressed by your insight that the motivation of
I was equally impressed by the hypocrisy of most of you: by the hypocrisy of the atmosphere prevailing here. I say this as a brother speaking to brothers and sisters. I say it against many resistances within me; but it must be said. Your very insight, your very openness to evaluations of past programs make you hypocrites because you - or at least most of you - have decided to spend this next summer in Mexico, and therefore, you are unwilling to go far enough in your reappraisal of your program. You close your eyes because you want to go ahead and could not do so if you looked at some facts.
It is quite possible that this hypocrisy is unconscious in most of you. Intellectually, you are ready to see that the motivations which could legitimate volunteer action overseas in 1963 cannot be invoked for the same action in 1968. "Mission-vacations" among poor Mexicans were "the thing" to do for well-off
Today, the existence of organizations like yours is offensive to
The very frustration which participation in CIASP programs might mean for you, could lead you to new awareness: the awareness that even North Americans can receive the gift of hospitality without the slightest ability to pay for it; the awareness that for some gifts one cannot even say "thank you."
Now to my prepared statement.
Ladies and Gentlemen:
For the past six years I have become known for my increasing opposition to the presence of any and all North American "dogooders" in
Some among you might have reached the conclusion that CIASP should either dissolve altogether, or take the promotion of voluntary aid to the Mexican poor out of its institutional purpose. Therefore you might have invited me here to help others reach this same decision.
You might also have invited me because you want to learn how to deal with people who think the way I do - how to dispute them successfully. It has now become quite common to invite Black Power spokesmen to address Lions Clubs. A "dove" must always be included in a public dispute organized to increase U.S. belligerence.
And finally, you might have invited me here hoping that you would be able to agree with most of what I say, and then go ahead in good faith and work this summer in Mexican villages. This last possibility is only open to those who do not listen, or who cannot understand me.
I did not come here to argue. I am here to tell you, if possible to convince you, and hopefully, to stop you, from pretentiously imposing yourselves on Mexicans.
I do have deep faith in the enormous good will of the U.S. volunteer. However, his good faith can usually be explained only by an abysmal lack of intuitive delicacy. By definition, you cannot help being ultimately vacationing salesmen for the middle-class "American Way of Life," since that is really the only life you know. A group like this could not have developed unless a mood in the United States had supported it - the belief that any true American must share God's blessings with his poorer fellow men. The idea that every American has something to give, and at all times may, can and should give it, explains why it occurred to students that they could help Mexican peasants "develop" by spending a few months in their villages.
Of course, this surprising conviction was supported by members of a missionary order, who would have no reason to exist unless they had the same conviction - except a much stronger one. It is now high time to cure yourselves of this. You, like the values you carry, are the products of an American society of achievers and consumers, with its two-party system, its universal schooling, and its family-car affluence. You are ultimately-consciously or unconsciously - "salesmen" for a delusive ballet in the ideas of democracy, equal opportunity and free enterprise among people who haven't the possibility of profiting from these.
Next to money and guns, the third largest North American export is the U.S. idealist, who turns up in every theater of the world: the teacher, the volunteer, the missionary, the community organizer, the economic developer, and the vacationing do-gooders. Ideally, these people define their role as service. Actually, they frequently wind up alleviating the damage done by money and weapons, or "seducing" the "underdeveloped" to the benefits of the world of affluence and achievement. Perhaps this is the moment to instead bring home to the people of the U.S. the knowledge that the way of life they have chosen simply is not alive enough to be shared.
By now it should be evident to all America that the U.S. is engaged in a tremendous struggle to survive. The U.S. cannot survive if the rest of the world is not convinced that here we have Heaven-on-Earth. The survival of the U.S. depends on the acceptance by all so-called "free" men that the U.S. middle class has "made it." The U.S. way of life has become a religion which must be accepted by all those who do not want to die by the sword - or napalm. All over the globe the U.S. is fighting to protect and develop at least a minority who consume what the U.S. majority can afford. Such is the purpose of the Alliance for Progress of the middle-classes which the U.S. signed with Latin America some years ago. But increasingly this commercial alliance must be protected by weapons which allow the minority who can "make it" to protect their acquisitions and achievements.
But weapons are not enough to permit minority rule. The marginal masses become rambunctious unless they are given a "Creed," or belief which explains the status quo. This task is given to the
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All you will do in a Mexican village is create disorder. At best, you can try to convince Mexican girls that they should marry a young man who is self-made, rich, a consumer, and as disrespectful of tradition as one of you. At worst, in your "community development" spirit you might create just enough problems to get someone shot after your vacation ends_ and you rush back to your middleclass neighborhoods where your friends make jokes about "spits" and "wetbacks."
You start on your task without any training. Even the Peace Corps spends around $10,000 on each corps member to help him adapt to his new environment and to guard him against culture shock. How odd that nobody ever thought about spending money to educate poor Mexicans in order to prevent them from the culture shock of meeting you?
In fact, you cannot even meet the majority which you pretend to serve in
Let me explain this statement, and also let me explain why most Latin Americans with whom you might be able to communicate would disagree with me.
Suppose you went to a
Your reports about your work in
The only people with whom you can hope to communicate with are some members of the middle class. And here please remember that I said "some" -by which I mean a tiny elite in
You come from a country which industrialized early and which succeeded in incorporating the great majority of its citizens into the middle classes. It is no social distinction in the
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At the same time, a middle class in the
And it will be the foreign priest who will especially confirm your self-image for you. After all, his livelihood and sense of purpose depends on his firm belief in a year-round mission which is of the same type as your summer vacation-mission.
There exists the argument that some returned volunteers have gained insight into the damage they have done to others - and thus become more mature people. Yet it is less frequently stated that most of them are ridiculously proud of their "summer sacrifices." Perhaps there is also something to the argument that young men should be promiscuous for awhile in order to find out that sexual love is most beautiful in a monogamous relationship. Or that the best way to leave LSD alone is to try it for awhile -or even that the best way of understanding that your help in the ghetto is neither needed nor wanted is to try, and fail. I do not agree with this argument. The damage which volunteers do willy-nilly is too high a price for the belated insight that they shouldn't have been volunteers in the first place.
If you have any sense of responsibility at all, stay with your riots here at home. Work for the coming elections: You will know what you are doing, why you are doing it, and how to communicate with those to whom you speak. And you will know when you fail. If you insist on working with the poor, if this is your vocation, then at least work among the poor who can tell you to go to hell. It is incredibly unfair for you to impose yourselves on a village where you are so linguistically deaf and dumb that you don't even understand what you are doing, or what people think of you. And it is profoundly damaging to yourselves when you define something that you want to do as "good," a "sacrifice" and "help."
I am here to suggest that you voluntarily renounce exercising the power which being an American gives you. I am here to entreat you to freely, consciously and humbly give up the legal right you have to impose your benevolence on
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Se fue la luz
Us in front of our murals that we painted that you can't see... haha. Check facebook for more and better pictures of everything.
One of the charlas at one of the schools.
Me eating cacao (cocoa) in the fruit form. It tastes nothing like chocolate but is very sweet and delicious. You sucks on the little white balls until all the flavor is gone and then spit it out.
And yet with all these little things that make me appreciate my living situation in Santiago so much more, I still love the campo and find myself feeling more at home there than I ever have in the city. Everyone treats you like family and all the youth are really fun to hang around. And they really care about trying to improve their environment and wanting to help. I felt safe there, whereas in the city it's hard to ever feel safe. I mean, there were definitely a few creepy old men who I did not like very much, but for the most part people were great.
I'm not sure what it was, but it was really great to get away from the city for four days and be in the campo. On the last day none of us wanted to leave. But I didn't stay sad too long because we went directly to this place called "27 Charcos" which means "27 waterfalls" and yes, I JUMPED OFF OF TWENTY-SEVEN WATERFALLS! It was pretty awesome. So much fun. Some of them actually terrified me and I just did it but it was soo scary! I took some pictures with a waterproof disposable camera so hopefully they turn out and I can post them later. That was great. Now I'm feeling pretty good and happy, not looking forward to going back to classes tomorrow, but I just keep telling myself to get through the next two weeks because then we have a week long rural stay in another campo! Im trying really hard to just have fun and not take things too seriously, especially with stressful things like academics and the big research capstone. I need to figure out what I'm going to research asap because I've fallen behind and so that's been a point of stress and unhappiness, but I'm trying to tell myself that I know it will get done and stressing is worthless. I don't have much time here so I really need to enjoy it and be happy about what I'm doing rather than stress out.
Anyway, it's late and I'm soooo beyond tired. Waking up tomorrow is gonna suckkk! I love you all and miss you! Hope all is well wherever in the world you are =)
Paz y amor,
~Aysha~