This article was written by guest contributor Eunice Lee, a graduate of Arcadia University who studied International Peace and Conflict Resolution and has worked in the front lines of some of the major conflicts in our society today. She was born in Taiwan but currently lives in New York.
In the Bantu language, the word ubuntu embodies the concept of I am what I am because of who we all are.
I was born in Taiwan, but after just five years of walking this earth I immigrated to the U.S. with my family. My exposure to my so-called roots consisted of attending a church full of Taiwanese Americans and occasionally interacting with immigrants from Taiwan. For a long time, Taiwan did not mean much to me other than family reunions, tours led by cousins and their friends, and much needed Chinese culture and language lessons. When I walked down the streets of Taipei I could blend into the crowd quite easily, but soon someone would realize the 100% American girl just behind the faint masquerade of physical appearances. Thankfully, over the years my connection to Taiwan has given me the wonderful chance to soak in stories of family members and the rich cultures that exist there.
However, I have also come to discover a source of uneasiness hidden somewhere in my Taiwanese heritage.
This story started while I was in college, when I was a naïve young woman who knew preciously little about the world outside the upper middle class Caucasian American environment I grew up in. At the time I had the chance to study environmental human rights in Thailand for four months. That experience opened my eyes to the brokenness of the relationships between people as well as between us and the earth. I became convinced that there is a desperate need to restore these relationships somehow.
Since then, I have traveled to Northern Ireland, Costa Rica, Rwanda, Kenya and Tanzania in my nascent pursuit of restoring the broken. In 2008, I enrolled in a graduate program studying international peace and conflict resolution. Part of this program required studying and working in the city of Arusha in Tanzania for six months. I would work at the United Nations International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda while taking classes in international law, African regional organizations, and development in Africa. I could not have asked for a more exciting and fitting opportunity.
Upon hearing this news, however, many of my relatives in Taiwan immediately expressed profound concern and bewilderment. “Why go to Africa, of all places?” they asked. Apparently, the entire continent was home to one mess of a dangerous society, and I was advised to never trust anyone there. I was told horror stories of pickpockets, robberies, extortions and murders, not to mention dangerous beasts and mysterious deadly diseases.
But my experience had taught me otherwise, that things are not so black and white. I eventually made it to Tanzania in July 2009. The small city of Arusha had become a hub for tourists looking to experience anything between the UN tribunal and NGO projects to Tanzanian gorillas on a packaged safari tour. That and the consistent UN bustle made Arusha the perfect hodgepodge of people from all backgrounds and worldviews in which my friends and I immersed ourselves. Furthermore, while in Tanzania we traveled to Kigali in Rwanda, and made new friends there as well.
It was on East African soil that my desire to contribute to the global process of restoration was further affirmed. This happened through meeting survivors of the 1994 genocide in Rwanda who are contributing to the national healing process. Listening to Tanzanian friends apologize for the way their fellow Tanzanians gave me every reason to feed into some of my extended family members’ stereotypes of Africa. Seeing foreigners in Tanzania and Rwanda who gave up a life of privilege in their homelands in order to lend a hand to people with whom the only connection was a desire to serve. Such acts of kindness made it difficult for me to relate to the judgments that relatives and friends in Taiwan often bestow upon Africans, people whom they may not even know very well.
Of course, worries and warnings for me about my safety in Africa were my family’s way of showing me their love for me. It was not so much my family’s precautions that disconcerted me, but the tone in which these precautions were delivered. I will even guess that many of these judgments of Africa and Africans stemmed from an ignorant fear of the unknown and a blind acceptance of the socially constructed dichotomy of “us” (Taiwanese or Americans) versus “them” (Africans).
The love my family showed me made it difficult for me to blow them off outright. But what I saw with my eyes and heard with my ears in Africa gave me no choice but to fragment the false dichotomy that much of my family in Taiwan assumes. This tension of worldviews between my own world and my heritage has reaffirmed in me just how imperfect and complex we all are as human beings—but also that there is always hope for us to nurture what is positive in our collective consciousness.
It must be possible, I believe, for the next generation of Tanzanians to shake their reputation as a people forever mired in poverty who resort to the most primal violence to resolve conflicts. Similarly, It also must be possible, then, for a generation of Taiwanese to break down preconceived and unfounded condemnations of Africans (or any other group of people, for that matter) and truly treat all fellow human beings with the same level of respect and reverence. I believe this is possible whether we are piano teachers, theater producers, managers of factories, line workers, fishermen, veterinarians, physical therapists, politicians, cooks, gardeners, or whoever we may be.
Perhaps it comes down to loving thy neighbor—something that we need more of, globally. Perhaps the question is not whether I am who I am because of other people, but rather what kind of person will I become because of other people. I believe this is a question that we need ask ourselves, for the sake of future generations of both East Africans and East Asians alike.
In the Bantu language, the word ubuntu embodies the concept of I am what I am because of who we all are.

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