I am well aware that the concept of
the haves and the have nots exists all over the world. Yet, the prevalence of
classism that I have personally experienced since I have arrived in Panama is
absolutely absurd. I don't think I have ever thought about class soooo much
before coming here. Could be because I spend almost all of my week with professionals and wealthy expats wanting to learn English. I think so.
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| somewhere around where the haves live |
You see here in Panama, there are two
lovely words that describe the disparities that exist in the city. And people
are constantly reminding you of what is what. Call it what you may, but I find them both rather annoying
for several reasons. ‘Raka Taka,’ which is an equivalent of describing someone
that might be called hood or ghetto and ‘YeiYei,’ which is the equivalent of
describing the money people and the ‘bougie lifestyle.’
Allow me to explore my experience a
bit more with you…
My morning class had warned me that
certain things were raka taka in Panama. When I asked what raka taka was they
all contributed to explain things that could were considered raka taka. My dear
God, I can’t even begin to list these things on this blog; I would probably
have to check many of the qualifications off for myself, lol. In a nutshell,
they said it was low class…
I was still feeling things out then
so I didn't form an opinion on the term. I was only taking mental notes at this
point. Just mental notes.
Once as I tutored a student who was
trying to pass an English exam, he asked about my social life. Admittedly, I
told him that I hadn't really started going out much as I was still figuring
things out and getting settled. He then proceeded to tell me which clubs to go
to and which clubs not to go to, noting that one club in particular [which
will remain unnamed] used to be really nice, but has since lessened in quality
since now it is frequented by the "low class." He said "Oh no,
teacher. Don’t go there it's low class." Mental note to self: explore what
he meant by that, although I think I had an idea of exactly what he meant. I
had checked out that same club just a few days back and it was pretty cool. I
digged the music and could see myself going back.
Or like two weeks ago when one of my
students pulled out a map and proceeded to delineate a line between where the
rich people lived in the city and where the rich people did not live in the
city. She assumed that I lived within those lines. She was SO excited about the
discovery of this map.
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| Raka beach? lol. just the BEACH! |
Finally, the other day as I was
sitting in the teachers lounge before class, two teachers discussed weekend
plans. One suggested a beach and then the other quickly surmised that the beach
might not be relaxing. When I asked why not, he indicated that it wouldn't be
relaxing because it was a raka-taka kind of beach and that while you try to
relax, someone might come right next to your sand space and start blastin’
reggaeton. WOW. So I tried to hold it in, but that had been my breaking point.
1. So a beach that is raka cannot be
relaxing.
2. Only rakas listen to Reggaeton and
in fact, at the beach, they will surely invade your private space with it.
That’s just what rakas do. (I am sure he meant Plena, which is Panamanian
reggae and pretty darn awesome!)
Okay. When the other teacher asked
what raka meant, he said that it was the Panamanian equivalent to the American
term "white trash." I argued that it was everything that the money
havin’ Panamanians and expats considered trash...not just white.
The room got tense. I was tense. I
had reached my breaking point with this.
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| walking contrast. literally and figuratively |
Almost four months into living here
in Panama and I now realize why I am having such a hard time dealing with the
constant usage of these words. The use of these words aside from the fact that
it attempts to clearly delineate two social classes, makes a person feel like
they have to choose what to do to stay clearly within one of these groups and
steer far away from the other. Secondly, aside from the fact that I have always
considered myself a well-rounded person, it is always evident that in Panama
the activities that have made me feel the most connected to Panamanian people
and culture are those that people might consider raka taka or frown upon. I
believe in getting into the people, delving into the culture, mingling, and
being a part of the experience. I didn’t come all the way to Panama to hang out
at the Hard Rock hotel that is reminiscent of every Hard Rock hotel in the
states. I didn’t come to Panama to mingle with people in a bar that is
frequented by people who are other teachers, backpackers, expats, etc. I can do
that stuff every once in a while. But I came to Panama to be in Panama. I came
here to live and experience a culture outside of my own upbringing and to
really feel like I am traveling. I did not come to Panama to stay in my comfort
zone or do things that are modeled after bar, clubs, and restaurants in US
cities. Take me to the real Panama. Take me to get empanadas and chicha* for
$1.00. Take me on a $0.25 bus ride on the Diablo Rojo*. Take me to Avenida B to
bargain shop and have raspao*. Take me to Mercado de Mariscos* where I can have
ceviche for $3.00 and kick it with the locals. Take me to my homegirl’s house
where I can meet other real people and 'parquiar'* like my Panamanians say. Let
me here Plena, Reggaeton, Reggae, Bachata, Salsa, anything that screams
foreign! I want it all…and if that means raca taca, then so be it. Let my
standard Spanish be a must and let me pick up the local version of Panamanian
Spanish ‘Que Xopaaaaa?’* Lol. Love it.
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| ridin' the Diablo Rojo to work. |
Insert sound effect here:____________. “Teacher,
you ride the Diablo Rojo? *Gasp* how is it?” Me: It is just fine; I am alive,
well, and made it out to teach you English today…all for $.25 ;)
And so, I bask in joy as I tell them about how exciting my
weekend activities were in the areas they would never venture, listening to the
music that is very unrelaxing ;) and most importantly “low class.” I bask in
letting them know that as their teacher of English and co worker, I am open to
all. Perhaps then they will understand the ambiguity of a person that is the
English teacher, Bintu Musa.
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| a sister sent this to me and i was moved by it and it fits here! credit: unknown |
Above all, I am an open-minded and
adaptable young woman that can fit in anywhere. Take me to an official
gathering with diplomats and I will chop it up and impress all the same. I
don’t walk around claiming to be from one of the richest counties in the
US, nor do I rag on having lived in some of the poorest areas of this county. I
can hold my own in any environment. The fact remains that in all that I do, I
keep an open mind and invite all types of people, good people into my circle,
and into my life. I travel to live the experience. One day I will do it for an official
entity and I will make them proud by bridging gaps that often exist across
cultures.
Signed Shamelessly,
a Sierra Leonean-American
girl who just really wants to explore another culture sans the labels.
*Chicha- natural/local juice
*Diablo Rojo- local bus---meaning Red Devil, literally
*Raspao- a delicious type of shaved ice with your favorite flavor,creamer and condensed milk---yummy!
*Mercado de Mariscos- Seafood Market
*Parquiar- Panamanian slang for chillin'
*Que Xopa- Panamanian slang for 'what's up?'
NEXT! Surprise destination pending for this weekend. Please mark your calendars, pack your bags and most importantly, strap your seatbelts!*
