Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Drip, drip... blotch. The harsh realitites of vivisection

Written by Lisa Bluett

Lisa Bluett wrote this article to accompany my article "If veganism was a religion, I'd be a sinner." She strongly advocates animal rights and here she condemns the practice of vivisection.
Photo: Gabi Falanga

As I look down at the pen in my hand, haunting images cross my mind as the ink spills across the page. As I take notes, I picture a young white rabbit strapped to a table, shivering in fright, her eyes pleading for release. No eyes return her gaze. No ears hear her pleas. Choking on pen ink as it forces its way down her throat, she cannot scream. The gurgling sound of the black ink dies down in the silent room as she drowns.
 “You have to see who that animal is, get to know that animal, not it, but who!” Steve Smit’s voice reaches out to grab me from the horror of what he has come to speak about: vivisection. 
 “What is vivisection again?” the person next to me asks. I simply write, ‘cutting up animals’ in response in my note book. But there is more to it than that. According to the Animal Rights Africa website, vivisection literally means the 'cutting up' of living animals, but has now become more generally used as the term for all experimentation on living animals. On Thursday, 12 May, for animal rights week, Smit, a spokesperson from Animal Rights Africa and a renowned animal rights activist encouraged people to arm themselves with knowledge “…until every cage is free”.
“…Until every cage is free” is the organisation’s slogan. “We don’t want bigger, better cages for animals, we do not want them in cages at all,” said Smit. “We don’t want ethical meat production or ethical research practices and we all know that dairy cows suffer more.” Smit added that in fact it would be better to eat meat because diary cows are prone to getting mastitis and other diseases which cause them to suffer.
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 During the break before the talk began, the snacks arrived. Platters of cheese sandwiches, cheese wrapped in cucumber, cheese on a tooth pick and a few samoosas and spring rolls were to be washed down with Namaqua wine (a wine which uses animal products during the filtering process). Animal rights organisations promote veganism because non-human animal products should not be commodified for human gain. Perhaps we didn’t all know how much suffering went into the making of that platter after all.
With the number of sandwiches outnumbering people, the turn-out was looking dismal. The crowd was made up mostly of ROAR committee members, the organisers. Strange that more people were willing to take their clothes off and parade through the street in the cold during the “Wear your own skin” streak, than were willing to attend a talk on the disfigurement, mutilation and torture of non-human animals as a result of experimentation.
“We know nothing in South Africa,” says Smit as he talks about the legislation and practice of experimentation on animals. Smit also admits that talks on vivisection are not frequent but that vivisection is not a fad topic. It is up to animal rights organisations to encourage people to have a vested interest in fighting testing on animals. After all, the practice is not only stealing the lives of countless non-human animals but humans themselves. There is no conclusive evidence that shows that testing on animals means medication is safe for humans.
Published in Grocott's Mail on 27 May 2011

If veganism was a religion, I’d be a sinner

For the Rhodes Organisation for Animal Rights (ROAR) animal rights week, I became a vegan for the week. When I told a vegan friend of mine what I was doing, she asked sarcastically, “Oh, so is that like becoming Christian for a week?”
Point taken.
Yes, my decision to become vegan for a week seems kind of crazy and very hypocritical. Why would one become vegan for a week for animal rights reasons and then carry on munching them the next? But, before I explain why I did it and what it was like, I’d better explain what being a vegan means.
Veganism is not only related to what one eats, but is a lifestyle philosophy and choice, and is promoted by the vast majority of animal rights organisations (except ROAR from what I can gather). Veganism is different to being a vegetarian, which only excludes meat, in that it means not eating or using any animal or animal by-products. Meat being the obvious exclusion, but cheese, milk, eggs, honey, many alcoholic beverages, leather/fur clothing and any products made by companies which test some of their products on animals. Little did I realise just how much being a vegan would exclude me from eating and using.
My reasons for doing this were so that I could support animal right week without feeling hypocritical about biting into my ham and cheese sandwich at the same time. But more than that, veganism has been something I’ve come across over the past few years through a friend of mine. I’ve always been curious about what veganism is like and I promised myself that I would use the week to make myself more aware of the products that I use and consume and then impart my new-found knowledge and experiences on my readers.
Day one, Monday, 9 May, went surprisingly well, until the end of the day when a function was held for everyone who was involved in the production of SciCue. I walked into a room with platter upon platter of yummy looking finger foods – samoosas, chicken drumsticks, crumbed chicken strips, cheese puffs, caramel cups, chocolate cake, you name it. The only platter I could eat from was the teeny weeny measly veggie platter (which consisted of baby sweet corn, cherry tomatoes and cucumber). Oh, and I had some crackers.
Throughout the week I quickly realised that vegans are an oppressed minority and that very few restaurants and functions cater for them. On Thursday morning, I left with the other fourth year writers to go to the Franschhoek Literary Festival. There weren’t many food options along the way. We went to a nice restaurant for lunch in Knysna and the only item on the entire menu that I could eat was a Greek salad, minus the feta.
For breakfast the next morning, I had brought my own pack of original instant oats and an avo. Lunch had to be done on the go and any vegetarian wraps or sandwiches that I might have wanted had either cheese on them or a cheesy type sauce. I landed up buying slap chips and a salad from the Pick ‘n Pay. This time, I let my friends pick the yummy looking feta out.
Eating vegan food at home was never a problem. I have already almost completely cut meat out of my diet for environmental reasons. Not eating cheese, one of my all time favourites was more difficult. But I soon discovered that one can make delicious, nutritious vegan-friendly meals fairly easily and cheaply. Websites like Vegan SA and PETA have recipe ideas for those days when inspiration is running low.
I broke my veganism on the Friday evening with a hearty, mincey bobotie and plenty of alcohol, in a Franschhoek restaurant. So I guess that if veganism was a religion, then I’d be a sinner.
My greatest breakthrough however, came the week after animal rights week. My research during animal rights week consisted mainly of internet searches. This week I have had time to watch films made by animal rights organisations. Meet your meat consists of 12 minutes of horrific footage: Cows in abattoirs, hanging upside down from one leg, thrashing around with their necks slit open - bleeding, but still alive. Pigs - petrified and packed in on a truck, trampling each other to death. Chickens whose legs have collapsed or broken because they’ve grown so big so quickly, due to all the hormones they are fed, that their legs cannot support their body weight.
As if that wasn’t enough, I watched Earthlings. Divided into five categories of animals used for food, entertainment, science, animal companionship and clothing, Earthlings is an hour-and-a-half worth of heart-breaking, disgusting, shocking and nauseating images of animal cruelty and suffering. I can safely say that I haven’t cried so much in a very, very long time and it has finally pushed me the final step into becoming a proper vegetarian. As Beryl Scott, the national chairperson of “Beauty Without Cruelty” said in an interview with Vegan SA, “I feel that, for some people, the journey towards veganism is a gradual process, but it should ALWAYS be the end goal for everyone who wishes to adopt a cruelty-free lifestyle and especially those who call themselves ‘animal lovers’. Being vegetarian means you are only half way towards being the best person you can be!”
Being a vegan for a week was definitely one of the most eye-opening experiences I’ve ever had, and although I know that being vegetarian is not enough, I am hoping to one day be strong enough to adopt a lifestyle which is completely cruelty free to animals.
Here I am, the day after my vegan week, and very relieved to be drinking a hot chocolate!
Photo: Albert Falanga
Published in Grocott's Mail on 27 May 2011

Some Vegan meal ideas:
Breakfast: Oats, Oats so easy, toast with jam, avo, fruit, museli with soy milk
Lunch: Sandwiches (Use margarine, sweet chilli sauce, cucumbers, tomato, pepperdews), salads, pastas.
Supper: Pasta, vegetable curries, vegetable pie, vegetable soups, stuffed butternut, stir-fry
Snacks: Fruit, nuts, raisins, popcorn,
Treats: Jelly tots, chips (check flavouring), dark chocolate, chocolate soya milk
Protein/ meat replacements: Soya mince, protham, lentils, chickpeas, beans

Websites to visit:
http://www.vegansa.com/ (This website has great vegan recipes, using products which are easily available in South Africa and are animal friendly).
http://www.barnivore.com/ (To find out which alcoholic beverages are vegan friendly and which are not)
http://www.peta.org/ (People for the ethical treatment of animals. The website is packed with information about animal abuse and animal rights. It also contains plenty of information about how to lead a cruelty free life – from food choices, to which companies do and don’t test on animals, clothing choices and the keeping pets debate).
http://www.beautywithoutcruelty.com/  and http://www.bwcsa.co.za/ (More about cosmetics, which products have not been tested on animals and where to buy them).
http://animalrightsafrica.org/ (Find out more about animal rights and cruelty free living).

Prof Dan Wylie - Inaugural lecture

Professor Dan Wylie giving his inaugural lecture titled, "Elephants, compassion and the largesse of literature.”

Professor Dan Wylie presented his inaugural lecture, titled “Elephants, compassion and the largesse of literature” on Tuesday, 17 May, in Eden Grove Blue lecture theatre. Wylie, a lecturer in the English department, is fully absorbed in the field of eco-criticism – the study between literature and the physical environment. In 2008 he published the book, Elephant.

In his lecture, Wylie focussed on how literatures represent elephants and how our imagining of these creatures will affect our treatment of them. He started his lecture by questioning why we don’t raise a monument with the death of every elephant, as we do for humans – essentially highlighting the way that humans consider themselves as separate from the ecosystem. Wylie pointed out that literature can be used to cross the division between ‘human’ and ‘animal’ and to create compassion towards them. In this way we can address our dismal looking ecological future.
Wylie ended off by reading his own poem, which is narrated by an elephant.


A 'fan' gets her book signed after the lecture.


Sunday, August 28, 2011

Sports, smiles and singing in the sunshine!

As six pairs of little legs race higgledy-piggeldy towards the finish line, a group of excited mothers sing, dance and hoot with pride and enjoyment. This was the scene at JD Dlepu stadium on Friday, when local pre-schools had their sports day.
There were children everywhere, some donning T-shirts which said “Superkidz” and “Playing is fun” on them. Teachers, mothers and other supporters enjoyed the action from the side of the mini 50m race track. The children competed in age groups. Not only did they take part in normal races, but also ones where they had to run backwards and forwards to collect blocks that had been laid out on the tracks, put them in their bucket and race to the judges table. There was never a dull moment as some youngsters didn’t quite understand the concept of staying in their lanes and proceeded to run diagonally across the other lanes. Others were so eager to participate, that they bolted over the start line before the word “go” was out of the starter’s mouth. This elicited more hoots of laughter from the appreciative crowd.
A highlight was the sack races. “Tsiba, tsiba!” (Jump, jump!), shouted a teacher as one girl tried to figure out how to navigate the track with her legs in a bag. Occasionally a vuvuzela would sound or a mother would stick her arms out and run in circles as her child crossed the finish line.
Everyone had a wonderful day. The weather played its part – sunny, with a slight breeze to cool down the participants. The children had a blast and the teachers and parents enjoyed the chance to socialise and have fun with the children, using the opportunity to de-stress. Nolukhanyiso Kelele, a Shaw Hall Preschool parent said, “They’re having a good day, they’re very proud of themselves. One day they’re going to be sportsmen and sportswomen.”
Published in Grocott's Mail on 24 May 2011

Shuttle services from hell

Being a little bit in the middle of nowhere, Grahamstonians, scholars and Rhodes students, often require a shuttle service to get around – be it to the airport or to a weekend beach getaway. But after almost four years, my estimation of Grahamstown’s shuttle services is decreasing more rapidly than I eat cheese!
In first year, Rhodes’s free transport (which isn’t free anymore) was sufficient to get me to the airport and back for holidays. Then, for a cousin’s wedding, I had to sniff around for another option and found Shuttle Service A. The trip to the airport was pleasant enough. I sat in the front seat of the kombi and the driver told me all about his work with gangs in Cape Town. Being an inquisitive, adventure hungry, community do-gooder, I was fascinated. On the outskirts of Port Elizabeth, the religious indoctrination began. Oh joy! I couldn’t get out of the kombi fast enough when we reached the airport.
My return flight landed in the evening and a different driver was waiting in the arrivals hall for me and two other passengers. He gave me a friendly greeting and introduced me to his wife, who graced me with an icy stare. And so the ride from hell began...
“Wie’t my gef*kken-miss call?”
“Wie de fok het my al heirdie f*kken please call me’s gestuur?”
“Ek ken nie hierdie f*kken nommer nie!”
The foul language poured out of the wife’s mouth like sewerage from a Thai storm water drain during the monsoon. To make matters worse, the driver was talking on his phone in peak PE traffic and paying no attention to the road.
By the time we got out of PE, it was pitch dark and the N2 with all its infamous road works loomed ominously ahead. But not to worry, we had an audiotape to keep us entertained... With dramatic sermons about the Lord’s goodness. He will save our souls!
Well, believers and non-believers alike needed the Lord’s protection that night. The driver drove like a lunatic, frequently straying over the purposefully positioned double solid lines until Bham! The car’s side mirror was hit off by an on-coming car. It took a little while before the driver realised what had happened and then “Wat de f*k!” In a flurry of swear words, screaming brakes and squealing tyres, the driver did a violent U-turn on the dark, dangerous, winding road and started chasing the car we’d hit, which by this time was just two red tail light specks in the distance. The driver floored it and when he eventually realised he wasn’t going to catch the guy, did another extremely dangerous U-turn and we carried on with our trip from hell. This incident didn’t stop him from driving like a hooligan and the Belgian woman sitting next to me, whispered, “Is it usually like this here?” Well yes it is. Since this incident I have heard numerous horrific complaints about this shuttle company.
Needless to say, I have never used Shuttle Service A again. My dad lodged an official complaint against the driver and informed the company that we were boycotting them.
So, the search for a different shuttle service began. I was impressed by Shuttle Service B’s punctuality, commitment to road safety and the convenience of getting picked up on my doorstep. I have been using them since my second year. But alas, all good things come to an end. Due probably to high demand, Shuttle Service B now also offers discounted end- and beginning- -of-term airport shuttle bookings. What one makes up in price, one loses in convenience, as you have to drag your huge suitcase from opposite ends of town to climb onto a big hired bus in front of Union. Now, instead of offering something different, Shuttle B has become the same as Rhodes’s airport transport. For other times of the term, the driver will pick you up and drop you off at home. But the past three times I’ve used Shuttle B, the driver has been distracted - often getting phone calls about bookings and going much faster than he should be. 
So, with my choices dwindling, I decided to try out Shuttle Service C this weekend. The friendly driver picked two of us up in his little car and drove at a relaxed, but reasonable pace to Port Alfred. My only complaint – the missing driver’s window (the car had been broken into during the week), which meant that I had the pleasure of getting closely acquainted with Hurricane Katrina on the back seat. At least it wasn’t raining.
On the way back on Monday afternoon the driver had covered the entire window hole with clear masking tape. The noise was too much. By the time we were 5km’s out of Port Alfred, I had dug my nails so far into my hands that they were almost coming out the other side. So, in Bathurst we asked the driver to please take the tape off the window. So far so good, until the driver got a call about a missing airport passenger. Then he alternated between driving at a snail’s pace and swerving across the road as he concentrated on finding numbers on his phone, waiting for sufficient signal and making phone calls. Luckily this didn’t last too long, but long enough for me to lose complete confidence in the driver’s abilities and have me wishing once again that I had my own car.
All these shuttle service driver’s could probably drive the Grahamstown-PE road with their eyes shut. But, with so many lives in the balance, having a heavenly name or good memory is not going to stop an accident from happening. Rather, a vigilant, responsible, safety-conscious driver is more likely to do this.
Shuttle services are providing a service to the public and part of that service is ensuring that their passengers get to their destination safely. I am aware that many shuttles use their car as an office away from the office, but it is a criminal offence and extremely dangerous to talk on one’s cell phone while driving. What right do passengers have when using a shuttle service? Do I have the right to complain in the car? I would much rather the driver pull off for phone calls and arrive at my destination a  little but late, than not arrive at all. 
Published in Grocott's Mail on 17 May 2011

Monday, May 23, 2011

Fingo preschool appeals for help


Sixty-three children are squeezed in the tiny Luzuko Preschool building in Fingo Village.
The school is popular and has more than doubled its size since last year. But money is scarce. Some parents cannot pay their monthly school fees and the school receives almost no other support. Although the school has done a lot to raise its own funds, it still desperately needs help (See sidebar).
Earlier in the year, the municipality built two small flush toilets for the children. Pamela Sandi, the school’s supervisor, said the children were so excited to have proper flushing toilets that they sometimes went to the toilet, even when they didn’t need it, just to see them and sit on them.
The teachers, however, still use the bucket toilets, as they are afraid of breaking the little loos.
Sandi, who is trying desperately to take the school from strength to strength, cannot do it without the help of the community.
“My dream is for everyone to be excited to come to school, because of an incentive and a love of the school,” says Sandi.

Here is a list of things that the school needs:
• Donations for the school to buy T-shirts for a local nursery schools’ sports day on 20 May. Sandi has raised R1200 already, but still needs R1 800.
• Monthly donation of vegetables or other food to feed the children.
• The school needs mattresses for the children to rest on during the day. Winter is coming and the mat that the children have to lie on is cold and hard.
• A water tank has been donated to the school, but they do not have gutters for the rain water to run through and into the tank.
• At least one adult-size flush toilet is needed. More children-size toilets are also needed.
• Toys and educational toys.
• The ceiling inside the school is in a very bad condition. It has recently started to leak and the staff are worried that it will collapse and possibly injure the children.
Contact Pamela Sandi at 073 313 0847 if you can help the school in any way, or email Gabi Falanga at g08f0072@campus.ru.ac.za

Giving Makana's citizens a sporting chance

Just over a month ago a disgruntled woman walked into the Grocott’s Mail office wanting to speak to a journalist.
Rose Norkie, the manager of Sun City Nursery School, had been looking forward to their annual sports day, but when the school arrived at Lavender Valley Sports field, it was covered in litter and there were no toilets.
Norkie had booked and paid for the field through the caretaker of the Extension Six Indoor Sports Centre, Lindile Habana.
When she spoke to him, she specifically requested that lines should be painted on to the sports track and that portable toilets should be provided, as there are no ablution facilities at the venue.
“I feel that when you pay for the field, you must see to it that the place is clean and that there are toilets. I don’t think it should be necessary to ask for toilets. They should know that. When people gather, they need toilets!” said an exasperated Norkie.
Before the children could use the field, Norkie and a few others had to clean up the rubbish. They filled more than five black bin bags.
It has taken more than a month investigate this story. For three weeks I tried to get hold of Habana to hear his side of the story.
But, the phone line to the caretaker’s office has been faulty for three months.
Next step, the municipal spokesperson, Thandy Matebese.
Matebese was not sure why the field was dirty and toilets weren’t provided, and wanted to know why Norkie had not reported the issue to Kevin Bates of the Parks Department.
I was shocked when he asked why Norkie was so lazy that she could report the issue to Grocott’s and not walk across the road to lay a complaint at the municipality. How can a municipal official be so condescending and rude?
I wouldn’t want to report anything if that was the attitude that I knew I’d be faced with.
When I asked Norkie why she came to Grocott’s instead of the municipality, she said, “I haven’t got much faith in the municipality. I don’t think they take much notice of one.”

Published in Grocott's Mail on 13 May 2011.

Taking us home

Terri-Lee Adendorff puts her hand on her hip, gives a seductive smile and sings, “I’ll take you home. Ah, ah, Ooo, I’ll take you home!” When the song is finished she says, “We’ll take you all home,” and is met by shrieks and clapping from the audience packed in on Slipstream's dance floor.
On Friday night, two-piece band, Life of Riley, launched their debut album, The Golden Age of Us. Lead vocalist and song writer Adendorff and guitarist and composer, Nich Mulgrew commanded the audience’s attention from the start with their short, catchy folk pop tunes. They looked the part – preppy-looking Mulgrew with his school boy pants and almost-but-not-quite emo side-brushed fringe. Adendorff wearing a sexy, flowing top, kitten heels, long, sleek black hair and sophisticated rectangular D&G spectacles.
The band started off in Grahamstown in 2008, when Adendorff and Mulgrew were in first year. As the band progressed, their fan base grew and in 2010 they won Grahamstown’s Acoustic Battle of the Bands. Despite Mulgrew living in Cape Town this year to do honours, the band have managed to keep together. They played at Splashy Fen music festival last weekend and have finished recording and packaging their album this year. Although the distance has made things tricky, the band will continue.
During the show, Adendorff’s distinct voice ranged from high and lively, to soothing, raunchy, low and sweet. Mulgrew kept his head down as he strummed away at the guitar. The pair kept the audience on their toes as they moved between cheeky, sing-and-clap-along tunes to an angry song and then to a slower, sad song.
“This is a sad song, so weep if you must,” said Adendorff.
“With joy,” Nick chips in.
The band members’ sense of humour peppered throughout the show keeps the audience laughing. After performing a cover of Florence and the Machine song “Kiss with a Fist”, an audience member says, “They were flipping good hey!” The comments overheard after the show were all in the same vein.
The band is selling CD’s for R60 including postage. To get one, email Mulgrew on nichmulgrew@gmail.com.

Published in Grocott's Mail on 3 May 2011.

Silent protest photos

All photos by photographer, Caeri Dunnell. To see more of her work visit Caesium Photography.

The 1 in 9 protest participants pose for a group photo in front of Rhodes University's clock tower. More than 1550 people took part in the protest, making it the largest 1 in 9 protest that has ever taken place in South Africa and the biggest protest that has ever occured at Rhodes.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Most of the protesters had their mouths taped in solidarity with women who are raped or sexually abused. Only 1 in 9 rapes get reported in South Africa and only in 4% of the reported cases does the perpetrator get prosecuted.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
1 in 9 protest participants march in silence from the Great Hall, where they were taped up to the Rhodes University clock tower for a group photo. Silence speaks louder than words.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Rhodes University's Dean of Students, Dr Vivian de Klerk, supported the protest.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
I'm in the middle flanked by my best friends Lisa and Caeri (the photographer).
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Protestors marching to the clock tower.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Silent protestors could get their mouths retaped during the day.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Silent protestors were not allowed to remove their tape during the day to eat or speak. Here a protestor writes notes to her friend.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Silent in solitude.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
The 1  in 9 protestors took part in a die-in in the Rhodes University library quad. This symbolised the women who have been silenced and even murdered through sexual abuse.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
The die-in - A chance to reflect on why we were taking part in the protest.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Die-in.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Lisa Bluett making a point about what rape does to women.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Men could participate in the protest too, but did not have their mouths taped.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Here you can see the T-shirts that the silent protestors wore on the day.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
The protestors march to the Cathedral to be untaped.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Protestors marching to the Cathedral.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Entering the Cathedral.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
Here I am hungry and emotionally drained, but relieved to finally be untaped. After we were untaped, we marched from the Cathedral back to the Great Hall for a concert.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell.
All photos by photographer, Caeri Dunnell. To see more of her work visit Caesium Photography.

I am angry


My mouth was taped for the 1 in 9 silent protest, in solidarity with those who have been silenced by rape and sexual abuse.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell
 The Silent Protest hadn’t even begun yet when I saw a res friend sitting on the Great Hall floor donning a ‘Rape Survivor’ T-shirt. She was crying and her friends sat with their arms around her. I had no idea.
Two weeks ago I spent a day with my mouth taped shut as part of the 1 in 9 silent protest. By the time the morning was over, I had seen classmates, res friends, acquaintances, a friend’s mother and many strangers all bravely wearing the same "Rape Survivor" T-shirt.
Seeing friends wearing that shirt made me angry. Very, very angry. The statistics became a reality – rape was something that could happen to me.
Our taped mouths, misinterpreted by many, symbolised the millions of women who have not told anyone that they’ve been raped, or, have told someone only to be horribly let down by a system which fails to prosecute rapists. This makes me angry.
At lunch time, all the protesters lay down in the library quad for an hour-and-a-half-long "die-in". Upon asking my long-term boyfriend to say hi to me at the die-in and to walk into town with me, his SMS reply was: “I’m not gonna come meet you, I’m really sorry but I would just feel really uncomfortable…”
I was furious! Uncomfortable with what? My silence? After being together for a year and a half did he really feel that talking to each other ALL the time was necessary? Did he think I was going to be sombre in light of the protest and wouldn’t be fun to be around?
This made me angry.
When I eventually brought myself to talk to my boyfriend, the reality of his discomfort was quite different. Contrary to what I thought, he was not uncomfortable with me, but after reading the message on the protesters T-shirts, he felt that the protest was against men and was not comfortable with the thought of being surrounded by more than a thousand male-bashing protesters.
He also felt that the T-shirts implied that all men are rapists and wanted to know why no emphasis was placed on men who get raped.
Yes, we were bashing men – bashing the men who think it is their right to rape women. Women were angry and still are.
I am angry that a man can tell a woman wearing a rape survivor T-shirt that “it would have been better if your mouth was taped shut”.
I am angry that I live in a country where gender equality is part of the constitution, but violence against women is largely the norm.
I am angry that our justice system is just-a-system. I am angry that our leaders are not taking this problem seriously and that some are unprosecuted perpetrators.
I am angry that according to statistics, by the time I am 50 years old I will have been raped at least once.
I am angry that one day my daughter will probably be raped. And so will yours. I am angry at a comment made about my taped mouth, “Dis nou hoe ‘n vrou moet lyk” (That is how a woman should look).
I am angry at the stories I heard during the day: a young woman raped by her uncle when she was between the age of four and six; a 15-year-old girl raped by her cousin, in her room, her safe space; a woman who’d watched her father rape her mother; a young girl trying to deal with the secret of her best friend’s rape; a woman who was too ashamed to wear the ‘Rape Survivor’ T-shirt.
We were waging war on patriarchy. And yet, my boyfriend is a man who will not violate women and we desperately need the support of men to fight sexual violence. So instead of excluding men, why don’t we allow them to be taped up for the day?
Taped women are meant to symbolise raped women. But, if men were taped they might be able to identify with the powerlessness and vulnerability that women experience.
Many students, mainly non-participants, do not realise the significance and symbolism involved in the silent protest. I think that the campaign fails to properly inform the wider Grahamstown community about why exactly it is done and it does not use the opportunity to interrogate other gender issues.
Even though I felt that I hadn’t been supported by my boyfriend, in hindsight, I know that is not strictly true.
I was touched by the support I received from some unlikely places - Facebook messages, SMSes and phone calls from friends I have not seen or spoken to in years, thanking me for what I was doing on behalf of women and applauding my braveness.
I did not sign up for the protest to get a pat on my back, but it felt good to know that my actions were having far-reaching effects.
I am still angry, but I was also empowered by the protest. I was part of the biggest 1 in 9 protest to date. I stood up and fought the war on women’s bodies. I still am fighting it.
I was part of an event where rape survivors were able to open up and confide their horrific ordeals, surrounded by empathy and love, allowing the healing process to start for them.
It was a highly emotional day and an experience that participants – myself included – are unlikely to ever forget. It has changed me and it will hopefully contribute to change in our country.
I want to stop being angry.

Published in Grocott's Mail on 29 April 2011.

Meri Kenaz brings her heart to Grahamstown

Photo by Gabi Falanga
Meri Kenaz’s performance is a whole-body experience. As she sings, her hips sway gently from side to side, her eyes close and she lifts her chin slightly as she delicately plucks out a tune on her guitar. Her music envelops the small, cosy group in the Rhodes Student Union on Monday night. 
For a person with such a small body, Kenaz has a surprisingly deep and powerful voice. Her music is difficult to place in any one genre - a mixture of acoustic soul, South African folk, with an undertone of blues.
Her guitar work is intricate and, to add even more interest to her performance, she sings a song in Afrikaans and does some beautiful, warbling whistling in another.
Kenaz is down to earth and radiates wholesomeness. With her pretty blonde dreadlocks, natural beauty, and open, honest face, she connects with her audience in a very intimate way. She does not seem to be put off by lack of numbers, and throws herself into her performance, just as she would no doubt do if it were a much larger crowd.
Kenaz has been writing music from a young age. She played a song about young love, written when she was 14. Her stop in Grahamstown is part of her Meri Kenaz Splashy Fen Tour, but she will be back in Grahamstown for the National Arts Festival in July.
Kenaz has just finished recording her latest album, Deeper, with Peace of Eden Studios. True to Kenaz’s style, her CD is not in the usual CD box, but wrapped in a piece of fabric, with pages of beautiful drawings inside.

Published in Grocott's Mail on 21 April 2011.

Wind farm geology debate: Stuck between a rock and a hard place

The recent authorisation by the National Department of Environmental Affairs of the proposal to build a wind farm on the outskirts of Grahamstown has added fuel to a number of debates. One of these is whether or not the geology in the area is stable enough to support these enormous structures.
A geo-technical survey has yet to be done, before construction begins. meanwhile, the debate rages on.
The underlying geology in Grahamstown consists of quartzite, shale and clays of the Cape Supergroup. According to Dr Nick Stavrakis, who specialises in applied geology, the possible presence of clay in the underlying geology could lead to the wind turbines being unstable.
When clay is placed under pressure, especially directed pressure, “the clay liquefies... and starts to flow. There’s no support once it starts to liquefy and basically you have collapse. So wherever the stress is in that foundation, there’ll be movement,” he says.
Stavrakis is not opposed to green power; however, he believes that there are better locations for the eight proposed turbines than the Waainek Road, namely, the flat peneplain area near the substation. This area, according to Stavrakis, has a thick, hard silcrete crust and is fairly barren, making it unsuitable for agriculture.
He also says, “I believe it’s owned by the community. It’s the closest point to an Eskom substation, so you wouldn’t have power losses along the way.”
Palaeontologist, Dr Billy de Klerk, points out that clay deposits, covered by a layer of silcrete, occur mostly on the flat areas above Grahamstown. Underlying the high ground is the Witteberg group of rocks, which consists predominantly of quartzites.
“The high ground here is ideal... they [the Witteberg rocks] are as hard as hell and they’re on the high ground where you want your turbines to be in the first place. The higher your turbine, the more air flow it’s going to pick up,” says de Klerk.
“I think that Grahamstown has actually sited their turbines correctly on the high ground, and that minimises the amount of clay material below any turbine's position. The high ground is resilient, that’s why it’s high, so any of the softer weathered material has been washed away already.”
Stavrakis says, however, that the Witteberg quartzites are structurally disturbed by faults and therefore have weaknesses. He says that, in addition, interbedded with the quartzite are thick layers of soft clay-filled shale.
Even though hard rock would be more suited to the placement of wind turbines, de Klerk, who has done consulting for other wind farm proposals, believes this is not necessarily always the case.
“The foundations have to be 20 by 20 metres, and about five metres down. Then they sink cables into boreholes in various directions, which are then anchored in that concrete block,” he says.
Both Stavrakis and de Klerk point out that a comprehensive geo-technical survey of the area needs to be done before there is certainty about the suitability of the geology to support the turbines.
“It’s complex, because we don’t really know the underlying geology in great detail and apparently no geological or geo-technical study has been done,” says Stavrakis.
De Klerk says, “They haven’t completed their geo-technical survey, so they may not go and put them exactly at those points because of the considerations of what the substrate is going to be. Is it shale or is it quartzite? If it’s shale, they would think twice about the positioning. If it’s quartzite it’s competent and not a problem.”

 
A wide band of soft carbonaceous shale (the dark layer above Stavrakis' head in picture) interbedded in quartzites of Witteberg Group. This structurally-weak zone is on the approximate stratigraphic horizon as the proposed Waainek Wind Farm area and specifically the beds underlying the three turbines closest to the Umaria Umama Monastery. A layer such as this would be hugely problematic for the placement of a heavy wind turbine.
Photo by Kerry Holmes

Faulting with clearly-visible subsidence in Witteberg Group rocks in road cutting to the south of Grahamstown. The main fault traces are shown with broken white lines on the photograph. According to Stavrakis, such a position would constitute an unsuitable site for a large wind turbine.
Photo by Kodak Express

Well-known palaeontologist, Dr Billy de Klerk, feels the proposed location for the wind farm is probably suitable, as it is on resilient, high ground.
Photo by Mike Davies-Coleman
Published in Grocott's Mail on 15 April 2011.

Ritalin: Concentration catalyst versus kiddy-cocaine

Ritalin is traditionally used by people who have concentration problems. For these people, the drug does a lot of good. But Ritalin is being bought off-label by non-prescription users to aid in study and as a party drug. few of these users know about its side effects and contra-indications.


Ritalin is prescribed to ADD and ADHD sufferers. It has become prevalent among students to buy the drug illegally and use it to assist in studying. Some even snort the contents of the capsule to make them more sociable when going out. Photo by Gabi Falanga
ADHD/ADD users
A child sits in a room, one wall covered in 10 television screens. But the child doesn’t know which screen to concentrate on and doesn’t absorb anything.
On Ritalin, however, the child is able to focus on one screen at a time, ignoring other distractions.
This is how one doctor describes the effects of Ritalin on a person with AD(H)D.
Ritalin is a central nervous system stimulant originally prescribed to children who had been diagnosed with Attention Deficit (Hyperactivity) Disorder (AD(H)D). The symptoms: Difficulty concentrating, lack of attentiveness, fidgetiness, impulsiveness and sometimes hyperactivity.
Today, concentration problems are recognised in adults, too, and are better accepted than they were 20-odd years ago. As a result, Ritalin is being prescribed to adults to help them concentrate.
Third-year Rhodes student, Michael Glover, has been on Ritalin since he was a child.
“Without it I’m distracted in the extreme and can’t assign my concentration to one particular thing for a sufficient length of time.
"Background noises and other distractions no longer compete so tenaciously for my attention. Generally, the medication placates me, in the sense that I feel composed, rather than restive and volatile.
"Without Ritalin, I would have to work twice as hard and still wouldn’t achieve the marks I now produce.”
Michael’s not the only one. Third-year student, Audrey*, says she has a love-hate relationship with the drug, but that ultimately she can’t survive without it: “I take it to help me concentrate. I find it difficult to start work, and get easily distracted afterwards.
"Ritalin helps me to focus on one thing.”
Aubrey took Ritalin every day while she was at school and experienced unpleasant side-effects, as well as changes in her behaviour.
“I hardly ate. I had a massive loss of appetite - food no longer was appealing. It became almost gross -looking.
"I would forget about time, days and people. I’m sure I could go a whole week without saying more than 10 words.”
Aubrey now uses Ritalin less frequently, as well as taking a decreased dosage.
Ritalin has had a big impact on Dave Morrison, who is doing his Master’s in Biochemistry. He has been using Ritalin since his second year.
“When I started using Ritalin, all my marks improved by 20% and I suddenly had the ability to do maths and accounts. I never had the ability to do that before,” he says.
Ritalin consists of Methylphenidate and is a central nervous stimulant, which acts on dopamine, the "happy" neurotransmitter in the brain.
This affects the reward response section of the brain, which gives a person positive feedback in what they’re doing, which in turn increases concentration in the task. It also promotes long-term memory formation.

Master's student, Dave Morrison started using Ritalin in his second year to help him concentrate. Since then he has started using Concerta, similar to Ritalin, but with a slower release mechanism.
Photo by Desiree Schirlinger

The sellers and the buyers
Some students have taken to buying and selling Ritalin. Jonathan* is a second-year student who has ADD.
“I sell about half of my Ritalin each month, and then I use about a quarter for going out and a quarter for work,” says Jonathan. “I sell it to make a bit of extra money, but I mainly just sell to people I know and I often give some away, because I know people enjoy it.”
James*, a third-year student, buys Ritalin to help him work and study. Sometimes friends share their pills with him and other times he buys from people with prescriptions.
“It is quite prevalent. Sometimes it’s very hard to get hold of. But there’s a surprising number of students who take Ritalin at Rhodes.
"A lot of people refuse to sell it, though.”
Audrey has ADD and has been using Ritalin since she was a child. When she was first approached by a friend to give her some, she refused. Since then, she has sold some of her prescription, but uses most of it herself: “At the time, my family were going through some troubles and the extra money helped me a bit,” she says.
Selling prescription medication without a license is illegal, however.
“It’s essentially the same thing as drug-dealing,” said local doctor, Dario Berenisco. “You can’t sell medication without being a pharmacist,” he said.
Both Dr Berensico and another Grahamstown doctor, Dr X (who preferred not to be named) admit that it is very easy to trick doctors into giving out Ritalin prescriptions, because there is no test to determine whether or not a person has AD(H)D.
The doctor has to make a decision, based on what a patient tells him.
Berenisco says psychological testing, alongside a doctor’s consultation, would be advisable, but that this is out of reach of most people, in terms of costs and waiting time.

The performance enhancers
Many students have become wise to the fact that Ritalin aids concentration and buy it from friends and other Ritalin “dealers” to increase their focus while working on assignments and studying.
“You have a lot of energy and it allows you to focus very well,” says third-year student, James*. James first tried Ritalin in first year, when a friend suggested that he try some before one of his exams. He’s been using it since then, but only to do assignments and while studying for exams.
Rhodes University’s Dean of Students, Dr Vivian de Klerk, is aware of and concerned about this use of Ritalin.
“I believe that students who do not take any performance enhancers get a realistic sense of their own competencies, and they learn coping skills which will stand them in good stead later in life.
"They can be confident that they will be able to maintain these levels when they join the workplace and face a range of new and demanding stresses,” de Klerk says.
But asked if he thought Ritalin provided him with an unfair advantage over other students, James said, “In my case, I really struggle to focus and get work done, whereas other people find it very easy. I don’t think it’s for me to say whether it provides an unfair advantage or not.”
Although James feels he really needs something to help him concentrate, he has built up a significant tolerance and is worried that he is developing a dependency on the drug.
“For what I used to be able to do using 40mg, I now need 90mg. I struggle to work without it these days, because I’ve become so accustomed to using it to work.
"It worries me, because I want to take my studies further. I don’t want to be doing my Master’s thesis, having to sniff Ritalin.”
Grahamstown doctor, Dr X (who preferred not to be named) pointed out that people with addictive personalities could let their use of Ritalin get out of control.
Dr X said seven percent of women and nine percent of men suffered from concentration problems. If a person found that Ritalin helped them, then they were probably in this statistical bracket, he said.
Berenisco is adamant that Ritalin should be prescribed and monitored by a doctor, no matter how safe or unsafe it is.
“There are certain people in whom it can be very unsafe. Epileptics, for example, people with high blood pressure, people who’re using other medications. For them, it is a potential problem,” said Berenisco.

Dr Berenisco says he checks his prescription records regularly to ensure patients aren't buying Ritalin too frequently. He says Ritalin should not be used without a prescription, as it needs to be monitored by a doctor.
Photo by Gabi Falanga

Recreational users
Ritalin’s use as a party drug is increasing. Samuel is a third-year student who has only ever used Ritalin recreationally.
“Usually I’ll use Ritalin when I’m with friends and we feel like a bit of a pick-me-up before going out.
"I could have had a long and exhausting day and still go out that night, full of energy and willing to talk with anyone,” he says.
Most recreational users of the drug open the capsules and crush up the little balls into a fine powder, which they snort in the same way that cocaine is snorted.
“Snorting it allows the effects to kick in right away, and they are also considerably stronger than if you were to swallow the pill. It produces quite a high; a euphoric feeling and a desire to socialise.
"When you swallow the pill, you don’t get quite the same rush,” says Samuel.
Snorting of the drug, however, isn’t the only similarity Ritalin has to cocaine. Both are amphetamines and release certain stimulating neurotransmitters from the brain.
It’s known by some as “kiddy-cocaine”, or as “cocaine with a PG rating,” a phrase popularised by the series, House.
Samuel has tried cocaine, and he comments on the similarities and differences between the two: “It was pretty similar to Ritalin, albeit a hell of a lot more expensive.
"I think cocaine has more of the euphoria that only large amounts of Ritalin can induce. They both make you more focused and energetic. However, cocaine is quite a lot more intense.”
Berenisco was surprised to hear about the recreational abuse of Ritalin, although he pointed out that there was a huge amount of potential for abuse in any medication used incorrectly.
“It does have stimulant effects, as does coffee, as do caffeine tablets that you buy over the counter. So, I think it’s a bit of a con, just because it’s Ritalin,” he says.
De Klerk said she had no information regarding the recreational use of Ritalin.
“We cannot police the minutiae of the daily lives of all our students. They are adults, and must make their own decisions.
"This means they must also live with the consequences of any bad decisions which they may make.”
De Klerk says that the university talks to students about the dangers of drugs and alcohol during Orientation Week, but that they are not planning to design a campaign specifically around the use of Ritalin.
“If the university makes too much fuss about the issue, it may well plant a seed in the minds of some of our students who had not previously contemplated trying the drug out,” she says.
It’s not all fun and games, however. As with other drugs, there is a come-down as the drug starts wearing off.
“You slowly start to feel uncomfortable and less sociable,” says Samuel. “In addition to that, you start to feel tired and worn out.”
The drug also leaves users unable to sleep for a long period of time after taking it, and users have reported feeling shaky, moody, agitated and they get headaches.
“It’s a horrible feeling,” says Samuel, “almost like you’ve just realised something terrible has happened, that same sinking feeling.”
Dr X says, “The dangers are that it is a mind-altering drug. It’s a stimulant. It’s combined with other stimulants like the Red Bull and the caffeine. It’s compounded by the alcohol.” Both Dr X and Berenisco point out that selling Ritalin and using it without a prescription is illegal.
De Klerk also commented on the illegality of buying and selling the drug: “If the University becomes aware of whom the culprits are, they will be charged or handed over to the police for investigation,” she says.
*Names changed to protect identities

Side effects
The following are side-effects experienced by the Ritalin users, or mentioned by the doctors in this story:
•Insomnia
•Depression
•Moodiness, agitation
•Loss of appetite
•Weight loss
•Headaches
•Difficulty reaching orgasm
•Feeling confused, muddled or socially awkward
•Heart palpitations
•Dry mouth and extreme thirst
•Lethargy
•Balding

Potential dangers
Ritalin is dangerous for people with the following conditions:
•Diabetes
•Thyroid problems
•On other medication
•Depression
•Prone to addiction
•Epilepsy
•High blood pressure
•Tics or tourettes
•Heart problems
•Liver problems
•Pregnant
•Bipolar

Published in Grocott's Mail on 1 April 2011.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Politicians, penises and peals of laughter with Pieter-Dirk Uys

Pieter Dirk Uys prepares his make-up for Evita Bezuidenhout as part of a character sketch of his enduring character, Nowell Fine, in his show, Desperate First Ladies, at Rhodes Theatre this week.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell

Still the Krokodil. Pieter Dirk Uys as P.W Botha, in his show, Desperate First Ladies.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell

Pieter Dirk Uys as a Sarah Palin look-alike working in the White House, in his show, Desperate First Ladies.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell

Pieter Dirk Uys as Grace Mugabe.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell
Peals of laughter, embarrassed giggles and shocked chuckles filled the Rhodes theatre, as Pieter-Dirk Uys entertained the audience on Tuesday night.
Uys was in Grahamstown to perform his show, “Pieter-Dirk Uys and the Desperate First Ladies”, at the Rhodes Theatre.
Uys pulled one political joke after the other and slipped effortlessly between different costumes and personas. His first impersonation, of PW Botha, left one wondering if they were, in fact, relatives. Wearing his broederbond pakkie, an orange, white and blue sash, and with his cheeks puffed out, pressed together platypus lips and an accusatory waggling finger, some audience members were no doubt transported to the past.
“Politicians are like monkeys: The higher they climb up the pole of ambition, the more of their assholes we can see. When we look up we see POEPHOL!” shouted Uys at some point.
Mother Theresa even made an appearance, managing the phone line in heaven, while the angels were on strike. She couldn’t help reminding Muslim terrorist bombers that “If you blow yourself up in a supermarket, you’ll come to heaven in pieces!”
Before Uys’s most famous character, Evita Bezuidenhout, made an appearance, her stripper sister, Bambi Kellerman, educated the younger members of the audience on how to protect their "members" in moments of passion. The blush factor in the audience increased significantly as she whipped out two differently coloured rubber penises to do a condom demonstration.
Other politically related figures who underwent the wrath of Uys during the show were Winnie Mandela, "the mugger of the nation"; Grace Mugabe, "Darth Vader in drag" and Indira Gupta, "the Indian mafia woman".
Finally, after a two-hour build-up, Tannie Evita made her appearance, fake eyelashes and all.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she gushed.
It wasn’t long before she took a jab at the Eastern Province – “You’re the only province that steals its own deficit!” she said with a chuckle.
Uys left the stage with a wildly excited audience clapping, cheering and some giving a standing ovation.
Pieter Dirk Uys in the Rhodes Theatre dressing room after the show this week. He says packing away his costumes is the 'third act' of his show.
Photo by Caeri Dunnell

Published in Grocott's Mail on 1 April 2011.