The trip to Manta has made me recognize the
knowledge bases in conflict, between me and my community. There is the Western
knowledge base, which I more strongly connect with, and the Kichwa knowledge
base. Although I have tried to be extremely culturally sensitive, the trip to
Manta brought these differences out. Before the trip, the only really conflict
I had had was that our conception of time is different. Often my coordinator
would be late (30 minutes to two hours late) coming to a meeting that I had been
early for, or he would be really early on the days that I happened to be
accidentally late.
However, on the trip to Manta the
differences became clear. The first was that the differences in the conception
of time became emphasized. We had to have the coffee in Manta by 9am on Monday,
and we left at 4pm the night before, leaving lots of time to make the 12 hour
drive. The only problem was that we were driving extremely slowly; sometimes we
were going up the mountain passes at the speed of a walking horse... It took us
9 hours to get from the community to Quito, a trip that should take about 4 to
5 hours. By 9am, we were just over halfway there. By that point, we also
started getting frustrated calls from the project director who was supposed to
be meeting us in Manta at that time. This clash was brought to the test when we
finally got to Manta around 3pm (23 hours later) and the program director had
to cover up for the community by saying that it was the driver’s fault, not the
community’s tardiness. Being this late for a deadline could have cost them the
contract that they have with the shipping company, but I don’t think that they
recognized that.
The second knowledge difference was of
gender. When there is a cramped space, Western culture places the woman in the
best spot. From my experience in that ride to Manta, it might be the opposite
in Kichwa culture. I already knew that men were placed at a higher standard
than women, but my position in the car exemplified that. This may not seem like
a huge deal, but when there are 3 people (and the driver) crammed into a truck
bench seat made for two, something has to give. I was told to go in first and
was given the worst position in the car, half on the seat, and half on the
emergency break, having the stick shift jammed into my lower thigh every time
the gear needed to be changed. I eventually dealt with this by talking clothes
and blankets and stuffing them around the emergency break to create another
cushion for myself. However, things got worse when the two men beside me were
getting antsy and uncomfortable, and so they spread their legs and ended up
pushing me so far towards the driver, I had to cling to the driver’s seat in
order to stay upright. They did not notice, and when I asked them to give me
more room, like gave me dirty looks and grumbled before they moved over maybe
an inch. Apparently, even though I am in huge amounts of pain, their comfort
matters more.
On a background note, the trip we made to
Manta (a coastal city in Ecuador) was to drop off just under 10,000 pounds of
organic, shade-grown, fair trade coffee at a shipping company so it could be
sent to the buyer in Germany. I had the privilege of going because I am
learning about the coffee process in their community as an alternative to oil development.
This amount of coffee is actually only the last 2 months worth of production,
which I think is amazing! I went with my coordinator’s assistant, the driver,
and a chauffeur (because the driver didn’t know how to get to Manta). I did
learn lots about the final bits of coffee production and they asked me to take
pictures so that they could increase their small database of pictures they have
of the process.
| 63 bags of beans (aroun 10,00 pounds - each bag is 125 pounds) |
Also, based on my experience above, I
decided not to go back to the community with them, opting for taking a bus.
This decision was also reinforced when I found out that they were not going to
stop so the driver could sleep, even though he had already been up for over 48
hours. Definitely wasn’t going to risk my life to get back to my community faster...
Anyways, it was an interesting trip to do
to follow the process of coffee as far as I can take it. However, I doubt I
would do it again...
Blaire- good for you for not bowing completely to those men's comforts in the name of "cultural sensitivity". (I don't care if I'm being culturally insensitive by saying that). Also - I bet the lateness was SO FRUSTRATING. Esp. since you are so punctual, and you understand how that's valuable when participating in the (western) market, but you probably couldn't say anything about it!!! Blaire, HOW did you keep your mouth shut and your mind open like that?? You are a freaking saint.
ReplyDeleteDo you think age may have been part of the cultural clash as well? Perhaps a young man your age would have got the same seat for that arduous trip. What seat would I have won? In Asia, I would have been given the very best seat -- my white hair wins me that. There, MDB would have been given the best seat, too. Is age respected for its assumed wisdom in Kichwa country?
ReplyDeleteHang in there!
M&M