God, AIDS, Africa & HOPE

Reflections / Gedanken

02.08.2009 First Sunday….

First Sunday after the holidays… so nice to see the known faces, to hear all the “welcome back” comments and to experience that people are happy to have you back. Even if it is only a short lived “being back”. Everybody wants to know how things are develop, what my future plans are. And still I cannot give any answer as I do not know. I have hoped that the future is clearer by now, but no word from anywhere. Also more and more press enquires about my future, also here I only can ask to wait a bit more before I can give a proper answer.

The sun is shining in Cape Town, a brilliant day and I can feel all my senses back to  normal and somehow an energy to go for whatever is waiting for me in the next days and weeks. I feel energized in a way I did not expect -even all the nitty gritty of moving do not disturb me in the moment. I just have to make a plan now how to get everything done in a meaningful way. I feel blessed after this service and the encounter with my dear community. It is true: we can be angels for one another – or devils, as I have experienced enough in the last months thinking of certain persons…

But I also feel some longing again for Asia – and I once again contemplate whether I have been an Asian in my previous life? 🙂 But for that, I have to be a Buddhist, as a Christian we only have one life to live before eternity kicks in. Sometimes not sure what is more convenient… When I am looking on my lists of things still to do and to experience, I am sure one life is not enough, even two might be a bit short…  🙂

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01.08.2009 Home again.. :-)

Coming home again – a great experience… rain, no stairways to leave the plane, being wet until reaching the bus, waiting for the luggage – belt 1… then belt 2 – all in rush to the new belt – new announcement: belt 4 now.. chaos… stop and go on the highway – yeah… back in Cape Town. As I have to move flat next week my first way is to the new home: the house alarm does not stop after de-activation, from every corner there is the sound of a beep… waiting for the technician – well, it could be… hours later… all fixed, but unfortunately the transformator blown – so no alarm, until tomorrow..  OK… Saturday comes, technicians comes, after 2 hours it seems not so much to be the transformer, but the cables, under the pavement – so no way to repair, and anyhow, shops are closed to get new cable…  Welcome to South Africa… Phoning ADT, the security company to get relief – but my new landlord is still contracted – and she is gone – off to Australia…. Without written consent, the ADT manager explains impatiently, there is nothing ADT can do for me… well, she admits Australia is far, but that is not her problem, she has her rules…  Did I mention that I love the way, South Africans working?? 🙂

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24.07.2009 one week to go…

When holidays start, then it seems like quite some time – but suddenly, after having done two/third, time seems to run faster and faster…  And one suddenly must make a plan to do all the things still open on ones agenda. Well, this time it isn’t different – and suddenly the realisation, that next week this time, I will already be back in Cape Town, most probably struggling with jet leg and an office full of requests and notes and mails and so on…

What makes this coming home so special is the fact, that with the day I start working again, my last 8 weeks as the chaplain to the German speaking Catholic Community will commence  (if all is going according to plan).  Without knowing exactly until now what will be my next “stage” in life, I have to move from one place to another within Cape Town, I have to wind down all the technicalities which such a hand over requires – and South Africa can be a nightmare in this concern. 12,5 years of service going towards an end.

I feel a bit like Abraham going towards the unknown;  with the difference, that he was much older, and he was called out, not kicked or pushed out – so to speak.  🙂 I am sure I will reflect quite a bit what it meant to me being a chaplain to that very special community in Cape Town – not to forget the folks in Durban. All so special and come what may come, I am aware that it was indeed a privilege to serve those communities the last years.

I always said when we had visitors: “What can be more nice than to be a chaplain in Cape Town?”

Having reflected on it a bit during my holidays I am aware that Cape Town changed me a lot. Living in Africa, living next to Table Mountain, living in vivid history happening in the country in the moment – having such a diverse crowd of faithful from all corners of German speaking parts of the world and quite a lot already distant from the institution “church”, it made me realise that whatever we think we know exactly can quick fade away as I had to learn every day that life is more colourful, more diverse, more exciting, more different than I ever thought.

This diversity, the colourful mixture of God’s brothers and sisters has sometimes an intensity, which definitely you hardly will find back home in parishes in Germany, Austria, Switzerland or all the other places. And adding all the experience through our social project “Hope Cape Town”, the mixture of guests at our Mediterranean Villa – sometimes it could get even for me a bit too much and too hectic…

And then still remains the question: How do you bring this “all” home to Germany? How do explain those on the purely administrative level that such diversity requires sometimes solutions beside “the norm”? How do you open up their hearts and minds that indeed church has to be diverse too – and has been and will always be.  Not that easy….

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08.07.2009 How HOPE Cape Town was founded and what we do

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A brief history of HOPE Cape Town to put this part of my work in context..

I had worked for a medical project in the children’s hospital at Tygerberg as a member of the Rotary Club of Signal Hill / Cape Town since 1999. And because that was going well, I was asked half a year later whether we couldn’t become active also in the area of HIV/Aids. The statistics were indeed alarming: every third child admitted had the virus in its blood.
I met with Dr Monika Esser, chairperson of our parish council and a paediatrician at Tygerberg Hospital, to brainstorm ways to help the clinic. As a priest my initial idea was to draw from Church resources. The St Joseph’s Home for handicapped children, a foundation of German Pallottine Sisters, for example, had an entire ward vacant. Couldn’t we care for little patients from Tygerberg here, to ease the hospital’s load?
The first meetings with the sisters at St Joseph’s were very constructive; indeed, they were excited about the idea. Soon we initiated concrete plans, and the first donations came in, even though we were still in the preparatory phase. But not everybody was as pleased with our idea as the nuns were. We had failed to factor in that in all matters pertaining to St Joseph’s, its administrative board always had the final say.
The committee, under the chairmanship of the archbishop of Cape Town, invited us to present our proposal. Immediately the first concerns were raised. Wouldn’t it be better if all donations went directly to St Joseph’s Home, which could then allocate these internally according to present needs? A representative of Red Cross Children’s Hospital cautioned that one could not possibly mix handicapped children with HIV-positive kids. A horror scenario was conjured: bleeding children, infection risks, unthinkable! Finally we were also asked if we could guarantee funding for the coming years. In short, our evening with the committee was a fiasco – we had suffered a defeat at every level.
A couple of days later I received a letter. It pre-emptively warned us against using St Joseph’s name for any purpose whatsoever. I could not believe this brusque admonition. It is worth noting that some time later the provincial government put our plan into practice at St Joseph’s, step by step, guaranteeing funding for three years – with the approval of the same committee which had rejected our initiative.
So we had to go back to square one. How were we going to proceed? At some point we had the idea to attach the project directly to the hospital. We proposed to establish a ward for infective illnesses, which would in particular dedicate itself to the most critical problem, namely HIV/Aids. The negotiations with the hospitals administration went, against our expectations, effortlessly well. For the first time a non-governmental organisation was granted an office in a state hospital. We established the new section and called it Ithemba Ward – the ward of hope. It had 24 beds, and two doctors and 14 nurses took care of it in three shifts. On 29 October 2001 we had our big day: in the company of 150 invited guests we inaugurated the ward. That date serves as the official birthday of HOPE Cape Town.
Growing up is hard work, as we would learn. Although we had enough funding to employ a project coordinator and to equip the ward, the appointed nurses initially were less than welcoming. They were irritated with the constant stream of outsiders, feeling as though they were being constantly scrutinised. The word control freaks was used. Besides, suddenly English was being used in a hospital were Afrikaans was virtually the official language. And then there was that crazy German, the priest, who kept coming around. Another one of those Europeans who think they know everything better… It took a great deal of effort over the best part of a year to win the trust of the care personnel.
In the interim we had decided that every little patient should be accompanied by an adult relative, because many poor families simply cannot afford to finance daily visits to a distant hospital. We bought additional mattresses and organised food for the accompanying family members.
At first many of the children who were admitted into the ward died. The expensive anti-retroviral drugs, which might have alleviated their agony and extended their lives, were initially unaffordable and in any case unobtainable through the normal channels. So HOPE Cape Town started to use donations to buy these medicines, and not just for the children but also for their infected parents. It was intolerable that a child should survive only to be orphaned. We needed a lot of money for that, and so turned to Germany for funding. Dr Susanne Reuther, who works with us in South Africa, has done great things in that respect. At first the hospital administration was sceptical about our activities because there were some open questions: who would take the ethical responsibility for the ARV therapy? And from whom would the medication be bought? The administration decided: of course from the hospital’s pharmacy, and only privately and on invoice. On top of that, South Africa’s ministry of health still considered ARV therapy the devil’s work, and some self-appointed experts even suggested that drugs such as Nevirapine would poison patients. Of course the preparations had been clinical proven in meticulous trials and were sold and prescribed all over the world. But in South Africa they remained highly controversial, and the political decision to make them generally available took half an eternity. So it was left up to NGOs such as HOPE Cape Town to save at least a few people.
The astronomical prices of these medicines also drove home the meaning of “economic apartheid” which followed the demise of political and social apartheid. Those who are poor and black must die; those who are rich and white may live.
As soon as the medications issue was finally settled, we faced another calamity. During the first phase we could admit only the most critical cases into our treatment plan, meaning children whose only chance for survival was ARV therapy. We managed to save a lot of children, but not all. The reader can imagine the implication of having just sent an overseas donor family the name and a photo of their “godchild” and then, having just received their reply and perhaps a gift parcel for the child, needing to inform them that their charge had already died. It was a testing time of learning, praying and sometimes also cursing. The children were dying under our hands, and one could only watch with balled fists.
Soon we employed an extra doctor on a part-time basis to ease the burden on the specialists with experience in ARV therapy. It may seem incredible, but in a country with 2,000 new infections a day there are too few medical
practitioners who know their way around HIV and Aids treatment, and many want to have nothing to do with it.
The sick children were usually referred to us at Tygerberg from day clinics in the townships, and we visited these initial contact points to explore the possibility of closer cooperation. It was our vision to install additional health workers in these clinics to concentrate on HIV/Aids and tuberculosis. We wanted to recruit these new colleagues from the townships and train them. They were to further their training through on-going studies and a certified course at the University of South Africa, a long distance institution of learning.
At first we were laughed at. Inexperienced hands from the townships were supposed to work in the medical institutions of the state? How was that supposed to work? Besides, it was unprecedented. But our persistence, sometimes perhaps also pig-headedness, paid off. Ultimately it wasn’t that difficult to convince the nursing team at the day clinic in the township of Mfuleni that this could become the vanguard in a new strategy in the fight against the disease.
Constance Nobathembu Mayaba was HOPE Cape Town’s first health worker, employed by us in September 2002. Our initially derided plan turned out to be a success story: 23 health workers are now engaged within the framework of our project in township clinics. They have received practical training from a specialised doctor and develop their knowledge through long distance study. In addition we have employed an experienced nurse who encourages their studies and coordinates their deployments. Our health workers are now widely regarded as proven specialists in the subject of HIV/Aids, as even the provincial government has acknowledged.
But all care measures are like fighting windmills if one neglects prevention. For that reason HOPE Cape Town has always emphasised prevention work, and addressed all the attendant social issues, from the stigmatisation of victims to the culture of denial, the trivialisation of the problem. In that regard we have naturally been asked about our position on condoms, and to that question there can be no one-dimensional answer.
The founder of HOPE Cape Town might be a Catholic priest, but the groupings with which the project cooperates are multifaceted and diverse. There are parishes and school classes, business concerns and state institutions, young people and old. Once we conducted a sex education session with the mentally handicapped, many of whom had sexual experiences. I asked myself whether I could offer a valid perspective on self-protection to these human beings by expounding strictly on the teachings of the Church. What were they supposed to do with the Church’s recommendation of abstinence? In those situations I became increasingly aware of the dilemma our Church is facing.
Prevention became a key function for me, and so I had to cultivate the necessary knowledge in that field. Over the years I have become something of an amateur medic, and as such I started to think about the role of the sangomas. About 80% of all black South Africans will first consult a traditional healer; only if that healer cannot help will they visit a medical doctor. I wondered why these naturopaths were not included in the strategies to inhibit the spread of HIV/Aids. Surely it was possible to connect the two worlds – the modern and the handed-down disciplines of medicine.
And so our next initiative was born. A workshop was held in December 2003 at Tygerberg’s academic department, bringing together hundreds of sangomas and representatives from the medical field. They discussed what they did and didn’t have in common and how potential cooperation might serve the patient. I learnt a lot about sangomas that day. They spoke about their powerlessness when watching the sick die, and one could sense how much they wanted to be regarded as equal partners in the health sector.
At the same time the unusual workshop revealed how far notions about illness and healing could diverge. I used to ascribe the sangomas’ claims of being able to cure Aids to naiveté, ignorance or pure delusion of grandeur. Now, having learned more about their perceptions, I became a little more cautious in my judgment. In their conceptualisation, an illness, including HIV/Aids, is not merely a physical defect, but a spiritual sign from the ancestors, a warning, a call, an intervention. In that context, healing is achieved when the symptoms of that illness disappear, but the virus itself may not have been cured.
And so the first contact had succeeded, followed by three further meetings. The sangomas led us into a new world of ambulatory art with its manifold secrets of natural remedy and the use of muti, objects and spiritual powers. And they learnt about western science, virology, modern tests and therapies.
During these exchanges I became conscious of an unspoken cultural barrier. For the sangomas, mostly from the Xhosa ethnic group, our collaboration was restrained by a tradition according to which I was not considered a real man because I was not circumcised. “Just a minor blemish,” I thought. But it was more than that, as I noticed in connection with an invitation to a ritual feast: I wouldn’t have been a fully eligible participant. So I decided to have myself cut. In any case, it is more hygienic and one doesn’t really lose that much. An Italian surgeon performed the operation, and after a fortnight of walking bowlegged like John Wayne, I could take part in the ceremony. I was even presented with a cowtail fan as a symbolic acknowledgment of my newly attained authority.
Having obtained permission from the provincial government, we launched a pilot project in October 2005: nine sangomas and five of our health workers were to complete a six-week full-time training course with a view to working out a structured referral system between traditional healers and state clinics. A scientist from the University of Cape Town, who had written her doctoral thesis on African naturopathy and was herself, a white person, ordained a healer, was going to guide the project for two years. Funding for it was made available from the German Aids-Stiftung, Germany’s Round Table and the company MTU South Africa (Pty) Ltd. We owe these donors a massive vote of thanks, because without them the pilot project could never have been launched. If the project would succeed, it may become a model for southern Africa and beyond. Newspapers and TV have shown interest in our unusual initiative; even the BBC in London has reported about it. We are now (2008/2009) in Phase II of the project, working closely with 3 of the 9 sangomas. It has shown that only very intensive training and personal connection can foster a trusted relationship, where indeed refereals and cooperation between a sangoma and the primary heath care facility can happen.
HOPE Cape Town now has a staff of 27, and our organisation is known throughout the Western Cape province. Many people in South Africa and Germany are supporting us; we cooperate closely with the German embassy in Pretoria and the consulate in Cape Town, and receive regular visits from German politicians, MPs, business people and journalists. We have been able to introduce our project to a delegation from Germany’s parliamentary health committee, then-foreign minister Joschka Fischer dropped in, and in October 2007 we welcomed the German Chancellor Angela Merkel, accompanied by social development minister Heidemarie Wieczorek-Zeul, to HOPE Cape Town.
When the decade-old partnership between the Western Cape and the German state of Bavaria was extended to include the field of HIV/Aids, HOPE Cape Town contributed to the formulation of the cooperation agreement. Within the framework of that agreement we sit on the advisory committee to the provincial health ministry. It also enabled us to introduce joint initiatives with the medical faculty of the University of Stellenbosch. We are in the process to forge strong collaborations in the areas of research and tuition because the structures we have built in the townships can open doors for research.
A formal “memorandums of understanding” was signed with the University of Stellenbosch, Department for Health Sciences and HOPE Cape Town occupies now also two offices on the Tygerberg Campus. An elective student programme for foreign medical students together with the research unit “KidsCru” complements the cooperation.
But enough about us. I just wish to mention one more vision particularly close to HOPE Cape Town’s collective heart. South Africa’s health system is short of thousands of nurses, many of whom have been poached by other countries, especially England, to ease the nursing needs there. For qualified personnel such overseas offers are lucrative – they are paid poorly at home and can earn much more elsewhere. That brain drain continues unabated, and increasing numbers of qualified people are emigrating. So we are thinking about alternative ways of replacing them. We would like to set up a new course of study in South Africa’s health system: an officially recognised qualification as a health worker. This could kill two birds with one stone. Firstly it would create many study opportunities and much employment; secondly it would reduce shortages in nursing personnel. An official approval of our training is on its way as this chapter is written.
But that initiative should also follow a tried and tested path. We don’t want to create new structures from nothing, but optimise and link what already exists. And we aim to finance that with our donations, not with state grants, because one can very easily become dependent on the state’s drip. State grants don’t just cause addiction, but erode one’s independence.

In 2009 a memorandum of understanding was signed by HOPE Cape Town and the “Justice and Peace Commission” of the Archdiocese of Cape Town to cooperate in the fields of pastoral care for priests, religious and seminarians, who are themselves living with the virus. A new and challenging future lies ahead also in this field.

More info: http://www.hopecapetown.com

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07.07.2009 Questions…

During the last 8 years working closely with people being infected and affected, one starts thinking what all this is fitting in in our faith system. Is HIV or AIDS only to be seen as a medical condition? Or as a social or moral failure to bring people towards a proper behaviour – what ever that might mean? In the beginning of the AIDS pandemic, I heard from some church leaders that HIV and AIDS are punishment for bad behaviour.. Or is the virus simple another sign of evolution – the daily struggle of nature to survive?

Are there indeed the “poor AIDS babies” and the adults “who are somehow bearing the stigma of misbehaving”?  Are there good or bad people living with the virus?

What does it mean to our theology of creation, our picture of God? What does it mean to the moral teaching of my Roman-Catholic church? Are we able to develop a theology of AIDS and turning the stigma into a charisma?

What does work in this field do with a priest, thorn apart between dogma, teaching and real life situations. The church is mater and magister, so told me a bishop last year in Rome. “Where I am working, we represent more the magisterium, where you working, you represent more the mother” Rightly said, but what does it mean in consequence?

I don’t have answers – but I am on a journey to find out..

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