"Cecil
John Rhodes and Leander Starr Jameson were partners. They were both gay,"
says Howard, our black Zimbabwean guide. Our assistant group leader Kelly crouches down to read the inscription.
Howard has
led us on a steep, windy climb in Matopo
Hills National Park to "View of the World," which the founder of Rhodesia, now called Zimbabwe, chose as
his final resting place.
Despite
Howard's nonchalance about his nation’s founder being gay, Becky and I are
careful not to be too out in Africa. Homosexual acts in Zimbabwe are a criminal
offence punishable by death.
"Really?"
she smiled. She knocked on the glass partition and called to the next immigration officer, "THESE LADIES ARE MARRIED TO EACH
OTHER!" He nodded and flashed
a smile.
“Welcome to South Africa!" she said, stamping our
passports. "Next!"
Four days later, when we entered Zimbabwe, the immigration officer did not ask if we were sisters. Thank goodness.
Now, standing
beside the grave of Cecil Rhodes, I reflect on the irony of a homosexual having
founded a country with such violently homophobic laws. Why does Zimbabwe have such a different approach than South Africa? Is it their leadership? Charismatic Nelson
Mandela, the first black president of South Africa, was committed to equality,
non-violence, and forgiveness. Tyrannical Robert Mugabe, the first (and current) black president
of Zimbabwe, seems committed to self-aggrandizement, ruthless power,
and retaliation.
My musings are interrupted by the discovery of a grasshopper next to Rhode's grave. Here in Africa, even insects seem more colorful, like the birds!
Nancy Manahan
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