About a week later, Jim and I met for breakfast with several
friends, among them the principle of KEST. I asked him if his institution was
interested in partnering with American groups like the one I have described.
His response was that he was open to any partnership, the problem was that Americans
always wanted to do everything themselves from start to finish. He went on to list
a range of cultural misconceptions that American-originated programs like this
one often brought to their work. Someone
else at the table suggested that many international groups were just looking
for an African institution to use as a landing strip. They had their programs
already fully planned from back home, and needed a way to get them onto the
ground overseas. And by the way it’s not just Christian groups; international
educational and development efforts are at least as bad, maybe worse because they don't usually have the longterm commitment to live among the host nationals the way this woman did.
Why are we Americans like this? I include myself here,
because it struck me that I probably resembled this woman, when I have walked
into African universities with my research plans already set, asking for
collaboration. What aspect of the American psyche makes us think that we, who
grew up ten thousand miles away, know so much what Africa (or other parts of
the developing world) needs? Is it arrogance? Stupidity?
Thankfully, my perceptive husband provided an explanation
that is more gracious, and also more enlightening. He suggested that Americans’
strength is also our weakness. Americans have historically been pragmatists.
When we see a problem our first impulse is to look for a practical solution.
It’s a wonderful part of our cultural persona and undoubtedly key to much of
our innovative spirit. But the flip side of that is we have a hard time seeing
a problem anywhere in the world and not thinking that we should be the ones to
fix it. We need to be aware of the limitations of our national character,
though, because many times the more sensible solution is for host nationals to
identify and fix a problem themselves.
It’s fitting that I’m mulling over these big picture
thoughts about how I should go about partnering in research with African
colleagues, because today I’m closing out my five-month sabbatical in Uganda.
It’s been a beautiful gift from the Lord (and the UCF College of Sciences!) in
which the research team at UCU and I have accomplished more than I anticipated.
I have gotten to know a number of impressive, gifted people most notably my
amazing department chair, Monica Chibita. My children have integrated so well
that Joanna has already begun adding up how long it would take her working at
Publix to save the money up for a flight back. I find I’m a major fan of the Fulbright program, which in
some ways is based on the antithesis of the attitude I’ve described above. It
brings American faculty and experts from industry and places them in the midst
of universities in other countries. Pretty much the only money provided is for
the upkeep of the scholar him/herself, so one can’t come in with funded
solutions ready to implement. What one can do is to try to listen and learn on
the terms of ones hosts. I recommend it
highly.
And now it’s time to thank you, my readers, for your
comments, encouragement, and perseverance. It’s been fun to connect with you in
what is for me a new format. I look forward to communicating again with you
face-to-face in the U.S., Kenya, or wherever we next meet this side of heaven!
Photos:
#1 Ugandan Shrine of the Martyrs, four days before Martyrs Day on June 3. I thought it rather ironic that the entry tent has the Pepsi slogan "Live for Now" on it.
#2 The research team at our farewell event. 3rd from right, dept. chair Monica Chibita.
#3 A finger of Lake Victoria visible from the hill above our house.
#4 Luke and Joanna at Kampala craft market.
#5 Goodbye to the beautiful view. John Parker, lead pastor of Summit Church, Orlando, and his son Sam visiting us. I'm holding Starburst jelly beans from the stash John's wife Brandy sent for Luke and Joanna. They disappeared with astonishing rapidity.