Move past labels—with love

I had the opportunity to travel to my uncle’s ranch in South Africa for a two-month visit. During this time, I learned that the staff who worked on the farm played a weekly soccer game against neighboring farms. I asked if I could join sometime, but they quickly said no, that it wasn’t possible.

Later, one of the men explained to me that they wanted to keep the games to just the Xhosa and Zulu workers as participants—it wasn’t personal, but they weren’t comfortable with me joining in. My cousin told me that I was excluded because I was white; this soccer game was something they could call their own, without having to share it with whites or with the boss’s family.

December 17, 2018

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