Unikátní projekt svépomocné stavby domů, mění život Romů ve východoslovenské obci Rakovce. Pilotní projekt začal v roce 2013 a umožnil prvním obyvatelům osady postavit si vlastní zděné domy. Informoval o tom zpravodajský portál Korzar.sme.sk.
V prvních dvou etapách projektu se vystavělo 14 zkolaudovaných domů. Aktuálně probíhá třetí etapa a staví se dalších 14 nízkonákladových domů.
„Život v osadě se změnil, řekl bych, o 180 stupňů. Mladé rodiny mohou získat svoje vlastní legální bydlení, domeček se zahrádkou. Předtím to vůbec nebylo možné. Zpočátku, když jsme vybírali lidi v první etapě, skoro nikdo nevěřil, že se něco také může podařit. Když se to však vyzkoušelo, hlásili se mnozí další,“ uvedl pro server Korzár místní terénní pracovník František Turták.
V minulosti byly mladé romské rodiny odkázané na bydlení s rodiči v osadě, bez pomoci a zaměstnání neměly východisko.
„Není to jen o tom, že si vyřešili bydlení. Na začátku stavby byli zaměstnaní tři-čtyři lidé a teď z nich máme zaměstnaných více než 60 procent. Je to velký krok dopředu nejen z hlediska bydlení, ale i po pracovní stránce,“ řekl Turták.
Stavba není zadarmo a vyžaduje si splnění přísných podmínek a aktivní spoluúčast zájemců. Ti si musí nejméně rok pravidelně spořit na koupi pozemku a splácet půjčku na stavební materiál. Celkový rozpočet vychází na zhruba 12 až 13 tisíc euro.
Jak celý program funguje, vysvětlila Františka Ondrašiková z rankovského sdružení Pro lepší život.
„Potřebná je aktivní účast obce, která vyčleňuje stavební pozemky a zabezpečuje technickou infrastrukturu. Do procesu vstupuje i místní nezisková organizace, která dělá komunitní a terénní sociální práci. V neposlední řadě je to banka, která nabízí výhodnou mikro-půjčku. Projektový koordinátor vede klienta při samotné stavbě domu. Nejdůležitějším je však klient, jde o to, aby vnímal, že je to jeho dílo, projekt jeho života, aby přebral co největší zodpovědnost a úlohu na sebe,“ uvedla pro server Františka Ondrašiková.
Prvotní projekt svépomocné výstavby v Rankovcích získal v roce 2014 Zlatou cenu pro občanskou společnost, kterou uděluje Evropský hospodářský a sociální výbor v Bruselu.
Do obce přicházejí lidé se zájmem o program nejen z blízkých zemí, jako je Maďarsko a Česko, ale i vzdálenější evropské státy. Naposledy se o projekt zajímali zástupci z USA nebo Bangladéše.
Realizátorem byla tehdy organizace ERP Slovensko – Centrum pro udržitelný rozvoj. V současnosti má záštitu nad projektem nezisková organizace Projekt DOM.ov, která ho přenesla i do některých dalších obci v Prešovském kraji.
Tie hoaxy o mnohých stovkách eur v rodinách sú nezmyselné a boli opakovane vyvrátené. Tuším INEKO o tom urobilo aj dobrú štúdiu, kde sa snažilo všetko vysvetliť. Rodiny s tromi deťmi v osadách bežne žijú len z 200 eur. Pripomínam aj to, že nárok na identické dávky majú aj ľudia z majority, žiadne nie sú určené špeciálne Rómom.
Situácia je skôr opačná, príjmy v osadách stále klesajú a chudoba sa objektívne prehlbuje. To je však problém vidieka všeobecne, keďže prístup k práci je tam obmedzený. Nie náhodou cestuje množstvo žien a matiek z východu Slovenska do Rakúska zarobiť si opatrovaním.
Faktom je však aj to, že mnohým rodinám, ktoré poberajú sociálne dávky v hmotnej núdzi, sa neoplatí zamestnať ani len za minimálnu mzdu, lebo keby tak jeden z partnerov urobil, druhý stratí nárok na peniaze. To sa však netýka len Rómov, zákon všeobecne nemotivuje k tomu, aby ľudia pracovali.
Deti sú pre rómske rodiny prvoradé, drvivá väčšina sa o ne určite stará. Starostlivosť sa tam však delí na širšiu rodinu, nerobí to len matka, ale trebárs aj jej sestry či starší súrodenci.
Zablatené deti sú zase logickým dôsledkom neupravených ciest, chodníkov a dažďov, lebo vtedy je blato naozaj všade. Každý, kto má deti, pochopí, že aby boli v takom prostredí čisté, musel by ich prezliekať viackrát za deň.
Výhrady zaznievajú aj voči tomu, že deti v zime behajú nahé či slabo oblečené. Aj to však má vysvetlenie. Keď som žil v osade, videl som, že chatrné domčeky sú extrémne prekúrené, lebo v pieckach sa teplota príliš nedá regulovať. Ak som chcel potom prebehnúť z domu do domu, tiež som tak urobil len v košeli.
Je tam vysoká kriminalita?
Nie je. Dejú sa tam drobné prípady, ale spomínam si, že v jednom meste s rómskym sídliskom boli analýzy polície také, že práve na ňom bola kriminalita v porovnaní s ostatnými mestskými časťami jedna z najnižších.
Podobné sú aj moje skúsenosti z osady. Občasné hádky, bitky či drobné krádeže sa totiž dejú naozaj všade.
Od Štefana Harabina a jeho fanúšikov neustále počuť, že pán doktor je síce temperamentný a občas možno trochu prchký, ale je to kapacita – veľký odborník na právo, akého široko-ďaleko nechyrovať. Mám o tom svoje pochybnosti. Tu sú tri asi najväčšie hlúposti – z oblasti práva – ktoré som od neho počul. Nejde o žiadne…
The European continent today is split in public attitudes toward religion, minorities and social issues such as gay marriage and legal abortion.
Yesterday, I was tagged in a post by an old high school friend, asking me and a few others a very public, direct question about white privilege and racism. I feel compelled to publish not only his query but also my response to it, as it may be a helpful discourse for more than just a handful of folks on Facebook.
Here’s his post:
“To all of my black or mixed-race FB friends, I must profess a blissful ignorance of this “white privilege” which I’m apparently guilty of possessing. Not being able to fully put myself in the shoes of someone from a background/race/religion/gender/nationality/body type that differs from my own makes me part of the problem, according to what I’m now hearing.
Despite my treating everyone with respect and humor my entire life (as far as I know), I’m somehow complicit in the misfortune of others. I’m not saying I’m color blind, but whatever racism/sexism/other-ism my life experience has instilled in me stays within me, and is not manifested in the way I treat others (which is not the case with far too many, I know).
So that I may be enlightened, can you please share with me some examples of institutional racism that have made an indelible mark upon you? If I am to understand this, I need people I know personally to show me how I’m missing what’s going on. Personal examples only. I’m not trying to be insensitive; I only want to understand (but not from the media). I apologize if this comes off as crass or offends anyone.”
Here’s my response:
First off, I hope you don’t mind that I’ve quoted your post and made it part of mine. I think the heart of what you’ve asked of your friends of color is extremely important and I think my response needs much more space than as a reply on your feed. I truly thank you for wanting to understand what you are having a hard time understanding.
Coincidentally, over the last few days, I have been thinking about sharing some of the incidents of prejudice/racism I’ve experienced in my lifetime (in fact, I just spoke with my sister Lesa about how to best do this yesterday) because I realized many of my friends, especially the white ones, have no idea what I’ve experienced/dealt with unless they were present (and aware) when it happened.
There are two reasons for this:
1.) Because not only as a human being do I suppress the painful and uncomfortable in an effort to make it go away, but I was also taught within my community (I was raised in the ‘70s and ‘80s — it’s shifted somewhat now) and by society at large NOT to make a fuss, speak out, or rock the boat. To just “deal with it,” lest more trouble follow (which, sadly, it often does).
2.) Fear of being questioned or dismissed with “Are you sure that’s what you heard?” or “Are you sure that’s what they meant?” and being angered and upset all over again by well-meaning but hurtful and essentially unsupportive responses.
So, again, I’m glad you asked, because I really want to answer. But as I do, please know a few things first:
1.) This is not even close to the whole list. I’m cherry picking because none of us has all day.
2.) I’ve been really lucky. Most of what I share below is mild compared to what others in my family and community have endured.
3.) I’m going to go in chronological order so you might begin to glimpse the tonnage and why what many white folks might feel is a “Where did all of this come from?” moment in society has been festering individually and collectively for the LIFETIME of pretty much every black or brown person living in America today, regardless of wealth or opportunity.
4.) Some of what I share covers sexism, too. Intersectionality is another term I’m sure you’ve heard and want to put quotes around, but it’s a real thing, too, just like white privilege. But you’ve requested a focus on personal experiences with racism, so here it goes:
When I was three, my family moved into an upper-middle-class, all-white neighborhood. We had a big back yard, so my parents built a pool. Not the only pool on the block, but the only one neighborhood boys started throwing rocks into. White boys. One day my mom ID’d one as the boy from across the street, went to his house, told his mother, and, fortunately, his mother believed mine. My mom not only got an apology, but also had that boy jump in our pool and retrieve every single rock. No more rocks after that.
Then Mom even invited him to come over to swim sometime if he asked for permission. Everyone became friends. This one has a happy ending because my mom was and is badass about matters like these, but I hope you can see that the white privilege in this situation is being able to move into a “nice” neighborhood and be accepted not harassed, made to feel unwelcome, or prone to acts of vandalism and hostility.
When my older sister was five, a white boy named Mark called her a “nigger” after she beat him in a race at school. She didn’t know what it meant, but in her gut, she knew it was bad. This was the first time I’d seen my father the kind of angry that has nowhere to go. I somehow understood it was because not only had some boy verbally assaulted his daughter and had gotten away with it; it had way too early introduced her (and me) to that term and the reality of what it meant — that some white people would be cruel and careless with black people’s feelings just because of our skin color. Or our achievement.
If it’s unclear in any way, the point here is if you’ve NEVER had a defining moment in your childhood or your life where you realize your skin color alone makes other people hate you, you have white privilege.
Sophomore year of high school. I had Mr. Melrose for Algebra 2. Sometime within the first few weeks of class, he points out that I’m “the only spook” in the class. This was meant to be funny. It wasn’t. So I doubt it will surprise you I was relieved when he took medical leave after suffering a heart attack and was replaced by a sub for the rest of the semester.
The point here is if you’ve never been “the only one” of your race in a class, at a party, on a job, etc. and it’s been pointed out in a “playful” fashion by the authority figure in said situation — you have white privilege.
When we started getting our college acceptances senior year, I remember some white male classmates were pissed that another black classmate had gotten into UCLA while they didn’t. They said that affirmative action had given him “their spot” and it wasn’t fair. An actual friend of theirs. Who’d worked his ass off.
The point here is if you’ve never been on the receiving end of the assumption that when you’ve achieved something it’s only because it was taken away from a white person who “deserved it” — that is white privilege.
When I got accepted to Harvard (as a fellow A.P. student you were witness to what an academic beast I was in high school, yes?), three separate times I encountered white strangers as I prepped for my maiden trip to Cambridge that rankle to this day. The first was the white doctor giving me a physical at Kaiser:
Me: “I need to send an immunization report to my college so I can matriculate.”
Doctor: “Where are you going?”
Doctor: “You mean the one in Massachusetts?”
The second was in a store, looking for supplies I needed from Harvard’s suggested “what to bring with you” list.
Store employee: “Where are you going?”
Store employee: “You mean the one in Massachusetts?”
The third was at UPS, shipping off boxes of said “what to bring” to Harvard. I was in line behind a white boy mailing boxes to Princeton, and in front of a white woman sending her child’s boxes to wherever.
Woman, to the boy: “What college are you going to?”
Woman: “Congratulations!” [to me] “Where are you sending your boxes?”
Woman: “You mean the one in Massachusetts?”
I think: “No, b——, the one downtown next to the liquor store.” But I say, gesturing to my LABELED boxes, “Yes, the one in Massachusetts.” Then she says congratulations, but it’s too f—ing late.
The point here is if no one has ever questioned your intellectual capabilities or attendance at an elite institution based solely on your skin color, that is white privilege.
In my freshman college tutorial, our small group of 4-5 was assigned to read Thoreau, Emerson, Malcolm X, Joseph Conrad, Dreiser, etc. When it was the week to discuss The Autobiography of Malcolm X, one white boy boldly claimed he couldn’t even get through it because he couldn’t relate and didn’t think he should be forced to read it. I don’t remember the words I said, but I still remember the feeling — I think it’s what doctors refer to as chandelier pain: as soon as a sensitive area on a patient is touched, they shoot through the roof. That’s what I felt.
I know I said something like my whole life I’ve had to read “things that don’t have anything to do with me or that I relate to” but I find a way anyway because that’s what learning is about — trying to understand other people’s perspectives.
The point here is — the canon of literature studied in the United States, as well as the majority of television and movies, have focused primarily on the works or achievements of white men. So if you have never experienced or considered how damaging it is/was/could be to grow up without myriad role models and images in school that reflect you in your required reading material or in the mainstream media — that is white privilege.
All seniors at Harvard are invited to a fancy, seated group lunch with our respective dorm Masters. (Yes, they were called “Masters” up until this February when they changed it to “Faculty Deans,” but that’s just a tasty little side dish to the main course of this remembrance.) While we were being served by the Dunster House cafeteria staff — the black ladies from Haiti and Boston that ran the line daily; I still remember Jackie’s kindness and warmth to this day — Master Sally mused out loud how proud they must be to be serving the nation’s best and brightest.
I don’t know if they heard her, but I did and it made me uncomfortable and sick. The point here is, if you’ve never been blindsided when you are just trying to enjoy a meal by a well-paid faculty member’s patronizing and racist assumptions about how grateful black people must feel to be in their presence — you have white privilege.
While writing on a television show in my 30s, my new white male boss — who had only known me for a few days — had unbeknownst to me told another writer on staff he thought I was conceited, didn’t know as much I thought I did, and didn’t have the talent I thought I had. And what exactly had happened in those few days? I disagreed with a pitch where he suggested our lead female character carelessly leave a pot holder on the stove and burn down her apartment. This character being a professional caterer.
When what he said about me was revealed months later (by then he’d come to respect and rely on me), he apologized for prejudging me because I was a black woman. I told him he was ignorant and clearly had a lot to learn. It was a good talk because he was remorseful and open. But the point here is, if you’ve never been on the receiving end of a boss’s prejudiced, uninformed, “how dare she question my ideas” badmouthing based on solely on his ego and your race, you have white privilege.
On my very first date with my now husband, I climbed into his car and saw baby wipes on the passenger side floor. He said he didn’t have kids, and that they were just there to clean up messes in the car. I twisted to secure my seat belt and saw a stuffed animal in the rear window. I gave him a look. He said, “I promise, I don’t have kids. That’s only there so I don’t get stopped by the police.” He then told me that when he drove home from work late at night, he was getting stopped by cops constantly because he was a black man in a luxury car and they assumed it was either stolen or he was a drug dealer. When he told a cop friend about this, he told Warren to put a stuffed animal in the rear window because it would change “his profile” to that of a family man, and he was much less likely to be stopped.
The point here is, if you’ve never had to mask the fruits of your success with a floppy-eared stuffed bunny rabbit so you won’t get harassed by the cops on the way home from your gainful employment (or never had a first date start this way), you have white privilege.
Six years ago, I started a Facebook page that has grown into a website called Good Black News because I was shocked to find there were no sites dedicated solely to publishing the positive things black people do. Let me explain here how biased the coverage of mainstream media is, in case you don’t already have a clue — as I curate, I can’t tell you how often I have to swap out a story’s photo to make it as positive as the content. Photos published of black folks in mainstream media are very often sullen or angry-looking. Even when it’s a positive story!
I also have to constantly alter headlines to include a person’s name and not have it just be “Black Man Wins Settlement” or “Carnegie Hall Gets First Black Board Member,” or rephrase it from a subtle subjugator like “ABC Taps Viola Davis as Series Lead” to “Viola Davis Lands Lead on ABC Show” as is done for, say, Jennifer Aniston or Steven Spielberg. I also receive a fair amount of highly offensive racist trolling. I don’t even respond. I block and delete ASAP.
The point here is — not having to rewrite stories and headlines or swap photos while being trolled by racists when all you’re trying to do on a daily basis is promote positivity and share stories of hope and achievement and justice — that is white privilege.
Okay, Jason, there’s more, but I’m exhausted. And my kids need dinner. Remembering and reliving many of these moments has been a strain and a drain (and, again, this ain’t even half or the worst of it). But I hope my experiences shed some light for you on how institutional and personal racism have affected the entire life of a friend of yours to whom you’ve only been respectful and kind. I hope what I’ve shared makes you realize it’s not just strangers but people you know and care for who have suffered and are suffering because we are excluded from the privilege you have to not be judged, questioned, or assaulted in any way because of your race.
As to you “being part of the problem,” trust me, nobody is mad at you for being white. Nobody. Just like nobody should be mad at me for being black. Or female. Or whatever.
But what is being asked of you is to acknowledge that white privilege does exist, and to not only to treat people of races that differ from yours “with respect and humor,” but also to stand up for fair treatment and justice, to not let “jokes” or “off-color” comments by friends, co-workers, or family slide by without challenge, and to continually make an effort to put yourself in someone else’s shoes, so we may all cherish and respect our unique and special contributions to society as much as we do our common ground.
With much love and respect,