Saturday, February 19, 2011

Channeling Orwell in my classroom.

In my new teaching position, I am preparing tenth grade students for an international exam set and marked by a division of Cambridge University. The exam demands clarity, precision, and deliberation from students, and as a teacher, this requires an intense amount of critical thought and focus inside and outside of the classroom. The more vague, disorganized, and lackluster the work I receive, the more strident the comments I make. I dissect and revise each composition’s cancerous organs while extolling the virtues of George Orwell’s seminal article Politics and the English Language, which remains a refreshingly intelligent and honest critique of abstraction and staleness in modern English.

As an upshot, I identify in Orwell’s words many bad habits in my own writing, and I hone the edge of this new awareness on the whetstone of my students’ work. In the classroom I ask, “Why?” or “What does that actually mean?” at every opportunity, and these mental calisthenics benefit my own writing. However, I do secretly fear I am developing a screechy tick about economy of language, and unfortunately many students shrink from my zeal.

Orwell believed insincere language was corroding modern English because political language, which can only be understood as conscious attempts to muddle the truth or worse, was infectious and self-perpetuating. This decay springs from jargon, which destroys clarity and precision, and euphemism, which numbs visceral reactions to concrete actualities. Dead and maimed children become ‘collateral damage,’ torture becomes ‘enhanced interrogation,’ kidnapping becomes ‘rendition,’ arbitrary arrests and persecution become ‘enhanced security,’ human beings become ‘cockroaches.’ In Orwellian terms, modern English is a dangerous sham.

Rwanda is no stranger to jargon. Colonialism, imperialism, and the state post-independence have all relied on jargon. Violent and repressive policies require jargon because, as Orwell notes, precise language evokes graphically disturbing mental images. When imperialists, for example, spoke honestly, the effect of their words is chilling to contemporary ears. In the introduction to his book When Victims Become Killers, Mahmood Mamdani excerpts a passage from the German military publication Der Kämpf describing the violent suppression of the Herero population in German Southwest Africa at the hands of General Lothar von Trotha:

No efforts, no hardships were spared in order to deprive the enemy of his last reserves of resistance; like a half-dead animal he was hunted from water-hole to water-hole until he became a lethargic victim of the nature of his own country. The waterless Omaheke was to complete the work of the German arms: the annihilation of the Herero people.


Before Southwest Africa, Trotha had experience crushing resistance in German East Africa, including Rwanda. The excerpt’s brutal imagery of the Herero’s extermination is shocking to today’s reader, but it still relies on a common trick of political language. The Herero population was sub-human, described as a “half-dead animal” which was hunted by the German military, as if the Schutztruppe were on safari.

Today colonialism’s residue still fouls Africa. The stench now wafts from development aid, international financial instruments, propped-up autocrats, and unfair trade conditions. Even a cursory reading of reports from some of these foreign organizations reveals an unsettling reliance on meaningless pretense. For a pointed satire of this problem, see here. This affected language is designed to bolster an organization’s authority, but I think it makes them sound ridiculous. Basic materials, stuff in other words, become ‘modalities,’ do or enact becomes ‘operationlize,’ detail becomes ‘granularity,’ and so on. The important peculiarities of everyday work in Rwanda and other African states become obscured by this fluffy self-important jargon, while African solutions to African problems remain undervalued and dependency persists. Old urges have simply been rebranded in technocratic gobbledygook.

In my classroom, the Cambridge exams give students the opportunity to sharpen their mental defenses against such nonsense. I can only continue working with students to emphasize the necessity of quality writing, and more importantly, honest thought.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

news bits...

Although I have been following many different stories from the African continent this week, none has been more exciting and compelling than Egypt's radical transformation. We ought to remind ourselves that freedom and liberty are not reserved for certain individuals and societies. I'm also closely following events in Iran (you should too!).

Some other news from around Africa I'm following in addition to protests in the Middle East and North Africa:

Ugandans go to the polls shortly amidst unrest to the north. The Independent (UG) has a helpful article on the politics involved.

Within the aid and development blogging community, there has been a small firestorm over World Vision's partnership with the NFL to ship shirts to developing countries, including Zambia. The whole concept underpinning the move by World Vision is stupid, wasteful, and ineffective.

Opposition leaders in the Democratic Republic of the Congo do not seem ready to unite under one candidate. This means President Kabila's recent electoral "reforms" could pay off.


Rwanda has established a new authority titled The Rwanda Geology and Mines Authority (OGMR) whose purpose is to reduce trade in illegal (i.e. "conflict") minerals originating from the DRC (and exported as Rwandan?). President Kabila's imposed ban on trade in Congolese minerals has also had adverse effects on the market. Still, I doubt tracing initiatives will do anything to staunch violence, instability, and poverty in the DRC. See here and here for some helpful articulation. UN guidelines can be found here.

Maggie has a brief collection of links about the Southern Sudanese referendum conclusion. Some accounts cite 99% approval for secession.

Meanwhile, Sudanese President Omar al-Bashir proves he's got gumption. He ought to -- he's a head of state and an indicted war criminal.

African leaders, including South African President Jacob Zuma, are heading to Cote d'Ivoire for talks on the continuing political deadlock there. The South African government has taken a neutral stance on the situation.

Lastly, now former Rwandan Minister of Culture and Sports Joseph Habineza resigned this week citing personal reasons. Apparently inappropriate snaps were circulated on the internet, prompting his resignation. I have not seen the pictures, nor do I care to. Keep those flies zipped and trousers on.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Current quarters in morning’s light.

Before work in the still quiet of our house, as I busy myself for the coming day, solitude heightens sensory experience. Tranquility crystallizes sounds and smells and tactile sensations in the conspicuous absence of other human agency.

My alarm’s jarring tone wakes me with a start always louder and harsher than I care to anticipate. Rising I grope to part the gauzy net before flicking the wall switch. Dim light drips down creamy apricot walls to the cool, smooth, rich rust red floor chipped and peeling at the bedroom door. I stand and survey the bed whose faded ochre floral paisley bedding and fuzzy fleece throw sit disturbed and rumpled from a fitful night’s sleep. The mattress is a sunken, concave impression caving pitifully inwards at its middle.

Doors and stiff limbs creak and groan as I shuffle bleary-eyed about my early morning rituals. Together we are mechanical motion on tired hinges. I absentmindedly wonder if slumbering roommates wake to cracking toes and necks and backs.

In the bathroom I run a shower. The white plastic stall basin slowly begins to fill, its drain clogged by unseen foulness down pipe. Feet of all but the speediest bathers prune in the filmy lukewarm water. Sometimes in the mornings a fetid reek from a dark un(want-to)knowable void outside the window mysteriously suffuses the tight space with the putrid odor of sweaty troll feet stomping rotten eggs. While toweling off I shudder at the thought of seeping raw sewage.

After washing up, I iron an outfit for the day. The open living room sits forlornly half furnished and undecorated. Shadows thrown are few and indistinct. Against one wall a simple frame couch and twin arm chairs border a wide unoccupied gulf stretching between opposing desks. Outside, pale dawn light begins to give shape to trees and shrubs and brick walls bristling with bottle green broken glass barbs. A brushed aluminum hemisphere encasing a harsh fluorescent light bulb hangs suspended above the towel-draped ironing board. The UFO hovers silently over the day’s wrinkled shirt and pants, bathing the room in an unearthly milky glow. The fixture coolly observes as the iron’s dry heat erases even the worst creases with intense determination.

Breakfast is an afterthought this early in the mornings. Tongues and esophagi and stomachs balk at consumption, so cold stale corn flakes and carton milk is the mind’s modest negotiation with an obstinate digestive system. Then it’s brush, brush, rinse, floss, dress. Now I’m ready for the day. The front door issues shrieks of metal scraping metal as I engage the wobbly handle and throw the deadbolt, ensuring that if my roommates were not yet awake, they soon would soon be stirring. I close the gate’s Judas door, pausing again to double throw another deadbolt, and at five fifty-five march to the bus stop.

Friday, February 4, 2011

news bits...

Stories I’m following in Africa at the moment:

Protests and violence continuing in Egypt. Duh. Aren't you?

Preparations (or adequate lack thereof) are underway for upcoming elections in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

Reports have surfaced on the internet of coordinated preparation for potential joint military action in eastern Congo by the militaries of Rwanda, Burundi, and the DRC.

The Economist has a piece on sexual violence in warfare, with some attention paid to the DRC.

Four prominent Rwandans in exile (variously in South Africa, Europe, and reportedly the DRC) who recently formed an opposition political group (with ties to armed militias?) have been convicted in absentia of serious offenses against the Rwandan state (*yawn*).

Low level violence in central Nigeria continues, as it has for some time, in and around Jos.

The Southern Sudanese referendum is over and all reports indicate independence, although official results have not been released (coverage provided by an incredibly talented former colleague who went freelance in Juba, Southern Sudan's ostensible new capital).

An arrest has been made in the murder investigation of David Kato, a prominent and outspoken LGBT rights activist in Uganda who was publicly outed by an incredibly intolerant and unscrupulous magazine last year. He was recently brutally beaten to death with (according to reports) a claw hammer in his home. Any sort of causal inference is of course impossible from my position, but Kato's murder, the incredibly vulnerable position of LGBT persons in Uganda, and this kind of intolerance cloaked in the righteousness of religious pseudo-therapy peddled to a population characterized by both widespread religiosity and virulent (and violent) anti-homosexuality is troubling. Until people can truly be accepted as who they are, gay or otherwise, no exceptions, statements like this reek of nervous hand-washing, even if they were written with sincerity. Corrective ‘rehabilitation’ assumes a basic premise that ignores scientific evidence and clinical advice from major medical organizations. More importantly, it helps perpetuates negative stereotypes about individuals which underpin abusive, intolerant, and illegal laws (Uganda, after all, is a party to several international and regional agreements prohibiting the very specimen of absurd law proposed in 2009 in Uganda's parliament). Kato may have been killed in a random robbery; it's entirely possible, Kampala can be a rough place. However, he was still had a huge target on his back.

And lastly, Rwandan authorities are taking population control seriously in this, Africa's most densely populated country.

Giggles Galore.

Work slowly picked up pace two weeks ago, as I added some new teaching responsibilities at the secondary school with which my language center is affiliated. Work has now consumed my waking hours, generating small mountains of mildly disorganized compositions heaped upon an improvised work station in the cluttered school book room. The towering stacks of orderly shelved books bring a welcome sense of peaceful order and calm.

At the secondary school I have responsibility for two different courses. The first is two sections of tenth grade English language for English First Language students. Both classes are collectively unimpressive and disruptive, but there are some remarkable students hidden amongst the rabble rousers – students who do genuinely posses native fluency and the requisite motivation to put it to good use. These students are taking the Cambridge International IGCSE exams in May (and they are unprepared for English language).

Thursday afternoons I have a public speaking and drama class composed entirely of eighth grade girls, many of whom are close friends. Due to a scheduling conflict, the teacher assigned to teach drama was lifted to take over a literature course, and I was dropped into the co-curricular slot on Thursday afternoon. The heading of the course was changed (unbeknownst to the students, as I found out) to Public Speaking. My challenge now is to promote some decent public speaking practice, have the girls perform regularly, and contain the persistent din of giggles and chatter that swirl around me. Our first exercise two weeks ago turned out to be hilarious: I drafted a series of scenarios in which one is expected to give a toast. The girls drew randomly from a bag for their individual scenario. Here are a few examples I plucked randomly from the list:

1. Your sister, who you love very much, is getting married, and you really want to give a special toast at her wedding. Unfortunately, you think her fiancé is rude and don’t like spending time with him.

2. Your girlfriend’s roommate is hosting a dinner party. Your girlfriend cannot attend, but her friend has insisted you attend. You want to repay her hospitality by giving a toast after the meal.

3. A neighbor who you don’t know very well has won an important award in a very obscure science. You know almost nothing about the award or his job, but decide to give a toast at his party anyway.

4. You are at a business dinner celebrating the promotion of a colleague. You are happy for your colleague, but believe the promotion should have gone to you instead.

The girls, initially surprised by my appearance and plan for the afternoon, warmed a bit to the task at hand. To my great relief and surprise, some (not all) of the girls were really great. They grasped the exercise and even did their best to fill the roles they randomly selected from a bag. Others did less well for a variety of reasons, but overall the experience was both satisfying and very amusing. They seem gossipy (what girl isn’t at that age says the conventional wisdom) but good-natured.
Yesterday, during our third meeting, the girls excitedly worked on a similar exercise. I placed them randomly into four groups and assigned each a skit scenario for which they needed to write a script, practice their comedy (they were all supposed to be funny), and then perform for the entire group. Here are the scenarios for context:

1. You and a friend are at a party hosted by a school mate. The boy you like is also there, but you have competition. Another girl who likes the same boy, your rival, has just arrived to the party. You decide to confront her.

2. Four different people, not acquainted with each other, find themselves sitting together at a very boring dinner party. Through a twist of fate, the four find each other’s company great medicine for the dreadful party.

3. Four women are working together in an office. They all gossip about the others behind each others’ backs, but now they are at a company holiday party. They have no choice but to interact.

4. Two men and two women are on a double blind date at a very fancy restaurant. At first, the four seem awkward, but conversation gradually begins to thaw the chilly atmosphere. Things are improving when one of the women abruptly stands up, bumping a passing waiter, who spills a tray laden with food onto the other couple.

The fourth group was particularly funny, but each scenario proved quite well conceived (if less well executed). Group four, for example, managed to incorporate an obsessively perky Chinese waitress, brilliantly acted projectile vomiting, and the surprising introduction of homosexuality into a five minute skit. We’ll see how things progress.