By Duane Jethro Culture is on everybody’s lips. Another game at the fan park: Spain vs Switzerland, if I remember correctly. Cold beer in hand, I am engaging in conversation with a middle-aged gentleman about the World Cup vibe. It’s a chilly, grey day and the sparse crowd is quiet, subdued, passively absorbing Spain’s demise. Minutes later, a group of about 10 or so excited Bafana Bafana supporters congregate in my vicinity and start generating some gees. They sing popular local songs in isiXhosa, and blow their vuvuzelas in time to the tune, all the while drawing foreign bystanders into the enticing rhythm.
The scene is priceless and I remark that once people get hold of vuvuzelas they go mad. “Ja, ma wat kan jy doen is os culture”, [Yes, but what can you do, it’s our culture], he replies curtly. “A culture van geraas maak en tekeere gaan?” [A culture of making a noise and showing off], I cheekily quip. “En Party” [And partying], he adds, and we both laugh.
By Pál Nyiri I watch with a certain envy how my colleagues take part in discussions of and protests against the PVV’s growing strength and its position on immigration. After a year in the Netherlands, I do not yet feel confident enough to participate in these debates myself, and there may be no need for it: anthropologists are perhaps represented with enough voices.
For the time being, I feel more closely connected, and more responsible, for what is happening in Hungarian politics, my country of birth, although I am growing increasingly alienated from it because I feel that the space in which any reasoned discussion of immigration is possible has shrunk to naught with the rapid shift of public discourse to higher and higher levels of nationalism and xenophobia.
Anna-Riikka Kauppinen reports from Ghana regarding her research on beauty centers. This post is part of the fieldwork 2010 series.
Shea butter is warming up in my hands. I rub my palms together in order to dissolve the waxy texture into a soft and glowing substance. Akosua, 3 years old, is sitting still on the bed. I start applying the cream over her tiny body. First come the shoulders, neck and back. She raises her hands so that I can rub the armpits and stands up to let me work on the belly, buttocks, tights, legs, feet and toes. Lastly, I gently rub her cheeks and forehead.
Fieldwork could be compared with what Virginia Woolf calls balancing between “moments of being” and “moments of non-being”.
Door Edien Bartels Met je nicht of je neef kan je beter niet trouwen want dan loop je het risico op kinderen met een erfelijke afwijking. Dat is de gedachte die leeft onder veel mensen in Nederland. Maar er wordt ook wel anders tegenaan gekeken. Huwen met een neef of nicht is juist gewenst; dat is een betrouwbare huwelijkspartner voor mensen afkomstig uit Noord Afrika en het Midden-Oosten.
Consanguïne huwelijken (huwelijken tussen verwanten) komen vooral voor in die gebieden waar de familie de basis vormt voor sociale en fysieke zekerheid van individuen. In West Europa wordt minder consanguin gehuwd, hoewel ook mensen van goede naam soms met een nauwe verwant een huwelijke sluiten, zoals Darwin, die gehuwd was met een volle nicht. Met de migratie van mensen uit Turkije en Marokko komen er ook in Europa meer consanguïne huwelijken voor. Maar speelt het probleem van erfelijke afwijkingen voor kinderen dan niet voor hen?
By Duane JethroKe Nako is a Sotho phrase that roughly translates into “it is here” or “it is time”. Playing on this traditional term, the South African Broadcasting Corporation sought to tap into the charged feelings of anticipation and excitement with the prospect of the looming World Cup, with its own slogan, Feel It is Here. On June 11th, 2010, it arrived. The day marked a watershed moment in South Africa’s history, as the nation celebrated the opening of the highly anticipated FIFA 2010 World Cup™, to be staged on home soil. World Cup day, as it may be termed, was not only eagerly anticipated, it was also raucously celebrated.
Door Maarten DeprezKeesjemaduraatje reageerde op zijn blog op het bericht Henk en Ingrid ontmaskerd van Jethro Alons. Hij citeert een passage waarin Jethro “Henk en Ingrid” omschrijft als een “symbool voor de doorsnee Nederlander” en besluit daaruit dat het beeld van de PVV-stemmer is verbreed. Henk en Ingrid hebben echter nooit symbool gestaan voor de PVV-stemmer, maar wel voor de veel grotere pool van zogenaamd “autochtone” Nederlanders waaruit de PVV haar electoraat probeert te vissen.
Ik schrijf “zogenaamd autochtoon”, omdat er geen objectieve scheidingslijn bestaat. We zijn allemaal vroeger of later ingeweken. Geen enkele familie is “altijd al” Nederlands geweest. Identiteitsvorming is dus nooit op een rotsvaste waarheid, maar wel op een subjectieve, en dus veranderlijke, werkelijkheid gebaseerd.
In our new series on the Football World Cup, Duane Jethro will regularly report from South Africa. Duane is currently doing his PhD research in his home-country, looking at cultural heritage initiatives in the post-apartheid era. The World Cup, with its articulations of a (putative) South African authentic culture, has become an important site of Duane’s investigations. In this first part of the series we’ll reproduce Duane’s report on the festivities in the context of the World Cup’s final draw, in which he discusses an object that has recently become somewhat controversial in the Netherlands: the vuvuzela. What does the vuvuzela stand for and where does it come from?
De verkiezingen zijn afgelopen. De PVV heeft, onder leiding van Geert Wilders, een monsterzege behaalt. Nederland heeft duidelijk een keuze gemaakt. Een keuze voor Henk en Ingrid. Ik heb Geert Wilders de hele campagne horen praten over Henk en Ingrid. Alles wat hij doet, doet hij voor Henk en Ingrid. Henk en Ingrid die niet willen betalen voor Ali en Fatima. Henk en Ingrid die door de overheid keihard in hun portemonnee worden gepakt. Dat klinkt allemaal heel mooi, maar ik vraag me toch af: wie zijn Henk en Ingrid?
By Veerle Joanna Vrindts To me, no smell is as revolting as the smell of dead fish. I prefer making a detour when a fish market is near in order to avoid the rotting stench and the staring, dull fish eyes. Nevertheless, every year billions of fishes are consumed by human consumers. In the Netherlands, the consumption of fish is increasing and the Ministry of Agriculture, Well-being and Sports even funded promotion campaigns like “Van vis krijg je nooit genoeg” (“You never get enough of fish”). Quite strange, especially if you know that our oceans will be empty by 2048 if we keep up these fishy eating habits!
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