Thinkpiece Thursday

I Am Not A Witch

In a remote Zambian village, Shula, a nine-year-old girl, is orphaned and alone. Shula is unwanted by everyone and considered a nuisance- so they accuse her of being a witch.  Shula is an innocent easy target.

The villagers gather outside the local police office and demand action. The skeptical policewoman sees a small child. But a corrupt government official, Mr. Banda, who declares himself Shula’s “state guardian,” sees a pay cheque.

Mr. Banda is a sweaty fat verbose conniver, a combination of lethal and ludicrous. He carts his prize to the local “witch camp”. Shula can either join the other “witches” as free field labor or be killed as a goat. Shula and the other women are tethered to their chores by wide cotton ribbons. One end is attached to their backs and the other end wound around enormous wooden spools housed on a large flatbed truck. They are held captive by a light floating “chain” that wafts in the breeze.

The ribbons are a brilliant metaphor. They look like something from a fairy story and seem surreal and silly until you consider how sinister they are. They are the way that men like Banda control the women and he reminds the elder “witches” to be grateful for how much extra ribbon he has given them since taking office. It’s a familiar argument by men who want to restrict women and want women to be grateful for their constraints. It could always be worse, right?

In my experience…

I recently visited Cape Town. The city counts down the days until taps run dry and are closed off. I’ve seen firsthand how life changes in a severe drought. Shula is exhorted to dance to alleviate the local lack of rain and water starvation. In the purity of her innocent heart, Shula dances herself to death and the rains come. This frees Shula from her enslavement and inspires all the “withes” to cut their ribbons and disappear from the camp.

This is a dreamy surreal movie with dark undertones of exploitation and slavery.

drought in cape town