Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Labour pains of new pedagogy

When I think about how student protest over fees has been unfolding - now as #FeesMustFall and in the past as #SayNoToFeeIncrease - an interesting pattern emerges.
Firstly, fee increases has been the sole preserve of management, bar the University Councils looking into the matter before it is finalised. Yet again, the dynamics in Councils tilt in favour of management prerogative. Which is why SRC leaders, who sit in the Council, will be seen leading protest against fee increment alongside the student body, and now the #FeesMustFall, after the effect. Do the SRCs lose debate in Councils? Are they out-maneuvered?

Secondly, during negotiations and accompanying protests, the common behaviour by management, who, in the main are products of "older" generation of the very colonial and parent-to-child system of teaching and learning, is that of firstly lording over the student, then bullying them. When that tactic fails to bring students into line, it tops up the actual violation by using force of security personnel and police force.

A student duly responds in the way they know how, with methods evolving from talk, then organising to protest, and ultimately resorting to open aggression and violence. It is at this stage of student response where the violence by university administration - a lording, parent-to-child colonial posture - reveals its force. The justification is often that the student was being brought into line to maintain public order and safeguard private property. The complicity by administration to student's volcanic fury remains a suppressed narrative.

The #FeesMustFall campaign is not just about the no-fee education. Through the #RhodesMustFall campaign we have witnessed the multiple demands by the students for university system to transform. It is a call for the nation to revise a colonial setup wherein what is taught, how it is taught, and who is teaching it, characterises the supremacy of colonial culture.

Paulo Freire (Pedagogy of the Oppressed) calls this a "banking concept of education." Through this education, he argues that, 'knowledge is a gift bestowed by those who consider themselves knowledgeable upon those whom they consider to know nothing.' He goes further to say, 'projecting an absolute ignorance onto others, a characteristic of the ideology of oppression, negates knowledge education and knowledge as processes of inquiry.'

Freire indirectly obviates how management and government leaders often take a similar or complementary stance of lording over students, then manipulating them, then bullying and ultimately using physical violence through clandestine security personnel and conflicted but forced-to-do-duty police force. It is a tactic to beat a child into submission, forcing him or her to accept the colonial arrangement which feeds the coloniser and its gate-keeping administrator while providing affirmations that they are indeed doing the child in the colony a favour.

Comments like "do not miss the academic programme," by Vice Chancellor Adam Habib of Wits University and "who will employ you (students) when you are behaving like this," are but evidence that the parent is refusing to accept a child as an equal partner to the "processes of enquiry." ‘We are crashing’ says the child. ‘But we are trying to get enough airbags,’ says the parent. The parent, the administrator of colonial arrangement, is nervous that the fitness of car he is driving is questionable and therefore feels the need to suppress the child, to safeguard his/her position as the necessary opposite who is justifying his/her existence as driver.

Freire also says, ‘The capability of banking education to minimise or annul the students’ creative power and to stimulate their credulity serves the interests of the oppressors, who care neither to have the world revealed nor to see it transformed. The oppressors use their “humanitarianism” to preserve the profitable situation. Thus they react almost instinctively against any experiment in education which stimulates the critical faculties and is not content with a partial view of reality but always seeks out the ties which link one point to another and one problem to another.’

The university management and government leaders are suppressing the inevitable. We are causing friction that pronounces the unintended labour pains of new and much needed pedagogy more loudly than it would have been had “problem-posing” dialogue been accepted from the beginning. We have an opportunity to revise the colonial arrangement of education, because that is where the problem of money to fund it arises. We have an opportunity to fling open new and mutual possibilities for the processes of inquiry (learning) to emerge.  We must also accept that change is not easy and it certainly threatens the comfortable positions of some stakeholders, especially the administrators and their commercial counterparts who extract from the system the profits and substitute labour to maintain a dominant parent-to-child colonial narrative. 

Parents are dispensing punishment to children as they usually do. It is a language of reaction, by the one who knows, to suppress the creative power and credulity of children, who know nothing, to call off their challenge for the system to re-imagine itself. Seneca said, 'Repeated punishment, while it crushes the hatred of a few, stirs the hatred of all... just as trees that have been trimmed throw out again countless branches.'

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Patriarchy (Pty) Ltd

7 AUGUST 2016

If we look at a social system where women are socialised to serve the needs of men, and men are socialised to Lord over women, look not at the men who, from time to time unleash open violence at women - beatings, rape, emotional abuse, "blessing women" and so forth. That is easy to notice. Mounds of literature, the Bible and television are forms of media bearing tales of this arrangement, and therefore its perpetuation.
But where should we look? I say that we look at women. Women bring up girls, and they prepare them for men in later life. Women bring up boys, and they DO NOT prepare boys for women in later life. Women coach girls to bear it; women urge boys to "bring it on." They work around the clock to maintain patriarchy.
Women leaders, who are also brought up through the system, vacilate between being silent in the face of oppression and defending male chauvinists about this violence.
Women are the CEOs of this enterprise. They work day and night, strategising, so that men, who are shareholders, can keep reaping profits. For their effort, women will take income and bonuses (acceptance, validation from men; praises and jealousy from other women) home, which they use to survive, and to keep going back to the factory.
Am I blaming women for their choice to operate the factory? No. Am I exonerating men for their choice to take position as the Shareholder? No. I am describing the business model of patriarchy.

Weather report

23 JULY 2016
An Intern with BA Political Science was thrown in the deep end right after the suspension of Weatherman who was just about to go live.
"It is partly HLAUDI with fifty percent chance of ICASA... 
The moderate to MUTHAMBI winds are softly sweeping across the escarpment...
There is a hot-but-cold JACKSON wind blowing from the Western Peninsula...
With a very serious warning of runaway fires from the LUTHULI highveld...
And it all seems like it will reach MANTASHE temperatures, KODWA with only 10 percent chance of cooling in the evening...
And that is it from us here in the Aucklandpark studios...
Enjoy the rest of your ETV VIEWING."
#grin

"Please support me"

9 JULY 2016

"PLEASE SUPPORT ME"
So Mutsu comes across a sister who is selling sweets at a busy corner in town. He had seen her several times before, standing at different places, but he's never bought any.
'Please support me,' she said, gingerly pushing a box of sweets she was holding in the way of Mutsu.
Okay, let me support you then, said Mutsu.
'O batla tse kae (how many are you buying?)'
None, he said.
She was alarmed.
So why are you selling me these sweets, asked Mutsu.
'Sorry?'
Mutsu repeated what he had said.
'Huh! It's okay if you don't wanna buy.'
Ema pele, Ausi. You're not selling me the sweets; you've only asked me to support you.
'But you are not buying; o ntlhoma dipotso tse sa feleng (you're asking me endless questions!)'
You did not get me to buy them.
'Eng?'
Talk to me about these sweets. What is so good about them? There's plenty of sweets where I am coming from.
Mutsu was holding a green and white "checkers."
'Eheeh... ke mohlolo nthoe!'
Ausi, instead of asking the next person to "support" you, sell them your sweets... atleast support their tastebuds; support the feeling they want to have by eating your sweets. I hope you realise that I have supported you.
'Haai suka,' she dismissed Mutsu as she turned to the next passer-by.
'Please support me...'

The phone rang

27 JUNE 2015

At 6:04 AM,
Hello, I answered.
'Your name is Foozy, right?'
Who is this?
'Look, don't be rude... right.'
I was dumbfounded.
'Your shenanigans have forced President Zoomah to drag me out of retirement.'
Am I speaking to... Mr Maharaj, I asked.
'That's right. Now look Foozy...'
Mr Maharaj, my name is F-u-s-i.
'Right, Foosie! Look, see me at Union Building in a blink.'
In a blink, I asked, not believing what I was hearing.
'Yes, nooow! I am watching you.'
I jumped out of bed, hopped onto a yellow, black and green bicycle, in my natural PJs.
Freezing cold wind started to molest me, tears forming and blinding me.
I woke up.

The item on Nkandla


8 August 2015

The sub-item was Firepool. At a Branch meeting. A comrade stood up, after being recognised by the Chairperson.
'#clearingthroat... Thank you Chair! Er, comrade chair, I should think that it is important to put to bed this long-standing matter by posing the following questions:
One. Are we moving to conclude that er... the firepool argument does not hold water?
Two. Are we saying that, chair, the firepool argument is not water-tight?
Three. Has our argument, which comrade Ministers were mandated to advance, failed to put out fires?
Four. Is it in our revolutionary interest, to continue arguing in favour of firepool which keeps fanning the flames?
And lastly, chair... Is to say that are we ready or not, to concede that the firepool argument has gone up in flames?
As I submarine, thank you chair.'

Sunday, July 19, 2015

We need our names

It was several months ago, in 2015, when Isaac Phaahla was doing an After 8 Debate. During the topic, The History of Africa, he played the recording. In it Sakina Kamwendo, a regular host of the show, was interviewing Martin Meredith. He is a historian, author and journalist.

The listeners who wrote in were questioning the selection of Martin. There are Black historians who are equally capable of tackling the subject of this Continent just as competently, if not better.

 ‘History is richer when people of the land appreciate the perspectives of the not-natives. The English people love the self-mockery in their history when it’s being told by the French, for example,’ Martin argued.

There was also a time when he said ‘When England began its “intervention” in Africa...’ That’s it! SA FM has no shame inviting historians like this one!

Mohlokalebitso, whose car was crawling on November 1, towards William Nicol turn-off, came close to switching the radio off. Why are we not listening to Llaila Afrika, Credo Mutwa, Dambisa Moyo and George B. Ayittey? Hlaudi Motsoeneng, bring us our names!

‘African political leaders who mismanage the Continent’s economy are to blame for Africa’s poverty,’ Martin said.
Martin, Black Colonialists loot the money and stash it in Europe and in North America. They accept aid from those institutions. Tell us about the bank executives and Board members who accept the ill-gotten deposits from Africa; the bureaucrats who bind us to them through aid. We need an honest narrative! Why, then, are those banks not rejecting the money and returning it to Africa? Martin, Europe’s economy is steeped in plundering Africa!
                                                                                                          
'Churchill from Mpumalanga is on the line,' said Sakina. 'Good morning, Churchill.'
Almost all the callers greet and ask how the host is doing. She keeps saying she is well. Questions have preambles. Time flies. The show is soon over. This is Africa.

Churchill wants to know why native Africans are referred to as Black.
‘Black, like White, was originally a descriptive term, even though it is not accurate because I, for instance, am not white; I am pink…’ Martin replied.

Sakina cut in, ‘But at what point did Black become a derogatory term?’

‘It must have been the day Black people named their children Churchill!’ said Mohlokalebitso without waiting to hear the response from Martin.