This afternoon our
cultural CASAS activity was a walking history in the cemetary. I
was really struck by the magnitude of this place. But, even more
than the size of the cemetary was the contrast and inequity among
the people laid to rest in this facility. The huge mausoleums were
impressive in structure but seemed excessive-especially when placed
beside a wall of so called slot graves. There was such inequity
among the rich and the poor when these people were alive. It's so
sad that this superiority carries through even after lives end.
After leaving the
cemetary, we drove past the city dump on our way back to CASAS. Even without
driving into the dump itself, I saw images and people that I am sure will
stick with me for a very long time. My stomach turned when I saw people-mothers,
fathers, children-sorting through trash as a way of life. Why is that
the life these people were born into? Why was I born into a home and family
so different? Why are money and success so important to us in the states?
I want so badly to be happy with what I have, an example exhibited by
my host family, rather than to always think about what could be better.
Blessed are the poor
in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 5:3
- Katie Boshart