Posts Tagged ‘election’

Tuesday, May 12th, 2009

I’ve been watching too much Seinfeld. It’s kind of a grim reminder how little life has a plotline. In a good way, though.

So, let’s see … what’s happened in the [fucking long time] since my last post?

  • New president (Zuma, what a shock):
    This photo of someone sleeping while waiting for election results won me Photo of the Week at work.  Which is pretty cool.

    This photo of someone sleeping while waiting for election results won me Photo of the Week at work. Which is pretty cool.

    Can’t say that I necessarily support a lot of the horrible politicking of the election season, nor can I say I’m a horribly big fan of how the Zuma trial went, but … well, it’s been over 24-hours and he hasn’t completely obliterated the country. So: so far so good

  • Finally covered a decent protest-gone-bad: Some might call it a riot. I’m not so sure. I mean, yes, it devolved into stun grenades and rubber bullets and rocks being chucked at the police, but only for about 3 - 5 minutes. I really think SASCO and the CPUT students have more in them (and I hope so, ’cause I came back with shit photos) …
    My best photo of the violence ... WHY DID I HAVE TO HAVE A 12-24 ON MY CAMERA?

    My best photo of the violence ... WHY DID I HAVE TO HAVE A 12-24 ON MY CAMERA?

    smr_1341

  • Finally went to Blue Waters: Refugee camp that was actually shut down several months ago, but people won’t leave because they’re afraid of the horrific violence they’ve already experienced. It’s been about a year now since the xenophobic attacks. So, in a nutshell: horribly depressing situation, incredibly photogenic. Ah, horrible, suffocating poverty.

    smr_1453

  • Life outside work: I’ve been readmitted to Cal, though I haven’t gotten my appointment to sign up for classes yet. I’ve also been elected to the Staff Rep position at the Daily Cal (very competitive: I was running against myself). So … I guess I’ll have something resembling that other life I’ve been living once I get back.

Work is treating me well. Ian (boss) keeps asking me about extending my visa. Oh, if only he had asked a month or two ago. As it is, I’m starting to look into freelancing opportunities back in the states (and by “starting to look” I mean “have considered the idea of starting to look”).

Actually, most of this happened in the past week or two. I don’t know if it’s just been quiet(er) otherwise or it I just don’t remember very far back … oh well.

Desmond Tutu and a cross-dressing political satirist: Highlight of my election night.

Desmond Tutu and a cross-dressing political satirist: Highlight of my election night.

“Good coffee should be dark as the devil, hot as hell, and sweet as a kiss.” - Hungarian saying.Though I think there should be something about “bitter” in that …

Hmm … can’t seem to get photo alignment right on here. Should really brush up on internet-technology-isms and such.

Feelings of Impending Doom

Friday, February 6th, 2009
Elvis watches the horses at the J+B Met

Elvis watches the horses at the J+B Met

It’s going to take me half an hour just to transfer all these fucking photos.

So I’m trying to figure out how to go about this, because it’ll probably happen again: it’s been a busy week, which means I have lots of photos and not a lot of time to update. I’ve already ruled out just putting up a few shots from everything I’ve done: several of the assignments were boring as shit, and I don’t want to waste my time.

So I suppose I’ll just aggregate (is that the word I think it is?) a few photos that I’m pleased with. Except that I did do a little thinking and have a coherent thought I want to put out. And that doesn’t fit too well with just random photos … crap.

My thoughts: I seem to have adopted a tendency to expect the worst. As a kid I recall being horribly pessimistic, and I seem to have retained a fair bit of cynicism. More importantly, I have some kind of anxiety which I blatantly ignore on an emotional level, but it constantly pollutes my thoughts with the most dire outcome to a given situation:

That loud thunder-like noise? Must be a bomb in the middle of the city.
All that smoke? Cape Town’s going up in flames.
Haven’t received a response email for a whole three days (KATHLEEN, E-MAIL ME SO I KNOW YOU’RE ALIVE)? The recipient must’ve been kidnapped and is currently undergoing torture too horrible to imagine.
That rash? Leprosy.
That smell? Agent Orange.

You get the idea.

This might surprise some people, as I like to think that I come off as a remotely level-headed person most of the time, and not a screaming loon pronouncing the imminent Apocalypse. Maybe I have that wrong.

The point of all this is to qualify my thoughts on the coming elections (the South African one, as opposed to the American one which is, you know, done). If you don’t know recent South African history go look on Wikipedia or something. For the first time since the democratization of South Africa there’s a legitimate second party (Cope) contesting the current ruling party (the ANC).

Head of the IFP

Head of the IFP

My inclination as an American is to think that the politics will be rather anti-climactic and (avoiding a poli-sci spiel, here) the ruling party will win due to apathy. But there’s a factor here that I’m not used to: blood. Lots of fucking blood. Spilt less than 20 years ago. The family’s that saw the violence are still here, and there have been recent reports of minor conflicts in townships (though if they’re explicitly politically motivated isn’t specified). It didn’t hit me ’til I started reading the Bang Bang Club that a lot of the major players are still here. For fuck sake, I took pictures of the head of the IFP just last week (ed. note: In no way am I claiming that Mangosuthu Bulthelezi is directly responsible for any violence. Just wanna make it clear that apartheid and the apartheid violence is not too far removed from the currently political climate).

So … I don’t know where all these thoughts really lead. I guess this election is something of a test for South Africa: has the country progressed to the point where people are just destroyed by the typical machine of political corruption and cruelty or are they still going to be killed by machetes? And I know it’s horrible, but part of me wants to see it get hectic. I know it’s wrong to want something horrible to happen, to always expect the worst is going to happen, but I guess that’s just part of my personality. So … shit.

Sorry for the text-heavy post. Next one will just be photos (vis-a-vis Vic’s photo round-ups, except entirely egotistical and just my photos). Promise. Look, another picture!

sr0_0133For the record: I’m not implying that this guitar was directly responsible for any of the violence at the end of apartheid, either. Just keepin’ it safe.

24 Hours After a New President

Wednesday, January 21st, 2009

There was a moment yesterday, while Obama was speaking during the inauguration, where I felt an odd warmth in my chest and a tug on my throat. I’m not really familiar with what “national pride” feels like. Kinda like an upset stomach, actually.

Maybe 200 or 300 people crowded in to watch the inauguraiton.

Maybe 200 or 300 people crowded in to watch the inauguraiton.

And the crowd goes wild.

And the crowd goes wild.

Side note: I think more South Africans know the American National Anthem than Americans.