I feel it's appropriate that my 100th blog post is about the one phenomenon that has been such a cornerstone of my Peace Corps experience.
The Fishbowl Effect: n,
a feeling of (or reality) where your every move is watched, carefully observed,
scrutinized, and judged.
This is something that you are warned about prior to Peace
Corps and something you will experience throughout the duration of your
service. It will never cease. And after more than two years living in my
community I am always surprised at the level of fishbowlery going on around me.
For example, there are people who shout my name from near and
far, whom I am pretty sure I have never met, and if I have, I’ve never actually
held a legitimate conversation with them.
But alas, they know me. Will I ever know the amount of people that know
me? Probably not. I have been approached by people from and in
communities other than my own who ask if am such and such person. 9 times out of 10 I am that person. Only rarely am I confused for another Peace
Corps Volunteer.
As one of the only “Whiteys” in my community, I stick out, I
get it. My movements are easily
spotted. I may or may not walk the same
road every day at almost the same time, fine.
But boy does word travel fast. My every coming and going is noted. If I
travel to some event in another community, when I reach home, I am asked how
that event was? Someone always sees me
at said event and tells everyone. If neighbors have not seen me for a few days
(a weekend), they automatically assume I went back home. Why would I go home
and not tell any one? Why would I go
back home and leave all my laundry on the clothesline? “Strangers” offer me
rides, and know exactly which gap to drop me, without me having to tell them. Any time I go to the local club, come home
late (or early), it does not go unnoticed. Every guest is questioned. God
forbid I wear short pants (which judging by most standards here, are really not
that short!); they are always pointed out to me. If I am seen with a “black man”,
questions arise.
Sometimes it can be quite frustrating. Actually at first it was really annoying. No matter
what I did or didn’t do, it was discussed and scrutinized. I generally do not care what people think of
me, but as a representative of the United States and all that Peace Corps
embodies, reputation is exceedingly important. This was drilled into our brains
from day one of training. We are at work 24/7. We never stop representing our
country and our program. It is important for many reasons in addition to being
an ambassador, but also for safety. Our
reputation determines the level of acceptance and willingness to work with us
from our community and its members.
For the most part I welcome it. It means I always have some one looking out
for me. Unlike the U.S. where you can
rot in your house for days before someone notices the smell or cares enough to
make a call, my neighbors question my whereabouts every time I come or go. They
run shady characters from my yard. They give me fruits. It makes me feel cared
for; makes me feel important. I feel like a celebrity when I walk down the road. School children, from schools that I have
never taught at, know me and come running to give me hugs, pet my skin or feel
my “doll baby” hair. People who don’t know me, want to get to know me.