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31
Aug

Roo Gully

Since childhood, kangaroos have always fascinated me. Their majestic leaps and bounds through the desert, the female’s built-in pouch, and the tiny newborn baby’s (called the joey) ability to crawl up the mother’s belly and onto her teat strike me as almost miraculous. I’ve even nicknamed my infant daughter the joey because like a young kangaroo she’s always at the breast and because I carry her in a “pouch” (Baby Bjorn). So imagine my excitement when I discovered a website called Roo Gully (http://members.iinet.net.au/~roogully/).

Roo Gully is a wildlife sanctuary located in southwestern Australia near the town of Boyup Brook (nearest major city: Perth). There sick, injured or orphaned kangaroos and other animals are cared for by Carol Lander, an Englishwoman who runs the place. She in turn is assisted by two veterinarians on call and by a team of veterinary students from all around the world who volunteer their services and gain experience in their career. Once the animals recover or, in the case of orphans, mature, they are released back into the wild or provided with an environment at Roo Gully as similar as possible to their natural habitat. Roo Gully also holds organized tours and visits by schools and other groups.

Ms. Lander has chronicled her work at Roo Gully in a series called The Roo Gully Diaries, which received a finalist’s award from the New York Festivals. You can buy the DVD of the series at http://members.iinet.net.au/~roogully/Productions/RooGullyDiaries1.htm#DVD. Alternately you can watch the kangaroos of Roo Gully on Youtube at http://au.youtube.com/RooGully.

The Roo Gully Youtube series tells in 22 episodes the story of two female Western Grey kangaroos, Sadie and Katie, and their daughters, Wattle and Tingle. The series begins with Katie giving birth to Tingle. Contrary to what many believe, kangaroos do feel labour pains, despite the small size of the joey (I suspect the person who said they didn’t was a man). Lander then follows Tingle and Sadie’s baby Wattle as they grow in the pouch. At birth the joeys are very tiny, almost embryonic, and for the first few months they remain attached to their mother’s teat at all times. But even then some significant developments take place. For example, at around seven weeks the joey’s gender can be determined by the presence or absence of a pouch (females have one; males do not). Because Wattle and Tingle have this telltale dimple on their abdomens, we know immediately that they are both girls.

At about five and a half months the joeys open their eyes. Though they don’t venture out of the pouch just yet, as they get bigger they begin poking their little heads outside for a glimpse of the world around them. Perhaps the most important point in the joey’s early life occurs at nearly nine months. It is during this period that he or she jumps out of the pouch and hops around for the very first time. He or she is then at the same stage of development a placental mammal would be at birth, so the joey is said to be “born again.” Now that my daughter has started walking, I joke that she’s not a born-again Christian – we’re Lutheran, a fairly staid run-of-the-mill church – but she is a born-again joey.

Joeys become more independent – learning to eat grass, bouncing around playing with their friends, and so on – but they still depend on their moms to a great extent. We see how if the mother senses danger, she “calls” to her joey and the joey rushes back and tumbles into the pouch. Interestingly, even when the joey gets to be really large the pouch can still stretch to hold him or her – there is a very amusing clip of Wattle literally diving and disappearing completely into Sadie’s pouch. The mother can also tighten the muscles of the pouch to prevent the baby from coming in as well as “seal” the opening to keep the joey in place as she jumps.

The Roo Gully series has elements of the cute (joeys peeping out of the pouch), the funny (Sadie trying in vain to rest while Wattle nips at her ear) and the sad (Sadie’s second baby, a boy, dying an hour after birth). On the website of Roo Gully you can also find information about other kangaroos Ms. Lander has cared for. One fascinating story has to do with two female kangaroos, Heidi and Rosie, who gave birth at the same time. When Rosie became sick and died all of a sudden, Heidi adopted Rosie’s daughter Bracken and raised her as her own, even nursing her from the pouch. This was quite an extraordinary event because scientists had never believed that adoption occurred among kangaroos.

So please have a look at the website of Roo Gully. You can even adopt your own kangaroo (this operates something like Plan Canada or Save the Children for human youngsters, where you sponsor a kangaroo and receive information about his or her progress). Or if you’re not able to make such a long-term commitment, consider a one-time donation to Roo Gully. Certainly these beautiful animals, and Carol Lander’s valuable work with them, deserve our support.

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06
Feb

Traces of Africa: My Visit to Cartagena

In early 2003 I took a trip to the city of Cartagena, Colombia. During my stay there a friend wanted me to meet one of her former professors, but our plan was foiled by a strike going on at the university. I had to laugh at the incident; it reminded me of the many strikes I’d encountered on visits to Italy. (Strikes, soccer, beauty contests and tacky religious statues are among the things for which Italians and Colombians seem to share a passion.)

Cartagena, Colombia

I mentioned this to an Italian-Canadian friend at work. He however insisted the people of Colombia were “Indians.” I explained in response that while most Colombians have some Amerindian ancestry, native traditions have largely disappeared from that country. (In contrast, Indian culture is very much alive in other South American nations like Peru, Bolivia and Ecuador.) Furthermore, if there is any non-European influence at all in Cartagena, it is African, not Indian.

Cartagena lies on Colombia’s northern coast along the Caribbean Sea. A beautiful city with colonial architecture and lovely beaches, it draws thousands of tourists every year. When Spain ruled Colombia, Cartagena served as a gateway to the rest of South America.

In his autobiography Stranger in Their Midst, Belgian sociologist Pierre van den Berghe described Cartagena as “perhaps the most African city in the Spanish Americas.” The African presence was evident to me in the appearance of the city’s people, even though according to the Latin American color scheme most seemed to be mulatto rather than Black. This was quite different from Colombia’s capital Bogotá, where many people had Amerindian features. (A personal observation on the people of Cartagena: just as van den Berghe said in his autobiography that the Peruvian Andes were probably the only place on earth where he could reconcile himself with celibacy, my visit to Cartagena was the first time in a long while that I was tempted to alter my then-celibate status; the men there were almost uniformly handsome and charming.)

But Africa’s presence in Cartagena went far beyond the physical. It was apparent in the culture as well: the music, the dancing, and other things. For example, many women wore their hair in cornrows, a style of braiding that originated in Africa and is also common in some of the Caribbean islands. (By the way, you don’t have to be Black to wear cornrows; during my stay in Cartagena a very nice young girl put cornrows in my hair for a mere $20.) I also had the pleasure of listening to some very African-sounding music — with emphasis on the drums — and watching a dance, performed very skillfully by two little girls and a boy, that could have come straight out of Africa.

Though the African contribution to Latin American history and culture has often been overlooked, Blacks were present from the very beginning of Spain and Portugal’s conquest of the region. Several Blacks are believed to have accompanied Christopher Columbus on his voyages. Others played a role in helping the Spaniards establish settlements in the New World. In many cases, the first Blacks who went to the Americas had been born or had lived in Iberia (Spain and Portugal) and were more or less Westernized in terms of religion, language and culture. However, the vast majority of Blacks who came to Latin America did so as slaves transported directly from Africa. There in the New World they interbred with Whites: as in North America and the Caribbean, White male-Black female unions were a frequent combination, especially on slave plantations. Africans also formed relationships with Indians, producing a mixed group of people known as zambos. Many Black men were motivated to pair off with Indian women because the resulting children, unlike those of pure African descent, would not be born into slavery.

Given this history, it’s not surprising to find large groups of African-descended people (and by “African-descended” I mean anyone with Black ancestry, mulattoes and zambos as well) in various parts of Latin America. These include the northern coasts of Colombia and Venezuela; the western parts of Colombia, Peru and Ecuador; northeastern Brazil; Cuba, Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic; and the Caribbean coast of Central America. In addition, individuals of African origin formed a large percentage of the populations of Uruguay and southern Brazil until the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, when they were displaced by massive waves of immigrants from Europe.

Of course people of African descent also make up a considerable portion of the United States’ population. But the histories of Blacks in the US and Latin America diverge substantially in one respect. As Pierre van den Berghe explains in his book Race and Racism, while Blacks in the former basically lost their original culture, African customs still persist in the latter region. For instance, rituals from Africa play an important role in the Santeria and macumba sects of Cuba and Brazil, respectively. And I definitely saw traces of Africa on my visit to Cartagena.

All this being said, I still consider Cartagena (and Latin America in general) to be Western first and foremost. In going to Cartagena I had no feeling of entering non-Western territory as I did to some extent when I visited Cape Dorset in the Canadian Arctic. Cartagena in fact reminded me in many ways of Palermo, Sicily, also a port city. Still, if you want to enjoy the African experience in Latin America, Cartagena may be the place to go.

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