Mandela’s Legacy

MandelaThe topic that has dominated discourse across the globe in recent days has been the passing of Nelson Mandela at age 95. He was a true giant among personalities in the past century, and his passing has had a phenomenal global response.

Out of respect, our school flags were lowered when we learned of Mandela’s death. Canada was a major supporter of Mandela and the ANC’s (Africa National Congress) quest for racial justice. Under different Canadian prime ministers we openly renounced the policy of Apartheid. While Mandela was imprisoned, a host of diplomatic initiatives were carried out, and we boycotted all South African products in an open effort to isolate and strangle the sustainability of the white-only government. After his release from prison in 1990, the first country Mandela visited was Canada. He was also named an honourary Canadian citizen. Interestingly, Mandela was a Patron of the Round Square and a supporter of the active learning and globalism that this association of schools embodies.

For inspiration I continue to turn to the life story of Nelson Mandela and his relentless struggle against the demeaning injustices of decades of apartheid in his country. After his release from 27 years in prison and eventual rise to the top political office in South Africa, we all learned from Mandela about the incredible power of forgiveness. Once free, with the snap of a finger, Mandela could have insisted on armed revolt to overwhelm the two million white South Africans whose governments had violently subjugated the black majority for decades. Mandela did not seek revenge; instead he sought reconciliation and forgiveness as the foundation for a new South Africa‑–a multicultural country he labeled the “Rainbow nation”.

Mandela insisted on peace, telling his followers that not a drop of blood should be shed. While in prison he took the extraordinary step of learning the language of his oppressors, the white Afrikaans.  Once elected president, he immediately hired a white executive assistant, and out of respect, spoke to her mostly in Afrikaans.

So many had suffered under the violence of apartheid regimes.  Mandela realized he needed to find a way to heal wounds that were generations deep. Most said it was impossible. He quickly established something called the Truth and Reconciliation Commission‑–a place where former state police would confess their vicious sins after decades of conflict in the South Africa of apartheid, a word and a philosophy that literally meant “Apartness.”  Those who confessed were assured in advance that they would not be imprisoned.  But for Mandela, allowing the truth to emerge was better than allowing the truth to remain buried forever. This was part of the long road to healing a nation that he envisioned for his citizens. As one can imagine, it was very difficult for families to hear the stories of how the secret police conducted their vile business.  But Mandela convinced his people to accept this process as the best bridge that could be built to a new multiracial, peaceful, democratic South Africa. Forgiveness personified. The chairperson of the commission, the venerable Archbishop Desmond Tutu, underscored the miracle of  hope as the foundation for South Africa’s renewal process. In those early days after Mandela took power as the first black president in South Africa, Archbishop Tutu said, “I hope I’m  a prisoner  of hope. However dark the past,  it  cannot overwhelm  the light  of  the dawn  of  the future.”

In addition to forgiveness and the building blocks of peace, Mandela believed that the key to a prosperous South Africa would be education.  I keep a card at my desk with a quote by Mandela: “Education is the greatest engine of personal development.”  It’s on card I bought in Cape Town immediately after visiting Robben Island where he was imprisoned for more than 25 years. I stood in his former cell, saw where he broke rock in the searing sun, and was inspired by his capacity to overcome such suffering and neutralize a quest for revenge in himself and his people.

To begin the official remembrance ceremonies for Mandela within South Africa, close to 100-thousand people gathered in a Soweto soccer stadium to celebrate his life. Among them were many heads of state, including four Canadian prime ministers.

Mandela has taught us all about the magical power of forgiveness and reconciliation with our opponents. Our challenge is to implement just a fraction of what Mandela modeled in life. However, if we are to truly honour Mandela, I assert it is beyond that, it is our duty. —Christopher Shannon, Headmaster

Super Grandmothers!

Blog_SuperGrandmothers_09Dec2013Grandmothers are very special. Whether it’s their capacity to laugh, support grandchildren, or see them a little more objectively than their parents,  grandmas are essentially our students’ very own personal fan clubs. I have seen that special look of joy and pride in grandma’s eyes, at school science fairs, plays, the athletic sidelines and closing ceremonies. Grandma’s presence and her smile can make all the difference for a student.

Why the focus on grandmothers? It turns out that after more than 30 years of fighting the global HIV–AIDS pandemic, grandmothers have become some of the real heroes.

For a quarter century the international community’s attention has been focused each December 1st on World AIDS Day. We commemorate the millions of lives affected by the international AIDS pandemic. More than 25 million lives have been lost, most of them in Africa. Today the vast majority of the 34 million people living with AIDS are also in sub-Saharan Africa.

Despite this reality, there has been some notable progress in fighting the pandemic. In the past decade there has been a near 30% reduction in new HIV infections, and during the same period, global AIDS deaths have also fallen by 30%. At less than $1/day, anti-retroviral medications are now affordable and effective.

But some alarming trends persist. The only age group with a rise in AIDS infections is the youth cohort, the same age as our LCC students: 10-19 years old.  Since 2005 there has actually been a 50% rise in youth AIDS-related deaths, usually due to ignorance, denial or cultural stigma. Sixty-three (63%) of the infections are young women who know little or nothing about preventing the disease or its treatment.

For years LCC students have financially supported the Stephen Lewis Foundation, which has done so much to raise awareness, raise funds, and help turn the tide on AIDS, especially in Africa.

In his years of work to stem the tide of AIDS, Lewis has visited many African communities profoundly affected by the disease. In most cases, he noted that the pieces were being picked up by grandmothers; old women who continue today to care for their orphaned grandchildren. Lewis sees African grandmothers as the key agents of change on the frontlines of HIV in Africa.  A recent special report calls these old women the “guardians of sub-Saharan Africa.”

So earlier this fall, the Stephen Lewis Foundation brought six African grandmothers to Canada to tour several communities and explain the reality of their lives and the impact of AIDS on orphaned children.

The grandmothers need more support. Specifically, they require better housing, access to health care, food security and access to education in their local communities.

In Canada, 240 grandmother groups have been very busy helping out. Through a host of innovative activities they have raised $17 million for African grandmas. Along with the Stephen Lewis Foundation, they are sounding a clarion call-to-action to the world. They are telling us it is time to break the silence regarding neglect and negligence of grandmas. We should all recognize that these selfless women have been the key to survival of whole communities.

If there is a grandma in your family, ask what she thinks.  It should be a unique conversation. —Christopher Shannon, Headmaster

 

Community Service: An Incredible Opportunity

2013_2014_MackayCentreTrip_BlogLower Canada College offers incredible opportunities and experiences. Seven other students and I were very lucky to participate in an LCC community service outing at Camp Massawippi. We shared this experience with seven amazing kids who came from the Mackay Center, a school for children with disabilities, located on Decarie Boulevard. We spent three days at the camp on Lake Massawippi, which is in the Eastern Townships.

This was one of the most interesting experiences that I have participated in up until now. When I signed up for this opportunity I sort of new what I was in for, as I have worked with children in similar cases before. Just to get acquainted with the children and what they liked, we visited them twice at the Mackay Center before the trip.

The first day at Camp Massawippi was a time when one quickly forgot about one’s comfort zone with the children and figured out a way to deal with the situations. One learned very quickly how funny and easy going the children were. They did not need our constant surveillance but they did need our affection and reassurance. Although we had to take care of some of their physical needs like feeding, much of our time was spent playing, laughing, watching movies and going on walks.

Although most of the students needed help completing every day tasks such as eating, they all had very strong personalities that were very different from one to the other. One girl in particular would get very excited over the small things she loves in life. From what I observed, all the children have a “joie de vivre.” –  Klara Goettke ’15

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Honoured & Proud To Have Been An LCC Exchange Student

I landed in Montreal 54 days, 10 hours and … minutes from today. I climbed off my air Canada flight not exactly sure what to expect besides seeing pictures of gigantic moose and cars buried in 50 feet deep snow. But other then that, I expected a city filled with people with saying “eh.” What greeted me was a beautiful city with a vibrant atmosphere that I still can’t explain, filled with some amazing people. 54 days…it is incredible to think how many laughs have been shared, smiles exchanged and unforgettable memories have been made in such a short time.

When Canadians think of South Africa they think of mud huts and starving children, but it’s very far from that! We have huge cities and cars – that’s probably why my first encounters with LCC students went something like this:

  • “Oh you’re from Africa – then why are you white?”
  • “Is South Africa even a country? Like where is that”…amazes me since its all in the name!
  • “What’s your accent British, Australian?”…try South African accent…“Oh yeah, but is that British or Australian”

During my time at LCC, I’ve been given numerous opportunities. The first opportunity I was given was to experience freezing weather on Duke of Ed silver trip. After going on the Duke of Ed trip, I can safely say that I will never complain about being cold back home in South Africa ever again. This was my first experience of camping in the snow…. I don’t think my toes will ever recover. To all those who conquered it with me we are true survivors.

I was given the opportunity to go with the LCC debating team to a tournament at Carlton University. This is where my South African accent proved to be quite a commodity. At Carlton, I believe we spent more time debating about how the actual debate (who won extra) than actually debating. I want to thank Mr. George and the LCC debaters who suited up with such swag for a great weekend.

LCC it’s been a crazy couple of weeks. I’ve built a robot that actually moves! Props to my robotics class for the best African jokes. I was able to learn a little French by the best and one and only M. Sigouin. I learned how to create skits using Tibetan throat singing in drama and witness Mr. Shefler blow up many things including Halloween pumpkins. LCC, thank you for making me excited for school every Monday morning. I don’t think I’m ever going to say that again.

I’ve been able to try out, play and watch sports that I would never be able to in South Africa.  I tried playing on the Juvenile Basketball team – it is a miracle I didn’t start kicking the ball considering how little I actually knew about the game. I got to be the mascot for my amazing midget volleyball team. I also was able to watch some skilled players play football and ice hockey.

I’m going to miss the African jokes, your ridiculous attempts at imitating my accent but mostly, I’m going to miss your chocolate milk vending machines.

I’m honoured and proud to say that I was an exchange student at LCC. Besides LCC being older then my entire country, the staff and facilities are amazing. I don’t study under a tree on the ground in South Africa but my school certainly doesn’t have its very own rink.

I want to thank everyone who played a part in my exchange.  Thank you to my host family, Mr. Shannon, Mr. Neal and Ms. Shadley for graciously welcoming me into your school and country. I could never imagine that I would feel so at home at school on the other side of the world. Its true that every good thing needs to come to an end but this isn’t a goodbye. I will be back.

Just like this LCC pin pinned to my blazer, all of you and our memories will always be a pinned to my heart. Goodbye and thank you LCC. – Carmen Debeer (exchange student from St. Stithians Girls College, South Africa)

Community Service: A Global Perspective

Throughout my high school experience, I had the opportunity to travel abroad multiple photo[5]times. These travels included a student exchange to Australia, two Duke of Edinburgh Gold trips to Peru and an International Round Square Conference in South Africa. Each of my experiences gave me a new perspective in terms of community service, the diversity of people in the world and the challenges faced by those in developing countries. Not only have these experiences broadened my global awareness; they have also helped me grow and continue to grow into who I am.

When I arrived in Peru two years ago, it was my first exposure to a developing country. I thought I knew what to expect: barefoot hungry children, worn down houses and desperation. On my first day doing service at a shantytown called Las Palmas outside of the capital city, Lima, I found out my preconception was very wrong. The conditions were worse than I expected: stray dogs roamed all over, dust covered absolutely everything and a rotting stench filled the air. Fortunately, I was also wrong about the state of the people in the community. The children were happy and eager to play with us and each other, and the adults possessed a sense of pride in themselves and their community. The physical labour we performed was not enough. Upon our arrival home, a few friends and I decided we needed to do something more. We started fundraising in hopes of helping improve the community as much as we possibly could.

A few months later, along with other LCC representatives we set off to South Africa for an International Round Square conference. Besides partaking in the conference, we helped out at a daycare and school for kids who grew up in impoverished conditions. We only spent a few hours volunteering: taking care of the kids, painting a roof and playing soccer. I left the service days extremely upset. Between my experiences in Peru and South Africa, I noticed how happy the locals were in spite of their assumed “lack” of materials that we consider necessary for our happiness here in North America such as cell phones, cool shoes and ice cream desserts.

On the plane ride home I began to contemplate – why am I so lucky to have all that I do? What is the point of doing “service” for a few hours when at the end of the day these children’s lives are “unimproved”?

I returned home in a philosophical crisis. I wanted to help, Peru, South Africa, everywhere! I just didn’t know how to do it in a way that would actually help them, and improve their lives.

My friends and I who were already fundraising for the community in Peru decided we could start a micro-loan fund in the community, a lump sum of money that would go to starting businesses for women so they could be self-sufficient and help feed their families. After hours spent discussing how the fund would work with the mayor of Las Palmas, the town, and signing the necessary documents, we handed over the money to the mayor. While the money did end up in the community, we have yet to hear back on the happenings of the fund for the past eight months, so we do not know how it turned out. Unfortunately, all we can do is hope it ended up benefitting the community in some way. This is an example of why even though you may have good intentions, you have to be very careful when it comes to international service and make sure you trust the person dealing with your money.

Fortunately, we were more careful when we fundraised for the daycare we worked at in South Africa. The money was handed over to a woman who we had met and who worked to improve the day care, so she had already successfully dealt with donations like ours.

Ultimately, one of the greatest lessons I’ve learned from these experiences is that it’s important to learn about the world, because exposure is the first step to help making it a better place. Although in my life I hope I discover the “best” way for me to do service, there is certainly no right answer. Once you are exposed to an issue, it is very difficult to simply forget about it. Whether it’s in the city of Montreal or some remote village in India, it is important to realize what matters locally and internationally, and to do your best to help. – Sarah Salzman (Pre-U ’14)