Death and Computer Classes: Old People in South America.
“Everything to do with old age is improper: killing, laughing, sex, and going on living more than anything else. Apart from dying, everything in old age is improper. Old age is unworthy, indecent, repulsive, infamous, disgusting and old people have no rights other than the right to die.”
Fernando Vallejo in “Our Lady of the Assassins”
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“There are elderly people who are younger than us. They want to travel, take pictures, put them on Facebook, share.” The girl sitting across from me laughs lightly and shakes her heavy curls. Fernanda Rodrigues is 25 years old and a coordinator, former teacher, at the Brazilian organization CDI, the Center for Digital Inclusion, that provides (the potential for) technological literacy to disadvantaged groups.
Fernanda started working with old people in 2005. She is endearingly excited as she tells me about a 85-year old student of hers who, after finishing the course, had bought a computer and proceeded to use it until the last day of her life (at 92).
“It was an amazing experience!”
Just like any of us, old people have their set of problems, Fernanda explains. One 80-year old student said she wanted to destroy the computer because her husband was always sitting in front of it instead of speaking to her. That lady wanted to learn how to use a computer in order to eliminate it from the inside. Fernanda was surprised at the degree of menace, but her job was to teach, and so she did. At the end of the course, when Fernanda asked her whether she was actually going to destroy her husband’s home PC, the lady answered: “No, because when my husband comes home now, I am already on the computer!”
Many, too many, of the old people Fernanda taught did not even know how to type when they started the course. They might not have learned to write at all, and their children simply don’t teach them.
“The children just leave the parents alone when they move away,” Fernanda says. Not only do those old people not have any family or friends around anymore, but they no longer make any new friends either. Fernanda’s computer course is a source for both.
One of Fernanda’s students explained that her daughter was studying in London, but that they never spoke. One day, Fernanda taught her elderly class how to use MSN Messenger. The next day, the woman brought her daughter’s email. The entire class went through the process of going online, typing in the address, setting up a new account, and finally, adding people.
Suddenly, the elderly woman was online. So was her daughter. The words “Hi, mom” appeared on the screen. The mother did not answer. In fact, she did not move at all. She just sat there, staring at the screen, and quietly, she began to cry. Fernanda did not understand. The elderly woman was not answering her daughter’s message; she just cried: a total mystery. The daughter continued writing “Hey, mom? Are you there?” but the mother just cried and cried. Finally, Fernanda typed something in response (“your mother is weird.”) and asked the elderly lady why she was crying. “Finally, I can speak to my daughter,” the woman whispered through her teary mouth.
Fernanda dreams of being a “big teacher,” as she calls it, because she loves seeing people learn.
“I don’t have the words to describe it,” she says, raising her hands and eyes to the ceiling. It is incredible to observe the progress, she says, especially in elderly people of poor communities without too many opportunities.
“They are like this (Fernanda uses her hands to imitate horse blinders) all their lives and I make them like this (she opens up the blinders).”
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“Meanwhile, Lady Death goes on
tirelessly ascending and descending those steep streets.”