If you don’t remember something, can you still claim to know it?
On Valentine’s day i went to an event on campus (at the University of San Francisco). This event was actually for the history of South Africa class that i am currently taking and focussed on the elections that just took place in Kenya. The elections were such a controversial issue because they were obviously corrupt and rigged. 90% of people that were eligible to vote did, and the majority did NOT vote for Mwai Kibaki who has been the Kenyan president for the past five years and was re-elected for another term. The results took three days to be revealed, so by the third day people were fed up and political unrest heightened.
Wanjiru Kamau-Ruttenberg, who spoke at the event is ethnic minority teacher and has her own organization dedicated to helping the Kenyan political process. She was there when the riots broke out in Kenya over the rigged elections and hearing her first hand experience truly affected everyone present. She dedicates her life to bring justice to those who dont have the means or education to fight for themselves. I have posted a link to her website below. There is also a flickr account link with photos to get a more in depth view of the corruption that is being experienced in Kenya.
And we thought Bush was bad?
In 5th grade my teacher Mr. Yure made us get up in front of the entire class and he’d ask us a trivia question about geography to get one of those crappy sticker star that you get at the gas station. I hated this part of the day, most of the time i would try to leave and camp out in the bathroom till the whole thing was over, but today he caught me. “Austin…what language is spoken in Mexico?”. I panicked, everyone was looking at me, oh my god oh my god, holy shit, uhhh, i was sweating, i blanked…”uhh Mexican?” As you guys can guess everybody started laughing and i dragged myself back to my seat and tried to muscle through the rest of the day without crawling into a hole in the sandbox, i felt like i was dying a very very slow death. Anyway I guess im telling you this story because this is probably why i have such a problem with a personal blog dedicated for Austin and her thoughts. I dont really feel that comfortable talking about what is on my mind for others to read and critique (i mean, who am i?). But im gonna give it a shot, i figure its not 5th grade anymore. So this blog is a way for me and others to battle through…together. I’m really not that complicated…soon you’ll understand.