Last night, before I went to bed, I flipped through the National Geographic, May 2013. On page 72 is “Courage in Zimbabwe” and my heart fell… but then was turned to wonder. I wonder why all of the publicity goes to the black people of Zimbabwe. I wonder why they haven’t told the stories of the white people who’s homes have been taken over by the blacks, and left with nothing.
p. 79. “A corrupt and Bloody Reighn
Robert Mugabe won election as Zimbabwe’s first prime minister in 1980. He’s held on to power through violence and intimidation: Attacks by government-backed forces on civilians who could oppose him have peaked in election years. The country’s natural resources – including gold and remarkable diamond deposits – have helped finance Mugabe’s rule, enriching him and his inner circle.
A couple of months ago, I met a lovely man named Paul from Zimbabwe. He had but a month left to find a way to immigrate into Canada, to the privilege and safety that we have here. He is the same age as me. And he was sent back home at the end of July. Why can’t a hard working man stay in the privilege, when he has to struggle to survive in Zimbabwe.
I woke up this morning wondering what I can do with my privilege, to influence the world. People keep telling me that I have the power to change the world. I believe it. I just wonder what it is that I can do to leverage the system. And what is the system. Maybe Milt will teach this to me in my Systems 508 course at Royal Roads University.