The One Inch Journey First of all, by living at Oranjia Jewish Children’s Home, I can observe and participate in the daily lives of South African children. All of the children and the staff of Oranjia have been extremely friendly and inquisitive since the moment I walked in the door. I thank them all for sharing their space, their stories, and their concerns with me. Secondly, I am trying to establish a cross-cultural (non-racial) program for young people from a variety of children’s homes. The program is similar to one that I supervised in the United States. The minimal structure is there so that participants can get to know one another and begin working together as a group. But beyond that, the participants decide what form and function their group will take (forum for discussion, social outings, sports club, etc.) By working through the process to set up this program and observing factors such as:
Now that I have outlined the ideal process and outcomes of my experiences in South Africa, I can more honestly describe the reality of what has happened since my jet-lagged arrival in Cape Town. My entire excursion was based on a plan that allowed me to "experience the place" that I am visiting as an observer. I thought that I would come to South Africa and see the people, the institutions, etc., and magically understand them and find a useful context back home to apply my new-found understanding of youth work in a foreign country. (Here’s where the reality sets in.) After leaving the security of my past, I am certain of only two things: one, nothing happens magically, and two, Wendell Berry knows best. I thought that I had left the States to learn about new places and new people. But, instead, I am learning about myself and how I react when I come into contact with new places and new people. I have found how frustrating it feels to be speaking the same language as the person I am speaking to, but I don’t feel that we are communicating. I have found how energising it feels when I am talking with a person who speaks a language that I don’t, and I understand them. I have felt the anger and the insecurity of having my most basic values challenged, and I couldn’t find the words or the courage to challenge back. And most importantly, I have realised that it is these uncomfortable experiences that are allowing me to see myself and look at my thoughts and ideas in a new way. As child care workers, it is our responsibility to ourselves and to the children we work with to challenge our own development. The more we challenge ourselves to learn about who we are in relation to our old and new surroundings, the better able we are to challenge and encourage the development of the children with whom we work and grow. Travelling "far from home" doesn’t have
to mean flying to a different continent. If you live on top of a
mountain, it might mean taking a hike along an untravelled path. Or if
you have a distant view of the ocean, it might mean you have to get
closer and play in the sand or the water. So why did I leave the
security of my life m Minnesota to travel to the unknown land of South
Africa? Maybe it was to "get closer to the ocean and to play in the
sand". But whatever the answer is today, I know that it will be
different tomorrow, next week, and when I leave Cape Town in January.
That is why I am here.
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