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  1. High School Students Bear the Brunt of Enforcing a State Ban on Food Waste in Rhode Island

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    Doomsday scenario: Rhode Island’s single landfill receives 722 tons of food waste a day and could run out of space by 2040

     

    Many school administrators in the state of Rhode Island are ignoring a new law to divert food waste from landfills, leaving students to carry the burden of persuading over-worked school staff and reluctant fellow students, according to a new survey launched by two high school activists.

    The law is one of only six in the US and is viewed as a major response to the growing threat of climate change at the state level. It took effect on January 1 last year and requires all schools in Rhode Island that produce more than thirty tons of organic waste a year, or lie within 15 miles of a composting facility, to compost or recycle the waste and donate unused food to food banks.

    In spite of its importance, the law suffers from a lack of enforcement provisions and funds according to Emma Pautz and Bella Quiroa, two rising seniors at high schools in Rhode Island who also advise The Advocacy Project. As a result, implementation of the law is left to schools that are struggling with many other competing priorities and threatened by budget cuts.

    Ms Pautz and Ms Quiroa have launched a survey and petition, the Youth Composting Campaign Initiative, to drum up support for the law. They presented preliminary findings recently at a composting conference sponsored by Rhode Island College in Providence, the state capital.

    Of the 74 teachers to have responded to the survey so far, 65% had not heard of the mandate and only 9% reported that they had a “strong” composting program that involves students. Ms Pautz described this as deeply discouraging. “Obviously, it is not good enough” she said in her presentation.

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    Rhode Island is blessed with a spectacular coastline and is heavily dependent on tourism, but both are at serious risk from garbage and climate change, according to speakers at the recent conference.

    The state has one landfill and at the current rate it will fill up by 2040, forcing Rhode Island to export waste to other states at a sharply higher cost than the current $58.50 a ton. Alarmed legislators are considering a bill to impose a surcharge of $2 a ton on all garbage collected to encourage new thinking.

    Food waste should be the first target according to Josh Daly, associate director at the Rhode Island Food Policy Council. The state sends 722 tons of food waste a day into the landfill where it is converted into methane gas, one of the deadliest greenhouse gases, he said.

    The federal government’s Environmental Protection Agency is also urging states to focus on the linkage between food waste and climate change and has offered Rhode Island $50 million to implement a climate action program. Of this, around $2 million is earmarked for food waste.

    Ms Pautz and Ms Quiroa are also outraged that so much food is going to waste in a state where under-nutrition is high among low-income families and minorities. Almost 14% of all Rhode Island households receive supplemental food from the government.

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    The looming threat from climate change is producing a generation of student leaders who are, in the words of Emma Pautz, “terrified” by what lies ahead.

    Ms Pautz herself was inspired by Greta Thunberg, the Swedish climate activist, at the age of 12. Soon after arriving at the Barrington High School, where she studies, Ms Pautz got two composting bins set up in the cafeteria and persuaded other students to join her in monitoring the bins. The nearby Barrington Farm School collects the waste for free on an electric bicycle, and by last summer Ms Pautz’s team was diverting over 12 gallons a week.

    Bitten by the green bug, Ms Pautz spends weekends clearing nature trails and draws praise for her commitment. “Emma has a passion for environmental projects and doesn’t let anything stop her,” said Amy Nicodemus, Ms Pautz’s school advisor. “I wish we had more young people with her drive!”

    Bella Quiroa, the campaign co-leader, came to composting through an internship at Clean Ocean Access, a non-profit in Newport, that enabled her to introduce composting to younger students at five other local schools. Last Halloween she collected over 80 discarded pumpkins from local farms and held a carving competition, Carving for Compost, for students and families.

    “The pumpkin guts and bits were composted as people carved, and the excess pumpkins were donated to a local farm for their cows to eat,” said Ms Quiroa. “The idea was to raise money in a fun way and protest the fact that so many pumpkins go to waste and end up in landfills.”

    Ms Quiroa has also given composting presentations at her church in Spanish and English, using 5-gallon buckets donated by local businesses. “It is so rewarding to work with communities!”

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    Emma Pautz

    For all their achievements, the experience of Ms Pautz and Ms Quiroa also exposes the limits to student activism.

    Several participants at the recent conference noted that younger students at elementary and middle schools are open to composting because they accept direction and like new ideas.

    But high school students are more resistant to authority and can be resentful of initiatives by other students, said Ms Pautz. She recalled one student who tossed several uneaten apples into the trash bin in front of her, as an act of spite. “Monitoring food scraps is not seen as cool,” she said. “Most kids would rather sit and talk to their friends.”

    This has not deterred Ms Pautz. One of her fellow composters, Sabine Cladis, said that they regularly stand up on chairs and “yell” at other students. “We can be pretty aggressive!”

    But Ms Pautz also complained that their campaign had been undermined by her school board, which suddenly decided to take over composting from students last summer. “When we turned up for the new school year, the bins were gone. When I asked what had happened, they said ‘Oops – we forgot.’”

    This forced the students to start from scratch, and they are currently collecting less than a quarter of the 12 gallons a week they binned last summer. Ms Pautz added that the Board’s inaction had sent a message that composting was not seen as a priority by the school authorities, weakening her standing in the eyes of other students.

    At the same time, Ms Pautz conceded that school administrators have many other worries on their plate. Her own school is facing a serious funding deficit and is also struggling to implement a state ban on smoking.

    Composting in schools presents other challenges. Several respondents to the student survey noted that food service in their schools is outsourced to Chartwells, a catering company, and called on the company to do more to support composting in school kitchens and cafeterias. Chartwells did not respond to a request for comment for this article.

    Finally, it is sinking in that Ms Pautz and Ms Quiroa will graduate next summer, and that their efforts will probably come to an abrupt halt if they cannot coopt other students to take over when they leave. “Sustainability is a big worry,” said Emma.

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    If students play a key role in implementing the state ban, teachers are uniquely placed to help.

    Tyson Edmonds, a teacher at the The Prout School in the town of Wakefield, offers a course on environmental justice that has inspired his students to compost up to five gallons of food waste a day in the school cafeteria, for use on the school garden. Several students attended the conference last week and were quick to sign the survey and petition by Ms Pautz and Ms Quiroa. Some have started composting at home.

    Katie Bowers, a teacher at the Birchwood Middle School in Providence and compost enthusiast, said that it requires constant effort to keep students interested and come up with new ideas. These have included “zero waste days” and encouraging students to plant a mixture of squash, beans and corn which she calls the “Three Sisters.”

    But this is definitely producing a change in behavior, said Ms Bowers. More and more students are putting food scraps to one side on their lunch trays, making it easier to toss the waste into the bins.

    Ms Bowers also said that teachers can act as cheerleaders with school custodians, who manage school garbage, and with catering staff. After some initial skepticism, the kitchen staff at Birchwood are now solidly behind composting and help by putting scraps and unused food to one side when they clean out fridges and salad bars.

    Ultimately, however, “change must come from the top” in any school, said Ms Bowers. While a new district school superintendent can breathe life into a food waste plan, the reverse can also happen. The principal at Barrington High is new and the superintendent of the school district will retire this year. Ms Pautz’s advocacy with school authorities appears to be back to square one.

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    Bella Quiroa

    For all the zeal shown by state legislators in passing the ban, there appears to be little stomach for tougher enforcement that would put more pressure on school boards and principals.

    Nor does the state seem ready to offer more funding, with the exception of climate-related money, although experts feel money should not be a significant impediment.

    The waste from the Barrington High School is picked up for free. While other schools pay for haulage, the cost rarely exceeds $50 a week for smaller schools according to Justin Sandler at Black Earth Composting, which works with around 15 schools in Rhode Island and charges $24 to haul a 64-gallon bin. “If they really want it, schools find the funding,” he said.

    One source of funding is 11th Hour Racing, a foundation that has supported two nonprofits working with schools, the Rhode Island Recycling Project and Clean Ocean Access.

    Jim Corwin, a co-director at the Recycling Project, said that his group has helped 13 schools to launch composting in the Providence area. Between them they have diverted 100 tons of waste and recovered 13 tons of unused food in the last three years. The Club has also made the case for composting with principals and school boards, including at the Birchwood School.

    Elsewhere in the state, however, food waste diversion suffered a major reverse earlier this year when Clean Ocean Access unexpectedly closed down without any public explanation. The group had supported composting at 11 schools on Aquidneck Island, which includes the district of Newport, and sponsored Bella Quiroa’s outreach to elementary students. Advocates say that that the group’s demise has further undercut the state’s faltering efforts to implement the ban.

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    If Bella Quiroa and Emma Pautz are unnerved by the pressures, they did not show it at the recent conference. Judging from their survey, most schools are unaware that the state ban even exists, and the two students plan to change this by making as much noise as possible. Their petition has attracted over 700 signatures in less than a month and they plan to use this in approaching the media, schools, boards and legislators.

    “We need to get some urgency into this,” said Ms Pautz. “It’s as simple as that.”

     

    Managing climate change: Bella Quiroa, left, and Emma Pautz, right, join Sarah Lavallee and Maggie Lauder in cleaning up Newport beaches, which have been battered by storms

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  2. The Greening of Kibera

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    Stella Makena and Eunice Ngigi with Chinese cabbage grown in compost by Eunice

     

    (Second of two posts)

    As we move through Kibera it becomes clear that the Shield of Faith composters love green vegetables almost as much as they love their worms. If their first goal is to manage garbage, improving nutrition comes a close second.

    Most vegetables sold in Kibera are grown in sewage. This has contributed to under-nutrition and stunting among children. Added to which, food is so expensive that it can account for a third of a family’s weekly bills.

    Stella Makena, the group coordinator, has long dreamed of producing organic food here. This seems far-fetched given that very few families in the settlements have a back yard, let alone access to cultivable land. Yet twelve of the 20 composters erected kitchen gardens and grew their own food in 2023.

    The gardens themselves are miracles of innovation, fashioned from recycled wood and old plastic containers into which are added soil, seeds and Lishe-Grow leachate produced by the worms. Some composters have also begun to grow vegetables in vertical plastic towers, which can be taken apart and are fed with water from the top. The towers are perfect for a confined space.

    Most of the gardeners grow collard greens, known locally as sukuma wiki, which is sturdy and nutritious. Kale, cabbage, strawberries, lettuce, cucumbers, maize, tomatoes, onions and pumpkins have also graced their gardens. Some varieties can last up to 4 months before they are exhausted and need to be replaced with new seedlings or cuttings. The discarded plants are composted.

    Stella is the group’s green guru and she visits her gardeners regularly to offer advice and encouragement. Water and soil pose the biggest challenges. One enthusiastic gardener, Roseanne, keeps chickens which provide her garden with manure. But when we visited, the soil in her plastic towers was drying out too quickly and causing her vegetables to wither. Stella recommended adding worm castings and compost.

    Gardens are treated like members of the family. Beldine has covered her plants with a blanket of recycled netting to protect them from the sun and heavy rains. Stella’s verdict: “Beldine – you’re a star!”

    So much effort, but does it produce any food worth speaking of? I put the question to Stella while nose high with some drooping sukuma wiki in another garden. Not to worry, she said, the plants would perk up after being watered. Vena, the owner of the garden, told us that she harvests vegetables three times a week and makes each batch last for several meals. In addition to the nutritional benefits, Vena saves money on food bills.

    All of which was music to Stella’s ears. The idea of growing organic food in the middle of such an unhealthy environment appeals to her deeply.

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    The Kibera composters understand that on their own they will have a negligible impact on a settlement of over 200,000 souls that generates around 230 tons of garbage a day. As a result, they hope to take their model out into the community and become, in Stella’s words, “catalysts for change.”

    One point of entry could be public schools, which offer a daily cooked meal to students and in the process generate prodigious amounts of organic waste. Once composting catches on in one school, predicts Stella, others will follow.

    Stella took a step in this direction last year when she and Vena erected a kitchen garden at Project Elimu, a well-known after school program that offers ballet and art to over 200 children from Kibera schools at weekends and many more during the holidays.

    The children are happy to get into the dirt and Michael Wamaya, the visionary founder of Elimu, was delighted to add gardening to the curriculum.

    “Kibera is very rough on children,” he told me. “But when we show them how tomatoes grow, they want to water the plants. This brings out a kindness in them and affects the way they deal with other children.” One of Michael’s top students, Felix, has agreed to serve as a Shield of Faith “green ambassador.”

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    Under Stella’s 2024 plan, ten composters will collect organic waste from their neighbors and create “composting hubs.” This, she hopes, will build interest and start creating demand for composting in the community at large.

    The creative chaos of settlement life will help. Outside the Elimu center, the streets are alive with vendors selling fruit, vegetables and cooked snacks like kangumu (crunchy cakes) or mandazi (a local donut). Some variety of food is found at every corner and most of it generates organic waste that could be composted.

    Some hubs are already under way. Eunice collects waste from her neighbors to feed her large garden, which is an island of green in a sea of gray grime. Several other Shield of Faith members use her garden to plant and harvest their own vegetables.

    At first sight, hubs are beyond the reach of composters like Catherine and her son Biden (named after the US president), whose rooftop garden was demolished when their landlord added a new level to the building. Ruth is another composter who lives several floors up and has no back yard.

    But Ruth is determined to grow her own food and she has persuaded the local authority to lease her a tiny strip of waste-land a considerable distance from her building. The land was littered with rubbish when we visited but the prospect of going green was already putting a smile on Ruth’s face.

    Sure enough, after several weeks of hard work, the ubiquitous sukuma wiki was sprouting in Ruth’s garden and a new composting hub had been born. Stella’s before and after photos (below) say it all.

    Iain Guest is Director of The Advocacy Project. Read the first article in this series

     

    Photo by Caitlin Mittrick, 2023 Peace Fellow

     

    Ripe for a composting hub

    Tasty snacks produce organic waste

    Caitlin helps to assemble a garden

    Vena has started a garden beside a road

    Stella and Irene with Lishe-Grow leachate. Irene produced 50 kilos in 2024

    Michael Amaya and Stella installed a tower garden at Project Elimu

    Beldine protects her plants against sun and rain

    Esther and her daughter Hope in their garden

    Ruth turned waste-land ……….

    ………. into a kitchen garden

     

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  3. Composting Empowers the Worm Ladies of Kibera

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    Ruth composts in her one-room apartment

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    The Advocacy Project is observing International Women’s Day (March 8) by acknowledging twenty women who composted 3.9 tons of organic waste in Kibera, Nairobi, and several adjacent settlements last year. Twelve of the composters also grew organic vegetables in kitchen gardens that they assembled from recycled materials.

    This is no small achievement in communities that are known throughout Africa for pollution, overcrowding and under-nutrition. It is even more noteworthy given that most of the women are single mothers. Ten also have children with albinism, a skin condition that often causes affected families to shrink from public view.

    But not this group. The composters have formed an association, Shield of Faith, and this year they plan to launch a series of composting “hubs” in an effort to change the attitudes and behavior of their neighbors. I visited them last Fall in the company of Stella Makena, their tireless coordinator, to understand their obsession with composting.

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    The settlements of Nairobi are called informal for a reason. Almost all of the services are provided by NGOs and an army of local entrepreneurs, many of them totally unscrupulous.

    In one example, electricity is tapped (illegally) from power lines that run above the houses and sold to residents at exorbitant rates. There is no such thing as maintenance and shortly after our visit Margaret, one of the composters, learned that her eight-year old granddaughter had touched a live wire while playing outside and died instantly. Margaret had to find 14,000 Kenyan shillings to pay for the funeral – equivalent to two months wages – while coping with her grief.

    Albinism adds to the anxiety. Some Shield of Faith mothers have dealt with albinism by sending their children to boarding school to protect them against bullying, superstition and violence in the settlements. (Margaret’s son was almost kidnapped and killed.) Others cannot bear to live without their children and keep them as close as possible.

    We visited one of the most active composters, Ruth, who has two children with albinism and one without. The four live together in a single room high up in a gloomy tenement building in the settlement of Huruma.

    There are no lights in the stairwell and Ruth hauls heavy buckets of water up through the gloom several times a day, using her phone’s flashlight to avoid a tumble. Up on the fourth floor the family shares an open toilet and shower with others that live on the same corridor. Water is so precious that Ruth saves what she can from washing clothes and dishes to flush waste down the toilet. Garbage is taken downstairs and dumped.

    Once inside the family’s room, you are immediately struck by the lack of personal space. Until recently Ruth slept on the floor, which was bone-chillingly cold during winter. She has since purchased a large bed that can accommodate her and her son on one mattress and her two daughters on an upper level. But the bed takes up a lot more space and is now squeezed awkwardly between Ruth’s sewing machine and cooking area.

    Such trade-offs are normal in the settlements. “I’m struggling but I’m trying!” said Ruth cheerfully.

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    I asked Ruth why she goes to the effort of composting in such a confined space. Does it not create more or a burden? She answered by introducing us to Red Wriggler worms that live in blue composting bins (“wormy bins”) in the corner and munch their way through her food scraps. Ruth plunged her hand into the muck and pulled out one of the creatures for our inspection. “I live with these worms,” she says happily. “We have to share this tiny space!”

    Their alliance works because the worms allow Ruth to manage her garbage. The more she composts the less she has to haul down and out into the streets. The worms also keep Ruth’s waste free of odor – most Shield of Faith composters clean out their bins every six months. And of course Ruth’s worms turn the food scraps into mulch that can be sold or added to gardens.

    Composting produces other benefits. The project has purchased scales for each composter and Ruth weighs the leftovers after every meal before adding them to her bins. Collecting data regularly in such conditions requires discipline but produces a sense of accomplishment and a modest income that has paid for Ruth’s new bed.

    Under Stella’s system (“pay to weigh”) each composter receives 800 Kenyan shillings a month to weigh and record the amount she composts. Stella then enters the data into an online “output tracker” that is accessible to our team in the US, volunteers, donors and (if need be) auditors.

    The worms also secrete a highly concentrated liquid, or leachate, that the composters drain from the bottom bin. They have named the leachate Lishe-Grow (“Grow Nutrition” in Swahili) and last year they bottled 522 liters, exceeding all expectations. They sold 42 liters and hope to sell more in 2024.

    Several composters add Lishe-Grow to their kitchen gardens. Stella also plans to use it on a plot of land outside Nairobi that will be converted into a center for cultivation and training later this year.

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    All of this is hugely impressive, but the bottom line for Ruth is that she is transforming waste – including even worm poop – into something of value.

    This rounded off my own education. I visited Ruth thinking that the rigmarole of composting – collecting, weighing, binning, reporting, managing worms, and draining leachate – could only add to the pressure on these women.

    I left realizing that nothing could be further from the truth. Composting allows Ruth to manage her home and gives her agency in a cruel environment that robs her of many basic rights and services.

     

    Iain Guest is Director of The Advocacy Project. Tomorrow – The Greening of Kibera

     

    Ruth and friend

     

    Stella

    Rehema

    Maureen

    Irene

    Margaret

    Fridah

    Esther and daughter Hope

    Beldine

    Anne

    Agnes

    Catherine

    Margaret and Iain

     

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  4. A Foe of Forced Marriage Ties the Knot in Zimbabwe

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    When I first met Trish Makanhiwa in 2019 she was reeling from the loss of her mother and terrified that she might be forced to find a rich husband to keep her brother in school and pay the family’s bills.

    This past year was a lot different. Trish, 23, supervised the production of more than 70,000 bottles of soap that earned over $45,000 for vulnerable girls in inner-city Harare as well as providing her with a good salary. Capping the year off in style, Trish married her sweetheart, Alvin (photo above).

    That she has survived and thrived says much about Trish’s strength of character and the resourcefulness of her employer, Women Advocacy Project (WAP), an advocate for women and girls that formed in 2012 to combat child marriage.

    Over the past five years WAP has explored many different ways to protect girls from being pressured into marriage. Selling soap tops the list because it reduces the threat from poverty, but WAP has also trained girls to express their fears through embroidery and volunteer in their communities during the darkest days of the pandemic. The organization has also encouraged girls to think internationally by reaching out to students from American high schools.

    Every activity has been aimed at giving girls the confidence to choose their own path. Trish has been at the center of it all and Constance Mugari, the founder of WAP, gives her credit for WAP’s most singular achievement. Over 300 girls have worked on the soap program since 2019 and not one married below the legal age while she was with WAP.

    Trish’s own marriage, on her own terms, also vindicates Constance’s conviction that the challenge is not marriage itself so much as coercion. “Trish inspires us all,” she told me. A deep friendship now exists between the two women.

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    Early marriage in Zimbabwe has long been a target for advocates and in 2016 Zimbabwe’s constitutional court responded by raising the minimum age to 18. Almost 35% of all girls in Zimbabwe are thought to marry before their 18th birthday compared to 2% of boys. This can be extraordinarily dangerous for young girls during pregnancy and puts an abrupt end to their hopes of education.

    The Advocacy Project joined WAP’s campaign in 2018 by recruiting Alex Kotowski, a student at Columbia University and former researcher at Human Rights Watch, to help identify the causes of early marriage. Alex found that one of the worst offenders was a local religious sect known as the White Garment Church, which encourages followers to marry off daughters as young as 12 on the pretext of curbing their sexual activity.

    McLane Harrington from the Fletcher School, our 2019 Peace Fellow at WAP, deepened our understanding by examining traditional Shona practices like Kuripa Ngozi which requires families to give a daughter in marriage to pay off a debt or make amends for a crime.

    As part of her fellowship, McLane also helped eleven girls who were active in WAP’s program to express their fears through embroidery. One young artist, Beauty Tembo, showed a girl who has been driven from home by her parents after becoming pregnant and is contemplating suicide. Such cases were known to the artists. There is real terror behind their images.

    But if traditional practice was part of the problem the main driver behind child and early marriage was also hiding in plain sight, namely poverty.

    Tanatswa Sachiti’s story shows a 16 year-old girl who was left to care for six siblings after her parents died and had no choice but to seek an older husband. Tanatswa herself is unmarried. I visited her home in 2019 and was told that her family earned an average of $5 a day. Under this sort of pressure, it is hardly surprising that many families sell their daughters off to wealthier older men.

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    Constance Mugari’s first goal has been to build a culture of peer support for girls. She began by establishing two clubs and selected a tough-minded girl to head each club and serve as an “ambassador” against early marriage. Evelyn Sachiti took the lead in the neighborhood of Chitungwiza, and Trish was elected to head the club in Epworth.

    This approach relied heavily on peer support. The clubs would meet every weekend to discuss marriage and if Trish or Evelyn found that a girl felt threatened, Constance would intervene with her parents. I visited the two ambassadors at home in 2019, and found Evelyn to be bubbly and talkative. Trish was reserved and shy. It was very clear that both were deeply respected by other girls in their groups.

    Having identified poverty as the primary enemy, Constance and her husband Dickson Mnyaci looked for a practical response. They decided on soap, which is easy to make and guaranteed a market. We raised $4,712 through a GlolbalGiving appeal and asked McLane Harrington, our 2019 Peace Fellow to help launch a start-up. WAP hired a soap trainer, came up with a catchy name (Clean Girl) and started selling in local stores known as “tuck shops.”

    By the end of 2019 WAP had sold over 3,000 bottles and when I visited Harare in November, soap-making was in full swing. It was joyous and messy. The girls mixed and bottled their soap in a vacant house before heading out in teams to the tuck shops. Plenty of soap was spilled as bewildered parents looked on.

    I also realized during that visit that nothing boosts confidence so much as persuading someone to buy something you have made. This is central to WAP’s business model, which relies on the girls to find customers, and even the most timid soap-sellers clearly felt the buzz when they made a sale. I filmed Trish bargaining with two traders in 2019 and was pleased when her heroics convinced a US donor to invest in the program.

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    COVID-19 tested the resolve of the WAP girls by putting a halt to their soap-making, deepening poverty and increasing the pressure to marry. But it also brought out their creative side.

    The government of Zimbabwe took fright at the prospect of the virus invading overcrowded neighborhoods and imposed one of the most draconian lock-downs in Africa. Women were arrested for trying to collect water. Small traders were violently dispersed. Thieves came out at night.

    Faced by these new threats, the WAP girls returned to story-telling and produced powerful embroidered blocks about lock-down. We assembled the blocks into a quilt and profiled the artists in a 200-page catalogue which I shared with Trish and the other girls last summer, much to their delight.

    Soap-making stopped when the pandemic struck but the WAP girls were restless and Constance spotted an opportunity. She began sewing face-masks while her husband Dickson made soap at home. They also launched an appeal through The Advocacy Project on GlobalGiving which paid for cooking oil. The oil, masks and soap were then assembled into Care packages and distributed to vulnerable households under the direction of Trish and Evelyn. They also mobilized over 200 neighbors to get vaccinated.

    During the pandemic the two ambassadors built a partnership with American students at the Wakefield High School in Arlington Virginia, who were also struggling with the pandemic. The Wakefield students had decided to stitch their own stories of lock-down and the two groups met regularly on Zoom to compare designs and help each other manage their COVID blues. Inspired by the partnership, the Arlington students made their own Clean Girl soap and raised $622 to help with school fees in Zimbabwe.

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    Of all WAP’s goals, earning money is most important because it removes the main pressure on girls. The production of Clean Girl soap today bears little resemblance to the inspired experiment of the early years.

    In 2023 WAP produced an impressive 70,162 bottles (compared to 3,000 bottles in 2019) and earned $65,932. Of this, $49,126 was shared between the participating girls. The rest was re-invested in the program.

    This was the result of a production overhaul that began during the pandemic. COVID-19 forced WAP to reduce the number of soap-makers to eight and move production to Constance’s house. Several donors then chipped in with carefully targeted interventions. Together Women Rise helped to pay for soap ingredients. Rockflower funded the construction of a small factory adjacent to Constance’s home, where the soap could be mixed and bottled. Action for World Solidarity in Berlin and FEPA in Switzerland paid for solar panels and a bore-hole that would ensure a regular supply of water.

    The program also benefited from the presence of Dawa Sherpa, our 2022 Peace Fellow, who was born in Nepal and relishes field work. Dawa helped WAP secure a vehicle from the Swiss Embassy, install the solar panels, and improve efficiency by using Google Drive as a virtual office.

    When I visited WAP this past summer, the process was working like clockwork. Trish, Rosemary and Lynes mixed the soap until it was thick and gooey, let it settle in large tubs, and poured it into 750 ml green bottles. The bottles were then shrink-wrapped in packages of six and readied for distribution to the network of young soap-sellers. The three producers receive a salary and transport allowance on top of what they earn from sales – a serious income.

    If the production of soap has become more centralized, the reverse is true of marketing and sales. Ninety-eight girls sold soap across four suburbs in 2023. Under their contract they return 30% of what they earn to WAP to be re-invested in the business, but this has been resisted by some of the poorer parents and Constance is reluctant to apply pressure. This has yet to be resolved, but Trish’s calm presence and standing with the girls clearly helps.

    Last year each girl earned on average $54 a month from their sales. This goes a long way in the neighborhoods but as Constance explained, so many parents are unemployed that the money usually pays for family essentials like food and school fees. Education costs on average $300 a year and is considered sacrosanct because it helps to keep girls out of marriage.

    WAP will never cover all costs as long as the girls take the lion’s share of profits. But $26,716 was re-invested back into the business in 2023 and this covered a third of total costs. The biggest challenge comes from other inner-city soap-makers who sell at cut-throat prices. WAP has responded by using its Swiss vehicle and WhatsApp to reach out to rural areas. The WhatsApp list currently stands at 188 and more customers are signing up every week.

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    If the future looks bright for Clean Girl soap, the same is certainly true for Trish Makanhiwa. As her responsibilities have multiplied, Trish has blossomed into a confident, accomplished young woman who is adored by her peers. This was clear when we visited the four clubs last summer. Trish moved among the girls, gently inquiring about their situation, applauding their welcoming dances, collecting soap money and handing out chocolate.

    Trish’s marriage to Alvin was, of course, the highlight of her year and her large circle of admirers saw to it that she would start married life in style. As she showed me around her kitchen, bright with a new fridge and other wedding presents, Trish confessed that she now earns more than her husband. It was said with a twinkle in her eye, of course.

     

    Thrill of the sale: Trish (far left) and her team celebrate a soap sale in Epworth in 2019

  5. Tribal Dress Code Tempts Mosquitoes

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    Rohit, right, with a tribal farmer wearing traditional tribal clothing known as the Vesthi.

    Vesthi has long been a traditional dressing style for the tribal people of Odisha. It consists of a long piece of cotton cloth that is wrapped around the waist and lower body.

    This style of dressing suits the climate because it helps to reduce the heat around the body while the thin fabric keeps the wearer cool.  It is also ideal for agriculture in the paddy fields because it allows the worker to keep dry while standing in deep water and work quickly (which helps him to lose excess weight!).

    Finally, we should note that the Vesthi embodies masculinity and is viewed by some as a symbol of dominance and authority. More often than not the wear of the cloth will also sport a mustache, which he proudly twirls.

    Vesthi has been part of tribal culture for ages, but this way of dressing can also lead to illness and disease, which causes mayhem in the community. Mosquito-borne diseases are particularly dangerous.

    Paddy fields are full of stagnant water and serve as an excellent breeding ground for mosquitos who feast upon the workers. Lacking a proper dress code, the workers fall victim to diseases like malaria, dengue, filariasis, etc.

    It seems obvious, but are the trial communities aware of the threat from these tiny insects?

    Unfortunately no. Often, if a worker gets ill from malaria he will view it as a regular fever and send his family members to the paddy fields where they too will become infected. Of course, they do not need to plant and harvest rice to get stung by mosquitos and fall sick. Making matters worse, they are probably not aware of the risk and fail to seek medical help. This further worsens their sickness and can lead to death.

    Is there any way to bring about a change? The answer is yes. Prevention may be better than cure, but the tribal dress code – to take one example – is deeply embedded in tribal culture. How do we help tribals to change dangerous habits and use safer methods?

    Persuading someone to protect him or herself by covering their body doesn’t seem like a Herculean task. Really, how tough can it be to wear a pair of trousers instead of a piece of cloth? Well, it is hard! These tribal people may be welcoming and caring, but the moment you propound a new lifestyle, they go wild! It’s not about an article of clothing so much as their culture, which is intensely important to them. They identify through their culture and traditions and are proud of them.

    How do we get around this? In my view, by appealing to young tribal people. While young tribals are also proud of their traditions, they are also keen to learn about the modern world. They understand how a style of living might also be dangerous. They are open to suggestions about how a safe lifestyle could go along with respect for the traditions and culture that are vested in their souls. They are also driven by the spark of curiosity. This can be a weapon  in our fight against malaria.

  6. Sand Painting and Wall Art Help the Fight Against Malaria

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    This impressive work of sand art was made by a prominent sand artist who lives in the coastal belt of Puri, Odisha State. It shows how mosquitos are our biggest enemies and silent killers, because they attack during sleep. The art only lasted 24 hours until it was washed away but it attracted a crowd and left a lasting impression!

    The second photo, below, is of a wall painting in one of the ten targeted tribal villages named Kantabada. It shows a mother and her child sleeping under a mosquito net and keeping themselves safe from malaria.

     

  7. Chariot of Awareness

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    Surajita Sahu (left) and Rohit Samal with two JRP interns, in front of the JRP chariot

     

    Many tribal people in Odisha do not have access to formal education and this makes it harder to inform them about the risks associated with mosquitos. As a result, Jeeva Rekha Parisad must find a different vehicle – preferably one that unifies the entire community while also offering a narrative that will capture their imagination. That vehicle is the “Malaria Chariot.”

    The chariot is a compact vehicle adorned with displays about Malaria, that include symptoms, methods of prevention, treatment options, and post-treatment care. These informative materials are presented in the local language, known as Odia, to ensure better understanding and accessibility.

    As the chariot drives around the villages, people gather around to enjoy the exhibition, while at the same time learning about ways to combat malaria and other mosquito-borne diseases. People seem attentive and engaged as they digest the information on the chariot. They are contemplating how a tiny organism can be so dangerous and genuinely want some solutions.

    By bringing people of all ages together under one roof, the malaria chariot also facilitates mass involvement. Those who are educated, especially schoolchildren, explain the chariot to those who are unable to read. This heightens the curiosity of their listeners and makes them determined to learn more. The chariot also gives us all a way to debunk misconceptions by providing evidence and using science. This invites follow-up questions from the audience, which are also met with rational responses.

    Overall, the chariot has proved to be a colossal success and served as our main weapon in the fight against ignorance in the ten tribal villages. If our audience takes the message seriously, malaria can be beaten!

     

  8. My Summer at Clean Ocean Access

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    This summer, as a part of my internship at Clean Ocean Access, I worked at summer camps to teach kids about our local environment and the importance of being environmentally conscious. 

    Every week, I would attend summer camps at the Newport Community School, the YMCA, and FAB Newport. During my time at these camps, we would teach lessons and play games with the kids. Some of the topics of our lessons included the watershed, composting, waste sorting, and noise pollution. 

    My favorite lesson we did was noise pollution at the Newport Community School. We started off the day with playing a game that involved echo-location. We assigned three kids to be our “dolphins”, this meant that they wore blindfolds and relied on their hearing to find their prey. After this, we told the rest of the kids that they were fish. And they all had a squeaky toy to make a sound with. The dolphins had to tag as many fish that they could hear as possible. The kids enjoyed this activity and had a lot of fun. After they all got the hang of it, we added “motor boats”to the game (these were kids that made loud boat noises). This represented noise pollution from boat traffic in the water. During the rounds with motor boats, the dolphins had a difficult time finding their food. At the end of the game, we had a discussion with all of the kids about why it is difficult for dolphins to find food due to noise pollution and how to prevent this. At the end of the day, the kids understood what noise pollution was and why it is bad for sea creatures.

    Another one of my favorite activities we did was teaching kids about composting at the YMCA. We taught the kids that what we do on land affects the sea and the many benefits of composting. We also explained to kids the concept of worm composting and showed them Sarah’s worm bin. At first, the kids were grossed out because of the worms and their “poop”. But we explained to them that the worms helped create the compost because they eat food and poop out castings that benefit soil. At the end of this fun lesson, all of the kids picked up a worm and gave it a name!

    Other days, we met up with camps on the beach and identified sea creatures. At Third Beach, we met up with a FAB Newport Summer camp and walked the beach with the kids. We ended up lifting up tons of rocks and looking for crabs. At the end of the day we caught 57 crabs! Majority of these crabs were Asian Shore Crabs, which are invasive species in Rhode Island. I also showed many kids a really cool trick: if you pick up a periwinkle and hum, it will come out of its shell. This is because the snail thinks the vibration is the tides going out, and they think they need to move closer to the water. 

    I had a ton of fun this summer and got to work with many different groups and organizations across Aquidneck Island. It was really great being able to teach kids in a fun way that helps them understand the important role of keeping our ocean clean. 

  9. Monsoon Nemesis

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    Being a tropical nation, India flourishes in lush greenery. It is also blessed with ample rainfall, which provides a lot of space for agricultural and other farming activities. This is what the people of India have been doing for centuries.

    The state of Odisha is no exception. With an average yearly precipitation over 130 cm. Over 75% of our rains come in the months of June to September.

    The land is home to many farmers, who are heavily dependent on rain because rice requires paddy and paddy fields need a lot of water. But most farmers live in rural and tribal areas and cannot afford farming technology which would help with irrigation and make their lives easier. The monsoon is their only real source of water. So it is not surprising that the first rains are welcomed with pomp, joy and many festivities. It is at the merriest of times.

    At the same time, people are oblivious to the grave danger brought by rain. While the monsoon means fertility, it also brings a surge of infections and diseases.

    Urban communities are sensitized to the threat from water-borne diseases. They know the meaning of prevention and can seek medical treatment provided by the government. Rural areas, however, are more exposed to untimely medical ailments and have less possibilities for treatment. And those most affected are the tribal communities.

    These communities are neglected by the government. Lacking medical support and stern guidance on prevention they are unaware of the diseases that threaten them during the monsoon. This can lead to death.

    Tribal hamlets are mostly located in forests, a part of which is used for agriculture. This dense jungle, flooded with water, is a perfect environment for mosquito-borne diseases. As a result, tribal communities have the highest number of infections from malaria, dengue, and filariasis. People in these communities are completely unaware of these life-threatening illnesses carried by mosquitoes.

    The lack of information also means that tribal people do not consider strategies to address the threat, or adapt their way of live. They are blindfolded and unaware of the grave danger that surrounds them.

  10. Raibari Singh – Perseverance and Hope Amidst Adversity

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    Raibari Singh, a 24-year-old married woman, lives in a small dwelling in Krushnanagar village. She shares her humble abode with her husband, Ram Singh, her 79-year-old mother-in-law, and their 3-year-old son.

    Ram Singh has supported his family by working as a daily labourer, heading out for work each morning at 5 o’clock and earning Rs 400 ($4.8) a day. The family’s income is Below Poverty line (BPL), and Raibari supplements their finances by venturing into the forest to gather wood and other forest resources. In addition, she also plants rice in the nearest village, earning Rs200 ($2.4) per day.

    With all these responsibilities, Raibari faced a lot of challenges during her second pregnancy. When she was seven months pregnant, she began experiencing symptoms such as fever, nausea, vomiting, and chills. Despite her discomfort, Raibari initially dismissed these symptoms at the urging of her mother-in-law and well-meaning neighbors who suggested that such experiences were typical during pregnancy.

    The family, including Raibari, chose to neglect the symptoms for almost 15 days. Their attitudes changed when the JRP team reached her house and told her about malaria – its symptoms and remedies. Over the next three days, however, Raibari’s condition got worse. She suffered a high fever of 104 degrees and sudden bleeding. This reminded her of her menstrual cycle and scared her a lot.

    The JRP team had been following Raibari. and suggested that she should visit the hospital and get a thorough examination. Without hesitation, her husband promptly took her to the Community Health Centre (CHC) in Mendhasala. She was admitted following a comprehensive assessment.

    Subsequent tests found that Raibari had contracted the malaria parasite Plasmodium Falciparum, which had also affected her unborn child. Tragically, the child was lost just a day before this diagnosis. Raibari was admitted to the hospital for another month to receive the necessary medical care and treatment.

    In spite of her terrible loss, Raibari had kind words for the JRP team: “I Sincerely thank you to the JRP teams, especially the project coordinator, for their eye-opening information regarding malaria and its prevention.”

  11. Humming to the Periwinkles

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    This summer, as a part of my internship at Clean Ocean Access, I worked at summer camps to teach kids about our local environment and the importance of being environmentally conscious.

    Every week, I would attend summer camps at the Newport Community School, the YMCA, and FAB Newport. During my time at these camps, we would teach lessons and play games with the kids. Some of the topics of our lessons included the watershed, composting, waste sorting, and noise pollution.

    My favorite lesson we did was noise pollution at the Newport Community School. We started off the day with playing a game that involved echo-location. We assigned three kids to be our “dolphins”, this meant that they wore blindfolds and relied on their hearing to find their prey. After this, we told the rest of the kids that they were fish. And they all had a squeaky toy to make a sound with. The dolphins had to tag as many fish that they could hear as possible.

    The kids enjoyed this activity and had a lot of fun. After they all got the hang of it, we added “motor boats”to the game (these were kids that made loud boat noises). This represented noise pollution from boat traffic in the water. During the rounds with motor boats, the dolphins had a difficult time finding their food. At the end of the game, we had a discussion with all of the kids about why it is difficult for dolphins to find food due to noise pollution and how to prevent this. At the end of the day, the kids understood what noise pollution was and why it is bad for sea creatures.

    Another one of my favorite activities we did was teaching kids about composting at the YMCA. We taught the kids that what we do on land affects the sea and the many benefits of composting. We also explained to kids the concept of worm composting and showed them Sarah’s worm bin. At first, the kids were grossed out because of the worms and their “poop”. But we explained to them that the worms helped create the compost because they eat food and poop out castings that benefit soil. At the end of this fun lesson, all of the kids picked up a worm and gave it a name!

    Other days, we met up with camps on the beach and identified sea creatures. At Third Beach, we met up with a FAB Newport Summer camp and walked the beach with the kids. We ended up lifting up tons of rocks and looking for crabs. At the end of the day we caught 57 crabs! Majority of these crabs were Asian Shore Crabs, which are invasive species in Rhode Island. I also showed many kids a really cool trick: if you pick up a periwinkle and hum, it will come out of its shell. This is because the snail thinks the vibration is the tides going out, and they think they need to move closer to the water.

    I had a ton of fun this summer and got to work with many different groups and organizations across Aquidneck Island. It was really great being able to teach kids in a fun way that helps them understand the important role of keeping our ocean clean.

  12. Passions Can Lead to Change

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    The environmental crisis worsens as time passes, and it seems like there is no hope. News stories about wild fires, polluted air, flash floods and so many more harmful things happening to our planet are frequently seen on our TVs and feeds. How will me using a paper straw at starbucks help these issues? How will me riding a bike rather than my car to work help these issues? How will me doing anything help these issues? How…do we continue to have this mindset? Why are we so pessimistic with this issue?

    We’ve been overwhelmed by the huge crisis at hand, that it’s easy to lose sight of what’s important: we are not powerless. I know It may seem like the solution is in the hands of these big corporations that are doing the most harm, but we are not without responsibility as well. These little changes may seem pointless, but they’re not. A little really does go a long way. But if you want to do more than just the little things, what can you do? If you’re not an environmental activist, how could you make any big impact? Well how do we do most things? We try.

    Whether your passion is teaching, coding, music, art, or anything, you don’t have to feel like you can’t assist this movement in some way. I have a passion for media production specifically through film making, graphic design, and photography, and I used to think I didn’t have the right skill set to make real change, but I do, we all do.

    At my school we focus on developing projects throughout the year through our “real world learning”, or learning through internships. When it came time for me to look for a new internship my sophomore year, I solely focused on finding an internship related to video production and film making, because I knew I was passionate about those things. My search wasn’t going great, so I went to my advisor for advice, and I think what she told me can be applied to more than searching for an internship. She told me to stop limiting my search for sites that were directly related to my interest, and to start searching for sites where I could apply my interest.

    My search then went from looking for film production companies, to looking at every local business and organization I could contact in my community. This led me to Clean Ocean Access.

    At first, I was reluctant to join Clean Ocean Access. It was a non profit organization that focused on environmental advocacy through programs, events, campaigns and more, and I didn’t see a way I could be of help to their organization. Although I was passionate about activism, I only focused on social injustice issues. I had never seen myself as a big environmental advocate, more as a “good civilian who could support the movement”. Regardless, I listened to my advisor’s advice and gave Clean Ocean Access a shot, and I couldn’t have made a better decision.

    My first day I immediately hit it off with my mentor and I had already developed a project idea for that trimester. I would go onto organize a fundraiser for my school’s composting program. I called the fundraiser “Carving for Compost”, and the idea was that I’d contact farms around my state to collect extra pumpkins that were grown during the Halloween season that would otherwise go to rot for a pumpkin carving fundraiser. This derived from the fact that many farms in America mass produce pumpkins for Halloween, and most of them go to waste in our landfills.

    Through this project I harnessed my skills in media production by creating posters, infographics, presentations and more to advertise the fundraiser. This is just one instance out of so many that helped me realize that there were so many ways my skill set could be used to help environmental advocacy efforts.

    Giving Clean Ocean Access a chance not only showed me how my passions could make real change in the environmental movement, but it also helped me find a passion for environmental activism, and to see how I could connect it to my existing interests. You can also find ways to harness your passions to assist the environmental movement, or any movement for that matter. No matter how small the effort may seem, it isn’t pointless. There is every reason not to do something, but don’t let those reasons blind you from why you should at least try. Your passions can lead to change.

  13. Dolphin Clean-Up!

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    Emma and the dolphins clean up the Newport beaches

     

    I completed my first week of providing summer camp education at Clean Ocean Access. In the morning, I was able to help with a beach clean up at Easton Beach with Immaculate Conception Church’s summer camp. Later, I educated children at a Aquidneck Island Day Camp about echolocation and noise pollution.

    I did the beach clean up with the help of a great group of elementary to middle school children. The children were very interested in the beach clean-up. They were very excited about getting a trash grabber stick (which I was passing out), and using it to pick up litter. When it came to the clean-up, they were very efficient and collected over 23 pounds of trash. Some interesting items they found were shoes and sunglasses. However, frustratingly, they were unable to get a rope that was stuck in the ground. We had a lot of fun!

    In the afternoon, I educated children at Aquidneck Island Day Camp about echolocation and noise pollution through two games. In the first game, children formed groups of two, and one child would be blind-folded while the other got a clicker. Then the child with the clicker would guide the blind-folded child through cones by communicating through a series of clicks.

    The second game was similar to Marco Polo, but with dolphins and fish. Initially, the dolphins were able to find the fish quite easily. However, after “oil tanks” (the children would make a lot of noise by clapping) came into the ocean, they would make it a lot more difficult for the dolphins to find the fish. The day was split into younger kids (ages 4-7) and older kids (8-12).

    We first had the younger children (ages 4-7). They sometimes had a hard time following directions and some of them didn’t know their right from left (which they needed for the first game). Still, they all had fun. There were two very endearing sibling “dolphins” who would hug when they ran into each other. Several times, the brother remarked “she’s my sister”.

    Next, we had the older group (ages 8-12). The older group was much smaller and they better understood echolocation and noise pollution. They knew their right from left, so the first game went a lot more smoothly! However, during the second game, two of the kids bumped heads and began to cry, so we had to promptly stop the game.

    This first week allowed me to learn the ropes of doing summer camp education. I think that I should improve on being a bit louder and assertive, since the children can have a difficult time listening to directions. I also think that I should work on presenting the information more clearly to younger participants. Overall, I had a lot of fun and I can’t wait for the next time!

  14. The Value of Persistence in School Composting

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    Bella, left, picking up trash on Second Beach in Rhode Island with Sarah Lavallee from Clean Ocean Access.

     

    Composting is a foreign practice to many, which is why I wasn’t surprised to see the struggle of my classmates once I re-implemented a composting program at my school.

    I actually understood how they felt, because the year prior I was in the same position. Freshman year of high school one of my classmates started a composting program at our school for their project, and unsurprisingly it was a bit rocky at the start. Students at my school hadn’t considered sorting their waste after lunch because they hadn’t been exposed to that kind of practice before and unfortunately, it’s much easier to throw everything out at once. I understood it to a degree, because my previous schools always recycled and would sometimes have liquid buckets, but It took time for me to get adjusted to it as well.

    The importance of the situation is a hard thing to grasp as well. The student who started the program gave us presentations on why composting is important in which they shared the impact of food waste in landfills. Many of us had never even thought about any of our waste in the landfill, and this information resonated with many students. I could feel this motivation from some students who truly wanted to change their impact on the environment. Although at the time this just gave me hope and motivation, the next year it would give me drive, passion and an inclination to take action.

    At the start of my sophomore year I started an internship with Clean Ocean Access, which was the same site the student who had started the composting program the previous year was a part of. It was a new path for me so it was a bit intimidating at first, but soon that intimidation was turned into comfort and excitement.

    My first day of my internship went great, and proved to be the start of an amazing journey. My first mission was to begin re-implementing the compost program at my school. Going into this task I was confident it was going to be quick and easy, but soon I’d find that it was far from that.

    This process began with a lot of communication and back and forth from my school, Clean Ocean Access, and the compost hauling company we’d be working with. Unfortunately, this step became difficult due to lack of communication and elements out of our control. We would discuss something with one person, and we’re told we would have to refer to another person, which was a cycle that repeated many times. This was fine at first, but once we had to contact the person that handled the finances for our school, we came to a standstill. It was hard to get a response from this person, and it made an already difficult situation more difficult. These months of back and forth would lead to the program only being re-implemented for the last half of the school year. Starting something this big into a school can be a taxing process, but being patient and persistent will pay off in the end.

    During this long process of starting the program again, I didn’t pause the crucial efforts I needed to commit to in order to prepare my classmates to properly sort their waste. I organized presentations about sorting waste, and the importance of composting. These presentations created a good momentum for the first few weeks, but of course it’s hard to keep high schoolers committed to a practice that is more of an effort than they had to commit to before.

    During these first few weeks I would also take the last few minutes of lunch to stand by the compost bin to sort misplaced waste and weigh the waste at the end for our school’s data. This not only benefited our composting program to measure our impact and double check it was properly sorted, but it also gave my classmates the opportunity to ask me questions and I could encourage them to commit to sorting their waste. This process also taught me to be patient and persistent, because with time sorting waste will become second nature to my fellow classmates.

    My second priority after starting to re-implement the program was to raise money for the program. I started this task by organizing a fundraiser at the beginning of the school year. This fundraiser was a seasonal one that focused on the impact of pumpkins being mass produced in the country. It was held in November so we could gather the pumpkins that were not used during the Halloween season and have a pumpkin carving event for students and kids in the community.

    I began organizing the event by contacting local farms and businesses to see if they expected to have an excess of pumpkins. I contacted business after business and farm after farm, and didn’t have much luck. Fortunately, I kept trying and I soon found two places that would provide me with all the pumpkins I needed. I then started to plan out the logistics of the event with my school’s staff and my mentor at Clean Ocean Access. After I had that all figured out I started to spread the word about the event to my school and to local community organizations. I attend a very small school, so unfortunately I didn’t get a large outcome from my school, but I received many donations from the community organizations I had reached out to. The pumpkin carving fundraiser, or what I called, “Carving for Compost” was a success! We raised over $100 dollars for the program, which in the grand scheme of things may not seem like a lot, but It was a huge success considering we didn’t spend any money on the event itself.

    After this fundraising event, I just continued to be persistent with data collection and encouraging my peers to sort their waste. I cannot stress enough how important this step is. Through my internship at Clean Ocean Access I’ve helped my mentor with helping other schools that were starting composting programs, or have had one for a while. Through this work I realized the importance of being persistent with students in teaching about waste sorting.

    This importance became apparent to me when I started making connections between how each grade would do with starting a composting program, and how well they would adapt. I noticed that more often than not, the younger grades would do much better with composting than older grades. The elementary school students would often be patient and very receptive to our advice, and older grades were often more stubborn. The element of the situation that solidified my inkling that being persistent with students learning about waste sorting is important was when I began to help the students at a middle school with their program. These students had told me themselves that the younger students did better with composting than the older ones, and they even had the data to prove it.

    The conclusion they had come to from that observation was they were better at it because they had started composting in elementary school. Many of those younger students attended an elementary school that had exposed them to composting prior to coming to this middle school. It was clear that because they had already been composting for a couple of years in elementary before coming to this new school, they were used to doing it. This is why I’ve heavily focused on being persistent with my peers.

    Although all of this work has been difficult at many times, the outcome is eternally worth it. Through my data collection I’ve found that my school of about 130 students produced over 300 pounds of food waste in 6 months of composting. For four days of our school week only half of the students are in school because we focus on real world learning, or learning through internships at my school. So 300 pounds may not seem like a lot, but considering the size of my school and the amount of students who aren’t in school throughout the week, it is a lot of food waste. This issue is very apparent when you look at traditional public schools, for example, the middle school I worked with had 204 students that produced over 2,000 pounds of food waste this past school year.

    If we want to see a better future for our environment come to fruition, we have to take these steps, and composting is an amazing first step.

  15. Composting at Barrington High School, RI

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    Emma, right, records garbage collected on Second Beach, Middletown, RI under the watchful eye of team leader Sarah Lavallee from Clean Ocean Access.

     

    Over the summer of 2022, I learned of an ordinance in Rhode Island that would mandate composting in schools starting on January 1st, 2023. I wanted our school to follow this mandate so I began to research ways to integrate composting into our school. By the time that school began again, a couple other students and I proposed this idea to our principal and began to work with our Environmental club to see it executed by January.

    Originally, we wanted to have a composting organizer in our school cafeteria with dividers, however, this plan needed to be altered to meet the requests of the administration. We had altered our plan so that, rather than having organized dividers, we started off small with only a few bins scattered around the cafeteria. While it may have taken a lot of time to get to the point where we could actually implement composting in the school cafeteria, the execution provided its own challenges.

    Since high school students are known to have difficulty with new instructions, we were worried that without dividers they wouldn’t compost at all. To make this work, we realized that we would need to advertise and monitor composting. We created a system of monitoring the composting bins. For the past 6 months, we have been able to get about half a 5 gallon bucket of compost each day (around 300 gallons). All of the food scraps we get from our cafeteria goes to a local farm where it will be used in their fields. While we had been advocating for a composting system for almost a year, we have still yet to meet our goals. Although our school district has said that in the 2023-2024 school year that they would implement our original compost dividers plan, we know that our work isn’t over.

    While the process has been difficult at times, its importance to our community has made it worthwhile.

     

    Spreading the word at Portsmouth High School

  16. Composting at Barrington High School, RI

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    Emma, right, records garbage collected on Second Beach, Middletown, RI under the watchful eye of team leader Sarah Lavallee from Clean Ocean Access.

    Over the summer of 2022, I learned of an ordinance in Rhode Island that would mandate composting in schools starting on January 1st, 2023. I wanted our school to follow this mandate so I began to research ways to integrate composting into our school. By the time that school began again, a couple other students and I proposed this idea to our principal and began to work with our Environmental club to see it executed by January. 

    Originally, we wanted to have a composting organizer in our school cafeteria with dividers, however, this plan needed to be altered to meet the requests of the administration. We had altered our plan so that, rather than having organized dividers, we started off small with only a few bins scattered around the cafeteria. While it may have taken a lot of time to get to the point where we could actually implement composting in the school cafeteria, the execution provided its own challenges. 

    Since high school students are known to have difficulty with new instructions, we were worried that without dividers they wouldn’t compost at all. To make this work, we realized that we would need to advertise and monitor composting. We created a system of monitoring the composting bins. For the past 6 months, we have been able to get about half a 5 gallon bucket of compost each day (around 300 gallons). All of the food scraps we get from our cafeteria goes to a local farm where it will be used in their fields. While we had been advocating for a composting system for almost a year, we have still yet to meet our goals. Although our school district has said that in the 2023-2024 school year that they would implement our original compost dividers plan, we know that our work isn’t over. 

    While the process has been difficult at times, its importance to our community has made it worthwhile. 

     

  17. Fight to the Finish

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    Do you recall the excitement from watching a favorite childhood movie in which the underdogs race against the clock, defy all odds, and somehow manage to triumph? Well, that’s what happened this week here in Nairobi. Unfortunately, we learned on Saturday that Merry, one of our key players in the sewing training, tested positive for COVID-19. Although her symptoms were very minimal, this meant she had to self-isolate and miss the first two days of our four-day training session. Bobbi, Stella, and I were all at a loss for words! Our goal of completing 25 tote bags for the online store, Southern Stitchers, now seemed impossible.

    Despite this major setback, Bobbi, Stella, and I set our sights on making the training as smooth as possible. We even had a breakthrough on Monday when we met with Gladys, founder of a woven textile company, to see how she could use our ladies’ embroidery talents on her products and thus provide the ladies with a consistent source of income. The three of us met with Gill, AP’s quilting consultant here in Nairobi, to visit Gladys’s warehouse. We were all immediately impressed! I, for one, had never seen weaving equipment quite like this. I’m not even sure I’ve ever seen weaving equipment! Gladys’s aptitude for business was evident in her advanced operation. Needless to say, her products were beautiful! From the meeting, Gladys conveyed that she was seeking local embroiderers who can add to her fabrics. This would be an incredible opportunity for the Kangemi and Kibera ladies, who normally live on a hand-to-mouth basis. We expect more meetings to follow, but we hope our local colleagues can now take the lead!

    One of the 14 looms in Gladys’s warehouse.

    We commenced the second and final week of sewing training on Wednesday. In compliance with the CDC’s updated COVID-19 guidelines, Merry was isolated for five days, which meant we had to start without her. This was nerve-racking! Fortunately, all the ladies made it through the sewing machine on the first day, so they were able to get familiar with the machine. On Day 2, I knew Bobbi would need all the help she could get! All the ladies now had to make their pockets to later sew onto their bags. Even though I hadn’t touched a sewing machine in 10 years, I was happy to learn that using a sewing machine is much like riding a bike. Once you learn, it’s hard to forget! I closely watched Bobbi as she demonstrated how to sew the pockets so that I could assist others. I was so proud of myself when I successfully sewed a pocket along with my friend Esther! 

    Esther and I are proud of our creation!

    Luckily, Merry was feeling well enough to join us masked on Friday. This was great because we needed her skills! Friday was big because we had to get all the pockets and straps sewn onto the bags. By the end of the day, we weren’t even halfway through. Our goal was starting to seem more and more out of reach! To top it all off, we learned late on Friday night that we had to be out of the venue by 2 pm on Saturday, which is several hours earlier than we were expecting. At that point, we truly needed a miracle to finish all the bags.

    On Saturday morning, Bobbi, Merry, and I resigned ourselves to the fact that we were probably only going to be able to get a handful of bags finished. As the day went on, however, it became clear that the miracle we were all praying for was coming true. The ladies were all powering through the sewing machines! I even had to make a quick trip to the shopping center for more thread. By the end of the day, we had finished all but one of the bags for a grand total of 17! We now had 33 bags altogether, surpassing our goal of 25. This truly shows what the determination of a strong group of women can accomplish!

    Smiling because we beat the odds and surpassed our goal!

    After a long two weeks of sewing training, I’m happy to now have the time to catch my breath, catch up on emails, and write my blogs. On Sunday, I even had the opportunity to celebrate my 22nd birthday Kenyan-style here in Nairobi. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate my birthday: surrounded by friends, great food, and a lively atmosphere. Today is Bobbi’s and Merry’s last day here in Nairobi, and I’m going to miss their company. Hopefully, by the time I see them next, I’ll have mastered the basic embroidery stitches and have progressed to more complex designs. Time can only tell!

    Me, Bobbi, Merry, and Stella right before enjoying some much-deserved Chinese food on Saturday night.

  18. Composting at Portsmouth High School

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    Maggie, right, collects skanky waste, including cigarette butts, from the Second Beach at Middletown, Rhode Island. Maggie is seen with two other high school composters who are serving as Peace Fellows this summer, Emma (center left) and Bella. Sarah Lavallee from Clean Ocean Access is coordinating the team and is seen bagging Maggie’s stuff. Every piece is noted down by Emma.

     

    During the first Green Club meeting of my junior year of high school, Sarah Lavallee from Clean Ocean Access (COA) attended and presented about the Healthy Soils Healthy Seas Rhode Island Initiative (HSHSRI) and other volunteering opportunities. The HSHSRI program caught my eye, as it aims to reduce food waste through composting. After learning about the program and the opportunity to be an intern at COA, I applied right away.

    I began to intern at the COA office a few days a week where I learned more about HSHSRI and the steps I would need to take to successfully implement this program at my school. Before this, I had an idea of what composting was, as my family composted for a few years before, but I was a little unsure as to whether or not my entire school would be able to compost properly.

    I knew that composting might be a challenge to bring to Portsmouth High School (PHS), especially in the lunchroom where hundreds of rushed teenagers dispose of their waste in a matter of minutes before getting back to class. I thought about it for a while, and at a school with over 800 kids, composting could make a pretty large impact. This motivated me to get started!

    With Sarah’s help, I began to carry out the steps I needed to take to successfully begin this project. First, I reached out to members of the Green Club and our advisor Mr. Arsenault. I met with them and asked if they would be on board and willing to help out along the way. After this, I contacted the PHS principal and met with her to discuss this initiative. Following this meeting, I met with the janitors to explain to them the changes that we were making in the lunchroom and made sure they were okay with taking out an extra bag of waste to be picked up by Black Earth Compost, a private compost hauling company.

    After meeting with everyone and getting approval, I worked with the Green Club and began brainstorming engaging ways to inform our school on composting. We decided that a presentation and a skit would effectively help our school understand how to compost. So, I secured dates for a school-wide assembly and I split everyone into groups and gave them jobs to do. Some kids worked on writing the skit, while others made props. We also had people working on the presentation and publicizing this project. I even got our school’s theater club involved, as they were the ones to be acting during the performance.

    When the day of the assembly came, I was very nervous as to how our school would react. I hoped that our skit would keep kids attentive, while the presentation would bring meaning and purpose as to why we are doing this.

    It was a success! Students loved the skit and ended up being curious about the program. Many kids asked questions and were talking about it the entire day.

    The first few days of composting in the lunchroom were difficult. Kids were throwing trash in the compost, not knowing that it would contaminate it. We tried our best by standing next to the waste station and helping sort out what goes into “landfill”, “recycle”, or “compost”. Eventually, kids knew where to put most of their waste. However, items like cardboard trays or milk cartons often ended up being misplaced. The most common misconception was that these could be composted, but unfortunately, there was a coating on these that made them unable to compost.

    Some solutions we tried were closing the compost bin so kids would have to open it to actually compost (we thought it might stop the kids rushing and accidentally dropping trash in the compost) and making signs that said “No Milk Cartons!” This worked a little bit, but at the end of the school day, I would check the bin and still find trash. So, I resorted to making BIG signs that said “Food Only!” and I made sure words got around quickly.

    Surprisingly, this worked! I was barely finding any trash in the compost and the milk cartons were gone. This meant that I could begin weighing the compost and having accurate data.

    For the last eight weeks of school, I weighed the compost every Tuesday and recorded it. Portsmouth High School diverted approximately 370 lbs of food waste from the RI Landfill.

    Now, composting is the new normal at my school and the Portsmouth School District will begin composting in all of its schools next year. I look forward to continuing to encourage kids to compost next year. This is super exciting and I am happy that I started the foundation for this composting system in my school’s lunchroom.

     

    The Green Club at Maggie’s school, Portsmouth High, put on a skit about composting which was a huge success and persuaded students to request composting from the school administration. Maggie hopes to share her experience with other Fellows this summer.

  19. Families Of The Disappeared Challenge Human Rights Watch In Nepal

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    Tej Bahadur Bhandari (right), a former teacher and campaigner for social justice, was detained by police in Nepal on December 31, 2001 and disappeared. His son Ram says that families of the disappeared need material support and recognition more than the punishment of perpetrators.

     

    In a dispute with profound implications for human rights, families of those who disappeared during the 10-year conflict in Nepal have accused international human rights organizations of putting international law before the needs of victims and trying to derail a government plan to investigate the fate of their missing loved ones.

    As well as exposing a deep difference in strategy and priorities between two allies, the dispute challenges the conventional wisdom that countries emerging from conflict or repression must first bring perpetrators to justice if the wounds are to heal.

    The rift has arisen over a recent government proposal to prosecute four heinous crimes that occurred during the war – torture, rape, summary killings and disappearances – before a special court. All other violations would be referred to Nepal’s legal system and could be liable for an amnesty.

    The plan would also revive two commissions that were set up in 2015 to promote truth and reconciliation and investigate disappearances but were widely criticized before they lapsed.

    The new package was denounced on March 23 by Human Rights Watch from Geneva as a contravention of international law that would “protect abusers not victims.” Human Rights Watch also claimed to have the backing of Nepali victims and their families, noting that 42 Nepali groups had issued a statement on March 15 opposing the government proposal.

    This drew a rebuke from Ram Kumar Bhandari, a prominent survivor and advocate who formed the Network of Families of the Disappeared (NEFAD) after his own father was detained by police and disappeared on December 31, 2001. The Advocacy Project has partnered with NEFAD since 2015.

    Speaking from Kathmandu, Mr Bhandari said that over 25 of the 42 Nepali groups have disavowed the March 15 statement and formed a new coalition, the National Network of Victims and Survivors of Serious Human Rights Violations, to negotiate with the government.

    The new group has issued its own demands and met twice with Nepal’s Prime Minister. The fact that survivors are speaking with one voice and are listened to with respect by the government meets one of their key demands, which is to control their own agenda and be recognized, said Mr Bhandari.

    “External actors must not be allowed to derail this process,” he said, adding that his group will publicly denounce such “spoilers” if they continue. “We have been talking about transitional justice for seventeen years. It is time for action.”

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    The conflict in Nepal was sparked by a Maoist rebellion in 1996 and claimed over 18,000 lives before it ended in 2006 with a ceasefire followed by a comprehensive peace agreement. The government has named 1,512 Nepalis who disappeared, although the actual number is probably nearer 2,500.

    The peace agreement called for transitional justice, but prosecutions have been ruled out by the Nepal army and police, whose forces were responsible for most disappearances and killings.

    Similar tensions have complicated the transition to peace in many countries, but Mr Bhandari said that accountability is more of a problem for lawyers than survivors in Nepal.

    While advocates worry about the threat to international law from impunity, he said, families are still coping with grief and social exclusion in their communities, where many were suspected of collusion with the rebels. Many are from the Tharu, one of the most marginalized minorities in Nepal, and were thrust deeper into poverty by the disappearance of the family breadwinner.

    These pressures play out in villages far from Kathmandu and have produced a deep craving for the truth, social recognition and material support, said Mr Bhandari. Yet such needs are generally ignored by “legal elites” in the capital.

    “My mother is not interested in international norms,” he said. “She wants to know how she will find her next meal.”

    Mr Bhandari said that several provisions in the government package address the needs of survivors and have been welcomed by families. One will ensure the right to reparations. Another will allow widows to reclaim property that belonged to their late husbands.

    “We do not want these to be lost in this confrontation over accountability,” said Mr Bhandari.

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    The rift between survivors and human rights groups has exposed a profound difference in strategy as well as priorities. While the groups are using traditional advocacy to denounce the government, survivors have chosen political engagement at the national level and in districts.

    In Kathmandu this means negotiating with Prime Minister Pushpa Kamal Dahal, who led the Maoist uprising in 1996 and is deeply suspect to many human rights advocates. Some have called for his prosecution by the International Criminal Court for crimes committed by Maoists during the war.

    While Nepalis remember the suffering caused by the Maoists, this is Mr Dahal’s third spell as Prime Minister, which suggests that he has broad support in the country and may hold out the best hope for a compromise over transitional justice. In addition, the government recently sent a delegation to study Colombia’s transition from civil war to peace, which is widely seen as a success.

    Outside Kathmandu the new network of survivors is also pushing for the election of family-members to local government in areas that suffered a high number of disappearances. Several have succeeded in getting money allocated for memorials and even introduced the narrative of survivors into school textbooks. Such moves boost the confidence of survivors in their communities and address their need for recognition.

    The network is also encouraging children of the disappeared to become politically active, said Mr Bhandari. This is modeled on HIJOS, an association for children of those who disappeared in Argentina.

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    Although legal accountability may not be his first objective, Mr Bhandari has demanded justice repeatedly and even publicly accused three senior officials of being responsible for the disappearance of his own father. He also noted that the new network of survivors has called for an investigation at army bases where the bodies of victims are thought to be buried.

    “Of course, we are not against justice,” he said. “The question is how to achieve it without losing everything else.”

    One answer could lie with the two commissions, on truth and disappearances. The commissions were set up in 2015 and were widely denounced for being ineffective and politicized before they lapsed. Human Rights Watch has pointed out that they received over 60,000 complaints and failed to launch a single investigation.

    But the government will shortly name new commissioners and Mr Bhandari appealed for international support to ensure that they are independent and representative of survivors. This offers the best hope that the commissions will reflect the survivors’ experience, insist on generous compensation, support innovative forms of commemoration, and produce credible reports.

    The two commissions will also have the power to recommend prosecutions for the most serious crimes to the Attorney General and even appeal decisions to the Supreme Court.

    Much can be done if there is the political will, said Mr Bhandari. And as family members gain more power locally, it is even conceivable that village councils could call for the exhumation of bodies and name perpetrators within their jurisdictions.

    “We won’t know until we try,” said Mr Bhandari. “But after 17 years of frustration, this may be our last best chance.”

    This is the second of two articles on transitional justice. Click here for the article on Uganda.

  20. Lions and Tigers and… Giraffes?!

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    Ever since I was a little girl, I have always felt a spiritual connection with nature and wildlife. For some, nature has a certain healing property. On Sunday, I felt the full power of those healing properties when Shield of Faith’s Project Coordinator Stella and her daughter Zawadi took me to Nairobi’s Safari Walk. Although I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, the experience certainly surpassed any and all expectations I could’ve had. 

    Me and Stella at the entrance of the Safari Walk.

    Immediately upon entering, we saw a pygmy hippopotamus. Already, I was encountering animals I had never seen before, and in some instances, never even knew existed. For example, have you ever heard of a colobus monkey? Never had I until Sunday. The black-and-white colobuses are characterized by their luscious locks that hang all over their body. The monkeys I saw had better hair than I do! Stella told me how, traditionally, certain ethnic groups in Kenya used the fur of the colobus monkey to make hats and clothes. Today, these beautiful creatures are threatened by habitat loss. In fact, many species in Kenya are threatened by habitat loss. This knowledge convinced me even further of the importance of Shield of Faith’s work, promoting sustainability through environmentally-friendly waste management and composting practices in informal settlements one step at a time. 

    The pygmy hippo enjoying lunch!

    The colobus monkey showing off its beautiful hair.

    Stella, Zawadi, and I lucked out because we arrived at the Safari Walk right when the animals were being fed, which made for prime viewing angles. Luck was certainly in our favor that day because we even had the opportunity to feed a baby giraffe! The giraffe was being moved from one enclosure to the next, and the Kenya Wildlife Service employees allowed us and other visitors to come in close contact with the giraffe. Clearly, this giraffe was not fazed by crowds of humans as it strolled right through us, stopping for treats along the way. It truly was the experience of a lifetime! After seeing the giraffe, Stella and Zawadi started joking that I was their “good luck charm” because we were having such special encounters with the animals! 

    Me feeding the giraffe. Contrary to the look on my face, I was overjoyed!

    As we neared the exit to the Safari Walk, we noticed several people having their photographs taken wearing traditional Maasai clothing. After asking one of the photographers, we learned that they were taking the photos for visitors at only a small fee. Of course, Stella, Zawadi, and I couldn’t NOT have our photos taken! The photographer dressed me in the traditional Maasai clothing, and I’ve never felt more beautiful! With each new day, I’ve had the opportunity to learn more and more about the various ethnic groups in Kenya and their vibrant cultures. It was a great way to end a day spent in nature, surrounded by such beautiful creatures, each a steward of Mother Nature’s goodwill. I look forward to spending more time immersed in the Kenyan flora and fauna over these coming weeks.

    Me and Zawadi in traditional Maasai clothing.

  21. Karibu Kenya!

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    Comfort zones are like rubber bands. The more you stretch them, the less likely they are to return to their normal size. Although some people might see a stretched-out rubber band as damaged, the reverse is true for comfort zones. The bigger the better. That’s what I’ve learned this week in Kenya. With each new day, I’ve set out to make my rubber band just a little bit bigger.  

    Let me set the scene for you. It’s shortly after midnight in the early hours of Saturday, May 27th, and I just deboarded my 8-hour long flight from London to Nairobi. Although I arrive three hours later than planned, I am full of curiosity (and exhaustion) as I make my way through Jomo Kenyatta International Airport’s immigration, bag collection, and customs. By the time I take the airport taxi to my Airbnb, I’m running on pure adrenaline. Traveling always finds a way to do that to a person, doesn’t it? It exhausts you but energizes you at the same time. I’ve always found travel to be an enticing paradox, one that drains us but that we somehow can’t live without. At least I can’t. 

    Case in point: after a quick rest, I was quickly introduced to that warm Kenyan hospitality I’ve heard so much about. Stella, Shield of Faith Project Coordinator and my mentor for the summer, sent over a hot breakfast and a taxi to meet me for lunch at Gill’s house, a friend and key implementer for Advocacy Project’s embroidery activities here in Kenya. I was introduced to Gill’s husband, daughter Camille, and (to my surprise and happiness) their wonderful two dogs. Although I was running on fumes and feeling the onset of homesickness, this little guy (pictured below) reminded me of my dogs at home and put a smile on my face. (Side note: we truly don’t deserve dogs.) 

    Otto being a good boy.

    Shortly after, Stella arrived and greeted me with a hug and a warm “Karibu” (the Swahili word for welcome). I was soon thrown into the realm of vermiculture composting! Camille showed us her pristinely-kept gardens, and Stella gave her composting bins a check-up. To everyone’s delight, Camille’s bins were displaying all good signs: healthy red wriggling worms and a slow but steady production of the liquid fertilizer Lishe-grow. As someone with absolutely no green thumb (I actually had to throw out my two dead houseplants before leaving), this was all so new to me. 

     

    ½ of Camille’s garden.

    Worm food!

    If there’s one thing my professors have taught me, it’s the importance of taking on an observer’s perspective while learning the ins and outs of a new project in a new country. This is what I’ve tried to practice the past few days. While at Gill’s, I learned so much about what makes a healthy composting bucket just by watching Stella and Camille pull the bucket apart and inspect all the worms. I’ve been a student my whole life, and this summer is going to put my learning skills to the test!

    The next few days were spent getting settled in, with several trips to the local Quickmart, Foodplus, and Carrefour. Finally on Wednesday, Stella put me to work. She and I visited her friend Betty, whose housekeeper Emily had been collecting 5-liter jerry cans to sell to the project. Betty and her daughter Lavender greeted us with warm hugs and, of course, cups of tea. Despite it being the first time meeting me, they welcomed me into their home as if they had known me for years. After a few minutes’ conversation, the time came for me to complete my first task: recording an interview between Stella and Emily about the jerry cans and their significance for the project (more on this below!) As the following day was Kenya’s Madaraka (Self-Governance) Day, this gave Stella and I a chance to travel to Kibera where a majority of the project’s activities take place and put these jerry cans to use!  

    Stella and Emily exchanging jerry cans. 

    Thursday morning I woke up early to go to Kibera with Stella and meet with two members of Shield of Faith. We checked on one garden and even harvested some excess veggies to bring home! As I write this, several bunches of organic spring onion and leeks are sitting in my kitchen, all thanks to the project. Even though I’ve only been in Kenya for a few days, I’ve already benefited from the amazing vegetables grown in Kibera, so I can only imagine the benefits this project brings to Shield of Faith members. In Kibera, where food insecurity is high, every little bit counts. 

    The majority of our time in Kibera that day was spent with Shield of Faith member Carol and her two neighbors on whose land the three women grow and share vegetables. This is where our jerry cans came in handy. Stella used these cans to construct a vertical tower garden, which makes the most out of the little arable land available in Kibera. I sat with the other 3 women meticulously cutting the jerry cans so that the vegetables could be planted inside and evenly watered throughout. It was hard work, but sitting around with the women who were speaking Swahili and smiling and laughing brought me a lot of joy. Even though I wasn’t able to speak the language (Duolingo has failed me), I felt a strong connection just being there- our attention all fixated on the same task. The women were all so kind to me, making sure I didn’t accidentally cut myself or even offering up their seats for me to sit in the shade. I’m not sure I’ll ever get over this Kenyan hospitality! After only a few hours, I was completely exhausted but proud of myself for having completed another adventure.     

    Me and the ladies cutting up the jerry cans.

    Constructing the tower gardens and planting them with spinach!

    So now, as I sit on my balcony overlooking the Kenyan sunset, I look at my rubber band comfort zone, and I reflect on my first week. I’d be lying if I said there weren’t times when I felt sad or lonely. But a wise friend once told me that with discomfort comes growth. The little rubber band I brought with me looks nothing like it did before; it’s grown at least twice its original size. But I’m glad. Unlike rubber bands, comfort zones won’t break if you continue to stretch them. They’ll continue to grow and grow for the better. So with each new day here in Kenya, I’ll continue growing that rubber band, and hopefully I’ll grow along with it. 

  22. Ugandan War Survivors Describe Forced Pregnancy and Marriage

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    Years later, when Margaret Akello used embroidery to describe her years of captivity by Ugandan rebels, she showed a desperate woman being savaged by a lion, as seen in the photo.

    The powerful image is part allegory and part fact. The possibility of being attacked by wild animals in the jungle was ever-present. So was the threat of rape from her captors.

    Ms Akello is one of thousands of women who were abducted as girls and forced into sexual slavery by fighters from the Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA), a rebel movement that devastated northern Uganda between 1987 and 2006. She is also one of ten survivors who have told their stories through stitching.

    Several stories were displayed recently at the Cardozo Law Institute in Holocaust and Human Rights in New York during a meeting to review the case of Dominic Ongwen, a former LRA commander who has been sentenced to 25 years in prison by the International Criminal Court.

    The court found Ongwen guilty on 61 counts, including 19 counts of sexual and gender-based crimes. His sentence was confirmed on December 15 last year by the ICC Appeals Chamber, which has also invited submissions from legal experts about the implications of the case for international criminal law.

    These formed the basis for the recent meeting, which brought together feminist lawyers, experts in transitional justice, and two survivors of LRA atrocities.

    The embroidered stories offered a dramatic backdrop to the legal arguments. They were presented by Victoria Nyanyjura, one of 139 female students abducted by LRA fighters from St Mary’s College in the village of Aboke on October 10, 1996. The crime attracted international attention after Sister Rachele Fassera, deputy headmistress at the school, followed the rebels and persuaded them to release 109 girls. The remaining 30 girls, including Ms Nyanyjura, spent years in captivity. Five have since died.

    Following her own escape, Ms Nyanyjura formed Women in Action for Women (WAW), an association for women survivors of sexual violence, and requested support for embroidery training for her group from The Advocacy Project. The stories were stitched in July 2021 and turned into quilts in the US. They can be seen here with profiles of the artists.

    Describing herself as an “activist and peace-builder,” Ms Nyanyjura praised the Cardozo institute for inviting survivors to the recent meeting, and asked for more regular contact between survivors and legal experts in future.

    Survivors offer essential context and reliable partnerships, she said: “Listening here you can tell we are all in this together. If you work with people really affected you will ensure the sustainability of peace. NGOs will come and go. (We) are going nowhere.”

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    The use of sex slaves was central to the LRA’s war strategy and is depicted in excruciating detail by the WAW artists. Once in captivity, girls were distributed among LRA fighters and subjected to what the ICC charge describes as “forced conjugal relations.” The case against Ongwen centered on his treatment of seven “wives.”

    According to a report by CAP International and Watye Ki Gen (‘We Have Hope’), an organization for survivors in Uganda, captive girls who had not reached the age of menstruation were known as “ting tings” and supposed to be exempt from molestation.

    But this did not save Mary Atim, a WAW artist who was nine when she was abducted and given to a rebel. Ms Atim was then beaten by the man’s older wives and made to wash clothes. Grace Awor, another artist, depicted her own rape by a rebel in graphic detail.

    Although relationships were intimate and prolonged many survivors never learned the names of their husbands, who used code names to avoid being identified. Most of the men died from disease or battle.

    The threat of death, exhaustion or injury was always present. Judith Adong’s story shows a woman carrying a heavy load while an armed fighter pushes her forward with a machete. One of Christine Akumu’s stories shows someone stepping on a landmine left by retreating rebels.

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    Returning to normal life has created new problems by forcing the women to fall back on their own resources, often without the support of family or friends.

    After escaping, many faced stigma and suspicion when they arrived home with their children and several sought new partners, only to be abandoned again. Christine Akumu was so desperate that she moved in with the brother of her rebel “husband.” She gave birth to two more children before being driven from the home.

    Forced pregnancy has left indelible scars on the mothers and children. Past conflicts have highlighted the anguish of women who gave birth following rape and were torn between loving their children and living with a visible reminder of their ordeal. The WAW artists express nothing but love. Christine Akumu’s three children wanted to go to school, she explains, but she could not pay for their school fees. This has left them “bitter.”

    As for the children themselves, Angela Atim Lakor from Watye Ki Gen told the meeting that most lack ID cards because their fathers cannot be identified. In addition, many were probably born in the jungle outside Uganda. This has made it even harder for them to attend school.

    Adding to the anxiety, many survivors have found themselves living near former LRA fighters who have benefited from a Ugandan government amnesty. Several WAW artists still suffer from injuries they sustained in the jungle, and some even carry bullet fragments. Grace Awor’s wound has never been properly treated and is still leaking pus.

    In spite of everything, the survivors are remarkably free from anger. Asked how she felt about Ongwen’s 25-year prison term, Ms Nyanyjura noted that Ongwen had been a victim himself because he had been abducted by the LRA at the age of nine before rising through the ranks. His sentence struck the right balance between justice and compassion, she said, while expressing the hope that this would ease Ongwen’s own reintegration into his village when he leaves prison.

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    Summing up the challenges that face survivors in a keynote address at the recent meeting Beth Van Schaack, the US Ambassador-at-Large for Global Criminal Justice, noted that the path to recovery is constantly changing and that every woman’s experience is unique. This, she said, called for a creative, flexible response.

    Of all the different approaches, the legal option may be most clear-cut.

    Before Ongwen, sexual and gender-based crimes had been barely tested in an international court of law. Two celebrated decisions by the international tribunals on Rwanda and the Former Yugoslavia established that rape in war can be an act of genocide and a form of torture.

    But the Ongwen trial was the first to successfully prosecute forced pregnancy and forced marriage, which are listed as war crimes and crimes against humanity in the ICC Statute. Lawyers at the recent meeting expressed satisfaction that both crimes are now established law as a result. This, they said, creates an important precedent for future cases.

    Patricia Viseur Sellers, a senior advisor to the ICC prosecutor, also noted that women and children held by the LRA had been victims of slavery, which has been well tested in international law. This too could broaden the case against future perpetrators of sexual and gender-based violence.

    At the same time, the legal path ahead is not without obstacles. Sarah Kasande, who heads the office of the International Center for Transitional Justice in Uganda, noted that a Ugandan law providing reparations and justice for survivors is stalled and has yet to be presented to parliament.

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    However significant the legal advances, legal redress may not be the most urgent need facing survivors. While human rights lawyers focus on accountability, survivors have set themselves a broader goal which Ambassador Van Schaack described as “returning to a life path of their own choosing.”

    Being able to tell their stories and explain their version of the truth is particularly important. Some experts feel that rape victims should not be identified, to avoid their re-traumatization. But Ms Nyanyjura said that her WAW colleagues had made a clear choice to publish their stories. Their profiles were written in the summer of 2021 by Anna Braverman, a graduate at the Fletcher School, Tufts University, who was deployed by The Advocacy Project to volunteer with WAW and became close friends with the artists.

    Ms Nyanyjura also said that speaking to the Cardozo conference had boosted her own confidence and expressed deep gratitude to the organizers and to UN Women, which paid for the travel of Ugandan participants.

    “I am happy,” she said. “I must say we were respected.”

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    Of all the needs facing survivors, none may be more essential than earning a living.

    Most survivors returned from captivity without an education or skills. Judith Adong starting training to be a tailor but gave up because of chest pains from her time as an LRA porter. The COVID pandemic also brought new pressures (which the WAW artists have described in this quilt). No sooner did Concy Alam open a restaurant than she was forced to close by the lock-down.

    The ICC decision on Ongwen has opened the door to reparations through a trust fund for victims which has been established under the ICC although it operates independently. Uganda was the first government to refer a case to the ICC and this – plus the notoriety of the LRA – will likely ensure that any compensation is significant.

    But the ICC depends on voluntary contributions from member states and does not qualify for funding from the US government, which has yet to join the ICC and deeply distrusts the court.

    In addition, ICC reparations will only be given to those who are directly affected by the court’s judgements. This appears to exclude eight of the ten WAW artists, who were held by LRA units other than the ‘Tinia brigade’ commanded by Ongwen. Several speakers warned that reparations can create strains between survivors if mishandled.

    Even being labelled a survivor may complicate the search for support. While humanitarian funding exists to help survivors attend meetings and trials, economic development is handled by a different set of donors that often find it difficult to work with small community-based groups like WAW.

    Ms Nyanyjura said that WAW members hope to continue with embroidery, and several members have sold pieces through the new online store Southern Stitchers. But building a business will require sustained investment, as well as professional expertise, training and marketing skills.

    This underscores the importance of a creative response, as suggested by Ambassador Van Schaack. It also requires an understanding not just of the problems faced by survivors but their resilience and the skills they have developed during their long journey.

     

    Victoria Nyanyjura founded Women in Action for Women after escaping from LRA rebels in Uganda. The picture by Grace Awor, another WAW survivor, depicts Ms Awor’s rape.

  23. Competing Visions Undermine the Resettlement of Afghans in the US

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    Creative assistance: Jenna Whitney hosts a sale of Afghan rugs at her home to support a start-up by Afghan refugees

     

    Earlier this year, during a visit to Baltimore, Jenna Whitney came face to face with the challenge confronting Afghan refugees who had been airlifted to the US after the fall of Kabul on August 15 last year. She found it deeply disturbing.

    Ms Whitney, a former US government contractor who lives near Annapolis, Maryland, was among scores of concerned Marylanders who visited Afghan families after their arrival in the state from US army bases, following their harrowing escape from Afghanistan.

    The refugees were initially placed in two hotels near BWI Airport by the International Rescue Committee (IRC), one of three nongovernmental agencies hired by the US government to resettle Afghans refugees in Maryland.

    After several missions to the hotels to deliver clothes, mobile phones and food, Ms Whitney made her way to the Renaissance Plaza, an apartment block where some of the families had been placed by the IRC after leaving the hotels.

    Here she encountered two sisters, Samira I, 24 and her sister Mina, 17. Samira had worked for an NGO in Afghanistan and told Ms Whitney that she and Mina had been moved into the building by the IRC in December. They had no knowledge of the neighborhood, which is considered unsafe by many locals, and were taunted when they went out in search of food. Terrified, the sisters returned to the apartment where they stayed for the next month, relying on Afghan men in the building to visit shops on their behalf.

    When Ms Whitney visited the apartment, she found it filthy and bare of furniture except for two beds, a couch and a table. The sisters did not have an assigned IRC caseworker. Mina had not been enrolled in school, as required by federal government regulations. Ms Whitney later wrote: “Samira cried in my arms that day and said that she often wondered if she would have been better off staying in Afghanistan and letting the Taliban kill her.”

    Ms Whitney moved the two sisters out of the apartment, at their request, and into her own home. She was further incensed to learn that the IRC had withheld $2,450 given by the US Department of State to cover the basic needs of the sisters during the first 90 days after their arrival.

    Shortly after they moved, an IRC official visited the sisters and told them that the IRC had spent $5,191.92 on their rent, furniture and mobile phones, before asking Samira to sign off on the summary. Feeling pressured, Samira declined and took a screenshot of the document which she shared with Ms Whitney.

    On February 9, Ms Whitney filed a lawsuit against IRC through a law firm in Baltimore, demanding that the $2,450 be given to the sisters.

    In early March Ruben Chandrasekar, the IRC director in Baltimore, wrote to Ms Whitney accusing her and other volunteers in East Baltimore of rejecting the IRC’s offer of collaboration, ignoring the confidentiality of the refugees and “sending repeated messages to various IRC staff and leadership via email and text message, including by utilizing our clients’ personal phones, with accusations, gross factual distortions, and inappropriate demands.”

    The letter continued: “These actions and communications do nothing to further the goals I believe we share regarding the successful integration of these new Afghan community members in Maryland.”

    The letter ended by asking Ms Whitney not to contact the IRC office again. Other volunteers who work with Ms Whitney and were interviewed for this article said that IRC caseworkers had been instructed not to answer their calls. Meanwhile lawyers for the IRC have rejected Ms Whitney’s lawsuit and denied her charges.

    The Two Visions

     

    Jeanette Sudano (right) founder of Heart For Refugees and Jenna Whitney deliver kitchen utensils to a refugee family at the Renaissance Plaza apartment complex in Baltimore

    Ms Whitney’s encounter with the two sisters, and her dispute with the IRC, have come to light during an investigation by The Advocacy Project (AP) into the resettlement of Afghan refugees in Maryland a year after the fall of Kabul on August 15, 2021.

    AP supported a program to educate girls in Afghanistan between 2003 and 2010 and criticized the Biden Administration’s precipitous departure from Afghanistan. We met or talked to 21 volunteers or professionals who have worked with refugees in Maryland and Virginia, and with 13 refugees or families in preparation for this article.

    Many agreed that the tensions between the IRC and volunteers in Baltimore have exposed two starkly differing visions about the role of communities in resettling refugees in the US, and that this has major implications for resettlement in the future.

    Volunteers praised Ms. Whitney’s passion, hard work and commitment. Jeanette Sudano, a co-founder of Heart for Refugees, a community association in Maryland that has spent thousands of dollars raised by Ms Whitney, called her a “rock star.”

    But others described volunteers like Ms Whitney and Ms Sudano as “well-meaning meddlers” who have refused to acknowledge the pressures placed on agencies by the largest and most difficult resettlement effort undertaken by the US in recent years.

    One official at the Office of Refugee Resettlement (ORR), a program at the Department of Health and Human Services that funds long-term resettlement programs said bluntly: “These folks don’t have a role in the resettlement process.”

    Others said that Ms Whitney’s lawsuit shows a misunderstanding about the money that was withheld by the IRC to cover the sisters’ rent. Funding for the first 90 days of resettlement, known as Reception and Placement, is given to the resettlement agencies by the Bureau of Population, Refugees and Migration (PRM) at the Department of State to cover the basic needs of refugees, including housing. It is not given directly to the refugees themselves, even though it is often referred to as “welcome money.”

    AP made multiple efforts to reach IRC staff in Maryland but with two exceptions our emails and calls were not answered. An advance copy of this article was shared with the agency.

    Unprecedented Challenge

     

    Adding to the trauma: Many Afghan refugees were separated from their families at Kabul airport in August 2021

    The Biden Administration dubbed the airlift and resettlement of Afghan refugees “Operation Allies Welcome.” Asked to assess its success over the past year almost everyone interviewed for this article began by describing the challenge as “unprecedented.”

    The process was harrowing for the refugees themselves. Many arrived deeply traumatized after being plucked from a war zone and exposed to chaos and violence at Kabul airport. Most spoke no English and had no knowledge of their new country beyond what they had learned from working with Americans in Afghanistan.

    Adding to the stress, many had been separated from their families. Samira and Mina I, who met with Ms Whitney at the Baltimore apartment, are from a family of eight sisters. One sister is now in Oregon, two are in Russia and the remaining three are in Kabul with their parents.

    The size and speed of the evacuation was certainly unprecedented. The US airlifted over 72,000 Afghans to the US in the months following the fall of Kabul – compared to the 11,411 refugees admitted to the US in 2021 through the normal resettlement process and a similar number in 2020.

    One US government official described this as a “massive, massive undertaking.” The closest recent parallel, she said, occurred during the Obama Administration when the resettlement agencies received approximately 3,500 Syrians a week for two months. For Operation Allies Welcome, in contrast, approximately 4,000 Afghans arrived each week over five months.

    Myat Lin, who heads the Maryland Office for Refugees and Asylees (MORA), said that his state had accepted 2,032 Afghans in the Fall of 2021 and that this had placed an enormous strain on housing in particular. Rents were sky-high and the vacancy rate in Baltimore apartment buildings stood at just 2% during the pandemic, he said.

    Adding to the challenge, Maryland had almost no Afghan community before August last year according to Manizha Azizi, a former refugee from Afghanistan who now works for Homes Not Borders, a nonprofit that provides refugees with home furnishings. This absence of a prior “Afghan footprint” in Maryland robbed the new arrivals of a support system that has proved critically important in helping other refugees adapt to American culture.

    Operation Allies Welcome also put pressure on the nine nongovernmental agencies, including the IRC, that were contracted by the Department of State to manage the resettlement of the refugees.

    The IRC has worked in many of the world’s hotspots, including Afghanistan, and has long been a mainstay of the US resettlement program. According to a guest editorial on February 22 in the Baltimore Sun by Mr Chandrasekar, the IRC director in Maryland, the agency has resettled over 15,000 refugees in the US during the past twenty years.

    Experts agreed that the agencies were ill-prepared for the arrival of so many Afghans in such a short space of time. The Trump Administration had drastically reduced the number of refugees coming to the US and this, combined with the pandemic, forced agencies to lay off experienced staff and sever contacts with key community partners like rental agencies.

    “I am sympathetic to the IRC,” said Susan Krehbiel, who has worked with asylum cases and refugees since the 1980s and helps Presbyterian congregations connect with refugee programs for the Presbytery of Baltimore. “You cannot just go back and hire people – they’ve moved on.”

    The agencies were dealing with “numbers you haven’t seen in decades and trying to create a program in the midst of chaos,” even as the refugees were arriving in the US, said Ms Krehbiel. “It was not even clear which services (the refugees) would receive.”

    Mr Chandrasekar acknowledged the challenges facing the IRC in his February 22 Op-ed and asked for “patience and understanding of the scale and complexity of this operation.”

    An Offer Is Rejected

     

    Alone in a new culture: Afghan women find it particularly difficult to adapt to life the US, find friends and work

    In spite of the unprecedented nature of Operation Allies Welcome, several people interviewed for this article said the IRC had rebuffed their offer of help during the early days of the crisis.

    In August 2021, IRC officials met with several NGOs in the Baltimore area that did not receive federal funding to resettle Afghan refugees but had years of experience in providing essential services to vulnerable immigrants.

    The organizations included Esperanza, a Catholic agency that works with undocumented immigrants from Latin America; the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR), America’s largest Muslim civil rights and advocacy group; Luminus, a community network that worked with refugees in Howard County of Maryland; and the Baltimore Presbytery.

    Susan Krehbiel, who attended on behalf of the Baltimore Presbytery, said that the organizations hoped to find volunteers who could complement the IRC’s efforts at the hotels and agreed that any volunteers would have to receive screening and training. “At the same time, we were urging the IRC to embrace more collaborative ways of engaging the community, including leveraging our relationships and outreach,” she said.

    Ms Krehbiel said the discussions proved largely fruitless. “We were going back and forth about the independence of IRC and we decided at the end of the day that the refugees were more important than the public perception of the IRC,” she said. “The only concrete support we were able to offer through the IRC were 40 sets of kitchen supplies for families to cook while staying at the hotels.”

    Rebuffed by the IRC, the organizations continued their own efforts, and the Presbytery used its community connections to secure medical attention for several of the families at the hotels, including pregnant women and some newborns. Many volunteers from that period have continued to support many of the Afghans in Baltimore with social events, including an Eid celebration last May, said Ms Krehbiel.

    The organizations also pooled their efforts and delegated to Luminus, which expanded its work to the Baltimore area and set up a new project, the Afghan Alliance of Maryland, to work with the new arrivals under Shakera Rahimi, a widely respected former OBGYN in Afghanistan.

    Several volunteers told AP that they had also offered their services to the IRC and been rejected. Bob Cooke, a retired unionist in Gaithersburg, had helped to organize an interfaith group to assist Syrian refugees in the US in 2016 and gained valuable experience and contacts with the Muslim community in Maryland.

    Mr Cooke said that he approached the IRC when the Afghans began to arrive in August 2021 and met several times with IRC staff in Baltimore. In the end, his team decided to offer their services to the Ethiopian Community Development Council (ECDC), the smallest of the three resettlement agencies working with Afghans in Maryland.

    “They (the ECDC) were looking for the most help,” said Mr Cooke. “They knew they couldn’t do it themselves. They were a lot more honest.” The IRC, in contrast, “argued that they had everything under control and wanted to do everything exactly their way. They didn’t want to give any latitude towards people like us.”

    Ms Whitney said she also approached the IRC and was asked to sign up as an IRC volunteer, attend IRC training, sign a confidentiality agreement and agree to a background check, all of which would take several weeks. “It just didn’t make sense while Afghan women were delivering babies and could not get to the hospital,” she said.

    Asked to comment, Ms Krehbiel said that the IRC had made a mistake in treating the arrival of Afghans as business as usual instead of the unprecedented crisis it clearly was, and trying to “adapt traditional methods to a non-traditional” emergency. She noted that the IRC had even failed to set up a satellite office at the extended stay hotels in Baltimore, where the Afghans first arrived. This could have avoided much of the early bad publicity and opened up a dialogue with volunteers.

    “I will say this,” said Ms Krehbiel. “Government does not integrate people. Case workers do not integrate people. Programs don’t integrate people. Only communities can integrate people in their community.”

    The Family Teams

     

    Kathy Hays, left, is part of a team working with a family of fifteen refugees near Annapolis. Here she savors the cooking of Lala, 73 (right)

    Ms Whitney herself has continued to expose what she sees as examples of “neglect and incompetence” and in the process turned into an advocate for greater transparency and accountability in the resettlement system.

    But she has also played a less confrontational role as a coordinator for over 100 volunteers who have formed 27 teams to support Afghan families in the Baltimore area. Funding has come from team members, from churches and from Ms Whitney, who has raised $24,522 through gofundme and another $60,000 through corporate donations.

    During a series of meetings with AP in recent weeks, Ms Whitney explained that the team model contrasts sharply with the traditional approach of resettlement agencies. Agency caseworkers are assigned multiple refugee families and are backed up by volunteers who go thorough IRC background checks and training, she said. Their focus is essentially short-term. Teams, in contrast, are groups of friends who offer a range of services and skills to individual refugee families for as long as is required.

    Like other team members who spoke to AP, Ms Whitney said that her own motivation was deeply personal and tinged with a sense of guilt. “I can’t turn away,” she said. “They’re coming to our country. We invited them here. It’s not like they’re being smuggled across the border. These are people we told them we would take care of, and we’re not.”

    Ms Whitney’s experience with the sisters has also convinced her that the resettlement system can demean refugees by viewing them as clients dependent on services. “It feels sort of sub-human,” she said. “These are proud people.”

    Ms Whitney said that the Baltimore teams are modeled on Arlington Neighbors Welcoming Afghans (ANWA), a network established by Ryan Alvis, a former Marine who served in Afghanistan and also felt the need to respond when she first met Afghan refugees at the hotels. “It was all about survival back then,” said Ms Alvis in a phone call with AP.

    The ANWA network has made extensive use of social media to reach out to members and the ANWA Facebook page today has more than 1,900 friends. Ms Whitney has followed ANWA’s example and posts regularly on Facebook and Amazon lists, seeking everything from blenders to sanitary pads.

    One major advantage of the team approach is a deep understanding of the communities where refugees will settle said Bob Cooke, who helped to launch the New Neighbors Interfaith Alliance (NNIA), a network of interfaith organizations in Gaithersburg to work with Afghan refugees. The alliance has supported 20 refugee families since January and raised over $70,000 from about 100 private donors. It is run by seven volunteers, including Mr Cooke, and does not have any formal legal status.

    As well as roots in the community, Mr Cooke said that his group has considerable expertise because many members are retired with successful careers behind them and time on their hands. Many of their skills are also complementary, and this allows the team to provide integrated support and address multiple needs.

    This was echoed by Hilary Smalley, one of three friends who coordinate a team in support of two Afghan brothers and their families in Glen Burnie, Maryland. Ms Smalley credited Ms Whitney with “lighting the spark” by alerting her to the crisis at the Baltimore hotels when they were in a running class together, and she helped form the team in March. A nurse by training, Ms Smalley covers the family’s medical needs. Another volunteer handles schools. Others help by driving and organizing events, from baby showers to picnics.

    The connections enjoyed by community teams allow them to locate refuge families that are in trouble and respond quickly, said Minoo Tavakoli, who escaped from Iran with her family during the revolution in 1985 and went on to head the computer department at the Columbia School of Business before retiring.

    Ms Tavakoli started a support group for the Afghan refugees in 2021 with three other Iranian-American friends and said she has probably helped “hundreds” of Afghans in the months since. She has invested almost $10,000 of her own money and said that her knowledge of Farsi made it easier to communicate with the refugees. Language is a significant barrier to their successful integration, she said.

    As their friendships with the refugees have deepened, so has the teams’ understanding of the resettlement challenges, and this has allowed them to be creative in their response. In April Ms Whitney organized a sale of Afghan rugs at her house and commissioned food for the event from a family of 15 that includes Lala A, 73, an excellent cook. Lala’s dishes proved so successful that the family wants to open a food truck.

    Often, team members respond with acts of simple kindness. Aware that Samira I was lonely, Ms Whitney took her on a tour of museums in Washington with another young refugee woman, Shogofa S, whose parents were killed by the Taliban in a bomb attack and was also pining for her siblings in Afghanistan.

    AP came across many other such examples during this research. Amy Springer, a teacher who has taken over coordination of the Arlington Neighbors Welcoming Afghans, makes a point of taking toys for refugee children whenever she visits a family. Heart for Refugees recently organized a picnic for scores of refugees which enabled Afghan men to reunite with friends they had known back in Afghanistan. Ms Azizi from Homes Not Borders described the event as “cool” and said it had helped to build the Afghan “footprint” in Maryland.

    Collaboration Between Family Teams and the Agencies

     

    Acts of kindness: Amy Springer, from the ANWA network of teams in Virginia, delivers a bike to an Afghan family in Manassas. Ms Springer delivers a toy for children every time she visits refugees

    Not all resettlement agencies view the independence of the refugee support teams as a threat.

    The smallest of the three agencies in Maryland, the Ethiopian Community Development Council (ECDC), has supported around 350 Afghans in Maryland since August 2021 and welcomes volunteers because they contribute towards the complete integration of refugees, said Katherine Stockton-Juarez, the agency’s volunteer coordinator.

    ECDC was established in 1983 to raise support for refugees from Ethiopia among Ethiopians living in the US and this focus on the receiving communities “sets us apart from other agencies,” she said. It also requires a long-term, open-ended commitment.

    Ms Stockton-Juarez said that ECDC works with about 135 volunteers and supports several initiatives that enable volunteers to contribute on their own terms. Ten are participating in First Friends, a program that encourages volunteers to build open-ended friendships with refugees. Another program works with “support groups” that help refugee families and often comprise churches.

    Earlier this year, ECDC launched a new pilot project (“co-sponsorships”) to work with teams and asked the New Neighbors Interfaith Alliance in Gaithersburg to sponsor the first family. Bob Cooke, an Alliance coordinator, had worked with ECDC during the Syrian refugee crisis. He told AP that the new assignment was significantly different from the earlier collaboration, when his group had taken over from ECDC after the initial 90 days. When it came to the Afghans, he said, ECDC asked the Alliance to assume the entire range of services (“the whole nine yards!”) from the start.

    Asked whether surrendering authority to the teams represented a risk, Ms Stockton-Juarez agreed that “rogue” volunteers can offer inappropriate support and even lead to the “scamming” of refugees. But she vets the teams carefully in advance, checks in every two weeks and is ready to intervene if she hears complaints or sees signs of “microaggression” in the way team members address the refugees. She has encountered no problems so far and the ECDC now has seven teams working as co-sponsors.

    Others interviewed for this article said that community-based organizations act as a bridge between resettlement agencies on the one hand, and communities on the other. One example is Homes Without Borders, which has provided 420 refugee families with beds, mattresses and home furnishings since August last year, according to Laura Thompson Osuri, the organization’s founder.

    Over 80% of the families have been Afghans and most were referred by agencies, including the IRC, she said: “We love the IRC and they love us.”

    While it works with the IRC, Homes Not Borders also has deep roots in the community, explained Ms Azizi, family service manager for the organization. Ms Azizi came to the US as a refugee at the age of five and well remembers the difficulties that faced her own parents in adapting to their new culture. This has given her an acute sense of the challenge facing the new wave of Afghans and her job gives her latitude to explore innovative approaches that include cooking and embroidery.

    Ms Azizi also serves on the board of two organizations, the Afghan Alliance at Luminus and the Immigrant Refugee and Outreach Center which also allows her to deepen the Afghan footprint in Maryland.

    There is wide agreement that these and other organizations will be critical as the resettlement effort enters the second year. As well as contacts, they offer specialist services that address the needs of vulnerable families that might miss out on government funding after the initial 90 days of Reception and Placement. This is examined in further detail below.

    Damaging Fallout

     

    Hilary Smalley (left) and Nancy Plaxico, active members of a family team, organized a hike at the Patapsco State Park for their two refugee families

    The success of ECDC and Homes Without Borders in working with communities has left many frustrated at the lack of collaboration between the IRC and the volunteer teams in Baltimore. This, they said, is doing real damage.

    One concern is rent, which is the single largest expense facing refugees during and after the first 90 days. Most of the 27 families supported by the teams in Baltimore were able to pay their rent during the 90 days through a combination of the federal subsidy (the so-called “welcome money”) and money raised by Ms Whitney and the teams.

    But refugees expressed anxiety and uncertainty over what happened next. The lack of communications between IRC caseworkers and volunteers has done nothing to allay their concerns.

    In a June 28 phone discussion with AP, Myat Lin, the Maryland refugee coordinator, said that his office does offer additional funding for rent after 90 days but that this is not “widely announced.”

    Ms Whitney has since learned that Mr Lin has also pledged a year of support for families that fall behind in paying rent and that he is determined that no Afghan refugee will be evicted in Maryland. The problem, she said, is that this was not communicated to the 27 refugee families in Baltimore or to the team volunteers by Mr Lin’s office or IRC caseworkers.

    Ms Whitney was also upset to hear that her own funds had gone to pay for rent when government money was available, and described this as “waste and duplication.”

    The breakdown in communications has also meant that the 27 families and their teams do not know what to expect after the initial 90 days, and whether or not the IRC remains responsible for their welfare.

    Funding for programs after the 90 days comes through The Office of Refugee Resettlement and is managed by the states. But according to Susan Krehbiel, from the Maryland Presbytery, these programs are not required to offer services to all refugees and are subject to less federal oversight than during Reception and Placement. “The only thing with teeth is (during) the 90 days,” she said.

    This leaves it unclear what the refuges can claim, and from whom. One expert told AP that refugees tend to have “unrealistic expectations” about agency support and assume “it will last forever.” This should have been addressed at US Army bases during the first phase of Operation Allies Welcome but, she said, cultural orientation at the bases was cut short because of the numbers and urgency of moving the refugees off base and into states. Rumors then spread quickly by word of mouth as refugees arrived in the states and began comparing services.

    There seems little chance of any agreement soon between the Baltimore teams and IRC. Mr Lin has urged the volunteers to help their families fill out a form designating the volunteers as representatives, and then work through agencies.

    Ms Whitney said that she will agree to a background check, and had already undergone a check through Luminus. But she is unwilling to work under the IRC. Barbara Ferris, president of the International Women’s Democracy Center, another critic of the IRC’s early handling of arrivals in Baltimore, was more blunt. Working with the IRC at this stage, she said, “would damage our credibility.”

    Several people interviewed for this article warned that the continuing stand-off and the media coverage it has generated could jeopardize government support for traditional resettlement.

    The Biden Administration has offered to accept 100,000 Ukrainian refugees and announced a new initiative on April 22 to encourage American families to assume the cost of resettling Ukrainians by forming “Sponsor Circles.” But the prospect of the federal government withdrawing altogether alarmed several experts who spoke to AP. One said his agency was worried by the possibility of abuse and even trafficking of Ukrainians.

    Others said that neither the agencies nor the communities can manage resettlement on their own. Volunteers cannot possibly provide consistent services to large numbers of refugees across the country while also adhering to onerous federal regulations. But the agencies cannot afford to ignore volunteers like Ms Whitney who have a direct line into communities.

    “Both approaches are clearly needed,” said Ms Stockton-Juarez from the ECDC.

    The Verdict So Far

     

    Land of plenty: Newly-arrived refugees discover the supermarket

    The two competing visions of resettlement color how the last year’s efforts are perceived by those who talked to AP for this article.

    Several people described the response of the agencies as nothing short of heroic. According to one federal government analysis, over half of the Afghans considered employable have found jobs and 97% of the Afghan refugees are in permanent housing.

    “Given the shortage of housing and the fact that they arrived with no jobs or a credit history, that is pretty incredible,” said one expert who works on the resettlement of Afghans. “I have been amazed to see what has been done.”

    The expert added that the resettlement agencies had been “extremely creative and committed to resettling Afghans under extremely difficult conditions – housing and labor shortages, the pandemic, and huge pace and numbers.”

    This was echoed by Mr Lin, the refugee coordinator for Maryland, who said the government’s definition of success is whether a refugee is “able to meet his or her basic expenses with income through employment.” Prior to 2022, he said, around 70% of new refugees found work within 8 months of their arrival in Maryland – one of the best records in the country – although a “few still struggled after the 8 months.”

    Overall, Ms Whitney’s fellow volunteers are proud of their work so far. Hilary Smalley, who works with the two Afghan families headed by brothers in Glen Burnie, clashed with the IRC in March after she withdrew one of the families from housing assigned by the IRC and found work for one of the brothers. The IRC refused to release several thousand dollars of cash assistance given by the Department of State to cover rent for the family’s new apartment.

    But Ms Smalley is content with the outcome. “So many things have worked out well for (the families) that it’s hard for me to get mad,” she said. “They have jobs. Their kids are enrolled in decent schools. They’re happy and they have a car (paid for by the team.) I feel blessed.”

    But while many volunteers share Ms Smalley’s sense of accomplishment, their view of progress so far is overshadowed by the fact that they are working mainly with families in crisis.

    Although the pace has slowed, new cases continue to arrive, said Ms Whitney. In a July 28 email to the IRC she reported that a family in Baltimore that spoke very little English was “panicking” because their electricity had been shut off during a heat wave. After calling the utility company, volunteers learned that the family owed $793.5 because their IRC caseworker had forgotten to change the name on their account. Adding to their woes, the family had no baby formula. The family had tried to contact the caseworker but received no reply.

    Ms Whitney is also worried for a 16-year old refugee who was not enrolled in school and was beaten by his father after an argument. Ms Whitney had helped the father and son move to an apartment in a good school district and found the father a full-time job with benefits. But the boy was not enrolled in school by the IRC and went to work in a 7-Eleven store, only to be accused of stealing $800 by the owner and reported to the police. He later signed a confession even though he could speak barely any English.

    “If he had gone to school, I think the son would have had a better shot at making it,” said Ms Whitney.

    The Challenge Ahead

     

    The power of education: Like many Afghan refugee children, Amina, 15, has thrived at school in the US and picked up English quickly

    Jenna Whitney’s experience with Afghan families in crisis has also influenced her expectations for the challenges that lie ahead.

    Most agree that education will not be the problem it was in the early months last year. After being enrolled in school, almost all refugee children have benefited from English language training (ESL) and many have made spectacular progress. During one visit to the Renaissance Plaza building in Baltimore, AP met with Abdullah T, who lost a leg while rescuing an American soldier in Afghanistan. All of his seven children were in school and his older son – who provided translation for his father – had picked up English while waiting on the US army base.

    But Abdullah T himself was struggling to navigate a thicket of regulations and secure disability benefits. His team of volunteers predicted a difficult road ahead.

    Just how difficult it will be, they said, will also depend on the support he receives from other Afghans in the neighborhood. While most families at the Renaissance Plaza have made friends with other refugees in the building, the lack of an Afghan mosque and stores in the neighborhood will add to the problem – one reason why volunteer teams wanted to move families from the building early after their arrival. While an “Afghan footprint” may be emerging slowly in Maryland, it cannot be manufactured artificially or overnight.

    Other refugees at the Renaissance Plaza also made it clear that employment is not always the boon it is made out to be. Akhtar W took advantage of the hot job market and quickly found entry-level work as a gas attendant. Others have worked in food processing and warehouses that require little English and earned an average of around $14 an hour, according to volunteers.

    But this has placed a strain on Akhtar W, who arrived without his family and only qualified for $1,225 in federal support during the first 90 days. He sleeps in the same room as three other Afghan men who also arrived without their families so as to cover the cost of rent. Akhtar W has also been forced to take on additional part-time work in order to meet his own expenses and send money back to his family in Afghanistan. His working day sometimes lasts for 15 hours, he said.

    “Single men and women may seem more resilient but they also suffer more from loneliness,” said Ms Whitney who knows Akhtar W well. The conventional approach to resettlement has no answers for loneliness and depression, she said.

    Volunteers are also uncovering cases of family tensions which escalate into violence. Minoo Tavakoli, who works closely with Ms Whitney, is particularly worried by the pressures on refugee women who usually live with the families of their husbands and tend to be far more isolated in their new American culture than men.

    Ms Tavakoli recently learned of a pregnant refugee in Virginia who was stabbed by her husband after a dispute and only taken to hospital after a friend alerted the police. The case fell under the Lutheran Immigration and Refugee Services (LRIS), which appears to have ignored the dispute for several weeks. An LRIS caseworker eventually called the woman’s husband, even though he was also the abuser.

    In Ms Tavakoli’s view this showed that agency caseworkers are often “overwhelmed” by the number of families they have to manage and lack the skills needed to deal with such complex cases. Merely employing female caseworkers may not be enough, she said. “American women are used to yelling at men, but this does not happen in Afghanistan.”

    Overshadowing everything for many refugees is continued separation from their families in Afghanistan, and uncertainty over their legal status.

    Bob Cooke said that two refugee women known to his team in Gaithersburg had tried to commit suicide after being separated from their families at the airport. One of the women had just learned that her husband had been killed at the airport in an explosion. Separation also forces refugees like Akhtar W to find extra work because they are the only source of income for their families back in Afghanistan.

    Legal worries only add to the strain. Most of the Afghans who arrived under Operation Allies Welcome were not granted asylum, like Ukrainian refugees, but were designated “humanitarian parolees” and given two years to secure permanent residence.

    After a year many refugees feel the clock is ticking. The Biden Administration has given the Afghans temporary protection from deportation through to September 15 of next year and this could be extended. But the mere possibility of deportation adds to the anxiety and stress, said Akhtar W.

    “Coming to America has made me an enemy of the Taliban” he said. “It would be a death sentence for me to go back.” He added that the Taliban were making regular visits to his house in Kabul.

    Fashioning a Community Response

     

    Shakera Rahimi, a former OBGYN in Afghanistan, directs the Afghan Alliance of Maryland and is much admired for her work with refugee families. By employing Afghans, the Alliance is also helping to build an Afghan footprint in Maryland

    Many volunteers who spoke to AP for this article felt that the sheer range of challenges that lie ahead is another strong argument for their family teams.

    This is partly because they have doubts about the long-term programs funded by the federal government and channeled through states. According to the Office of Refugee Resettlement, Maryland received $4,163,528 for Afghan refugees in an allocation announced on December 29 last year, behind only California, Texas, Virginia and Washington state. When he talked to AP on June 28, Mr Lin said his office was managing 28 cooperative agreements with 10 partners, including the three main resettlement agencies.

    The problem with such programs, said volunteers, is that they do not address the full range of needs and vulnerabilities of individual families, identified above, and because they focus heavily on helping refugees find jobs.

    Some ORR programs certainly do focus on special needs, like Preferred Communities, which offers help to refugees from torture and LGBTQ discrimination as well as victims of trafficking and can run for up to five years.

    But many key services are barely covered. With the legal status of the Afghan parolees still in question, legal aid could be particularly important, but even the ECDC employs only one lawyer who offers pro bono advice one morning a week, said Ms Stockton-Juarez. For Ms Whitney, this makes a compelling case for volunteers like Kathy Hicks who works on Green Card applications as part of a team helping the 15-member family of Lala A near Annapolis.

    Mr Cooke from the NIAA team in Gaithersburg said he is not aware of any psychologists who provide pro bono support for refugees, or specialize in the distress caused by family separation. This underscores the importance of friendship offered by team members.

    As a result, some volunteers expect to add advocacy to their strategy. However exhausting it may be, and however uncomfortable for her targets, Ms Whitney sees no reason to ease her criticism of the IRC. After the controversies of the past year, she also feels there is an urgent need for independent monitoring of the resettlement process and more transparency.

    On January 29 she submitted a detailed complaint about the “dire situation of Baltimore-based Afghan refugees” to the Bureau of Refugees, Population and Migration (PRM) at the State Department. A PRM official replied that the Bureau would follow up “with the organizations involved.” Early in March, Ms Whitney sent a strongly-worded complaint to the office of the Inspector General of the State Department, which referred her to the PRM Bureau.

    At the state level, Ms Whitney has also sent multiple emails to the Maryland refugee coordinator Myat Lin, who himself came to the US as a refugee from Burma 16 years ago. She also contacted Congressman Jamie Raskin and the office of Governor Larry Hogan. Although Ms Whitney talked by phone with Mr Raskin, neither initiative had gone further by the time this article was written.

    Others interviewed for this article said that the system badly needs independent monitoring from people like Ms Whitney. “There is simply no accountability” said Barbara Ferris from the IWDC.

    AP has been told that the State Department conducts spot-checks at short notice to ensure that its procedures are being followed during the first 90 days, and hopes to complete sixty such investigations by the Fall. But the Department also relies on its agency partners to follow up on individual complaints. Ms Whitney assumes this why she heard nothing back after her January 29 complaint to the PRM Bureau.

    Volunteers say that this hands-off approach by the federal government increases the importance of the Maryland Office of Refugees and Asylees (MORA) as a monitor. Myat Lin, the head of MORA, told AP that he had “responded to a number of inquiries and complaints from constituents and community members” and answered every inquiry. But, he went on, his office of four is too small to be proactive and reach out to communities.

    Ms Whitney feels that Mr Lin should be more forceful, given that his office is the conduit for millions of dollars of federal funding. She would like to see him take a tougher line with the agencies, who talk to him on a weekly basis, and follow up aggressively on complaints. Others said that Mr Lin could also play a role in bridging the gulf between the IRC and its critics, and in reconciling the two visions of resettlement outlined in this article.

    Some volunteers also plan to step up their advocacy for family reunification, which has stalled after early promises by the Biden Administration. They will also argue for passage of the Afghan Adjustment Act that would give asylum to Afghan parolees but was put on hold in 2021 and has yet to be taken up by the US Congress. Bob Cooke’s team in Gaithersburg has already approached the office of Chris Van Hollen, one of Maryland’s two senators.

    For Afghan refugees who spoke to AP for this article, such action cannot come soon enough.

    Akhtar W was one of several refugees at the Renaissance Plaza building who expressed concern that the outpouring of sympathy for Afghan refugees in the US last summer has given way to indifference. The main thing that keeps his hopes alive is the friendship and support of Ms Whitney, he said.

    This blog was published on August 25 as an AP news bulletin. Some names have been changed to ensure security.
    Iain Guest is director of The Advocacy Project. He reported on refugee issues from Geneva for the Guardian and International Herald Tribune in the 1980s and served as spokesperson for the UN Refugee Agency (UNHCR) in Cambodia during the repatriation of refugees in 1993. Email Iain at iain@advocacynet.org.

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  24. Competing Visions Undermine the Resettlement of Afghans in the US

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    Competing Visions Undermine the Resettlement of Afghans in the US

    An investigation by The Advocacy Project into the resettlement of Afghan refugees in the state of Maryland, a year after the fall of Kabul
    By Iain Guest

     

    Creative assistance: Jenna Whitney hosts a sale of Afghan rugs at her home to support a start-up by Afghan refugees

     

    Earlier this year, during a visit to Baltimore, Jenna Whitney came face to face with the challenge confronting Afghan refugees who had been airlifted to the US after the fall of Kabul on August 15 last year. She found it deeply disturbing.

    Ms Whitney, a former US government contractor who lives near Annapolis, Maryland, was among scores of concerned Marylanders who visited Afghan families after their arrival in the state from US army bases, following their harrowing escape from Afghanistan.

    The refugees were initially placed in two hotels near BWI Airport by the International Rescue Committee (IRC), one of three nongovernmental agencies hired by the US government to resettle Afghans refugees in Maryland.

    After several missions to the hotels to deliver clothes, mobile phones and food, Ms Whitney made her way to the Renaissance Plaza, an apartment block where some of the families had been placed by the IRC after leaving the hotels.

    Here she encountered two sisters, Samira I, 24 and her sister Mina, 17. Samira had worked for an NGO in Afghanistan and told Ms Whitney that she and Mina had been moved into the building by the IRC in December. They had no knowledge of the neighborhood, which is considered unsafe by many locals, and were taunted when they went out in search of food. Terrified, the sisters returned to the apartment where they stayed for the next month, relying on Afghan men in the building to visit shops on their behalf.

    When Ms Whitney visited the apartment, she found it filthy and bare of furniture except for two beds, a couch and a table. The sisters did not have an assigned IRC caseworker. Mina had not been enrolled in school, as required by federal government regulations. Ms Whitney later wrote: “Samira cried in my arms that day and said that she often wondered if she would have been better off staying in Afghanistan and letting the Taliban kill her.”

    Ms Whitney moved the two sisters out of the apartment, at their request, and into her own home. She was further incensed to learn that the IRC had withheld $2,450 given by the US Department of State to cover the basic needs of the sisters during the first 90 days after their arrival.

    Shortly after they moved, an IRC official visited the sisters and told them that the IRC had spent $5,191.92 on their rent, furniture and mobile phones, before asking Samira to sign off on the summary. Feeling pressured, Samira declined and took a screenshot of the document which she shared with Ms Whitney.

    On February 9, Ms Whitney filed a lawsuit against IRC through a law firm in Baltimore, demanding that the $2,450 be given to the sisters.

    In early March Ruben Chandrasekar, the IRC director in Baltimore, wrote to Ms Whitney accusing her and other volunteers in East Baltimore of rejecting the IRC’s offer of collaboration, ignoring the confidentiality of the refugees and “sending repeated messages to various IRC staff and leadership via email and text message, including by utilizing our clients’ personal phones, with accusations, gross factual distortions, and inappropriate demands.”

    The letter continued: “These actions and communications do nothing to further the goals I believe we share regarding the successful integration of these new Afghan community members in Maryland.”

    The letter ended by asking Ms Whitney not to contact the IRC office again. Other volunteers who work with Ms Whitney and were interviewed for this article said that IRC caseworkers had been instructed not to answer their calls. Meanwhile lawyers for the IRC have rejected Ms Whitney’s lawsuit and denied her charges.

    The Two Visions

     

    Jeanette Sudano (right) founder of Heart For Refugees and Jenna Whitney deliver kitchen utensils to a refugee family at the Renaissance Plaza apartment complex in Baltimore

    Ms Whitney’s encounter with the two sisters, and her dispute with the IRC, have come to light during an investigation by The Advocacy Project (AP) into the resettlement of Afghan refugees in Maryland a year after the fall of Kabul on August 15, 2021.

    AP supported a program to educate girls in Afghanistan between 2003 and 2010 and criticized the Biden Administration’s precipitous departure from Afghanistan. We met or talked to 21 volunteers or professionals who have worked with refugees in Maryland and Virginia, and with 13 refugees or families in preparation for this article.

    Many agreed that the tensions between the IRC and volunteers in Baltimore have exposed two starkly differing visions about the role of communities in resettling refugees in the US, and that this has major implications for resettlement in the future.

    Volunteers praised Ms. Whitney’s passion, hard work and commitment. Jeanette Sudano, a co-founder of Heart for Refugees, a community association in Maryland that has spent thousands of dollars raised by Ms Whitney, called her a “rock star.”

    But others described volunteers like Ms Whitney and Ms Sudano as “well-meaning meddlers” who have refused to acknowledge the pressures placed on agencies by the largest and most difficult resettlement effort undertaken by the US in recent years.

    One official at the Office of Refugee Resettlement (ORR), a program at the Department of Health and Human Services that funds long-term resettlement programs said bluntly: “These folks don’t have a role in the resettlement process.”

    Others said that Ms Whitney’s lawsuit shows a misunderstanding about the money that was withheld by the IRC to cover the sisters’ rent. Funding for the first 90 days of resettlement, known as Reception and Placement, is given to the resettlement agencies by the Bureau of Population, Refugees and Migration (PRM) at the Department of State to cover the basic needs of refugees, including housing. It is not given directly to the refugees themselves, even though it is often referred to as “welcome money.”

    AP made multiple efforts to reach IRC staff in Maryland but with two exceptions our emails and calls were not answered. An advance copy of this article was shared with the agency.

    Unprecedented Challenge

     

    Adding to the trauma: Many Afghan refugees were separated from their families at Kabul airport in August 2021

    The Biden Administration dubbed the airlift and resettlement of Afghan refugees “Operation Allies Welcome.” Asked to assess its success over the past year almost everyone interviewed for this article began by describing the challenge as “unprecedented.”

    The process was harrowing for the refugees themselves. Many arrived deeply traumatized after being plucked from a war zone and exposed to chaos and violence at Kabul airport. Most spoke no English and had no knowledge of their new country beyond what they had learned from working with Americans in Afghanistan.

    Adding to the stress, many had been separated from their families. Samira and Mina I, who met with Ms Whitney at the Baltimore apartment, are from a family of eight sisters. One sister is now in Oregon, two are in Russia and the remaining three are in Kabul with their parents.

    The size and speed of the evacuation was certainly unprecedented. The US airlifted over 72,000 Afghans to the US in the months following the fall of Kabul – compared to the 11,411 refugees admitted to the US in 2021 through the normal resettlement process and a similar number in 2020.

    One US government official described this as a “massive, massive undertaking.” The closest recent parallel, she said, occurred during the Obama Administration when the resettlement agencies received approximately 3,500 Syrians a week for two months. For Operation Allies Welcome, in contrast, approximately 4,000 Afghans arrived each week over five months.

    Myat Lin, who heads the Maryland Office for Refugees and Asylees (MORA), said that his state had accepted 2,032 Afghans in the Fall of 2021 and that this had placed an enormous strain on housing in particular. Rents were sky-high and the vacancy rate in Baltimore apartment buildings stood at just 2% during the pandemic, he said.

    Adding to the challenge, Maryland had almost no Afghan community before August last year according to Manizha Azizi, a former refugee from Afghanistan who now works for Homes Not Borders, a nonprofit that provides refugees with home furnishings. This absence of a prior “Afghan footprint” in Maryland robbed the new arrivals of a support system that has proved critically important in helping other refugees adapt to American culture.

    Operation Allies Welcome also put pressure on the nine nongovernmental agencies, including the IRC, that were contracted by the Department of State to manage the resettlement of the refugees.

    The IRC has worked in many of the world’s hotspots, including Afghanistan, and has long been a mainstay of the US resettlement program. According to a guest editorial on February 22 in the Baltimore Sun by Mr Chandrasekar, the IRC director in Maryland, the agency has resettled over 15,000 refugees in the US during the past twenty years.

    Experts agreed that the agencies were ill-prepared for the arrival of so many Afghans in such a short space of time. The Trump Administration had drastically reduced the number of refugees coming to the US and this, combined with the pandemic, forced agencies to lay off experienced staff and sever contacts with key community partners like rental agencies.

    “I am sympathetic to the IRC,” said Susan Krehbiel, who has worked with asylum cases and refugees since the 1980s and helps Presbyterian congregations connect with refugee programs for the Presbytery of Baltimore. “You cannot just go back and hire people – they’ve moved on.”

    The agencies were dealing with “numbers you haven’t seen in decades and trying to create a program in the midst of chaos,” even as the refugees were arriving in the US, said Ms Krehbiel. “It was not even clear which services (the refugees) would receive.”

    Mr Chandrasekar acknowledged the challenges facing the IRC in his February 22 Op-ed and asked for “patience and understanding of the scale and complexity of this operation.”

    An Offer Is Rejected

     

    Alone in a new culture: Afghan women find it particularly difficult to adapt to life the US, find friends and work

    In spite of the unprecedented nature of Operation Allies Welcome, several people interviewed for this article said the IRC had rebuffed their offer of help during the early days of the crisis.

    In August 2021, IRC officials met with several NGOs in the Baltimore area that did not receive federal funding to resettle Afghan refugees but had years of experience in providing essential services to vulnerable immigrants.

    The organizations included Esperanza, a Catholic agency that works with undocumented immigrants from Latin America; the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR), America’s largest Muslim civil rights and advocacy group; Luminus, a community network that worked with refugees in Howard County of Maryland; and the Baltimore Presbytery.

    Susan Krehbiel, who attended on behalf of the Baltimore Presbytery, said that the organizations hoped to find volunteers who could complement the IRC’s efforts at the hotels and agreed that any volunteers would have to receive screening and training. “At the same time, we were urging the IRC to embrace more collaborative ways of engaging the community, including leveraging our relationships and outreach,” she said.

    Ms Krehbiel said the discussions proved largely fruitless. “We were going back and forth about the independence of IRC and we decided at the end of the day that the refugees were more important than the public perception of the IRC,” she said. “The only concrete support we were able to offer through the IRC were 40 sets of kitchen supplies for families to cook while staying at the hotels.”

    Rebuffed by the IRC, the organizations continued their own efforts, and the Presbytery used its community connections to secure medical attention for several of the families at the hotels, including pregnant women and some newborns. Many volunteers from that period have continued to support many of the Afghans in Baltimore with social events, including an Eid celebration last May, said Ms Krehbiel.    

    The organizations also pooled their efforts and delegated to Luminus, which expanded its work to the Baltimore area and set up a new project, the Afghan Alliance of Maryland, to work with the new arrivals under Shakera Rahimi, a widely respected former OBGYN in Afghanistan.

    Several volunteers told AP that they had also offered their services to the IRC and been rejected. Bob Cooke, a retired unionist in Gaithersburg, had helped to organize an interfaith group to assist Syrian refugees in the US in 2016 and gained valuable experience and contacts with the Muslim community in Maryland.

    Mr Cooke said that he approached the IRC when the Afghans began to arrive in August 2021 and met several times with IRC staff in Baltimore. In the end, his team decided to offer their services to the Ethiopian Community Development Council (ECDC), the smallest of the three resettlement agencies working with Afghans in Maryland.

    “They (the ECDC) were looking for the most help,” said Mr Cooke. “They knew they couldn’t do it themselves. They were a lot more honest.” The IRC, in contrast, “argued that they had everything under control and wanted to do everything exactly their way. They didn’t want to give any latitude towards people like us.”

    Ms Whitney said she also approached the IRC and was asked to sign up as an IRC volunteer, attend IRC training, sign a confidentiality agreement and agree to a background check, all of which would take several weeks. “It just didn’t make sense while Afghan women were delivering babies and could not get to the hospital,” she said.

    Asked to comment, Ms Krehbiel said that the IRC had made a mistake in treating the arrival of Afghans as business as usual instead of the unprecedented crisis it clearly was, and trying to “adapt traditional methods to a non-traditional” emergency. She noted that the IRC had even failed to set up a satellite office at the extended stay hotels in Baltimore, where the Afghans first arrived. This could have avoided much of the early bad publicity and opened up a dialogue with volunteers.

    “I will say this,” said Ms Krehbiel. “Government does not integrate people. Case workers do not integrate people. Programs don’t integrate people. Only communities can integrate people in their community.”

    The Family Teams

     

    Kathy Hays, left, is part of a team working with a family of fifteen refugees near Annapolis. Here she savors the cooking of Lala, 73 (right)

    Ms Whitney herself has continued to expose what she sees as examples of “neglect and incompetence” and in the process turned into an advocate for greater transparency and accountability in the resettlement system.

    But she has also played a less confrontational role as a coordinator for over 100 volunteers who have formed 27 teams to support Afghan families in the Baltimore area. Funding has come from team members, from churches and from Ms Whitney, who has raised $24,522 through gofundme and another $60,000 through corporate donations.

    During a series of meetings with AP in recent weeks, Ms Whitney explained that the team model contrasts sharply with the traditional approach of resettlement agencies. Agency caseworkers are assigned multiple refugee families and are backed up by volunteers who go thorough IRC background checks and training, she said. Their focus is essentially short-term. Teams, in contrast, are groups of friends who offer a range of services and skills to individual refugee families for as long as is required.

    Like other team members who spoke to AP, Ms Whitney said that her own motivation was deeply personal and tinged with a sense of guilt. “I can’t turn away,” she said. “They’re coming to our country. We invited them here. It’s not like they’re being smuggled across the border. These are people we told them we would take care of, and we’re not.”

    Ms Whitney’s experience with the sisters has also convinced her that the resettlement system can demean refugees by viewing them as clients dependent on services. “It feels sort of sub-human,” she said. “These are proud people.”

    Ms Whitney said that the Baltimore teams are modeled on Arlington Neighbors Welcoming Afghans (ANWA), a network established by Ryan Alvis, a former Marine who served in Afghanistan and also felt the need to respond when she first met Afghan refugees at the hotels. “It was all about survival back then,” said Ms Alvis in a phone call with AP.

    The ANWA network has made extensive use of social media to reach out to members and the ANWA Facebook page today has more than 1,900 friends. Ms Whitney has followed ANWA’s example and posts regularly on Facebook and Amazon lists, seeking everything from blenders to sanitary pads.

    One major advantage of the team approach is a deep understanding of the communities where refugees will settle said Bob Cooke, who helped to launch the New Neighbors Interfaith Alliance (NNIA), a network of interfaith organizations in Gaithersburg to work with Afghan refugees. The alliance has supported 20 refugee families since January and raised over $70,000 from about 100 private donors. It is run by seven volunteers, including Mr Cooke, and does not have any formal legal status.

    As well as roots in the community, Mr Cooke said that his group has considerable expertise because many members are retired with successful careers behind them and time on their hands. Many of their skills are also complementary, and this allows the team to provide integrated support and address multiple needs.

    This was echoed by Hilary Smalley, one of three friends who coordinate a team in support of two Afghan brothers and their families in Glen Burnie, Maryland. Ms Smalley credited Ms Whitney with “lighting the spark” by alerting her to the crisis at the Baltimore hotels when they were in a running class together, and she helped form the team in March. A nurse by training, Ms Smalley covers the family’s medical needs. Another volunteer handles schools. Others help by driving and organizing events, from baby showers to picnics.

    The connections enjoyed by community teams allow them to locate refuge families that are in trouble and respond quickly, said Minoo Tavakoli, who escaped from Iran with her family during the revolution in 1985 and went on to head the computer department at the Columbia School of Business before retiring.

    Ms Tavakoli started a support group for the Afghan refugees in 2021 with three other Iranian-American friends and said she has probably helped “hundreds” of Afghans in the months since. She has invested almost $10,000 of her own money and said that her knowledge of Farsi made it easier to communicate with the refugees. Language is a significant barrier to their successful integration, she said.

    As their friendships with the refugees have deepened, so has the teams’ understanding of the resettlement challenges, and this has allowed them to be creative in their response. In April Ms Whitney organized a sale of Afghan rugs at her house and commissioned food for the event from a family of 15 that includes Lala A, 73, an excellent cook. Lala’s dishes proved so successful that the family wants to open a food truck.

    Often, team members respond with acts of simple kindness. Aware that Samira I was lonely, Ms Whitney took her on a tour of museums in Washington with another young refugee woman, Shogofa S, whose parents were killed by the Taliban in a bomb attack and was also pining for her siblings in Afghanistan.

    AP came across many other such examples during this research. Amy Springer, a teacher who has taken over coordination of the Arlington Neighbors Welcoming Afghans, makes a point of taking toys for refugee children whenever she visits a family. Heart for Refugees recently organized a picnic for scores of refugees which enabled Afghan men to reunite with friends they had known back in Afghanistan. Ms Azizi from Homes Not Borders described the event as “cool” and said it had helped to build the Afghan “footprint” in Maryland.

    Collaboration Between Family Teams and the Agencies

     

    Acts of kindness: Amy Springer, from the ANWA network of teams in Virginia, delivers a bike to an Afghan family in Manassas. Ms Springer delivers a toy for children every time she visits refugees

    Not all resettlement agencies view the independence of the refugee support teams as a threat.

    The smallest of the three agencies in Maryland, the Ethiopian Community Development Council (ECDC), has supported around 350 Afghans in Maryland since August 2021 and welcomes volunteers because they contribute towards the complete integration of refugees, said Katherine Stockton-Juarez, the agency’s volunteer coordinator.

    ECDC was established in 1983 to raise support for refugees from Ethiopia among Ethiopians living in the US and this focus on the receiving communities “sets us apart from other agencies,” she said. It also requires a long-term, open-ended commitment.

    Ms Stockton-Juarez said that ECDC works with about 135 volunteers and supports several initiatives that enable volunteers to contribute on their own terms. Ten are participating in First Friends, a program that encourages volunteers to build open-ended friendships with refugees. Another program works with “support groups” that help refugee families and often comprise churches.

    Earlier this year, ECDC launched a new pilot project (“co-sponsorships”) to work with teams and asked the New Neighbors Interfaith Alliance in Gaithersburg to sponsor the first family. Bob Cooke, an Alliance coordinator, had worked with ECDC during the Syrian refugee crisis. He told AP that the new assignment was significantly different from the earlier collaboration, when his group had taken over from ECDC after the initial 90 days. When it came to the Afghans, he said, ECDC asked the Alliance to assume the entire range of services (“the whole nine yards!”) from the start.

    Asked whether surrendering authority to the teams represented a risk, Ms Stockton-Juarez agreed that “rogue” volunteers can offer inappropriate support and even lead to the “scamming” of refugees. But she vets the teams carefully in advance, checks in every two weeks and is ready to intervene if she hears complaints or sees signs of “microaggression” in the way team members address the refugees. She has encountered no problems so far and the ECDC now has seven teams working as co-sponsors.

    Others interviewed for this article said that community-based organizations act as a bridge between resettlement agencies on the one hand, and communities on the other. One example is Homes Without Borders, which has provided 420 refugee families with beds, mattresses and home furnishings since August last year, according to Laura Thompson Osuri, the organization’s founder.

    Over 80% of the families have been Afghans and most were referred by agencies, including the IRC, she said: “We love the IRC and they love us.”

    While it works with the IRC, Homes Not Borders also has deep roots in the community, explained Ms Azizi, family service manager for the organization. Ms Azizi came to the US as a refugee at the age of five and well remembers the difficulties that faced her own parents in adapting to their new culture. This has given her an acute sense of the challenge facing the new wave of Afghans and her job gives her latitude to explore innovative approaches that include cooking and embroidery.

    Ms Azizi also serves on the board of two organizations, the Afghan Alliance at Luminus and the Immigrant Refugee and Outreach Center which also allows her to deepen the Afghan footprint in Maryland.

    There is wide agreement that these and other organizations will be critical as the resettlement effort enters the second year. As well as contacts, they offer specialist services that address the needs of vulnerable families that might miss out on government funding after the initial 90 days of Reception and Placement. This is examined in further detail below.

    Damaging Fallout

     

    Hilary Smalley (left) and Nancy Plaxico, active members of a family team, organized a hike at the Patapsco State Park for their two refugee families

    The success of ECDC and Homes Without Borders in working with communities has left many frustrated at the lack of collaboration between the IRC and the volunteer teams in Baltimore. This, they said, is doing real damage.

    One concern is rent, which is the single largest expense facing refugees during and after the first 90 days. Most of the 27 families supported by the teams in Baltimore were able to pay their rent during the 90 days through a combination of the federal subsidy (the so-called “welcome money”) and money raised by Ms Whitney and the teams.

    But refugees expressed anxiety and uncertainty over what happened next. The lack of communications between IRC caseworkers and volunteers has done nothing to allay their concerns.

    In a June 28 phone discussion with AP, Myat Lin, the Maryland refugee coordinator, said that his office does offer additional funding for rent after 90 days but that this is not “widely announced.”

    Ms Whitney has since learned that Mr Lin has also pledged a year of support for families that fall behind in paying rent and that he is determined that no Afghan refugee will be evicted in Maryland. The problem, she said, is that this was not communicated to the 27 refugee families in Baltimore or to the team volunteers by Mr Lin’s office or IRC caseworkers.

    Ms Whitney was also upset to hear that her own funds had gone to pay for rent when government money was available, and described this as “waste and duplication.”

    The breakdown in communications has also meant that the 27 families and their teams do not know what to expect after the initial 90 days, and whether or not the IRC remains responsible for their welfare.

    Funding for programs after the 90 days comes through The Office of Refugee Resettlement and is managed by the states. But according to Susan Krehbiel, from the Maryland Presbytery, these programs are not required to offer services to all refugees and are subject to less federal oversight than during Reception and Placement. “The only thing with teeth is (during) the 90 days,” she said.

    This leaves it unclear what the refuges can claim, and from whom. One expert told AP that refugees tend to have “unrealistic expectations” about agency support and assume “it will last forever.” This should have been addressed at US Army bases during the first phase of Operation Allies Welcome but, she said, cultural orientation at the bases was cut short because of the numbers and urgency of moving the refugees off base and into states. Rumors then spread quickly by word of mouth as refugees arrived in the states and began comparing services.

    There seems little chance of any agreement soon between the Baltimore teams and IRC. Mr Lin has urged the volunteers to help their families fill out a form designating the volunteers as representatives, and then work through agencies.

    Ms Whitney said that she will agree to a background check, and had already undergone a check through Luminus. But she is unwilling to work under the IRC. Barbara Ferris, president of the International Women’s Democracy Center, another critic of the IRC’s early handling of arrivals in Baltimore, was more blunt. Working with the IRC at this stage, she said, “would damage our credibility.”

    Several people interviewed for this article warned that the continuing stand-off and the media coverage it has generated could jeopardize government support for traditional resettlement.

    The Biden Administration has offered to accept 100,000 Ukrainian refugees and announced a new initiative on April 22 to encourage American families to assume the cost of resettling Ukrainians by forming “Sponsor Circles.” But the prospect of the federal government withdrawing altogether alarmed several experts who spoke to AP. One said his agency was worried by the possibility of abuse and even trafficking of Ukrainians.

    Others said that neither the agencies nor the communities can manage resettlement on their own. Volunteers cannot possibly provide consistent services to large numbers of refugees across the country while also adhering to onerous federal regulations. But the agencies cannot afford to ignore volunteers like Ms Whitney who have a direct line into communities.

    “Both approaches are clearly needed,” said Ms Stockton-Juarez from the ECDC.

    The Verdict So Far

     

    Land of plenty: Newly-arrived refugees discover the supermarket

    The two competing visions of resettlement color how the last year’s efforts are perceived by those who talked to AP for this article.

    Several people described the response of the agencies as nothing short of heroic. According to one federal government analysis, over half of the Afghans considered employable have found jobs and 97% of the Afghan refugees are in permanent housing.

    “Given the shortage of housing and the fact that they arrived with no jobs or a credit history, that is pretty incredible,” said one expert who works on the resettlement of Afghans. “I have been amazed to see what has been done.”

    The expert added that the resettlement agencies had been “extremely creative and committed to resettling Afghans under extremely difficult conditions – housing and labor shortages, the pandemic, and huge pace and numbers.” 

    This was echoed by Mr Lin, the refugee coordinator for Maryland, who said the government’s definition of success is whether a refugee is “able to meet his or her basic expenses with income through employment.” Prior to 2022, he said, around 70% of new refugees found work within 8 months of their arrival in Maryland – one of the best records in the country – although a “few still struggled after the 8 months.”

    Overall, Ms Whitney’s fellow volunteers are proud of their work so far. Hilary Smalley, who works with the two Afghan families headed by brothers in Glen Burnie, clashed with the IRC in March after she withdrew one of the families from housing assigned by the IRC and found work for one of the brothers. The IRC refused to release several thousand dollars of cash assistance given by the Department of State to cover rent for the family’s new apartment.

    But Ms Smalley is content with the outcome. “So many things have worked out well for (the families) that it’s hard for me to get mad,” she said. “They have jobs. Their kids are enrolled in decent schools. They’re happy and they have a car (paid for by the team.) I feel blessed.”

    But while many volunteers share Ms Smalley’s sense of accomplishment, their view of progress so far is overshadowed by the fact that they are working mainly with families in crisis.

    Although the pace has slowed, new cases continue to arrive, said Ms Whitney. In a July 28 email to the IRC she reported that a family in Baltimore that spoke very little English was “panicking” because their electricity had been shut off during a heat wave. After calling the utility company, volunteers learned that the family owed $793.5 because their IRC caseworker had forgotten to change the name on their account. Adding to their woes, the family had no baby formula. The family had tried to contact the caseworker but received no reply.

    Ms Whitney is also worried for a 16-year old refugee who was not enrolled in school and was beaten by his father after an argument. Ms Whitney had helped the father and son move to an apartment in a good school district and found the father a full-time job with benefits. But the boy was not enrolled in school by the IRC and went to work in a 7-Eleven store, only to be accused of stealing $800 by the owner and reported to the police. He later signed a confession even though he could speak barely any English.

    “If he had gone to school, I think the son would have had a better shot at making it,” said Ms Whitney.

    The Challenge Ahead

     

    The power of education: Like many Afghan refugee children, Amina, 15, has thrived at school in the US and picked up English quickly

    Jenna Whitney’s experience with Afghan families in crisis has also influenced her expectations for the challenges that lie ahead.

    Most agree that education will not be the problem it was in the early months last year. After being enrolled in school, almost all refugee children have benefited from English language training (ESL) and many have made spectacular progress. During one visit to the Renaissance Plaza building in Baltimore, AP met with Abdullah T, who lost a leg while rescuing an American soldier in Afghanistan. All of his seven children were in school and his older son – who provided translation for his father – had picked up English while waiting on the US army base.

    But Abdullah T himself was struggling to navigate a thicket of regulations and secure disability benefits. His team of volunteers predicted a difficult road ahead.

    Just how difficult it will be, they said, will also depend on the support he receives from other Afghans in the neighborhood. While most families at the Renaissance Plaza have made friends with other refugees in the building, the lack of an Afghan mosque and stores in the neighborhood will add to the problem – one reason why volunteer teams wanted to move families from the building early after their arrival. While an “Afghan footprint” may be emerging slowly in Maryland, it cannot be manufactured artificially or overnight.

    Other refugees at the Renaissance Plaza also made it clear that employment is not always the boon it is made out to be. Akhtar W took advantage of the hot job market and quickly found entry-level work as a gas attendant. Others have worked in food processing and warehouses that require little English and earned an average of around $14 an hour, according to volunteers.

    But this has placed a strain on Akhtar W, who arrived without his family and only qualified for $1,225 in federal support during the first 90 days. He sleeps in the same room as three other Afghan men who also arrived without their families so as to cover the cost of rent. Akhtar W has also been forced to take on additional part-time work in order to meet his own expenses and send money back to his family in Afghanistan. His working day sometimes lasts for 15 hours, he said.

    “Single men and women may seem more resilient but they also suffer more from loneliness,” said Ms Whitney who knows Akhtar W well. The conventional approach to resettlement has no answers for loneliness and depression, she said.

    Volunteers are also uncovering cases of family tensions which escalate into violence. Minoo Tavakoli, who works closely with Ms Whitney, is particularly worried by the pressures on refugee women who usually live with the families of their husbands and tend to be far more isolated in their new American culture than men.

    Ms Tavakoli recently learned of a pregnant refugee in Virginia who was stabbed by her husband after a dispute and only taken to hospital after a friend alerted the police. The case fell under the Lutheran Immigration and Refugee Services (LRIS), which appears to have ignored the dispute for several weeks. An LRIS caseworker eventually called the woman’s husband, even though he was also the abuser.

    In Ms Tavakoli’s view this showed that agency caseworkers are often “overwhelmed” by the number of families they have to manage and lack the skills needed to deal with such complex cases. Merely employing female caseworkers may not be enough, she said. “American women are used to yelling at men, but this does not happen in Afghanistan.”

    Overshadowing everything for many refugees is continued separation from their families in Afghanistan, and uncertainty over their legal status.

    Bob Cooke said that two refugee women known to his team in Gaithersburg had tried to commit suicide after being separated from their families at the airport. One of the women had just learned that her husband had been killed at the airport in an explosion. Separation also forces refugees like Akhtar W to find extra work because they are the only source of income for their families back in Afghanistan.

    Legal worries only add to the strain. Most of the Afghans who arrived under Operation Allies Welcome were not granted asylum, like Ukrainian refugees, but were designated “humanitarian parolees” and given two years to secure permanent residence.

    After a year many refugees feel the clock is ticking. The Biden Administration has given the Afghans temporary protection from deportation through to September 15 of next year and this could be extended. But the mere possibility of deportation adds to the anxiety and stress, said Akhtar W.

    “Coming to America has made me an enemy of the Taliban” he said. “It would be a death sentence for me to go back.” He added that the Taliban were making regular visits to his house in Kabul.

    Fashioning a Community Response

     

    Shakera Rahimi, a former OBGYN in Afghanistan, directs the Afghan Alliance of Maryland and is much admired for her work with refugee families. By employing Afghans, the Alliance is also helping to build an Afghan footprint in Maryland

    Many volunteers who spoke to AP for this article felt that the sheer range of challenges that lie ahead is another strong argument for their family teams.

    This is partly because they have doubts about the long-term programs funded by the federal government and channeled through states. According to the Office of Refugee Resettlement, Maryland received $4,163,528 for Afghan refugees in an allocation announced on December 29 last year, behind only California, Texas, Virginia and Washington state. When he talked to AP on June 28, Mr Lin said his office was managing 28 cooperative agreements with 10 partners, including the three main resettlement agencies.

    The problem with such programs, said volunteers, is that they do not address the full range of needs and vulnerabilities of individual families, identified above, and because they focus heavily on helping refugees find jobs.

    Some ORR programs certainly do focus on special needs, like Preferred Communities, which offers help to refugees from torture and LGBTQ discrimination as well as victims of trafficking and can run for up to five years.

    But many key services are barely covered. With the legal status of the Afghan parolees still in question, legal aid could be particularly important, but even the ECDC employs only one lawyer who offers pro bono advice one morning a week, said Ms Stockton-Juarez. For Ms Whitney, this makes a compelling case for volunteers like Kathy Hicks who works on Green Card applications as part of a team helping the 15-member family of Lala A near Annapolis.

    Mr Cooke from the NIAA team in Gaithersburg said he is not aware of any psychologists who provide pro bono support for refugees, or specialize in the distress caused by family separation. This underscores the importance of friendship offered by team members.

    As a result, some volunteers expect to add advocacy to their strategy. However exhausting it may be, and however uncomfortable for her targets, Ms Whitney sees no reason to ease her criticism of the IRC. After the controversies of the past year, she also feels there is an urgent need for independent monitoring of the resettlement process and more transparency.

    On January 29 she submitted a detailed complaint about the “dire situation of Baltimore-based Afghan refugees” to the Bureau of Refugees, Population and Migration (PRM) at the State Department. A PRM official replied that the Bureau would follow up “with the organizations involved.” Early in March, Ms Whitney sent a strongly-worded complaint to the office of the Inspector General of the State Department, which referred her to the PRM Bureau.

    At the state level, Ms Whitney has also sent multiple emails to the Maryland refugee coordinator Myat Lin, who himself came to the US as a refugee from Burma 16 years ago. She also contacted Congressman Jamie Raskin and the office of Governor Larry Hogan. Although Ms Whitney talked by phone with Mr Raskin, neither initiative had gone further by the time this article was written.

    Others interviewed for this article said that the system badly needs independent monitoring from people like Ms Whitney. “There is simply no accountability” said Barbara Ferris from the IWDC.

    AP has been told that the State Department conducts spot-checks at short notice to ensure that its procedures are being followed during the first 90 days, and hopes to complete sixty such investigations by the Fall. But the Department also relies on its agency partners to follow up on individual complaints. Ms Whitney assumes this why she heard nothing back after her January 29 complaint to the PRM Bureau.

    Volunteers say that this hands-off approach by the federal government increases the importance of the Maryland Office of Refugees and Asylees (MORA) as a monitor. Myat Lin, the head of MORA, told AP that he had “responded to a number of inquiries and complaints from constituents and community members” and answered every inquiry. But, he went on, his office of four is too small to be proactive and reach out to communities.

    Ms Whitney feels that Mr Lin should be more forceful, given that his office is the conduit for millions of dollars of federal funding. She would like to see him take a tougher line with the agencies, who talk to him on a weekly basis, and follow up aggressively on complaints. Others said that Mr Lin could also play a role in bridging the gulf between the IRC and its critics, and in reconciling the two visions of resettlement outlined in this article.

    Some volunteers also plan to step up their advocacy for family reunification, which has stalled after early promises by the Biden Administration. They will also argue for passage of the Afghan Adjustment Act that would give asylum to Afghan parolees but was put on hold in 2021 and has yet to be taken up by the US Congress. Bob Cooke’s team in Gaithersburg has already approached the office of Chris Van Hollen, one of Maryland’s two senators.

    For Afghan refugees who spoke to AP for this article, such action cannot come soon enough.

    Akhtar W was one of several refugees at the Renaissance Plaza building who expressed concern that the outpouring of sympathy for Afghan refugees in the US last summer has given way to indifference. The main thing that keeps his hopes alive is the friendship and support of Ms Whitney, he said.

     

    Some names have been changed for this article

     

    Iain Guest is director of The Advocacy Project. He reported on refugee issues from Geneva for the Guardian and International Herald Tribune in the 1980s and served as spokesperson for the UN Refugee Agency (UNHCR) in Cambodia during the repatriation of refugees in 1993. Email Iain at iain@advocacynet.org.

     

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  25. Winding Down and Maintaining Hope Amidst Political Chaos

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    I feel summer winding down. Whispers of required textbooks and move-in dates are beginning to swirl around in my inbox. I’ve said goodbye to other peace fellows, friends, and family. With the imminent transition back to school and away from my summer fellowship, I can’t help but reflect on the past few months. I find that my summer was much richer having worked on these projects, nourished by the companionship of my zoom meetings, and challenged by the demands of our international development projects. 

    Covid awareness training outside of Mitukuli tribal village, India. Photo taken by our partner volunteer Jeevan Rekha Parishad.

     

    Alongside my projects in Bangladesh and India, I was trying to make sense of the world around me. A minoritarian court has swiftly axed the right to privacy. The gun epidemic has become so ingrained in American culture that this past 4th of July, we paradoxically celebrated our freedoms while mass shootings unfurled across the country. Climate change ravages communities around the globe, bowing down to no one–not even the stock market. On top of it all, our leaders seem incompetent and ill-equipped to break the cycle of despair. With all of the woes of the world packaged into headlines and broadcasted to every corner of our hearts, how can one not be cynical? How does one not sit with the confounding, paralyzed by our deeply flawed institutions? I, along with many other people, have felt this sense of disbelief. However, I think cynicism can be an appropriate response to the continuous catastrophic events being hurled at us daily. 

    At the same time, I realized while there is time to be cynical, there is also time for action. Recently, the largest piece of climate legislation was passed in the United States. Only a couple weeks before, voters vowed to protect Roe in states that I would have imagined such a result to be politically infeasible. In my work with The Advocacy Project, I was told that an additional boat to feed families on Mayadip Island is being constructed. Additionally, our partner in India has successfully vaccinated 832 individuals previously deemed inaccessible by the government. That number is continuing to climb. With every gift of good news, I remember that there are so many communities coming together, envisioning a better future for ourselves. 

    I feel grateful to work alongside The AP Staff and our community partners on these projects. I’ve learned that international development in communities takes a lot of communication with the affected community. It is better to build up infrastructure and work alongside local communities without imposing. These connections have proven to be long lasting, dynamic, and impactful. As you can imagine, the creative energy shared by AP and our partners means our projects are a continuous effort to help out. When a project seems to end, we ask ourselves, “What next?” Academically and professionally, I could not have asked for a more positive environment at The Advocacy Project. I felt supported and trusted as an equal by those at the heart of this organization. Their encouragement was infectious, and I hope to carry such positivity wherever I land next. Thank you to my team for a great summer!

     

  26. Latrine Handover Ceremony: A Day to Remember

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    With all the preparations leading up to the handover ceremony, there was a lot at stake and a lot of nerves. While Emma and Patrick had done a handful of latrine handover ceremonies over the years and were comfortable speaking to large crowds, this would be my first time delivering a speech to an audience of over one hundred adults.

    Upon arrival to Awach P7, we immediately noticed that the teachers had organized all the students outside to take part in the speech ceremony. While we were not opposed to the idea, we (myself and the GDPU team) did not inform the head teacher to remove the students from their classes. While we attempted to make the event inclusive to the students, microphone troubles prevented us; as a result, the students were sent back to their classrooms and the parents and guests took their seats.

    Guests taking their seats before the ceremony

    The handover ceremony began with the recital of the national anthem of Uganda. With over 100 guests in attendance and a speech panel of over a dozen, we were able to proceed. Emma led the introduction, delivering a beautiful speech on behalf of GDPU as well as a speech written by Iain on behalf of Advocacy Project. Speeches were then delivered by guests including the head of the DEO who happens to be from Awach as well as many members of the GDPU board. Joyce, the head teacher, gave a heart-warming speech, thanking all involved who were able to make her dream a reality possible. I followed Joyce’s speech,  giving thanks to the contractor and builders, faculty at Awach P7, Joyce, and the GDPU, and an overall appreciation of gratitude to the parents and all those involved for allowing me to be a part of this latrine project and for welcoming me with kindness and open arms.

    Emma giving her speech at the handover ceremony

    After the speech ceremony, it was time to visit the latrines. We all made our way from our seats down the newly cemented path which lead to the girl’s new latrine to the ribbon cutting. Two members from Gulu’s District Education Office and myself cut the ribbon, which was followed by cheering and a rush to get a first glance at the latrines and the changing room. Parents and guests were ecstatic, thanking Emma, Patrick, and myself for a job well done. After the ribbon cutting ceremony, we made our way back to our seats for a special surprise.

    Ribbon cutting ceremony

     

    Everyone eager to get a glimpse at the new latrines

    Joyce and the faculty at Awach P7 had arranged a cultural dancing show for all the guests as a sign of gratitude. For the next thirty means leading up to lunch, we were presented with beautiful dancing, singing, and even a Boy Scout and Girl Scout presentation. As I sat in amazement and admiration of the performances, I came to see how incredibly vital not only the latrines were, but the involvement of the parents were, truly bringing together the community for a day I will never forget.

    Singing and dancing skit about cultural marriage

    After the cultural dancing show, it was time to indulge in our delicious lunch. For the first time in WASH project history, it was not just the guests who were treated to meat, but all the students as well! Beef, posho, beans, and soda were served to over 1,500 people, a feat that was not easy to pull off, but we were able to make it happen! The meat was a very special treat for the students, especially considering the fact they are only served beans, posho, and porridge everyday at school and meat is expensive and often served only for special occasions.

    Lunch preparation

    After lunch, I connected my phone to the speaker and put on some local Acholi music. Everyone got up off their chairs and started singing and dancing, it was a sight to be seen. While my dancing skills are fair to say the least, I got up, tried to copy the moves, and got everyone clapping and laughing. During the dancing, Joyce made an announcement that there were some gifts for me. I was gifted not one, but two cakes, a beautiful chicken, and a bag full of delicious mangoes. Saying farewell to the faculty, students, and parents of Awach P7 was incredibly difficult, but I hope to return next year as well as keep in touch with Joyce to get updates on how the latrines are functioning.

    The chicken I was gifted which I named Kyle Jr.

     

    I will always value my time with GDPU and Awach P7. Thank you Advocacy Project for making this all possible.

     

    An incredible day filled with smiles and laughter

  27. Two Stickers for the Price of One

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    As WAP’s funding is nearing to end, it was vital for us to look for ways to reduce the cost of production this summer. Therefore, after dedicating a whole week to organizing WAP’s financials, we decided to see what cost could be reduced and how can we achieve that. From the financials and our conversations, we realized that we could not cut the cost down on raw materials because going cheaper would compromise the quality of the soap. Hence, we started looking for ways to cut costs in other parts of production.  Looking back, I can say that we have achieved this goal in multiple ways. We have found a way to pack the soap bottles in cheaper cases. In addition, we also have established a way to recycle and reuse the soap bottle caps. But one of the most significant ways we have achieved this goal is by; cutting the cost of soap sticker labels by less than a half.

    In our initial conversations, we recognized that we needed to reduce the cost of obtaining the sticker labels for the soap bottles. My first idea was to print the stickers in-house rather than continue using an overpriced external vendor. WAP was also very excited about this vision, but we accepted that due to a lack of budget, we could not execute this plan this year.  Nevertheless, this still remains as one of WAP’s next-year’s visions. Therefore, we have already researched and identified the printer that will help them reduce costs and be more efficient. A label printer will be a logical investment for the organization as WAP requires thousands of sticker labels in every production cycle.

    For now, we shifted our gear to find a new vendor who can print the stickers in a cheaper and more efficient way. The two key things I was seeking from a new vendor were: cost reduction and stickers that are printed precut. During the June Production, I recognized that WAP really needed a more efficient process for stickers. Till now, WAP had been using a vendor who gave them large sheets of printed sticker labels with thousands of stickers on them. WAP girls then manually cut the stickers one by one before peeling and sticking them on the bottles. To understand how efficient this process is, I tried cutting some of the stickers myself. It took me around a minute and a half to cut one sticker. This was when I realized that this process had to change for many reasons.  First, cutting stickers manually takes a lot of time. Second, because cutting stickers was a manual process, there was so much room for errors and irregularities in shapes. Lastly, each sticker costs $0.12 a piece, a big chunk of production cost per bottle.

    WAP girls cutting bottle sticker labels manually for hours.

    In search of a better vendor and alternative, Dickson and I visited a new sticker printing company. It was called Vinat Printing Solutions. We had a long and thorough meeting with its sales team, who gave us detailed information and quotation for the stickers. At the end of the meeting, we were very satisfied with their work and the quotation they provided. There were two key points that really made us choose this new vendor. First, Vinat prints precut stickers, meaning we will no longer be cutting the stickers manually. In addition, the price for the Vinat sticker is $0.05 per sticker label, which is less than half of the old sticker price.

    Meeting with Vinat Sales Team (looking for a new sticker vendor)

    We are extremely pleased with this development and pleasantly surprised by the margin of cost reduction. I am thrilled that this new sticker will make the production process easier and more time efficient for the WAP girls.

  28. New and Improved Case Packaging

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    This summer has been challenging and rewarding at the same time. Many accomplishments were part of our work plans, but some were unexpected. One of the incredible and unexpected achievements this summer was finding a way to improve the Clean Girl soap packing process. This improvement came out of a necessity when WAP was stuck in its production cycle and desperately needed a way to complete the production amid an electricity outage.

    As we were nearing the completion of June production, we faced a major electricity challenge. More than 3,000 soap bottles were produced and ready to be packed in 6-pack cases. Unfortunately, we didn’t have electricity at the facility due to a faulty battery and inverter. Since WAP used a heat gun to shrink and seal the case packs, not having electricity caused the bottles to be stuck at the facility. While we were working on buying a new battery and an inverter, the process was taking time. Therefore, on the side, we started brainstorming other ways to package soap cases that wouldn’t require heat so we could deliver the soaps to the markets as soon as possible.

     

    Rosemary using a heat gun to seal and shrink the case packs. 

    In this process, Constance and I revisited the NetPak Packaging solution to understand if they had any product that could help us solve this issue. Pepe, the sales agent, brought some samples of plastic sacks that could fit six bottles of soap. We tried the bags by putting soap bottles in them and realized it would work. The only challenge with this new packing system was to come up with a way to seal the top of the bags. In WAP’s old process, a plastic sheet would cover the six bottles, and a heat gun would shrink and seal it from everyside. Since we wanted to avoid using a heat gun, we had to come up with ideas to seal the packs without using electricity.

    Although coming up with an idea to seal the bags was going to be a challenge, we understood that this new packaging system was a great find for many reasons. First, this new way of packing will eliminate the need for electricity in the packing process. Second, it is a faster and more efficient way to pack. And lastly, the cost for these new bags is much lower than the previous packaging that required a heat gun to seal. The new packaging will pack 6000 bottles at a $100 price, whereas the old packaging packed around 4,000 for every $100. Hence this improvement would essentially save the cost of packing around 2000 soap bottles.

    With much excitement, the day after we bought the plastic bags, starting brainstorming for ways to seal the top. We realized that for now, we could use heavy-duty tapes and staplers to seal. The combination of the two creates a strong seal, and the packaging also looks very presentable and easy to carry. This new packing has allowed us to complete our production cycle and deliver soaps to the markets already. We are extremely happy about this improvement, but of course, this is just a first step. We recognize that the sealing process can be better in the future, and WAP will continue to look for ways to perfect it.

    WAP ambassador Trish and I trying to find a way to seal the new plastic packs without using electricity.

    All sealed up and ready to be delivered in our new packing cases.

  29. Day Five and Counting…

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    Today marks the fifth day of living without electricity and running water. I have a generator half full of fuel which I use only one hour a day to charge all my devices. I also have a small camping stove where I prepare quick meals and drinks such as boiled eggs, noodles, and teas. This is the third power cut in the past two weeks. Every passing day, the Zimbabwean government sends a generic notice that says, “we are working round the clock to fix the issue, and the power should be restored soon.” By now, the term “soon” is starting to lose its meaning for me. Being a Nepali, I am not foreign to frequent power cuts and water shortages; hence I thought I wouldn’t feel this restless. Maybe living in the U.S. has changed me to be used to having electricity and water with no second thoughts.

    Interestingly, one thing I appreciate right now is how the power cuts had led me to disconnect from my electronics and reminisce about the days I lived in Nepal. During those days, frequent power cuts called “load shedding” were common in Kathmandu. Often, we wouldn’t have power for as long as 16-20 hours a day in the winter seasons. The schedule for power cuts was unpredictable. In addition, since the water pumps that supplied government water were connected through electricity, no power meant no running water. Most of the time, load sharing happened during the night times. Power would shut off in the middle of dinners or while watching some Indian drama series and lounging.

    Looking back at those times, I realize how many beautiful memories we created as a family while trying to pass the time during load-shedding hours. We used to sit around the dining table with a candle in the middle and chat for hours. We would go on the rooftop to star gaze and talk to neighbors. We sat on the porch and ate peanuts and oranges while chatting. Perhaps for me, what stands out the most is the memories of my grandparents during those days. Both my grandparents had their fun way of dealing with power cuts. My grandmother loved telling stories, and load shedding gave her the audience she always wanted. Undistracted and attentive. She loved telling us about her life journey, her past incidents, my father’s childhood, and stories about my village and how it used to be so different when she was young. Whatever story she told, she was engaging and theatrical. I don’t know about my siblings, but I immensely enjoyed these stories during power cuts.

    My grandfather’s favorite pastime activity was playing card games. We would sit on the floor in a circle and play cards with him. He knew so many card games and tricks which made it always fun. Sometimes, he would take a quick stroll to pick up some street snacks for us. While playing, we would eat those snacks, chat, and laugh. One another thing about my grandfather that I fondly remember is his persistence in switching on the water pumps frequently at night. Since we had running water only when the electricity worked, he would check the water pump every time the power was back on, no matter when it was. He used to say that the best time to switch on the water pump is when the electricity comes back late at night. According to him, at late night, no one else is pumping water which means we would get an uninterrupted water supply. With this logic, the minute when the electricity would come back on, even if it were at midnight or 3 am, he would run to the water pump and switch it on to see if water was coming. Sometimes, it would work; sometimes, it wouldn’t. But on the days when it would, he used to knock at our bedroom doors to wake us up to fill up water tanks, even at 3 am. Although it wasn’t fun to wake up at those hours to fill up the jars, thanks to him, we always had enough water.

    So, these are the beautiful and fun memories that stay with me even though both my grandparents are not around anymore. Load shedding was serendipity that helped us bond as a family. And I sit here today, thousands of miles away from Nepal, facing similar challenges I am reminiscing those memories for some comfort and smiles.

     

     

  30. Coping Mechanisms to Combat Economic Challenges

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    The turmoil of economic challenges is not a new phenomenon for Zimbabwe. It has endured recessions and hyperinflations many times. Perhaps these frequent downturns have been the biggest lessons for Zimbabweans to find their own way to cope with economic challenges. They have learned to rely on one another more and less on the government.

    One of the most significant parts of Zimbabwean resiliency is informal markets. Zimbabweans turn to informal markets for everything from buying groceries to catering for other daily needs. Sure, designated shops such as supermarkets and shopping malls exist, but prices in those stores are not affordable for every group of people. This is the reason why informal markets exist. So, where are these informal markets? Its everywhere! If you need some sweet potatoes for dinner, just drive by one of the big boulevards where you will see vendors selling buckets full of sweet potatoes. If you need to do bulk shopping, go to Mbare, where you will find fresh fruits and vegetables at almost half the price of the supermarkets. If you need to buy some clothes, don’t worry, the informal market has that covered too. There is a whole street area where second-hand clothes and shoes are sold. My favorite is always the roadside bananas that I buy quite often. Believe it or not, I have always found them much tastier than the ones I get from supermarkets. After living in this country for a month, I have understood what informal markets mean for the locals. It is the way to deal with high prices and unemployment.

    Informal markets mean job creation, informal markets mean being able to pay for food and services, and informal markets mean continuing life in a volatile economy. Informal markets do not only mean roadside vendors that sell stuff. It extends to providing services such as electricity, transport, repairs, etc. If Zimbabweans need any services, they first scout in their own community for a member who can provide those services instead of going to designated stores. Whether through their church community, personal contacts, or relatives, they find someone who can cater to their needs without having to go to a store where the cost of acquiring those services is often higher.

    Another fascinating thing I have learned about Zimbabwe is how helpful people are to one another. This sense of helping one another is evident in how they resolve transport issues. Zimbabweans understand the challenge of transport all too well. Government public transportation, “Zupco,” serves in limited areas only. As a result, picking up hitchhikers is quite normal here. From main streets to small allies, people do not hesitate to wave at cars passing by to get a lift. That is how people who do not have cars get from one place to another.

    Lastly, Zimbabweans have come to believe that “cash is king.” Let me rephrase that, “US dollar is king.” Rtgs (Zimbabwean local currency) holds very weak value against US dollars which is why Zimbabwean prefer to hold their asset in US dollars. They also feel more comfortable storing their wealth in hard cash (US dollar) because, in the past, the money they kept in the banks lost too much value during hyperinflations. As a result, Zimbabweans feel that the banking system is too risky and that the cash in hand is the only cash that matters. This is why the Zimbabwean market is predominantly cash-based, and it is common for an average person to not have any debit card. If they require any transaction that involves a debit card, they simply borrow it from someone else.

    Overall, amid rising prices and volatile exchange rates, Zimbabweans have found their informal way to survive and carry on. In a country where once one loaf of bread costed 300 billion Rtgs, people have taken it upon themselves to form a system that works for them. In just a month of living here, the cost of a loaf of bread has changed from $1.06 to $2 already. I am concerned about where the Zimbabwean economy is moving once again, disappointed in the lack of government efforts, but hopeful that Zimbabwean resiliency will continue to strengthen them.

  31. Farewell But Not Goodbye

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    Almost finished with the training

    It was an incredibly emotional ending to our embroidery training in Gulu. 

    All of the blocks were completed, photos were taken, plans were made for next blocks and new designs.  Then we sat in a circle and Victoria asked anyone who wished to do so to tell us (the AP team) what the experience of the embroidery project had meant to her. 

    I thought the training had gone well.  The women seemed to enjoy it and we had become “quiet” friends – nothing loud or boisterous but just nice. I was not prepared for the responses we received. 

    Nighty was the first to speak and she did so for a good five minutes, explaining that being a part of this group had helped her to feel a part of something important and how she really felt she had accomplished something this week.  She said she was sorry that they had nothing to give to us to show how much they appreciated our efforts.

    Concy spoke next and said because of this project and the payment she received today, she would be able to pay her child’s school fees so he could continue.  Then Stella spoke, very softly telling us how she had joined other groups but none that were so transparent and welcoming.  She spoke about how she felt when her child died and no one was there to support her but this group of women support her and the training has given her purpose. We were all wiping our eyes by the time she had finished.

    Judith told us that her daughter who is struggling to stay at university had received an eviction notice but this money would allow her to help her daughter.  Margaret, proudly wearing an Obama tee shirt, called the training a miracle – that someone would care for them at a difficult time (speaking of the pandemic) and would follow through on what they had promised.

    Every woman who spoke, and they all did, added to this feeling of being a part of something larger than themselves – a sisterhood, a group of people they could now call upon for help in times of need. Even sweet, shy Concy A. brought a tear when she too said how fortunate she felt to be a part of this project which had given her so much already.

    And then it was my turn to speak.  It was difficult to gain control of my emotions and my voice.  But I was able to tell them that they had indeed given me something very valuable.  Although many of my experiences during COVID, when this project with the war survivors started, were clearly different from their own struggles, I told them of how lonely and hopeless I felt but how the blocks they made for the war story quilts and the COVID quilt made me feel connected to them. I told them that working to get their blocks made into quilts had given me purpose.  I told them that their strength had given me strength and their work had made me a better artist too.  I told them we had established a sisterhood of strong, creative women.

    I have said over and over that the embroidery we carry out through The Advocacy Project is important. The story quilts help the world to understand the struggles and tragedies of many people.  The COVID quilts help others understand not just the different experiences of this horrible time, but also the shared experiences regardless of geographic location or economic situation.  Generating income has become another important outcome of the projects.

    However, as I’ve now worked personally with groups in four countries, I know for certain that the most important aspect of this embroidery is the sharing and healing that occurs when women come together to create and to help others and themselves.  The women today each spoke of that impact on their lives and I do as well.  We stitch together.  We heal ourselves and we heal each other.

  32. Uganda: A Contrast in Style and Spirit

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    Training in Uganda Under the Mango Tree

     

    Day One of embroidery training in Uganda and the contrast to Zimbabwe could not be more evident.  The ladies of Uganda are more mature, more practiced in their embroidery skills, and far more serious than their younger counterparts.  Introductions were very formal and there was a shyness about them, as though they didn’t have any idea of their ability.  When we showed them photos of three of the quilts that their embroidery had produced (war stories, COVID, and bread) they were really delighted that their work had been presented so well.  I wish I had jettisoned a couple more shirts and trousers to make room in my suitcase for at least one of the quilts.  I think seeing it in person would have shown their artistry to even greater advantage.

    Then, on to the business at hand – embroidery.  These ladies are very interested in having their work become a regular source of income.  When Victoria and I met in Washington, DC earlier this summer, we  discussed themes that the ladies might attempt and we settled on birds of Eastern Africa. I sent her photos of the most colorful and iconic avian subjects I could find and she commissioned an artist to produce sketches that could be used for embroidery. 

    I would have preferred discussing this with the ladies, but our time is short and Victoria seemed to think this was a subject they would embrace – and they did. Each chose a bird to her liking and, based on color photos, began to select threads to match.  They really wanted threads to match exactly what they saw in the photos but that’s just not possible so I began to draw on their creativity.  What color could you use instead?  Which colors are the most important in this design?  How could you create a color you want if there isn’t one available in the hundreds of skeins of embroidery floss I had brought for them? 

    As I suspect they have done for much of their lives, they found a way to make it work.  Many of them are working by using two different colors at once to create a new color.  The effect is amazing and they are very pleased with their work.

    As the afternoon progressed, their experience with needlework became even more apparent.  Their stitches were consistent, even, very neat and they were fast!  When I teach embroidery, I always tell my students that “good is better than fast!”.  Here, I got both – good and fast!  I have no doubt that many will finish their first block before the training ends on Friday.

    One thing that has slowed me down a little is that much of the instruction has to be done with an interpreter.  I can show them how something is to be done but much of that still requires an explanation and “embroidery words” are probably not the most important ones taught during English instruction.  However, as with any group, those who were first to grasp a new concept, quickly helped others. That sense of support and sharing is one of the important results of coming together for this work.  They support one another, they encourage one another, they share ideas and thread.

    “The whole is greater than the sum of its parts” clearly applies here.  I simply cannot overestimate the benefits of coming together to share the creative process.

    As the afternoon progressed, you could see them relax more with each stitch.  The smiles became more frequent and now and then a burst of laughter would let me know that we had reached the sweet spot of what this training represents.  Yes, it’s a way to earn money. Yes, it’s a way to hone their skills to perhaps improve their income even further. But, more importantly, it’s a way to share positive experiences and to feel good about themselves after the terrible hardships they’ve endured.

  33. In Zimbabwe Colors Matter

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    As my journey of living in this beautiful country continues, I am learning more and more about how unique Zimbabwe is. Everyday there is something I learn that makes me go, “Oh, I see!” One very interesting thing I learned recently is; about Zimbabweans’ love for colors. In Zimbabwe, color matters, which is very apparent in everyday life, from their vibrant cultural attires to colorful product packaging at supermarkets.

    I never thought I would write about colors, but here we are! When I learned through my WAP team what colors mean for soap production, I couldn’t help but write a short blog about it. So, in one of my initial meetings with WAP, I came to understand a recent challenge that they were facing in soap production. Some customers had recently commented about the discoloration of the soap. The dye used in the soap was separating from other chemicals when the temperature was too warm. To tackle this issue, I started learning more about soap production and how vital a dye is in making soaps. After understanding the production process and the ingredients used in soap, I realized that dye is not one of the essential elements in making soaps. In other words, you can make a dish soap without using dye.

    With this realization, I was super excited to have the conversation about possibly leaving dye out of the soap process and producing soaps without it. I proposed that doing so would make our soap product even more appealing to customers as we are using fewer chemicals in the products. In addition, this solution will also cut the cost of production down as we will eliminate one raw material from the production. To my surprise, the response from the WAP team was totally different. When they heard my idea of leaving the dye out of soap, they all said, “No! We can’t do that. We need color.” This was when they started talking about the importance of color in Zimbabwe. WAP ambassadors mentioned that people love color in Zimbabwe. Colors symbolize quality, aesthetics, and appeal. When customers use soap with color, they think it’s a good quality soap and cleans the dishes properly. If there were no color, people would feel like the dish soap was not good enough for use or is spoiled. Therefore, the idea of taking the dye out of the soap process was not a viable one.

    While we are still working on solving this issue of discoloring soap, tackling this issue has turned into an opportunity to learn more about Zimbabwean culture and reflect on the contrast between the U.S. and Zimbabwean markets. In the U.S., with changing generations, people are leaning more and more towards natural products and prefer cutting down on added chemicals and colors in products. These days, markets are filled with products that have tag words such as all-natural, chemical-free, 100% natural color, no color added, etc. People are often willing to pay more for products with such tag words. Whereas in Zimbabwe, customers are drawn toward products with vibrant colors and packagings. They care about the color of their products; whether natural or added, they must be vibrant and colorful. When you visit stores, you will hardly see products in darker colors, such as black or grey. Most market products have vibrant color packagings, usually in red, yellow, orange, and blue. As one of the WAP ambassadors said, “In Zimbabwe, colors matter from baby products to household essentials; if there is no color, it’s not good enough.”

  34. Positive Vibes and KFC

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    We’ve just completed Day Two of embroidery training in Harare, Zimbabwe.  I’ve seldom had a group of such enthusiastic students.  When I arrived on site this morning, they were already hard at work practicing the stitches I had shown them the day before.  It was a pleasure to point out to them that their stitches were improving with each new attempt.  They were attentive, asked questions and asked for clarification as needed.  Additionally, they were all so supportive of one another. And the laughter. . .  How do I begin to describe that?  Joyous! Infectious! Heart-felt!

    My plan (and, as a lifelong teacher, I did have one!) was to have them embroider African birds, or flowers, or butterflies.  They were having none of that.  They politely looked at the books I had lugged from home, set them aside and began checking out images on their cell phones.  So, what designs did they come up with?  We have several African village scenes. There are women cooking over an open fire or winnowing grain (with babies on their backs). There are blocks with African instruments – drums and rattles made of gourds.  And one young woman walked in with an axe she wanted to show on her block.  This was not just any axe but a beautiful one with a sleek and glossy ebony handle.  The blade looked to be hand-hewn and clearly not assembled by any machine.  I’m not sure why it was so appealing to me, but I would really love to bring it home.  That’s not likely to happen.

    I’ve been able to share my “tricks of the trade” about how to thread needles and tie knots.  I’ve given them several mantras to commit to memory and repeat as they are working: “Loose stitches are better than tight ones!”  “Keep your thread on the same side of the stitch!”  “Small stitches are usually better!” and, of course, the most important, “High quality is essential!”  They are quoting these back to me with a twinkle in their eye.

    We are focusing on the positive, about what they can do, not on what they can’t.  When it came time to draw designs for their blocks after a day and a half of learning and practicing stitches, there was almost a chorus of, “I can’t draw!” I was able to convince most of them that they really could.  Those few who didn’t believe me, enlisted the aid of one of the girls who graciously helped them out.  She was definitely pleased that her skill was recognized.  I admit it is not always easy for me to tell a girl she has to take out some stitching because it just doesn’t meet the standard (High Quality!) but they take it well, cheerfully starting again.

    I have to say, I was the one who usually called for a break during the day.  They never complained. They never stopped working.  In fact, when lunch was finally ready today, it took me a while to get them to stop, even though we were serving their favorite – Chicken n’ Chips from KFC.  When they settled down to eat, that’s when the room got really quiet.  As they finished, the laughter rose once again, they gathered their things, and left for home with happy calls of “See you tomorrow,” ringing in the air.

             

  35. Installing Accessible Toilets in Northern Uganda – the Story Up to Now

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    Our stakeholders: Over half of the primary schools in Gulu District suffer from unhygienic toilets and a lack of water

     

    This summer, The Advocacy Project will resume support for one of our most successful initiatives – the installation of accessible toilets at primary schools in Gulu District, Uganda.

    The program was suspended in 2020 as a result of the pandemic and we hope that its resumption will help to revive education in Northern Uganda after two years of brutal lock-down. This will be the fifth school to benefit from our support. After installing a WASH package in four primary schools since 2015 our Ugandan partner, the Gulu Disabled Persons Union (GDPU), can be counted on to do a fine job!

    This blog provides some background.

    2011 Peace Fellow Rebecca Scherpelz raised the alarm about accessible toilets

    The toilet program dates back to 2011 when Rebecca Scherpelz a Peace Fellow who was working at GDPU wrote a memorable blog – ‘The (in)accessible Toilet – when Nature Calls and Society Hangs Up’ – about the scandalous lack of public accessible toilets and the problems this created for people in wheelchairs. The blog was widely read and Rebecca herself returned to school (University of Maryland) on a mission. She launched a fundraiser (entitled “Please Give a S#*t!) and raised around $2,000 – enough to pay for an accessible toilet back in Uganda.

    The task of spending Rebecca’s small windfall fell to Patrick Ojok, the GDPU program manager, and John Steies, who succeeded Rebecca as the Peace Fellow at GDPU in 2013. They decided on the Gulu bus park in the town center which was widely frequented by people with disability and installed a splendid toilet with a porcelain bowl, sink, faucets and flushing water. John and Patrick pulled out all the stops to complete the project in time, and wanted nothing but the best for their clients. But a crowded bus park with a transient population was probably not the best location for a sophisticated toilet and it was quickly vandalized.

    It might have worked if someone had assumed responsibility for the toilet and charged fees, but the people who most needed to use the toilet were in no position to pay. Lacking stakeholders, the toilet went the way of so many development dreams that are designed from afar with the best of intentions and imposed on communities with no incentives to make them work.

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    Patrick Ojok from GDPU meets Ivan Olanya (right), victim of bullying, at the Tochi School

    At the same time, the problem identified by Rebecca itself had not gone away and some important lessons had been learned. GDPU and AP decided to explore the idea of accessible toilets in a completely different environment – schools – where the importance of hygiene is well understood by the teachers and parents.

    In the summer of 2014, I visited the Tochi Primary School (489 students) with Partick from GDPU and Kathryn Dutile, an AP Peace Fellow who was studying WASH at Manchester University.

    We were shocked at the state of the school toilets and even more shocked to learn that toilets were intricately linked to bullying and disability. It turned out that school bullies were smearing feces on the handrails of the school’s single accessible toilet to frighten students with a disability. One student in particular, Ivan Olanya, was being singled out because other students were jealous of his good grades. I described our findings in this news bulletin. It was clear that toilets were playing a large – and rather nasty – role in the life of the Tochi school and community.

    This visit opened the way to what has become one of AP’s most imaginative and important programs. With Patrick in the lead, GDPU and AP decided to raise funds to build a new toilet at Tochi that was fully accessible, and back it up with inclusivity training to educate students and staff about disability, bullying and hygiene.

    The task of coming up with the money again fell to our 2015 Peace fellow Josh Levy. Josh launched a Gofundme campaign and raised over $4,000, which was enough to cover the cost in installing the first accessible toilet at the Tochi School. He then helped Patrick to oversee the project (and became well known in the village for taking his pet monkey to the site).

    Enrolment rose at the Tochi school after the toilet was installed and AP has made a point of visiting Ivan in subsequent years. He is now in college – perhaps the best indicator of success!

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    Before the renovation: Prisca Okello, principal at the Ogul School, took a group of parents and carried back these abandoned toilets from an IDP camp to make up for the lack of toilets at her school

    By the summer of 2016 Patrick had visited more schools and realized that students with a disability were not the only victims of filthy, unhygienic toilets. So why were we only focusing on their needs? This seemed unfair and even discriminatory. Together, GDPU and AP decided that if there was to be another toilet project, it would benefit the entire school.

    The toilet project raised almost $5,000 in 2016, thanks to a generous donation from the online giving platform Givology. We sent Amy Gillespie, a Peace Fellow who had been trained as a social worker, to help GDPU install the WASH package at a second school. Unfortunately, it was too late to begin that summer and the money was rolled over to the following year.

    Work began at the Ogul School in June 2017 and drew on the Tochi experience. By now GDPU had refined its procedures and put out a call for three tenders. The selected contractor did a fine job and one reason was that his team was from the local community, as our Peace Fellow Lauren Halloran noted in one of her blogs. (The welder Abonga Collins had even studied at the school.) The new toilets were opened in August and by the end of the summer several hundred more students were benefitting from a healthy school environment.

    Lauren was succeeded as the GDPU Peace Fellow in 2018 by Chris Markomanolakis, a student at the University of Maryland who had worked in the Peace Corps and was addicted to field work. Patrick had met with the District Education Officer (DEO) and together they had agreed to refurbish the toilets at the Awach Central Primary School. This would be a major undertaking because the school had 991 students – more than twice as many as Tochi. Moreover, over a hundred had a disability. The Awach toilets were in terrible shape but Chris rolled up his sleeves (literally) and developed an ambitious plan and budget with Patrick. Chris also put out the word to his own network and submitted a proposal to Water Charity, which agreed to provide some much-needed support.

    After: The entire village turned out to celebrate the new accessible toilet at Tochi School (2015)

    The team decided to install several new stances (individual stalls) at Awach, one of which would be accessible, and renovate another block of stalls which were basically unusable in their current shape. Patrick and Chris also addressed the special needs of girl students. Not only did girls have to wait in line for ages, but many were having perio

    ds and needed some private space where they could change and dispose of used tampons. GDPU responded by constructing a changing room for girls only. This important feature quickly became part of GDPU’s evolving WASH model.

    The second noticeable feature of the Awach project was the involvement of the parents. This had always been central to GDPU’s vision because it gave parents a practical way to engage with the education of their children, and parents had been a big help to Lauren during the Ogul project.

    But the number of volunteer parents at Awach – well over 100 – surprised even GDPU. They spent three days digging out a large latrine pit for the new toilets, while the long-suffering contractors were also given the unpleasant task of emptying the existing latrine, which was overflowing. This had to be done by hand, in the boiling sun, and took several days. Chris spent several hot and smelly hot days at their side, recording the process.

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    After four successful schools projects, Patrick Ojok at GDPU is recognized as an authority of WASH, disability and education in Northern Uganda

    In November of 2018, I visited Gulu for AP and assessed progress at Tochi, Ogul and Awach with Patrick and Emma from GDPU. We were encouraged by what we found, starting with a surge in enrolment at all three schools.

    We also visited several schools which badly needed new toilets and decided on the Abaka Primary School, where only two stalls were in use for over 400 students. By now I was used to tramping around disgusting toilets, but the conditions at Abaka were worse than anything I had seen up to this point. Most students walked home to relieve themselves or went into the jungle where they risked attack from wild animals. They were also using a makeshift toilet in the fields where the floor was thick with maggots and liable to cave in at any moment. I documented what we saw in this short video and caught Patrick saying that students were afraid of falling through the toilet floor and drowning. (It was, said Patrick, not an unreasonable fear).

    Water was another disaster. The school’s borehole, which was the only source of water outside the rainy season, was broken. This meant no handwashing – and a further threat to the health of the students. Patrick and I realized that water would have to be added to the GDPU’s checklist for any future toilet projects. We had little hesitation in designating Abaka as the next project school and Patrick saw it through to a successful conclusion in August 2019, with advice from Peace Fellow Spencer Caldwell.

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    Evelyn Acer, principal at the Lapuda School, signed up for GDPU toilets in 2020, before the pandemic struck

    By the end of 2019 GDPU could be well pleased. Over 3,000 Ugandan High School students were enjoying a hygienic education in the 4 primary schools, and GDPU’s community-based WASH model was well known in Gulu District. (The model is described in detail on the AP site.) Patrick was recognized as a leading authority on education, disability and WASH in northern Uganda and the GDPU model had the stamp of approval from the DEO Cesar Akena. Given that there were 55 primary schools in the district and well over half needed new toilets, there was reason to hope the government would use GDPU’s community approach in funding future WASH projects.

    GDPU’s toilets cost much less than WASH projects funded by the district government or large international NGOs, but they were still expensive. In 2018 we received a welcome offer from the Global Missions Committee at the Prince of Peace Lutheran Church in Dublin Ohio, to donate $6,000 from the proceeds of the church’s annual rummage sale. We had Rebecca, our Peace Fellow who had launched the toilet project back in 2011, to thank for making the introduction. Rebecca was an active member of the church and her father Ken led the Committee. The committee pledge was open-ended and this has allowed us to make a long-term commitment to GDPU. We also received a generous grant from the North Kingston Rotary club in Rhode Island.

    In addition, as noted above, several Peace Fellows have launched their own fundraisers, and Chris made a major contribution by securing a grant from Water Charity. We also launched several appeals on GlobalGiving which pulled in over $5,000. All in all, AP raised over $35,000 for the four school WASH projects between 2015 and 2020.

    It all seemed to be moving in the right direction when I made another visit to Gulu late in 2019 to identify the next school. At the recommendation of the District Education Officer, we made our way to Lapuda, where we found the same dismal story of blocked toilets, collapsing walls, anxious teachers and frustrated students as shown in this video.

    But Evelyn Acer, the head teacher at Lapuda, was impressive and would clearly make a wonderful partner for GDPU. Patrick and Evelyn agreed to start work in the summer of 2020 and we headed back to Gulu town in high spirits. Everything seemed set fair for another productive summer.

    And then came COVID-19.

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    The pandemic was not the first hammer blow to fall on the education system in northern Uganda. Twenty years earlier, the brutal Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA) had declared war on civilians throughout the North and provoked a savage response from the Ugandan authorities. Schools were closed throughout the region and civilians forced to move into massive displacement camps. The remnants of this crisis are still clearly visible throughout Gulu. When we visited the Ogul School in 2017, the head teacher told us that she had travelled to an abandoned IDP camp with parents and carried several portable toilets back to her school. (Photo).

    COVID-19 added to the strain by closing down education for more than two years and put immense pressure on families that were already struggling to support their local schools.

    Freeman, left, developed his own brand of liquid soap named Clean Wash. His start-up was funded b y AP 2020-2021 and will be folded into the WASH schools program

    Unfortunately, we could do nothing to help the schools, but we did support two innovative start-ups by GDPU stake-holders that addressed the crisis in personal hygiene and brought in money.

    The first start-up was launched by Mama Cave, a inspiring tailor with a disability. Mama Cave created her own brand of face-masks (“Mama Masks”) and sold several hundred masks in 2020 and 2021. The second entrepreneur, Freeman, collected a group of friends with limited physical mobility and produced a liquid soap, which they branded “Clean Wash.” Freeman got off to a quick start and sold over 500 liters by the end of 2020.

    But by the end of 2021, both start-ups were facing severe competition and a saturated market. As a result, AP and GDPU decided to wrap both start-ups into the WASH program in 2022, assuming that work could begin at a new school. We asked Freeman’s team to produce soap for whatever school was chosen and made the same offer to Mama Cave, because face-masks were still required in Ugandan schools. Mama Cave proposed to produce masks for the designated school in the school colors and carrying the student’s name.

    Meanwhile, back in the US, we put out the word for a graduate student to pick up where previous Fellows had left off in 2019 and work alongside Patrick and Emma to install the fifth set of toilets. We were fortunate to receive an application from Kyle Aloof, who had taught in Sierra Leone before enrolling at Texas A&M university. Back in the US, Peace Fellow Aimee Benitez at UCLA was assigned to back up Kyle.

    Kyle and Aimee will write blogs as a team and we look forward to reading about the next stage of GDPU’s bold experiment to revolutionize water, hygiene and sanitation at schools in Gulu District.

     

     

  36. River Gypsy Artists Tell their COVID stories

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    Mayadip is a small island surrounded by one of the biggest rivers in Bangladesh, the Meghna River. Mayadip is situated in the Sonargaon jurisdiction under the Narayanganj district in Bangladesh. Most of the men on this island are fishermen, who fish in the Meghna River. 

    Around 1,200 people live at Mayadip and almost half of the population are women. Most of the women work at home, mainly doing domestic labor, like cooking food and raising their children. Some women also work in the fields cultivating crops, helping their husbands and sons. Some of the women also work at in the garments industry on the mainland, Sonargaon.  

    The inhabitants of Mayadip are underprivileged people. There is only one school on the island that was established by Subornogram Foundation called “Mayadip Jeleshishu Pathshala” (Mayadip School for the Fisherfolk Community Children). 

    COVID-19 has affected women’s lives on Mayadip very badly. Since the coronavirus (COVID-19) outbreaks in Bangladesh began in March 2020, the people of Mayadip have suffered a lot. The fishermen could not sell their fish at the marketplace at levels possible before because many people have stopped coming to the market. Besides that, the economic situation of the all classes got affected because of the COVID 19 situation, so, the fishermen’s already low income also decreased. 

    Women of Mayadip bear the brunt of increased care work and as a result, many have taken an extra burden during the pandemic. Because of the COVID-19 and the lockdowns, there is a lack of access to sexual and reproductive health rights, increased violence, and decreased access to support services. Some women, mainly those who work in the garment industry, are working on every frontline, including at home. With lockdowns meaning many are at home more often, women are now looking after three demographics; children, who do not have access to childcare or schools; parents and elderly relatives, who do not have access to aged care or their normal services; as well as keeping themselves, partners, extended family and friends safe.

    Women and girls also face the most violence in the family, and the pandemic has made this worse. As their husbands are staying home more of the time since their ability to work is reduced, they torture their wives. As a result, domestic violence has also increased during the COVID 19 pandemic on Mayadip.  Child marriage among girls also increased during the pandemic. Schools were closed down for almost two years and many childrens’ education was effected, as well as their mental states.

    During the pandemic, the Advocacy Project (AP) is doing a great job for the inhabitants of the Mayadip island. With the support of AP, Subornogram Foundation is running three projects in the Mayadip, providing incredible support for many people on the island. These projects are The Feeding Kitchen project, Embroidery squares project, and COVID Vaccination Project. Each of these projects has help to relieve some of the stress of the COVID-19 pandemic.

  37. River Gypsy Artists Describe the Impact of COVID-19 on Women Through Stitching!

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    Mayadip is a small island surrounded by one of the biggest rivers in Bangladesh, the Meghna River. Mayadip is situated in the Sonargaon jurisdiction under the Narayanganj district in Bangladesh. Most of the men on this island are fishermen, who fish in the Meghna River. 

    Around 1,200 people live at Mayadip and almost half of the population are women. Most of the women work at home, mainly doing domestic labor, like cooking food and raising their children. Some women also work in the fields cultivating crops, helping their husbands and sons. Some of the women also work at in the garments industry on the mainland, Sonargaon.  

    The inhabitants of Mayadip are underprivileged people. There is only one school on the island that was established by Subornogram Foundation called “Mayadip Jeleshishu Pathshala” (Mayadip School for the Fisherfolk Community Children). 

    COVID-19 has affected women’s lives on Mayadip very badly. Since the coronavirus (COVID-19) outbreaks in Bangladesh began in March 2020, the people of Mayadip have suffered a lot. The fishermen could not sell their fish at the marketplace at levels possible before because many people have stopped coming to the market. Besides that, the economic situation of the all classes got affected because of the COVID 19 situation, so, the fishermen’s already low income also decreased. 

    Women of Mayadip bear the brunt of increased care work and as a result, many have taken an extra burden during the pandemic. Because of the COVID-19 and the lockdowns, there is a lack of access to sexual and reproductive health rights, increased violence, and decreased access to support services. Some women, mainly those who work in the garment industry, are working on every frontline, including at home. With lockdowns meaning many are at home more often, women are now looking after three demographics; children, who do not have access to childcare or schools; parents and elderly relatives, who do not have access to aged care or their normal services; as well as keeping themselves, partners, extended family and friends safe.

    Women and girls also face the most violence in the family, and the pandemic has made this worse. As their husbands are staying home more of the time since their ability to work is reduced, they torture their wives. As a result, domestic violence has also increased during the COVID 19 pandemic on Mayadip.  Child marriage among girls also increased during the pandemic. Schools were closed down for almost two years and many childrens’ education was effected, as well as their mental states.

    During the pandemic, the Advocacy Project (AP) is doing a great job for the inhabitants of the Mayadip island. With the support of AP, Subornogram Foundation is running three projects in the Mayadip, providing incredible support for many people on the island. These projects are The Feeding Kitchen project, Embroidery squares project, and COVID Vaccination Project. Each of these projects has help to relieve some of the stress of the COVID-19 pandemic.

  38. The Mzungu in Kagumo

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    Before Friday, Kenya was Nairobi. More specifically, it was Ongata Rongai, the neighborhood where the Children’s Peace Initiative Kenya’s (CPI Kenya) office is, and where I’m staying in Nairobi. On Friday, that all changed when Monica, CPI Kenya co-founder, took the mzungu[1] on a two hour road trip to her hometown, Kagumo, in the White Highlands of Central Kenya.

    The highway turned to one way roads, which turned into narrow, red clay roads. Lush, vibrant vegetation grew in every direction—homesteads surrounded by tea and coffee farms. We picked up some friends along the way, including Monica’s 14 year-old son Elias and her 20 year-old daughter Chebet. Monica adopted Elias after a peace camp when Elias was 4 years old, and has been part of the close-knit family ever since. Chebet lives around Monica’s family’s homestead and is now in her second year of university—Monica began taking care of her after some family troubles.

    Elias and I on a tea farm.

    Chebet and I happy to see each other for the drive back to Nairobi.

    The weekend was filled with so much kindness, warmth, and welcoming that I could hardly remember the loneliness I felt in Nairobi during the night. (This blog is a space for honesty, so I won’t lie to you that a new place with no familiar places can be jarring—and lonely!)

    Our first stop was Ben’s house, Monica’s cousin. After we picked up his son, Fabi, from school, we helped Ben with some paperwork. His family welcomed me into their home with hot tea and afternoon snack—which was the beginning of the overwhelming sense of thankfulness and gratitude for Kenyan hospitality I felt the entire weekend.[2] Their family even gifted us a chicken to eat over the weekend (see below from my apprehensive photo with the old lady hen we made into a lovely meal later in the weekend)!

    Monica’s aunt’s family and Julia with the gifted chicken.

    Julia with the dinner chicken.

    From Ben’s house, we picked Elias up from school. We met the Deputy Principal who insisted that Monica and the mzungu address the daily assembly. At first, I thought it was a joke… but before I knew it, teachers were herding children to the courtyard and kids were rushing downstairs. Monica and I jumped center stage with the Deputy Principal where he introduced us and the children got to ask the mzungu lots of questions.

    Assembly at Elias’ boarding school.

    After the impromptu performance at Elias’ school, we headed into the small main part of town where we had to pick up a few things. Each stop we made, people in shops and on the street introduced themselves to me, excited to meet the mzungu in town. This happened everywhere we went—if people could see the white, freckled, blue-eyed mzungu in the car they wanted to stop and chat (of course, I was always happy to meet new people!) By the end of the weekend, I met so many people that my head was spinning in the best way.

    Market in Kagumo.

    Monica’s family’s home is surrounded by tea farms. Tea is a big cash crop in the region, and most people spend their days rotating from farm to farm, picking tea and coffee. Once the tea is picked, it’s brought to a buying center where farmers and farmworkers are paid for their labor. From there, it’s brought to a factory where the tea is processed and then the good product is exported outside of the country with the lower-quality product staying in Kenya.

    Rolling hills of tea farms outside the driveway of Monica’s family’s home.

    Chebet explaining that the tea is harvested like this, with the 2 leaves and a bud. From there’s it’s taken to a processing center and exported.

    Tea buying center where harvesters and farmers come to sell their tea. From here the tea is processed at a factory and then exported.

    The weekend in Monica’s hometown filled my spirit with so much joy for weeks to come. There aren’t words to express the hospitality I felt from everyone I met. The cool mountain weather and the never-ending welcome in Kagumo made me feel like I had a home in Kenya.

    Monica’s family home.

    Monica teaching me how to make chapati, a tasty Kenyan flat bread.

    [1] Mzungu is Swahili for “wanderer,” and is a nickname given to white/foreign visitors to Kenya.

    [2] The Southern U.S. likes to pride itself on hospitality, but I have never experienced such a welcome anywhere in my life.

  39. The New Gilded Age

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    Fashion’s most anticipated weekend of the year occurred last weekend: the Annual Met Gala. What started as a fundraiser for the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum in New York has turned into the biggest event for designers, celebrities and fashion-minded individuals. What separates the Met Gala from other events is the use of a theme to dictate the dress code of the evening. Previous themes have been Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination and Camp: Notes on Fashion.

    This years theme, in America: An Anthology of Fashion was intended to be focus on the Gilded Age in American fashion and thus this year’s earned the nickname “Gilded Glamour”. Gilded Age fashion, from 1870 to 1900, is defined by extravagant silhouettes and fabrics, lavish hats, and clothing that reflected new found prosperity. However, when most people think of the Gilded Age, they don’t think of the fashion, they think of the massive political and socio-economic changes that took place at the time.

    Politcal cartoon from 1888.

    The phrase “Gilded Age” was coined by Mark Twain and refers to the idea that the problems of the era were covered in a thin layer of gold by the wealthy and elite of the time. The rich kept getting richer while the poor class, comprised mainly of recent immigrants and people of color, Thus, there is nothing more in touch with this concept than hosting a gala for the ultra wealthy (tickets to the gala cost $35,000 each) while millions of Americans are still dealing with the impacts of inflation, the COVID-19 pandemic, and general political and social trends that have been observed in the past few years.

    While we all can and certainly should enjoy the fashion of the night, it is important to not ignore the greater concept of what the event signifies. Each year, debates ensue regarding how “in theme” each guest’s costume was, one could argue that any attendee at this event was in theme regardless of their outfit, simply because of the striking comparisons of the wealth and prestige of these individuals compared to say, the robber barons of the Gilded Age. While the celebrities get to end their night at lavish parties without any real thought to what the Gilded Age really means, the rest of us go to bed, only to wake up early and continue living out the New Gilded Age.

  40. US Disdain for the International Criminal Court Weakens the Prosecution of War Crimes in Ukraine

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    Washington DC, April 10: On July 17 1998, I watched as the Clinton Administration made a final, frantic effort to weaken the International Criminal Court (ICC) before it was put to a vote at a major conference in Rome.

    The Advocacy Project (AP) was covering the conference for an international coalition of NGOs and I remember the uproar when the US finally voted against the ICC statute in the strange company of China, Iraq, Israel, Libya, Qatar, and Yemen.

    Our reports then make ironic reading today at a time when the ICC holds the key to a credible international investigation of war crimes in Ukraine. Twenty-four years on, the US remains deeply suspicious. US Secretary of State Antony Blinken made no reference to the Court while laying out a 7-point response to Russian crimes during a recent trip to Brussels. Instead, he expressed support for Ukrainian investigations.

    No disrespect to Ukraine, but this makes no sense at a time when the Biden Administration is seeking a coordinated international response to Russian atrocities.

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    The ICC could have been designed with Ukraine in mind. It was modeled on the two international tribunals that were established in the 1990s (with US support) to prosecute crimes in Rwanda and the former Yugoslavia. This background will help in exposing Russian atrocities that are beginning to resemble the behavior of Bosnian Serbs between 1992 and 1995 (photo below).

    Added to which, the government of Ukraine has given the ICC authority to investigate, going back to the first Russian incursions in 2013.

    Ironically, the very features of the ICC that anger the US are those that also allow the Court to act creatively in Ukraine and other complex conflicts. This begins with an independent prosecutor who can take the initiative (known as “proprio motu”) in launching a preliminary investigation even if the government in question has not joined the ICC treaty.

    The US delegation opposed this provision at Rome partly because it raised the specter of an international Ken Starr roaming around the world seeking to ensnare Americans. The same concern continues to agitate American conservatives. In September 2018, the US National Security Advisor John Bolton lashed out at the Court in a speech to the Federalist Society, claiming that the ICC’s supporters were intent on targeting not just individual US service members but “America’s senior political leadership.”

    After the ICC prosecutor Fatou Bensouda launched a wide-ranging investigation into the conflict in Afghanistan, President Trump froze her US-based assets – the same treatment now given to President Putin.

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    Most experts agree that there is zero chance of a mischievous prosecution by the ICC because three judges must give their approval for a full investigation. In addition, Karim Khan, the current prosecutor, is a seasoned British barrister with little interest in provoking the US.

    Khan does not need permission from ICC judges to investigate in Ukraine because 41 governments have referred the case to the ICC. But his independence also gives him flexibility to work creatively in other complex humanitarian crises that are of keen interest to the US. He is currently investigating 17 cases. These include two that alarm the US – Israel/Palestine and Afghanistan. But most of the others align with US interests, such as Georgia, Myanmar, Libya, Mali and Venezuela.

    The Court’s mandate allows it to investigate four core crimes – aggression, war crimes, crimes against humanity and genocide – and all are relevant to Ukraine. War crimes have clearly been committed but it is far from clear that the Russians are pursuing genocide, as the Ukrainian government and President Biden maintain. The use (and non-use) of this term has embarrassed the US in past conflicts, notable Rwanda and Sudan. The ICC will provide clarity in Ukraine.

    The adoption of aggression by the ICC also looks prescient. The US opposed the inclusion of aggression in the ICC statute in Rome out of concern that it would usurp the role of the UN Security Council as the ultimate arbiter of war and peace. The discussion was postponed at Rome and taken up at subsequent ICC meetings which agreed to include aggression for governments that accept its jurisdiction. Forty-three governments have signed on and they include six – Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Georgia, Poland and Finland – that share frontiers with Russia and could be victims of future Russian aggression.

    Overall, however, the relationship between the ICC and Council remains largely untested. The Council can refer cases to the Court when none of its permanent five members object, as it has done with Libya and Sudan. But it responded to the horrors in Bosnia and Rwanda by retaining control and establishing two tribunals. These were “ad hoc” precisely because they could be terminated by the Council at any time.

    The conflict in Ukraine will hopefully force this uneasy partnership into the open as part of a broader rethink about the Council’s role in ensuring international peace and security.

    Chapter 7 of the Charter even gives the Council power to use force in order to preserve peace, but Russia’s behavior in Ukraine exposes the cynicism and absurdity of this formula. The fact that a permanent member of the Council is allowing its troops to systematically kill civilians in pursuit of an illegal war is terrifying. Yet there is no chance that the Council will authorize a tribunal on Ukraine because such a decision would be swiftly vetoed by Russia. The case for an independent ICC that can serve as a counterbalance to the Council is overwhelming.

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    We can be grateful that the US campaign has not derailed the ICC, but it has delayed the Court’s coming of age and turned several US objections into self-fulfilling prophesies. The Court has been ratified by 123 governments, but the number should be higher. The Court has indicted 46 individuals, including current and former heads of state, but all have been from Africa.

    This smacks of a double standard and has provoked an understandable backlash from governments in the South that were among the ICC’s staunchest champions at Rome and should be its natural allies in any Russian inquiry. Most African governments abstained in the recent vote to suspend Russia from the UN Human Rights Council and may not be inclined to back more forceful action. This might change if the US were to endorse a role for the ICC.

    Can we expect a shift in US policy? Judging from Blinken’s announcements, not any time soon. With midterm elections approaching the best that can probably be hoped for is a return to the Obama years when the US suspended hostilities and even offered the occasional act of cooperation. One example occurred in March 2013 when the US handed over a notorious Congolese warlord, Bosco Ntaganda, to the ICC. Ntaganda had turned himself in to the US embassy in Rwanda.

    President Biden could start by sharing information with the ICC through NATO, as in 1995 when American satellite imagery helped to identify mass graves around the Bosnian town of Srebrenica. The US could also donate to the Trust Fund for Victims which provides reparations under the umbrella of the ICC but also accepts private gifts. Presumably it would also welcome funds from governments that have not joined the ICC treaty. A US contribution would be bold and might not provoke howls of protest from Biden’s critics.

    Certainly, President Biden must come up with something other than weapons and sanctions to combat Russian atrocities. Commonsense suggests that this should include the ICC. The Court has been accepted by two thirds of the world’s governments, including all but two members of NATO (the US and Turkey). Spurning such an obvious ally seems like a self-inflicted wound and will make it harder for the US to claim the moral high ground during the difficult months that lie ahead.

     

    Bosnia 1992: Bosnian Serbs launch a genocide against Muslims.

     

    Ukraine April 2022: Victims of Russian atrocities

     

  41. Introduction to Mayadip

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    Mayadip

    The shadowy game of life and death
    Pulls me very close;
    When the dawn light childhood of the day
    Darkness wraps its solitary wings
    The illusion is cut down

    Red scratch of fire in sleepless eyes
    On the shores of this rushing Meghna river

    Maya of transformation, half-truth life!

    Walk along the middle of the two sighs
    With a narrow path between dreams and nightmares
    House of golden clouds, the world of water
    And the children wake up in the morning one by one.                       

    (Mayadip/ Shahed Kayes; September 2006)

    How I came to know about this island? 

    I visited this island for the first time in September 2006. I went to the neighboring island named Nunertek with my friends to attend a program. After the event, I just started walking around and came to the end of that island. Then I saw another small island and crossed the river. It was really very beautiful and rich with natural beauty! I was surprised at the first sight! It was an awesome island surrounded by the Meghna river! 

    I came to learn that there was no name for the island. The next week I enquired at our Assistant Commissioner (AC) Land office, a Land related Govt. office in the Mainland Sonargaon. They confirmed to me that the island was not recorded. 

    The day I was visiting the island, I talked with the Islanders. There was no electricity, no schools, no hospitals. The islanders are full-time fishermen and part-time farmers. They fish in the Meghna river. Almost all of them are illiterate, they can neither read nor write. People are very poor. They just live hands to mouth. They do not have their own Boats and nets for fishing in the river. They work as day laborers, and work for other rich fishermen from the neighboring island ‘Nunertek’. At the end of the day, they just earn less than 2 dollars a day. 

    When I came back to Mainland Sonargaon in the evening the same day, I could not stop thinking about the beauty of the island and the sufferings of the people there. At night I wrote a poem based on my experience and feelings for the new island. I named the poem “Mayadip”. The meaning of the title of the poem is the land of affection. This poem was published in a national newspaper’s weekly literary journal in October 2006. 

    At the next meeting of our organization Subornogram Foundation, I discussed the whole thing with my team and I proposed whether we can start a school on the island. Everybody was excited and we decided to establish a school on the island. The next year we arranged a meeting with the islanders and told them about establishing a school. The islanders supported us warm-heartedly. 

    We started school in January 2007 on the island. I suggested a name for the school. “Mayadip Jeleshishu Pathshala.” (Mayadip School for the Fisherfolk children community) after the name of my poem ‘Mayadip’. Everybody liked the name and the school was established. The islanders helped us build the school. They worked physically to build the school and we used the local materials to build this school. 

    A school was born from a poem, the rest is history. After the school was started, I started calling the name of the Island “Mayadip”, then the students of our school also started calling the island ‘Mayadip’. Slowly the islanders also accepted this name.  At that time I used to visit the island 4 days a week, and lived a few days at Mayadip to become more friendly with the islanders. 

    After 2 years one of my journalist and writer friends named Saymon Zakaria visited my home at Sonargaon in 2009, and I took him to Mayadip. He was very excited about the island after hearing things from me, then he decided to interview the islanders and write a feature on Mayadip. 

    The feature was published in the most popular Bengali national newspaper in Bangladesh named, “Prothom Alo”. Prothom Alo is the most widely read newspaper in my country. The title of the writing was “Mayadip-er Pathshala” (The School of Mayadip). It was published on 8 August 2009 in the supplementary journal of the newspaper named “Chhutir Dine”. It was the cover story of that issue, with 5 pages writing. After the feature was published Mayadip became very popular among the people in Sonargaon and outside of Sonargaon. and many people started visiting Mayadip. Not only the tourists, but some Govt. people also started coming to the Island. 

    An island is born from a poem. Then a non-privileged children’s school was born after the island’s name, popularized by the media. Then, after a couple of years, a movement started called “Save Mayadip Movement” in 2010 against the illegal sand miners involved with the real estate company to save 1200 peoples’ lives, livelihood, and environment. 

    To be continued…

  42. Texas: Reproductive Rights in Crisis

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    Background

    As of yesterday, Texas passed a law which bans abortions after six weeks of pregnancy. The only exception under the law is if there is a dire medical emergency, leaving the vast majority of Texan women without reproductive rights. The law also allows private citizens to pursue lawsuits against abortion providers, yielding up to $10,000. Given the emotion associated with conversations on abortion this blog will focus on the facts.

     

    Roe v. Wade

    The U.S. Supreme Court has blocked “heartbeat bills” in the past because of their unconstitutionality. With Roe v. Wade in mind, the courts have determined that a state cannot implement abortion bans before viability, which ranges between 24 and 28 weeks of pregnancy. The tendency for anti-abortion leaders to introduce bans at 6 weeks stems from the belief of heartbeat detection at this point in the pregnancy. This is flawed from a biological perspective.

     

    Heartbeat Bills

    According to Jennifer Gunter, OB/GYN, what is typically described as a heartbeat by the anti-abortion movement can more accurately be classified as “fetal pole cardiac activity”. Roughly 6 weeks into the pregnancy, the embryo’s yolk-sac thickens at one end, known as the fetal pole. The thickening is 4mm wide and can produce a pulsing motion detected in an ultrasound, characterized as early cardiac activity. The use of “heartbeat” as a term to describe a 4mm embryo thickening, is an emotional ploy seeking to implement restrictive legislation.

     

    A six week old fetus is the size of a sweet pea.

     

    A Complete Ban in Practice

    The absurdity of banning abortion services at six weeks is also rooted in the way pregnancy is detected in women. According to the American Pregnancy Association, most women discover they are pregnant at 4-7 weeks. This seems obvious, as that is approximately the time it takes to realize a menstrual cycle has been skipped. If women are unable to detect pregnancy until 4-7 weeks, the ban essentially negates any abortion from happening. This is a clear violation of Roe v. Wade.

     

    No Exceptions for Rape and Incest

    Texas’s abortion bill does not allow exceptions for sexual assault and incest. According to a Texas Statewide Sexual Assault Prevalence Study (2015), 6.3 million Texans have experienced some form of sexual assault in their lifetime, 4.2 million being women. This same report concluded that up to 10% of all sexual assaults resulted in pregnancy. Under the new abortion law in Texas, none of these women would have access to abortion despite being the victims of crime.

     

    Danger of Abortion Bans

    It should be acknowledged that banning legal abortions does not stop them. Prior to Roe v. Wade, illegal abortions made up 1/6th of pregnancy-related deaths in the U.S. This absence of care disproportionately exposed low income women to unsafe procedures. An effective policy approach that reduces abortion while limiting danger to women is access to contraception. In a study conducted by Washington University-St. Louis, providing no-cost birth control to women reduces abortions by 62-78%. With this and other corroborating studies in mind, it is confusing that the primary approach by anti-abortion activists is to infringe on medical care as opposed to providing it.

     

    Women Speak Out

    Many women are likening the religious undertones of the anti-abortion movement to Sharia Law under the Taliban. With recent events unfolding in Afghanistan, some have found it controversial, and have indicated that American women have little room to complain in comparison to the experiences of Afghan women.

    It may be true that women in certain countries face more extensive human rights abuses. But before trying to shame women seeking the protection of their bodily autonomy, keep this in mind:

    • Surpassing the Taliban in women’s rights is not an accomplishment, and is certainly not a reason to silence women who are disappointed in legislation which violates our rights.
    • Women do not have to accept the false dichotomy of life under the Taliban and America’s brand of diet sexism. We can and will pursue a society where our rights are respected in full.

     

    In order to combat the latest eerie infringement on reproductive rights, the facts on women’s health need to be heard, and our frustrations need to be understood. We will not go back.

  43. History does not repeat, but it does rhyme.

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    Gunshots ring out in the air. Men, women, and children clamor at the gates of their capital’s last airport begging for safe passage away from the oncoming enemy army. US troops attempt to control the crowd but some manage to make it onto the runway to stop planes from leaving. Some even cling onto planes as they fly off, falling later on. When one of these behemoth planes carrying hundreds of fleeing civilians attempts to land, the crew notices a body stuck in the right wheel well of the aircraft. Another victim was caused by the mass confusion and hysteria at the airport.

     

    However, the trauma does not end there. Knowing the Taliban, we should not trust that they would not retaliate against those who collaborated with the US-led coalition forces. Taliban forces have already begun targeting interpreters that worked with US forces. Though the Taliban say that they will not seek revenge on collaborators, this seems nothing more than appeasement to the US while they evacuate. If the Taliban were earnest in this regard, they would not feel the need to set up armed checkpoints to screen and harass collaborators. 

     

    To some Americans, especially those of the younger generations, these scenes of fleeing Afghan civilians are shocking, terrifying, and unheard of. To the millions of South Vietnamese that fled since 1975, this was a reminder of the fleeting days of their own country. 

     

    South Vietnam had a similar situation. The government was propped up by the United States and was greatly assisted by the US and allied forces in combating their own insurgency. When the United States withdrew in 1973 after 8 years of major combat operations. The United States had spent a considerable amount of time training the South Vietnamese forces and made deals to continue supplying their military. However, the South Vietnamese Army, the Army of the Republic of Vietnam (ARVN) faced similar corruption problems as the Afghan National Army (ANA). Alongside other factors such as Communist support from China and the USSR in the region greatly increased while American support decreased. Eventually, the south would fall in a major offensive, leading to its eventual collapse on April 30th, 1975. Due to fears of retaliation, leading to waves of refugees known as “boat people”. 

     

    Similar to what happened in South Vietnam, the world should expect a refugee crisis even larger than the Syrian refugee crisis a couple of years ago. The United States should move forward with evacuating as many refugees as possible and setting up a process for these people to find new homes. It is appalling how disorganized the current situation is but the United States can make up for it by doing what we can now. The past is in the past and the rest of the country has fallen. We at least owe it to those who have made it to Kabul to assist. It will not be easy, but if the United States seeks to remain a beacon of hope, it must utilize its vast political and economic resources to assist in the oncoming refugee crisis. 

  44. Afghan Betrayal – How We Broke A Promise to Women and Girls in Afghanistan

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    Newport, Rhode Island, August 16: Sixteen years ago, in October 2005, I found myself on a mountain in Wardak province, Afghanistan. Facing me were two rows of girls sitting cross-legged on the ground (photo). Nearby were the ruins of their school, which had been burned down because of a land dispute.

    As the wind whipped up the dust, the girls had their text books open and were following their teacher with serious expressions. One student told me through an interpreter that she had walked several miles to attend this open air class. She was not to be denied.

    I was smitten. There is no other word for it. High up in this spectacular setting, these girls were rejecting centuries of discrimination and turning their right to education into something personally empowering – in the face of enormous odds. I vowed never to take education for granted again.

    The girls were also lucky in their leader, one of the most inspiring women I have ever met. She was born during the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, spent much of her early life in a refugee camp in Pakistan and returned in 2002 with a burning determination to educate girls. It started in the living room of her family home, high up in Wardak.

    Over the past twenty years, she has put almost 4,000 girls and mothers through schools and literacy centers. Every school had been a labor of love and fraught with difficulty. But I remember sitting there on the mountain and thinking – this might just work. I also realized that the effort was bringing new purpose to my own endeavors.

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    Such is the appeal of girls’ education in Afghanistan. Hundreds – perhaps thousands – of aid workers have passed through the country since 2002 and no doubt felt as I did. In 2001 there were less than 900,000 students in Afghan schools and all were males. By last year the number had risen to 9.5 million and 39% were girls. Even allowing for exaggerations and “ghost” enrollments that is impressive.

    Unfortunately it is also irrelevant, at least for now. Now is not the time for self-congratulation. Now is the time to be clear-eyed about the disaster in Afghanistan, and remind ourselves that we put a target on the back of these girls.

    It is hard to overstate the horror of this moment. The photos of desperate Afghans clinging to planes – so reminiscent of Vietnam in 1975 – speak for themselves. By some accounts the Taliban march on Kabul has been marked by summary executions, forced marriages, rape and the enslavement of girls. I have seen no hard evidence that the Taliban have permitted girls’ education in any of the territory they have taken.

    And why would they? They will remember the humiliation of their defeat in 2001, the detentions at the Bagram air base and the notorious center at Guantanamo Bay where detainees were denied legal protection and Korans were flushed down the toilet. Of course they will take out their fury on women and girls, who symbolized the West’s ambitions.

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    How did it come to this? For me it began with Laura Bush, whose embrace of girls’ education in Afghanistan offered a welcome palliative after 9/11. Mrs Bush did for girls in Afghanistan what Hillary Clinton’s 1999 visit to the Eastern Congo did for victims of war rape.

    The two first ladies were certainly effective at shining the light on women’s rights and mobilizing resources, but that’s not what I think of right now. Instead, I think of self-promoters who jumped on the bandwagon like Craig Mortenson, lionized by the New York Times and others for his efforts to promote girls’ education until he was exposed as a fabricator and liar.

    I think of the American NGO conglomerate International Relief and Development that was entrusted with $2.4 billion dollars of US aid in Iraq and Afghanistan until a USAID investigation found that its director and wife had pocketed almost $6 million.

    These were extreme examples, of course. But even for the well-intentioned, Afghanistan always carried the whiff of adventure. We have to ask ourselves whether this was appropriate and whether it contributed to the peril now facing our Afghan friends.

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    The core problem has always been that US was never really committed to building a civil state in Afghanistan, Laura Bush notwithstanding. The mission from the start was military and the goal was always to kill Bin-Laden and defeat the Taliban. Even that lost some urgency after the US invasion of Iraq in 2003.

    NATO, a military alliance, found itself drawn into a mission in Afghanistan – half peace and half war – that was completely inappropriate. This diluted the efforts of European members of NATO that were far more committed to the civilian mission than the US.
    It also led to some far-reaching blunders. One was committed by the Germans, who relaxed a long-standing policy against foreign military adventures in order to pull their weight in the Afghan war. This looked like a serious mistake in 2009 after a German airstrike killed scores of Afghan civilians in the province of Kunduz.

    The civilian mission in Afghanistan kept butting up against the military imperatives and losing. So many Afghan wedding parties were bombed by NATO airstrikes in the early years that it began to look like a deliberate strategy, and hence a war crime.

    Americans were outraged when the International Criminal Court decided to investigate US forces in Afghanistan in March 2020, but the decision was taken with reluctance rather than glee. To have ignored the evidence would have cast serious doubts on the Court’s credibility.

    According to the UN Mission in Afghanistan, airstrikes by the Afghan air force and NATO continued to kill Afghan civilians to the bitter end. Of course, the Taliban killed many more, but they were not doing the noble work of building peace.

    One device used by NATO governments was the deployment of “provincial reconstruction teams” to spur development in provinces under their military authority. This produced a patchwork of policies that made any national aid effort next to impossible. Some of the teams were led by soldiers and others by civilians. This blurred the line between military and civilian and exposed more neutral aid workers to serious risk.

    The saddest experiment in pacification, for me, was known as “Human Terrain.” This embedded social scientists with military patrols and took the life one of my first students at Georgetown, Paula Lloyd, who was doused with gasoline during a visit to a village in 2008. Paula died later of her burns. Her parents created a foundation to support girls’ education in her memory.

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    In spite of this trail of tears, I cannot understand the reasoning behind Biden’s abrupt decision to pull out American troops or the unquestioning acquiescence of European allies. I opposed the invasions of Vietnam and Iraq, but found it easier to came to terms with the overthrow of the Taliban in Afghanistan in 2001 precisely because it was quickly followed by the promise to empower women and girls.

    Even now I feel that the US/NATO presence – for all its flaws – served as a stabilizing influence. Look no further than the savage bombing of the Sayed ul-Shuhuda school for girls in Kabul on May 8, shortly after Biden announced that the US would withdraw by September 11.

    What is the logic behind Biden’s decision? The last American casualties in Afghanistan occurred in early 2020 and the risks had been whittled down to near zero. The US has maintained troops in Korea and Germany for almost 70 years. Could it not have stayed longer in Afghanistan to buy time for a concerted push for peace? The answer was no. Americans wanted out and Biden’s heart was never in it. The promise made to Afghan women in 2001 was ignored.

    Americans describe Afghanistan as America’s longest war, and bemoan the cost in blood and treasure. It has certainly been appallingly high. But the mission was urgent and vital to women and girls. Afghans I met had no interest in reviewing Afghanistan’s history as a graveyard of imperial ambitions, from Britain to the Soviet Union. Instead, they would cock a quizzical eye and ask me to focus on the here and now. They understood that every day spent at school by a girl was an achievement. Unlike many aid initiatives, success was also easily measured.

    I heard much the same from US Army veterans who served in Afghanistan and later passed through my class at Georgetown. They seemed to feel that the protection of civilians had brought credit to their own efforts. I imagine they will not be pleased when their successors supervise the evacuation of Americans while Afghan girls are left to their fate. Whatever the domestic political gains from withdrawal, Afghanistan will leave an indelible stain on Biden’s legacy.

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    The world is now facing a full-blown humanitarian catastrophe in Afghanistan. Depending on the Taliban’s next moves, all options should be on the table, including even the creation of a safe haven inside Afghanistan. Who better to make this case than Samantha Power, the head of USAID, who argued eloquently for humanitarian intervention earlier in her career?

    The Biden administration has set up a new refugee category for Afghans who worked with American NGOs, and that pledge must be honored by this and future administrations. But the US will only consider applicants once they reach a third country and it will not be easy for women to escape the noose. Pakistan has sponsored the Taliban and may not want to incur their wrath. Iran is hostile to the US. It will take money and humility to persuade both governments to open their doors to Afghan refugees once again.

    Europe too must pull its weight, although early signs are not promising. Just last week six European governments demanded that the European Union continue to deport Afghan asylum seekers, even as the Afghan government was collapsing. The decision was reversed a few days later.

    And what of the aid community? We must take our cue from Afghan women leaders and do everything in our power to support and encourage them. Those who can will escape, regroup and appear at international conferences, showing the same passion and dignity they have shown throughout. They should be listened to with respect and admiration.

    We should also understand that the global mission to educate and protect women and girls is more urgent than ever, and vigorously challenge governments like Britain which recently cut its contribution to the UN Population Fund by 85%.

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    At the personal level, this disaster must provoke serious soul-searching by those who answered the call after 2001. If we were in it for ego, or what is sometimes called the “White Savior Complex,” then we were complicit. But if we responded to a request by a local partner, it was entirely appropriate. Would that everyone could experience the thrill of seeing girls at school in the Global South.

    But such partnerships must be based on mutual respect. The problem with North-South aid is not the personal motives of aid workers, but the assumption by donors that they can impose an agenda. Afghanistan shows that this is dangerously misguided, not just because Northern politicians are untrustworthy but because the moral authority in any North-South partnership must always lie with the local partners who put their lives on the line. The closer you get to such people, the clearer this becomes – and the harder it becomes to walk away if it all goes wrong.

    Which raises the following question: should we have made that promise in 2001, knowing that the ultimate outcome would almost certainly be beyond our control? I put this to our Afghan partner, who launched the Wardak school program and has been able to escape Afghanistan. Would she do it all again knowing how it ends?

    “Absolutely,” she replied. “What we did is irreversible. Once girls and mothers have been educated, you can’t turn the clock back.”

    This is the one crumb of comfort I can draw from this disaster.

     
  45. Former Liberian President Ellen Johnson Sirleaf on Ebola Survivors and Covid-19 Global Pandemic Response

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    Former Liberian President Ellen Johnson Sirleaf has urged Liberian Ebola Survivors to raise their voices louder than they have been doing to attract Government’s attention to their plight. Though she notes that Government alone cannot meet every need; communities and individuals, she says must bear responsibility for their own issues.

    The Former President told me over the weekend that there is not widespread information within the policy making circles about the plight of Ebola Survivors; but recognized that catering for their concerns remains the responsibility of the Government. The Former President said Government may have many competing priorities and resources required to deal with survivors’ issues may not be properly allocated.

    She however urged survivors themselves to make use of the Government structures, using their local district representatives to raise their concerns with the National Legislature that she says is responsible for budgetary allocations. The former President noted that to solve public problems, public policymakers must know the problems; and to know the problems, public leaders must have sufficient information about the problem. The lack of this information on Ebola survivors, she says, may be affecting what action Government can take to respond to their concerns.

    Former Liberian President Ellen Johnson Sirleaf; she spoke with me over the weekend at her residence in Monrovia

    On the global response to the coronavirus pandemic, the Former Liberian President fell short of casting blame on any institution or Government, but indicated that “we were all caught unaware; we were not prepared for this, we did not anticipate this; you can imagine wealthy and powerful countries like the United States were scrambling for protective equipment, ventilators and masks at the time the pandemic struck; so no one is to blame; but we all take responsibility for the situation.”

    The Former President indicated that an earlier response by the world would have prevented the global pandemic. She praised the human resilience to deal with challenges, indicating that “we will come out of it; there will be lots of damages done as we have already seen to economies and to lives, but we will come out of it.”

    The Former President praised the African response to the pandemic; noting Africa’s effort to pioneer COVAX-the global coronavirus vaccine platform to service poor countries. While she condemned the global imbalance in access to vaccines, Mrs Sirleaf urged poorer countries to better allocate their resources to scientific research and pandemic preparedness; noting that every State has its first responsibility to its citizens.

    Mrs Sirleaf told me that she was pleased with Liberia’s response to the coronavirus pandemic. As she hoped, the current leadership, she said, drew on the incident management system that her administration had established at the time of the 2014-2016 Ebola epidemic. She referenced, in particular, community health workers who she said sprang to action once covid-19 hit Liberia; this, among many other efforts, she attributes to Liberia’s relatively better performance in its covid-19 response.

    In terms of calls for reparations to survivors of pandemics and epidemics, including for Ebola survivors in Liberia to be paid reparations, the Former President said the best reparations to victims and survivors of health crisis are stronger health systems that can both respond to their needs and absorb the shocks of subsequent crisis.

  46. Hailing their confidence: Liberian women Ebola survivors conclude AP-supported embroidery storytelling project in Monrovia

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    “It has been an enlivening moment for us,” said, Lulu Richards, Head of the Women Wing of the National Ebola Survivors Network of Liberia. “We are grateful that people around the world still think about us. Since we came from the ETU, five years ago, all our engagements have been that they call us and take something from us including plasma, as they say, to make vaccines and drugs to help other people who are suffering from Ebola.”

    “But this project really showed us that people are willing to listen to us and we are glad that we were able to go through and complete the training and now have completed our stories.” She continued: “But this should not be the end. We look forward to bigger cooperation with AP; as many of our survivors are in isolation. Since their losses during the crisis, they have not had the opportunity to recoup. We hope people out there will read our stories and be moved to reach out to us.”

    Lulu is a 35-year-old Ebola survivor. She contracted Ebola through caring for her friend whom she had met sometime in 2014 when Ebola was raging in Liberia. She told me during my interview trail with women survivors, she had taken her daughter to a local health facility for treatment. There she met her friend along with her children. The lady, Lulu said, was helpless at the health facility, vomiting and passing stool. Lulu told me that it had been a long while when she last met her friend. This prompted her to intervene. It was here and then that her Ebola episode began.

    That friend passed away a few days later and Lulu became ill. She was taken to the treatment unit and recovered. But upon returning to her community, she faced stigma. Among the many experiences she recalled, was her being refused to fetch water at the community borehole after her recovery. Each time she attempted to fetch water, she told me she would be shunned by the community dwellers who were there.

    Lulu’s ordeal is similar to the stories we have heard during the last three months working with the Ebola Survivors Network of Liberia. Under AP’s sponsorship, we launched a 7week Embroidery Skill Training program for 12 Liberian women randomly selected based on their willingness to tell their stories. They all had contracted Ebola during the 2014-2016 Ebola Epidemic in Liberia, were taken to the ETU and recovered from the virus.

    On June 22, the Embroidery Training started in Monrovia at the Network’s Office. The objective was to ensure that the ladies first acquired skills in embroidery, and second, use the newly acquired skills to tell their Ebola stories. They each embroidered on a piece of textile, a defining moment they recall during their Ebola ordeal, either at the time they contracted Ebola, when they were taken into the Ebola Treatment Unit or when they returned to their communities following recovery.

    Some of the stories we have heard about, and which were embroidered as the story telling project came to a close today include, Patricia Fahnbulleh, a 25-year-old young woman, who was just 19 at the time of the Ebola outbreak. Patricia contracted Ebola through caring for her sick father, who before it was revealed, died of Ebola. She remembers a pivotal moment in the ETU when each morning she would wake up with all those that were around her bed dead, and would be mistaken as well, as a dead person and disinfected with a chlorinated spray by the ETU workers.

    She narrated that she would wake up suddenly in astonishment. When she asked why the ETU workers were spraying her, she said to me, they would tell me, all these people who are around here are dead; so, we thought you too were dead. This happened to her on many occasions. Patricia embroidered this story remembering this moment.

    Finda Howard, 35, recalls Police Officers locking themselves in at the Pipeline Police Station in Paynesville, when she told them that her husband had died of suspected Ebola symptoms, and that she and her little child had been in the house with the corpse for three days and no Ebola Response Team had come to collect the body. She recalled that all the officers that were sitting outside the Police Station locked themselves in and left her standing outside around midnight. They feared that by talking with Finda, the widow of a suspected Ebola victim, they would contract Ebola. For her, this was more than traumatic. Finda embroidered this experience.

    Among the many stories we have heard over the course of the last two months, the courage of these ladies to come out of their seclusion, and associate and build the kind of solidarity that developed over the course of the activities is remarkable.

    Their courage is worth commending. As we brought the activities to a close, we encouraged the ladies to continue to meet and pursue common causes and explore partnership with AP and other groups interested in ensuring Ebola Survivors in Liberia and across the West African sub-region are fully integrated and empowered in their communities.

  47. Joint Ownership of Suffering from COVID-19

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    Yesterday, I went to get my hair cut in downtown Gloucester, Massachusetts, a blue-collar fishing town on Cape Ann where I am spending the summer, as I have for the last 24 years. 

     

    The inside of the salon was dingy, dark, and dirty, yet the middle-aged, heavy-set woman who greeted me lit up the place with her warmth. As soon as she finished cutting the white hair of an older man, she turned to me, pointing me towards a swivel chair next to the sinks. We were the only people inside the vast shop, creating an eerily intimate atmosphere that seemed to mirror my inner state. As she started to dye my hair, the woman and I got to talking. Our conversation quickly flowed from banal chat to discussion of the state of the pandemic.  

     

    “Did you get it?” I asked her.

     

    “I got it on Valentine’s day!” she began.

     

    “I had it in January!” I immediately replied, with a newfound empathy for this stranger. There is something unique —  intimate even — about sharing one’s experience with COVID with another person who also got sick from the virus. It almost feels like you’re in on a secret; you both understand the virus as a tangible sickness rather than an abstract disease.  

     

    I told her about my bout with the illness, and how, despite my best efforts to protect my 89-year old grandmother, whom I was living with at the time, she nonetheless came down with the virus. She eventually had to receive IV antibodies at home to recover. 

     

    The hairdresser expressed her sympathies and her obvious joy at the fact that both I and my grandmother fully recovered. 

     

    She went on to tell me that she and her husband had been traveling back and forth between Massachusetts and Florida at the beginning of the year. When they went down to Florida for a brief period, they had dinner with their neighbor, who neglected to let them know that just the previous day he had gone to a maskless conference. He ended up coming down with COVID, and, naturally, infecting the hairdresser and her husband. For weeks the neighbor refused to believe that he had a severe case of COVID, instead blaming his illness on the flu. The hairdresser’s husband, too, refused to acknowledge the severity of his symptoms. Frustrated with his refusal to go to the emergency room, the hairdresser flew back to Massachusetts. Unable to sleep that night, she called her husband at two in the morning, and ordered him to get into the ambulance. Unable to breath, he finally consented.  

     

    Her husband was on life support for three months. He could not breathe, so he received oxygen from a ventilator. Then, his liver and kidneys started to fail. His heart followed. The doctors gave him a next-to-nothing chance of survival. 

     

    Nonetheless, he stayed alive. After three months in the hospital, in May, he was finally released with an extremely expensive medical bill, and permanently damaged lungs and kidneys, as well as a permanently damaged heart and liver. To this day, he continues to receive care from home, and doctors are not sure why his health continues to deteriorate. The medication he takes for his heart severely harms his kidneys and liver, and vice versa. He is a mess. 

     

    The hairdresser is desperate for some good news. She’s tired of going from doctor to doctor without a concrete explanation or solution. She’s physically and emotionally drained, because despite her best efforts, COVID continues to kill her husband. 

     

    On top of that, her autistic granddaughter is struggling with online learning, and she fears that if classes are not in person, she will continue to fall through the cracks. Her daughter, the mother of the autistic girl, refuses to advocate on her daughter’s behalf — in fact, she will not get vaccinated because she does not trust the rapidity with which the vaccine was released, despite witnessing what COVID has done to her father. 

     

    The hairdresser feels like her husband is invisible; she feels like her granddaughter is invisible; she feels invisible. 

     

    For that reason, she tells me, overcome with desperation and anger: “I can’t stand when people say ‘white privilege.’ Look at us! We are suffering.”

     

    The pandemic has wreaked havoc on so many people in so many ways all over the world. As the world reels from the Delta variant, let’s not forget the human toll that this virus has taken. We must work together across racial, ethnic, socio-economic, and national divides to develop solutions that prioritize the wellbeing of people. 

  48. Climate change is knocking on our door: Wildfires in Turkey

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    In the midst of a severe heatwave and following months of dry weather, Turkey is facing some of its worst wildfires. Over the past 10 days, more than 150 wildfires broke out in over 30 Turkish provinces. Fed by strong winds and scorching temperatures, the fires spread very fast. Most of the fires have ignited along the Mediterranean and Aegean Sea coasts, several in resort areas that are highly popular for summer vacation.

    (Photo by Mahmut Serdar Alakus/Anadolu Agency)

    On Turkey’s southern coast, farmers are facing apocalyptic scenes as wildfires continue to sweep the country. The fires have left eight people dead and forced thousands of residents and tourists to flee homes or vacation resorts in boats or convoys of cars and trucks. Charred and blackened trees have replaced some of the pine-coated hills in Turkey’s Turquoise Coast. Many villagers lost homes and livestock.

    As residents lost homes and livestock, President Erdogan’s government faced increased criticism over its apparent poor response and inadequate preparedness for large-scale wildfires. The government admitted that it did not have a usable firefighting aircraft fleet. It is very clear that the government lacks a proper plan against forest fires and ignores warnings concerning global warming.


    Turkey’s neighbor Greece has also suffered a record heatwave and has been battling more than 150 wildfires. Fires blazed uncontrolled for a fifth day, ravaging swathes of land on its second-biggest island of Evia, where hundreds of people had to be evacuated by ferry.

    Climate change is already knocking on our doors. As opposed to common understanding, climate change is not an “elitist concern.” By just examining these fires, it is clear that lower and middle-income households have suffered the most. We need to expand awareness and push our governments to consider climate crises very attentively. Otherwise, we will see many environmental refugees in the near future.

     

     

     

     

     

  49. Fighting Ebola and Covid-19, a Liberian health worker’s experience on both fronts

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    Over the last several weeks, I have been following the experiences of persons who survived the Ebola Virus Disease Epidemic in Liberia. But there were many individuals and institutions that were instrumental in ensuring that, even though the West African outbreak was the worst in the history of Ebola outbreaks in the world, it also marked the best experience in which many persons survived, and along with them are numerous benefits; in terms of knowledge improvement about the Ebola Virus Disease itself, the impacts it makes on the human body for those who survive and also for the production of therapeutics and vaccines, some of which have been used to quell most recent outbreaks in the Democratic Republic of Congo and Guinea.

    Health workers, doctors, nurses, and all hospital and health center staff members that refused to balk but faced the challenge with tenaciousness are the remarkable warriors that we can point to for the success story of more Ebola survivors in Liberia and in the West African region.

    But it is a rare experience, as I have been finding out, to fight in more than one public health crisis in a similar role; fighting both the misinformation that accompanies the outbreak, the community stigma and rejection that come with being involved in outbreak response, and the risk to one’s own safety and security.

    This has been the experience of Physician Assistant Maxwell Tangay, a responder at the Coronavirus Treatment Unit at Starbase on the Bushrod Island in Monrovia. Tangay is currently active in the coronavirus response in Liberia. When Liberia’s index case broke, he was there. He was active during the 2014-2016 Ebola outbreak and has been active on many other infectious disease outbreaks since he became a health worker, as he tells me, about 10 years ago. Lassa fever and monkey pox response, he tells me, are experiences under his belt.

    Maxwell Tangay, PA, is a Liberian Health Worker currently responding to Liberia’s Coronavirus Disease outbreak at the Starbase Covid-19 Treatment Unit, CTU, on Bushrod Island in Monrovia. He also responded to the Ebola outbreak in 2014-2016 in Gbarpolu County.

    Tangay completed his training at the Tubman National Institute of Medical Arts in Monrovia, a middle level training institution for Liberia’s health service. At the time he completed his training, he says, Liberia, was fighting the shortage of health workers particularly in rural areas. So, he chose to start his service in rural Liberia, Gbarpolu County, the northwestern part of the country. There he was multi-tasking within the county health system, when after about 2years and six months in active service when Ebola struck Liberia.

    For him, the outbreak was both frightening and a challenge. He says, “the outbreak seems though we as a country were at war; like soldiers trained in combat tactics, but when an enemy invades, then we decide whether to fight as soldiers or retreat in cowardice.” He says to me there were dilemmas that health workers faced responding to Ebola. Family members were very clear to their members who were health workers, as Tangay says, that “we should quit our jobs and retreat to our homes to safety until the outbreak had passed.” Tangay says, landlords evicted their health worker tenants, because they considered them risks to others. But to Tangay, not responding would have been a betrayal to himself, his career and to his country.

    Through our conversation, I get a sense of what it looked like responding to an infectious disease outbreak, Ebola, in remote rural areas where there are no road networks, and where the means of transportation from one location to another is on foot and sometimes, hand propelled canoes. He tells me that it was in rural Gbarpolu, Bokomu District close to Bong County, where the Gbarpolu index case was spotted and for the weeks that followed, health workers including himself were dispatched to respond. Due to the low human resource capacity within the Gbarpolu Health Team and at the time low incidence and sporadic nature of the outbreak, suspects were referred to nearby counties, Bomi for those who were closest in the south of the county, and Bong County for cases that were detected in the eastern part of Gbarpolu County.

    But transporting sick persons from one location within the county to a pickup point where they were then ferry to nearby Bong or Bomi Counties where the capacity was much stronger was the main challenge. Tangay tells me, sick persons were supported to walk by themselves and usually escorted by a health worker who was fully attired with a Personal Protective Equipment and a chlorine spray can.

    Tangay says “as the patient took steps ahead, the health worker sprayed the path that the patient passed through disinfecting the areas. If the patient was becoming weaker as we walked hours, I would help them with an intravenous to restore their strength until we got to the crossing location where we would meet a canoe and an ambulance. The canoe would get the patient across to Bong County, for patients in eastern Gbarpolu and then the Ambulance would take the patient to the ETU in Bong County. Walking took many hours.” The same was the strategy, he tells me, for suspected cases in the south of Gbarpolu who were transferred to Bomi County.

    Tangay says many suspected persons died on the way to treatment because of the lack of road connectivity in Gbarpolu, a situation he says possibly mirrors the experiences in many rural areas of Liberia where ambulances and medical teams could not get access due to impassable roads. But help came for Gbarpolu, he tells me, when the United States deployed about 35 Marines to the County, who constructed the Ebola Treatment Unit. That ETU saw about 2 cases when the outbreak ended in the county[1].

    Responding to covid-19, Tangay says is much easier and less stressful compared to Ebola response. He described Ebola as deleterious, which carried much uncertainty and terror compared with covid-19 response. Tangay says, the use of reinforced personal protective equipment[2], the widespread lack of knowledge about Ebola among health workers, at the time of the Ebola outbreak made it a terror.

    But he says health workers now have even more knowledge about infection prevention and control than they did when Ebola struck. This increased knowledge he attributes to Liberia’s general experience with Ebola. Tangay says, many international partners, including the German Development Cooperation (GIZ), were already present in Liberia preparing health workers to respond to covid 19 before the first case was confirmed. Ebola, he says, presented much confusion and with it, fatality of many health workers.

    Tangay tells me, his duty station was the only isolation unit in the country, an 11-bed unit located at the Redemption Hospital in Monrovia, when covid broke out. The unit is tasked with managing infectious diseases. He was thus a natural first responder during the current covid-19 crisis. A role he says he enjoys playing. Even though, he says, no one enjoys putting their lives and families at risk, but emergency response has been his lot since becoming a practitioner and it is the passion that drives his work.

    [1] Health teams in Bong and Bomi Counties, with much better accessibility to Monrovia where the Ministry of Health headquarters is located aided Gbarpolu’s response to the Ebola outbreak. Gbarpolu is the last created counties among Liberia’s 15counties.

    [2] Reinforced PPEs made it difficult to breathe, as Tangay told me, and health workers had limited opportunities to care for patients while in reinforced PPEs

  50. The Disease-Related Stigma: HIV, Ebola, and COVID-19

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    During my fellowship with the Advocacy Project, I’ve been backing up Matthew in Liberia. His recent blog on stigma and Ebola caused me to think about two other killers – Ebola and HIV/AIDS. All of these diseases were very different but had one thing in common. They had different regions of origin, had varying impacts on the immune system, had targeted diverse parts of the demographic, and were treated differently. At first look, these three diseases may look quite different from each other. However, they all caused some form of stigma. In this blog, I will be referring to Matthew’s experiences and blogs in my own analysis in order to better exemplify the importance and implications of stigma. 

    First of all, what is stigma? It’s stereotyping a certain group or a person and treating them as social outcasts. Causes of stigma may vary but if we have to identify some, they would be: fear, ignorance, prejudice, political propaganda, racism, and xenophobia. The first and most obvious one is fear. When it comes to disease-related stigma, fear exists above all the other factors as the most obvious reaction from people is being afraid of contracting the disease. This obviously applies across the board to all contagious diseases. With that being said, however, other factors help target certain groups of people which the stigma directly impacts. For HIV, this was gay men; for Ebola, it was the people from Africa, and for COVID-19; we have seen that the Asian community has been a huge target for stigmatization and hate. 

    The second most important factor is ignorance and misconception. Usually, when there is a disease that’s spreading at a rapid rate, the most frightening thing about it is its uncertainty. It takes a certain amount of time for the doctors and scientists to come up with a report on the virus or the disease. During that time, conspiracy theories take over the stage. Back in the Middle Ages, they did not understand the science and causes of disease. Even though we are not living in the Middle Ages anymore, we have a new system now that causes ignorance which is the circulation of wrong information through different media outlets. Our Liberia fellow, Matthew has talked about the misinformation campaign during the EVD crisis. The survivors explain that during the spread of the disease, there was a myth that claimed that the crisis was a ploy by the Government to sell human kidneys to some foreigners who were in the country to purchase kidneys for hefty payments. Through the spread of this misinformation, the response against the disease was highly damaged. Stigma caused by misinformation makes it much harder to isolate, understand and deal with the root causes of the problem and use science as our guide.

    The next factor is prejudice. With AIDS, it was homosexuality and sex that made people more biased towards the group of people who were being infected. When HIV broke out around 1981 in San Fransisco, people labeled it as “a gay man’s disease.” This label had so many social implications that delayed the founding of the treatment. Because of its main transmission source which is through sex, radical religious groups believed that it was God’s way of punishing gay people or people who are having premarital sex. Of course, in the 1980s gay people were heavily stigmatized, so the disease that was associated with them fed on this bias and fear. 

    The most recent factor that we have seen when we are dealing with COVID-19 was political propaganda. When we look at HIV, we have seen a similar political response, where a certain group of people was targeted by the politicians. We also see that the initial response to disease by the politicians highly impacts the perception of people. HIV was not taken seriously by President Reagan and the response was highly delayed causing more deaths and infections. Similarly, during COVID-19, we have witnessed that the politicians around the world did not take the disease seriously at first and the response was delayed. The former U.S. President Donald Trump, not only underestimated the dangers of COVID-19 but also had racist remarks about the origins of the disease by calling it the “Chinese virus” which had a huge impact on the public’s perspective on the disease. 

    The final factor which feeds from political propaganda is racism and xenophobia. When politicians openly target a group for a certain problem in society, people seemed to blame that group for all the disasters that the problem has caused. As a result, they also tend to express their hate and dislike towards that group much more bravely. During COVID-19, we have seen that the Asian community has been a huge target for stigmatization and hate because of the aforementioned remarks coming from the president. 

    So, what does stigma do other than targeting certain groups of people? The short answer is that the overall result and effect of stigma make the crisis worse. The stigma becomes a barrier to care for patients with HIV, Ebola, and COVID-19, which often lead to some form of disaffection with the infected persons. Patients going untreated because of stigma fuels further transmission. So, the rate of transmission increases leading to a higher number of cases. Stigma also leads to discrimination after the disease has been treated as well. For example, patients who have recovered from Ebola faced discrimination, primarily due to fear, ignorance. According to Matthew’s first blog, he is talking about a risk officer at the local bank who has lost his job because he contracted Ebola and was denied access to the bank even after he recovered. 

    Many questions arise from this discussion: Are we going to see prejudice against the survivors of COVID-19? If yes, how will that look like? Are we going to see prejudice against anti-vaxxers and how are we going to make sure that everyone gets vaccinated? Would stigmatizing anti-vaxxers work or would that make this problem even more dangerous? The answers to these questions are going to be integral as we enter a post-pandemic world. From the looks of it, we are about to see a huge backlash against unvaccinated people as the countries in Europe are thinking about limiting unvaccinated people’s access to public transportation, public spaces, and malls. However, this can cause unvaccinated people to have more radicalized opinions and completely deter them from getting the vaccine. It’s also important to remember that some people around the world, especially in the Global South and developing countries, are still struggling to get the vaccine. This means that stigma might develop against people from less fortunate backgrounds and places with none to limited resources causing once again for minorities and marginalized communities to take the biggest hit. 

  51. How being isolated in the community reinforced stigma and resentment against persons and families affected by the 2014-2016 Ebola crisis in Liberia

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    One of the most brutal memories of encountering and overcoming Ebola for survivors is the isolation that accompanied news of being infected with the virus or being a suspect. Ebola was not an airborne infection. Proven modes of transmission are through direct contact with an infected person, their belongings, and the contaminated part of one’s body (mostly the hand) touching body openings, like the eyes, nose, ear, or mouth. The Ebola virus is known to live on surfaces for several days.

    Given the disbelief that greeted the outbreak at the time, and the ingrained culture of caring for the sick in Liberia, and probably the subregion, following the Ebola prevention edicts, especially of no touching, proved difficult. And with the refusal, came the spread of infections and the unfortunate deaths of many, otherwise innocent people who believed they were only playing the caring role for a family member who had fallen sick.

    An Ebola Prevention Message from the Monrovia City Corporation (Liberia, 2014)

    The Ebola infections in Barkedu, Lofa County that reportedly sparked the second outbreak were made worse by a group of villagers providing care for their sick son and his girlfriend who had travelled from Monrovia. Even though messages had gone around that Liberia was facing an Ebola emergency, the accompanying disinformation campaign that Ebola was fake news, and a calculated ploy by the Government to sell human kidneys, saw people flout the caution[1] that was required in dealing with sick persons during the early days of a crisis.

    The two had contracted Ebola in Monrovia, through contact with a housemate who contracted Ebola in Sierra Leone and escaped to Barkedu for fear of being taken in at the Ebola Treatment Unit or being isolated in their Monrovia neighbourhood. The outbreak they caused killed close to 500 persons. We learned about this case during one of our encounters with Ebola survivors. You can read more detail about this account here.

    At the time, the message of isolation had not sunk in, the conspiracy theories were still being peddled and with them the innocent deaths and contagion. But the golden rule was, “don’t touch a sick person; no matter what.” It was a difficult rule to follow, as Ebola survivors have been telling me. “How do you tell me, I should not touch my sick or dying mother, father, brother, sister or child because I would contract Ebola if I did?” an Ebola survivor gnawed at me. “Along with the Ebola myths that had spread, we were prepared to die, if that were the case, for our loved ones. But if it was a heresy to care for our sick, we were prepared to commit that as well.”

    An Ebola Prevention Messaging during the 2014 Outbreak (Liberia, 2014)

    As the crisis dragged on and more deaths were reported, communities themselves got involved in reporting suspected sick persons and preventing new entries into their communities. It is this period during the outbreak that survivors have told me that they mostly dread, and which still brings sorrow to them when they think about their experiences during the crisis 6years after.

    The symptoms of being an Ebola suspect were diarrhoea, vomiting and passing out watery stool, lack of appetite, high fever, hiccups, and at acute stages, the oozing of blood through the ears, nose, and mouth. All of these symptoms render the body weak. And a sick person would often require the help of a relative to rehydrate. But touching was a taboo. No one was permitted to touch the sick or come within a few inches.

    Suspects, whether individual or whole families, were cordoned off in their homes and community members were made aware that a particular household held Ebola suspects or confirmed cases and that no community member was permitted to come in any contact. Those who were providing food to isolated persons were required to leave the food at the doorstep.

    These edicts reinforced the stigma survivors faced even after they recovered and returned home, as did the arrival of Ebola Response Team (to take out the sick or dead person), along with them, an ambulance with a loud siren. Any home visited by the Response Team became an isolation and stigmatization target.

    The Ebola Response Team, itself, was challenged. The two GSM companies operating in Liberia during the crisis, Orange and MTN, created a hotline, 4455, to report suspected cases. Survivors have been telling me, that calls were made for many days before a Response Ambulance would be dispatched sometimes to take the sick person to the treatment center or to collect the corpse of those who did not live so long and expired before the team could arrive.

    In the Pipeline Community of Paynesville City, on the outskirts of Monrovia, a female survivor told me, her husband became sick with the symptoms of Ebola and she and her young child were the only persons at home with the father. After many tries at various community health facilities, the husband passed away and for days the Ebola Response Team was called in to collect the corpse, but to no avail.

    Upon arriving at the nearby police station to report that her husband had died at home of suspected Ebola symptoms, the Police Officers locked themselves in for fear of contracting Ebola through the lady, even though Ebola was not airborne.

    The lady and her son became infected but survived. She had to leave the community after recovering. She told me the isolation that was enforced when her husband became sick and died, was still in place when she returned from the Ebola Treatment Unit.

    She was not allowed to fetch water at the community water center; community members who decided to help her would not touch the lady’s water utensils. “They would use their bucket, fetch the water and stand at a distance and pour the water into mine; at the market, people would run from me; merchants in the community would refuse to accept money from me; all this while I had been declared Ebola free and I posed no risk to the community.” She had to relocate to her brother’s residence in the Johnsonville community, some 7 kilometres from Pipeline where she recalled this experience.

    Another survivor told me, “our entire home became an island in the community after our father, through whom we contracted Ebola, passed away. We were taken in at the ETU and upon returning, the community turned on us. I remember the first night, my siblings and I had to sleep outside, in an unfinished building. We had gone to a different community to stay with our relatives, but because of the rule that no person was allowed to leave their community, we were sent back to our home. But the fear and shame of being stigmatized and isolated, as we experienced when our father was sick, forced us to spend the night in an unfinished building.”

    Survivors say, “if there is anything we dread about Ebola or covid-19, it is the isolation, rejection and stigma that come with being infected.”

    “We hope such episode will not come again in our lifetime.”

    [1] After people literally refused not to touch the sick, health authorities revised the rules to require plastic coverings on face and hands to provide care for a sick relative and thorough disinfection using chlorine.

  52. Uganda Approves Herbal Supplements in the Fight Against COVID-19

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    On June 29, the National Drug Authority (NDA) of Uganda approved a herbal supplement called Covidex designed as a supportive treatment in the management of Covid and other viral infections. The drug was developed by Professor Patrick Engeu Ogwang, head of pharmacy at Mbarara University of Science and Technology, located in southwestern Uganda. The drug reportedly contains extracts of berberine, a chemical most commonly taken for diabetes, and zanthoxylum gilletii, a plant with analgesic properties. 

    Uganda has a long history of traditional medicine (TM). During colonial rule, TM was disparaged as backwards in comparison to the “superior” western medicine (WM) introduced and systematized by the British. Since independence in 1962, subsequent Ugandan governments have embraced TM in an effort to strengthen national and cultural identities. The 1993 Drugs Regulatory Authority Act stated that research should be conducted into traditional and herbal medicine. This trend has clearly continued into the Covid crisis, with the government backing not only Covidex, but also Covilyce, a different solution produced by a team at Gulu University

    The speed of approval of Covidex is alarming to health advocates. Dr. Monica Musenero, Presidential Advisor on Epidemics and COVID-19, commented: “‘All we see is information on social media of pictures of people lining up to buy the drug. We are not saying that the vaccine is bad or it does not work or is harmful. We just need evidence. Science is designed in a way that no single individual can claim that something works without convincing a panel of other people.’”  Dr. Ambrose Talosuna, the World Health Organization (WHO) Africa’s team leader on emergency preparedness, similarly cautioned against fast-tracking a new drug: “‘people are gullible in a situation like this where there is a pandemic. My recommendation is for the Professor to take his drug through rigorous testing.’” After only 14 days of investigation, Covidex was approved as a supportive treatment in the management of viral infections, with initial scientific assessments completed in a scant three days. Even as random controlled clinical trials are ongoing, the drug has hit the market. 

    Although the NDA explicitly approved Covidex as a supportive treatment, many Ugandans believe that it cures Covid. Emma Ojok, administrator at Gulu Disabled Persons Union in northern Uganda, heard via social media that Covidex takes three days to cure Covid. Over the radio, many users are giving testimony that the drug helped them recover. Emma feels more optimistic about the pandemic with the introduction of this seemingly life-saving drug: “if someone tells you if you take this drug, you are not going to die of Covid. If something works, why don’t we promote it. If it’s curing people, why can’t we use it?” Clearly, the messaging around Covidex does not reflect the reality of the drug as a supplement.

    Included within the danger of false advertising is the manufacture and sale of knock-off Covidex on the black market. Victoria, founder of Women in Action for Women (WAW) in northern Uganda, worries about “duplicates,” especially since hawkers are selling them at more affordable prices than the real drug, which, at 35,000 UGS is out of the price range of the majority of the population.  

     

  53. Refugees: A Forgotten Population in the Pandemic

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    According to a projection by UNHCR, 97.3 million people of concern around the world needing assistance in 2021, including 50 million Internally Displaced people, 26 million refugees, and 5 million asylum seekers. Additionally, 85% of refugees worldwide are in low and middle-income countries where the pandemic has exacerbated economic challenges and strained their fragile health infrastructure. The health concerns facing this vulnerable population are tremendous.

    1. Direct health challenges: Living in urban areas and densely populated camps with shared bathrooms and showers, limited hygiene, and limited protective gear make social distancing impractical and difficult. Many refugees are required to have their identification documents if they need access to health services, however since many are undocumented, the further narrowing of their already limited public health service access is a serious concern.
    2. The burden of trauma: In addition to the trauma that comes with fleeing their homes, dealing with violence, stigmatization, and grief, the pandemic has furthered the mental health challenges of this community. They are experiencing the emotional toll of being a refugee but also fearing losing their livelihood and being isolated during this time.
    3. Economic challenges: During the lockdowns, many refugees have lost their daily income and their temporary jobs. Additionally, they have also been prevented from working in the host country. This further limits their ability to afford treatment if infected with the virus and rebuild their lives.
    4. Halt in the education of the youth: During COVID-19, many schools across the world were closed for in-person classes. The technology and infrastructure required to support a virtual education in many countries were not available. Particularly for the girls who are refugees, an estimation by Malala Fund depicts that half of the refugee girls in secondary schools won’t be able to return when school reopens. It is crucial that we don’t let the pandemic and our negligence rob millions of children of their education and future.
    5. Limited access to information: The socio-cultural barriers and marginalization of these communities have made it challenging to promote health literacy and up-to-date information about the virus and the pandemic.
    6. Limited healthcare professionals in countries of violence: In 2020 alone, there were over 1000 attacks, and 400 particularly with COVID-19, on health care professionals, facilities, as well as patients in countries of conflict such Yemen, Syria, and Libya, according to the UC Berkley Human Rights Center and Insecurity. Additionally, in Syria, approximately 70% of the health workforce left the country leaving only 52% of the primary care centers available. In Yemen also, only 50% of all the health facilities are functional with a mere number of 10 healthcare workers for 10,000 people.

     

    Moving forward, governments of the host countries must include refugees in their health and protection schemes to increase access to quality healthcare regardless of their documentation. An effort should be made to increase the dissemination of the pandemic guidelines in these communities. Education and health are a right to all citizens of the world and governments should make a point to understand that nobody is safe until everybody is safe.

     

     

  54. The Risk of Withdrawing Troops from Afghanistan

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    Disclaimer: My conclusion is based on a compilation of facts from various news sources and is solely my opinion on the matter. 

     

    In April of 2021, the Biden Administration decided to pull out United States troops in Afghanistan by September 11th, 2021. This decision was made on the conclusion that the United States has done what it needed to do in Afghanistan, which includes justice towards the treacherous acts committed by Osama Bin Laden, attack and capture the terrorists involved in 9/11, and lastly, decrease the threat that Afghanistan could be a hub for terrorists to attack the United States in the future. 

    Withdrawing troops out of Afghanistan with many risks. The Taliban could take control which would destroy the democracy created in Afghanistan and further hinder women and girls’ rights. The progress Afghanistan has shown in having a more stable government and life for its citizens will start to seize as power is shifted in the hands of what the United States government has tried to prevent for two decades. 

    Over the past two decades, women’s and girls’ rights have drastically improved compared to the 1990s. The post-Taliban regime gave 87 percent of Afghan people the right to medical facilities, medical care, and medical services available for women. Education for women and girls also improved. Secondary education for girls went from 3 percent in 2003 to 39 percent in 2017. Lastly, women had their voices heard in government. Twenty-one percent of women were civil servants compared to zero while the Taliban was in control, and today, 27 percent of women are currently members of parliament. Ensuring more women and girls attain education and have the resources to be able to have their voices heard through government and the workforce is the change that is necessary to improve Afghanistan as a country. The past two decades have allowed Afghanistan to also grow its GDP from almost 2 billion in 1990 to 19.81 billion US dollars in 2020. This GDP increase has allowed for more opportunities for its citizens, but it is at risk of being taken away.

    As the Taliban takes control of more provinces in Afghanistan, they will also control the rights of the people occupying the land. They will continue to do this, being that there are no troops to stop them. As they continue to take control, they will also restrict the rights of people, especially women and girls. The increased GDP and education in the country will decrease and will be left in the same condition found by United States troops in 2001. 

    The United States should pull out its troops from Afghanistan but not in the country’s current condition. They should leave when they know that the Taliban is not a risk to Afghanistan and its citizens. As precedent has shown, the Taliban will soon take control over Afghanistan if there are no occupying forces in the country to stop its control. 

     

  55. What the US-Liberia Clinical Partnership for Research on Ebola Vaccines (Virus) in Liberia, PREVAIL sought to accomplish, and what Ebola Survivors expected, left them feeling short-changed

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    Talk to any survivor of the Ebola Virus Disease in Liberia, the acronym PREVAIL stands out. As it stands, this was the main institutional support mechanism that showed some interests in the lives of survivors, and the issues that survivors faced when they came out of the Ebola Treatment Units.

    To survivors, PREVAIL was meant to take care of the myriad needs that came with surviving Ebola. It was already a partnership between Liberia and US Government Institutions and sought to understand what the effects of Ebola were for the persons who survived. “The United States is always noted for goodwill,” and in the minds of survivors, as I have been learning, the US partnership would have addressed their needs.

    As things stood, the West African outbreak saw so many more persons survived the disease than anywhere else in the history of Ebola outbreaks around Africa. But the numerous survivors in Liberia presented policy makers with an uncharted territory. There was no blueprint, as Tolbert Nyenswa, the then Incident Manager of the Liberian Outbreak, and former Director General of the National Public Health Institute told me this week.

    Tolbert Nyenswa, then Incident Manager of the Liberian Ebola Outbreak (Liberia, 2018)

    “We had no clue as to what we were facing in persons who were surviving Ebola.” Nyenswa continued: “August 2014 was the worst month of the outbreak in Liberia. But when we hit September, and the Ebola message sunk in, and people began turning themselves in early, many people actually started to survive Ebola. We came from a case fatality rate of 90% to about 50%. This was a marked improvement; and after September, and after iterating many treatment strategies and protocols, we settled on early treatment, trace, and isolate contacts. This strategy saw numerous Ebola survivors. But with them came many possibly new challenges.”

    Nyenswa asserts that policymakers knew that survivors were a “special” population who now faced many needs and challenges which could not be left to themselves. It was in this situation that the then Minister of Health Dr Walter Gwenigale, as Tolbert told me, wrote to his US Counterparts at the Department of Health and Human Services, at the time and said that the outbreak in Liberia presented a good opportunity to develop vaccines and therapeutics to solve the treatment puzzle of Ebola.

    Before that time, there had been no known treatment for Ebola. PREVAIL was born in late 2014, and a team of US scientists were dispatched to Liberia to partner with their Liberian counterparts. Their first mission was to test experimental drugs and vaccine candidates. And this process went on, according to Nyenswa, as the outbreak waned and “we hit the end of 2014.” This was PREVAIL One, the first study. The second focus was on clinical trials of investigational drugs for treating Ebola.

    The multiple survivors in Liberia presented another opportunity for research to further study the effects of Ebola on those who recovered. “We knew that recovering Ebola presented many challenges and from the scientific standpoint, decided to investigate what recovering Ebola meant for individuals. This was PREVAIL three, the third focus of the study which involved survivors.”

    Nyenswa continued: “Any person who has believed that PREVAIL was to take care of the needs, rightfully of Ebola survivors, is mistaken.” Even though survivors have genuine needs that should be taken care of, Tolbert clarified that PREVAIL was solely dedicated to the scientific study of the effects of Ebola and its natural evolution in persons who were surviving the virus, and the efficacy of possible therapeutics and vaccines. The Ebola natural history study, which was PREVAIL three, studied the effects of Ebola on survivors and identified many issues and made referrals for treatment for issues that were identified in survivors.”

    But not so fortunately for survivors, Nyenswa tells me, PREVAIL’s mandate was purely scientific, and this is what it accomplished.

    To survivors and their leadership, PREVAIL only used them as a study ground; but gave no attention to the real needs that they had, and for which they voluntarily decided to participate in the PREVAIL studies.

    Mr Anthony Naileh, President of the Survivors Network tells me: “We had many needs and still those needs are unaddressed. At each call for survivors, we were always present in the hope that our government and international partners had realised what the virus had done to us, and they were here to help us service these many needs. But our expectations were always dampened and five years after, PREVAIL ended, with no impact in the lives of survivors.”

    Mr Anthony Naileh, President of the National Ebola Survivors Network of Liberia

    To Nyenswa, PREVAIL did accomplish its objectives. He touts the use of experimental drugs and vaccines in the recent Ebola outbreaks in the Democratic Republic of Congo, and the recent Guinea Ebola outbreak earlier this year, where vaccines which, he says, were tried and confirmed in Liberia, were used to extinguish such upsurge as successes of the PREVAIL partnership.

    But to survivors, “they only used us, accomplished their goals, through the different medical procedures and examinations, but we still reel from the crisis and these issues we still grapple with.”

    Nyenswa says to me, “survivors rightly feel neglected. Indeed, they have been neglected by the Government and I hope that the current Government will draw on the strategic plan we developed for survivors to address the needs that survivors have, including child survivors, who rightly need to be educated and supported into adulthood; and children whose parents and benefactors died of Ebola during the outbreak. Their medical needs were anticipated and to be integrated within the primary healthcare system. We did not want to create separate facilities for Ebola survivors. These would have been even more stigmatizing. We developed all of this in a strategic plan.”

    “We envisaged that the Mental Health Department at the Ministry of Health and the Department of Social Protection at the Ministry of Gender, Children and Social Protection would take care of the needs of survivors through an institutionalized mechanism. But the change in Government and apparently the economic difficulties facing the country now mean that survivors, are either lost in the priorities and I can imagine the consequences of abandoning survivors to their own devices.”

    Nyenswa continues that “the needs are still there; it is good that the survivors network is established and functional, they have to direct their advocacy to the right authorities to address these issues, the Ministries of Health and Gender, Children and Social Protection.”

    As he told me, “PREVAIL had a fixed agenda, a scientific analysis of the evolution of Ebola and its effects and finding treatments, and we hope the Government of Liberia would take up the issues facing survivors up till today.”

  56. Vietnam’s New COVID Rise and What it Means

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    Since the beginning of the pandemic, while many other countries with typically much more advanced healthcare systems struggled to contain the Coronavirus, Vietnam defied the odds and became a bastion against the virus. The government implemented everything from contact tracing to strict lockdowns to great success; resulting in Vietnam never reaching over 100 cases a day for over a year while nations such as the United States and Italy reeled against the wave of Coronavirus. For those 13 months, the country and its people enjoyed relative ease and comfort knowing that the virus was contained in their small corner of the world.

     

    The course was soon reversed when in June, COVID cases in Vietnam started to spike exponentially. One Vietnamese doctor, Tran Van Phuc, wrote on Facebook that “Vietnam is now officially entering the pandemic,”. His words could not have been more prophetic. Lockdowns entered a new stage and the country was on high alert. What they had avoided for all these months has finally come upon them.

    So what changed? How did this country go from a case study on how to handle a virus to be a new center for its spread? Health officials point to a few reasons. First, since these outbursts of cases are centered around religious gatherings and factory workplaces, officials point to these as the problem. With months of relative safety, it seems the general populace may have eased up a bit. Secondly, health officials also point to the new Delta variant of COVID. This new Delta variant of COVID is much more transmissible than the initial Alpha variant that has been with us since the beginning. This variant has also been leading the rise in new cases and deaths globally, potentially prolonging the pandemic.

    The million-dollar question on everyone’s mind: Will we continually go into lockdown whenever a new variant arises and will we ever get out of this pandemic?

  57. Improving Nutrition in Kibera One Kitchen Garden At a Time

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    Worms. Hundreds of wrinkly red worms. I know, at first glance, worms can seem very irrelevant to improving nutrition in Kibera. However, worms are the reason why women in Kibera were able to start harvesting their own vegetables and improve their families’ daily nutrition intake. Before we understand this seemingly strange connection, I want to talk more about nutrition problems and food insecurity in crowded slums like Kibera. 

    Food insecurity is defined as a lack of consistent access to enough food for every person in a household to live an active, healthy life. This issue is most prevalent in urban places, especially in Sub-Saharan Africa where the majority of the urban population is living on less than one dollar a day which forces them to eat only one meal per day. According to an article called “Hunger and Food Security in Nairobi’s slums: An Assessment using IRT Models”, food insecurity among slum dwellers in Nairobi is widespread, with nearly half of all households being categorized as “food-insecure with both adult and child hunger” and only one in five are food-secure. These numbers suggest the severity of the nutrition and food insecurity problems in slums like Kibera. 

    So, where do the worms come into play? It all started when our partner, Stella, in Kibera wanted to solve the issue of nutrition and find a way to take advantage of the food waste. After a quick google search, she says, she found an article on vermiculture composting. Vermiculture composting is different from other types of composting methods as it involves worms. You can store these worms in bins which solves the issue of finding enough space as you can store the bins in your backyard or even your living room. Worms digest the food waste and form a liquid called leachate at the bottom of the three-tiered composting system. Of course, figuring out this system and the process were not as easy as it sounds. Stella and other women who are involved in this project spent months trying to find the system that would give them the best results.

    After they have figured out the best way to compost, they were able to use the liquid at the bottom as a fertilizer. The nutrients and beneficial microbes in the worm compost diffuse into the water making liquid fertilizer for the plants. Once they had that fertilizer, they were able to use that in their rooftop and kitchen gardens to harvest more vegetables and plants. At the end of this long process, ladies in Kibera were able to harvest a lot of different types of vegetables from pumpkins to traditional greens. Not only, that helped them to provide their families a more nutritious food but also enabled them to functionalize their food waste. So, beyond improving the food insecurity in Kibera, this project deals with one of the most important problems of our age which is food waste.

    Starting this fellowship, I had no idea that I was going to talk so much about worms. Throughout my fellowship, I have grown to appreciate the ingenious ideas and projects of people who are working with the Advocacy Project. I want to dedicate this blog to Stella and her friends in Kibera to celebrate them for what they have done and for more to come! (And of course, the honorable mention goes to the worms!)

  58. In Memoriam: Ms. Dolly Oryem

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    Co-written by Emma Okello, administrator at the Gulu Disabled Person’s Union, and Anna Braverman, Peace Fellow at the Advocacy Project. 

    On June 29, 2021, Ms. Dolly Oryem, the head teacher of Gulu Primary School, passed away from Covid-19. Her death is a devastating blow to all who knew her. Dolly, in the words of her peers, was a very jolly person and hardworking lady with a lovely family. In charge of Gulu Primary for four years, Dolly transformed the school into a paragon for inclusive education, especially in regards to children with disabilities. She took it upon herself to advocate on behalf of children with disabilities, going out of her way to partner with local organizations that support this population. Under Dolly’s leadership, Gulu Primary participated in Blaze Sports Project, USAID’s Uganda initiative to increase inclusion of children with physical disabilities in sport, and the All Stars Project, which seeks to empower disabled youth through performance theory. Prior to her untimely death, Dolly was planning to build a career in inclusive education. 

    Indeed, her track record in this department is impressive. Always welcoming, approachable, and eager to help, Dolly dedicated herself to improving the lives of children with disabilities. At Gulu Primary, Dolly trained teachers on how to integrate these children in the classroom. She was in constant communication with Emma Okello and Patrick Ojok, AP’s partners at the Gulu Disabled Person’s Union (GDPU), to learn about opportunities to better support this vulnerable population. In May, 2021, Dolly ordered 400 masks for her students from GDPU in conjunction with a disabled tailor named Mama Cave; this order provided the staff at GDPU, and Mama Cave, with crucial economic assistance during an exceptionally challenging time. 

    Tragically, Ms. Dolly Oryem contracted Covid-19 before she had the opportunity to fully realize her leadership potential. Even though Dolly was taking medication for diabetes and eating carefully, she became very ill from Covid at the outset of infection. Initially, she was admitted to Gulu Regional Referral Hospital, but due to the seriousness of her illness, she was later admitted to Lacor Hospital. Despite the best efforts of hospital staff,  Dolly passed away after two weeks. 

    In order to prevent deaths like that of Ms. Dolly Oryem, the Ugandan government needs to increase the speed of its vaccine rollout, and increase its messaging on COVID-19 so that Ugandans are aware of the danger, and take effective countermeasures. Unfortunately, until vaccine patents are waived by the World Trade Organization (WTO), it is difficult to imagine how Uganda will be able to significantly increase its vaccine supply. 

    GDPU and AP send our prayers to the loving family of Ms. Dolly Oryem, and thank them for their dedication to inclusive education. The children at Gulu Primary will continue to reap the benefits of Dolly’s service for years to come. 

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    ​​For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal (2 Corinthians 4:17-18).

     

  59. School, Art, and Covid 19

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    I clearly remember the last day of normal we had before lockdown. I was on the school tennis team, and we had just gotten back from a match, when we got a message from the school administration, announcing that we would have virtual school.

    It was supposed to be temporary, and everything was supposed to open up again at the end of April. At the time, it seemed like Covid 19 was just a virus that was affecting other people in other parts of the world far away from us, and the lockdown was merely a fun break from school, like a snow day. It got even better when the school district announced that none of the grades from lockdown would count. It seemed we got a relaxing vacation from the stress of our school.

    Eventually, though, the end of April came by and the school stayed closed. The once humorous news stories of people fighting over toilet paper in grocery stores felt stale as the death rates skyrocketed and the world grew grimmer. Since the school work no longer mattered, and all activities were shut down, I lost my motivation to do anything. Days blended into weeks and time lost all meaning. Summer break eventually rolled around, but the official end of my freshman year barely even registered.

    Then, out of the blue, something new started. My art class had been shut down due to lockdown, but my art teacher started offering virtual classes. Virtual classes didn’t feel very enticing at first, but I signed up to strengthen my skills. As the days went on, painting felt fun and enjoyable. Art class became one way I was able to keep track of the days, and it was a chance to actually do something. Making artwork felt rewarding because it actually resulted in a tangible result. I started making artwork outside of art class, and it helped me express myself. It gave me something to do during the summer.

    In August, when school started back, there was a heavy air of fear. We had in-person school, but that just meant that we were in danger of getting covid. There were no major safety policies and places, and every other day, some students would get quarantined for weeks. Students were testing positive, but we had no idea how many of our classmates had Covid, or how safe the school was.

    Amidst all of that uncertainty, my school art class was the only stable place for me. There weren’t many students in the class, so we were far apart and safe. Instead of the stressful classwork, and crowded rooms, we could peacefully work on our paintings for an hour at the end of the day. It was relaxing and made me feel less anxious, during the year.

    Now, Covid 19 is almost over where I live, and things are returning back to normal, but art is still helping me express myself, and deal with stress. It brought me a sense of normalcy, in the midst of a global pandemic, and it continues to help me to this day.

  60. Waive Vaccine Patents: The Antidote to COVID-19

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    In Uganda, of a population of 46 million people, only 920,000, or 2% of the population, are vaccinated. Compared to the United States, where 60% of the population is fully vaccinated, that is an incredibly small number. Largely as a result of the slow vaccine rollout, in addition to high rates of autoimmune diseases, elevated levels of poverty, and lack of access to adequate healthcare, the pandemic continues to wreak havoc in this East African country as it fades into the rearview mirror of wealthy nations.   

    As of July 12, 2021, Uganda has received 1.04 million COVID-19 vaccine doses from COVAX, a joint initiative by CEPI, Gavi, and WHO to supply third-world countries with voluntarily donated COVID-19 vaccines. Initially, COVAX was sourced in large part by the Serum Institute of India, but in May India halted vaccine exports to combat an extreme rise in cases caused by the Delta variant. COVAX receives its funding from donor governments, multilateral organizations, and prepayments from self-financing countries. These contributions allow 92 low-income countries to receive fully-funded vaccines, including Uganda.

    But, COVAX is not supplying nearly enough vaccines; as of June 2021, COVAX has delivered only 90 million out of a promised 2 billion doses. According to Victoria Nyanjura, an activist for women’s empowerment in northern Uganda, the UN system is to blame for the lack of vaccines. “Can [the UN system] support developing countries and do more to make sure they have enough vaccines? They have failed to respond to [COVID-19].” Indeed, the world’s richest countries have secured enough planned deliveries of approved doses to cover their populations more than 4.5 times over, with only 0.3% of total doses going to low income countries. 

    Unless the proposed waiver of the Trade-Related Aspects of Intellectual Property Rights (TRIPS) is approved by the World Trade Organization (WTO), lower and middle-income countries (LMICs) will be forced to rely on the goodwill of wealthy nations for vaccines, which is in shorter supply than the vaccines themselves. As things currently stand, pharmaceutical companies such as Pfizer possess water-tight patents on their vaccines, meaning that manufacturers in other countries do not have the freedom to produce COVID-19 vaccines and other health technologies without the fear of infringing upon another party’s intellectual property (IP) rights. 

    Despite the fact that all vaccine manufacturers in the global north were publicly-funded, companies such as Moderna are making enormous profits from vaccine sales. The bottom line is that pharmaceutical companies are profiting from LMICs’ inability to produce their own vaccines. In the words of public health activist Achal Prabhala, “the lack of vaccines elsewhere in the world is something that [these manufacturers] have allowed to happen, and will profit from themselves in the future because there will be a market for different variants in the future.”

    So far, the WTO has towed the line between waiving vaccine patents and protecting intellectual property by stressing the importance of voluntary licensing. However, of the 15 COVID-19 vaccine manufacturers worldwide, only Gilead Sciences and Merck have agreed to voluntary licensing agreements — with five generic companies in India and Pakistan in the case of the former, and with five generic companies in India in the case of the latter. Local vaccine manufacturers throughout the entire continent of Africa still do not have the rights to produce COVID-19 vaccines under the voluntary licensing scheme. Clearly, more has to be done.

    The seven governments that currently oppose the TRIPS waiver proposal, including the UK, Australia, Brazil, Japan, Norway, Switzerland, and the EU, must drop their opposition and support the waiver as soon as possible in order to effectively and equitably combat the global pandemic, and save millions of lives. In the face of a global health emergency, the right to health and the right to life trump the right to intellectual property. If TRIPS is not waived, it will continue to be, in the words of World Bank Chief Economist Joseph Stiglitz, a death warrant for thousands of people in the poorest countries of the world.

  61. How stigma has manifested among Liberian Ebola Survivors, and what the emergence of covid-19 means for them

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    Five years after the Ebola crisis in Liberia, and when attention to Ebola survivors began to fade in 2020, covid-19 emerged. The coronavirus crisis has reignited community apprehension against Ebola survivors, and even among Ebola survivors themselves, as Leaders of the National Ebola Survivors Network of Liberia have told me in recent weeks.

    Postcard on covid-19 cases during the start of the pandemic (Liberia, 2020; Photocredit: NPHIL, MOH-RL)

    At the start of Liberia’s bout with covid-19 in 2020, myths that were once used to stigmatize survivors were resurrected. Survivors began stigmatizing themselves given their apprehension about another pandemic, covid-19, coincidentally, 5years after Liberia’s Ebola crisis.

    Survivors, as the leaders have indicated to me, believe that the crisis had “come for them.” Others speculated that 2020 was the “apocalypse”-the five years maximum life span predicted for survivors after their EVD experience. 2020 was five years since 2015 when Liberia had her first Ebola Free Declaration.

    While there is no scientific proof or consensus about the maximum lifespan of survivors after recovering from Ebola, survivors have been telling me that the myth that their life span post-Ebola is five years is rife among communities where survivors are known, those places they lived when they encountered the Ebola virus and those places that they relocated to after recovering[1].

    The tag of “five years life span” features prominently among the many stigmatizing experiences that Ebola survivors have faced since their return from the Ebola Treatment Unit. Leaders tell me the tag is used to brush off Ebola survivors as being less than “normal” human beings, with “visible fragilities who would soon disappear;” hence the “normal” will not have to put up with them for a long time.

    As covid-19 broke out, communities speculated in two directions: one, the apocalypse had dawned, and survivors would no longer pose threats to them. It has already been five year and time had come for the “end” of survivors; and two, survivors were possible carriers of, and vulnerable to the coronavirus; reinforcing the stigma, isolation, and scorn that survivors faced during the Ebola crisis.

    Survivors themselves have concerns about covid-19. They face medical complications like memory loss, body pains and battered immune systems. While, I have not read in the relevant literature that survivors have weaker immune systems, we can speculate that, due to the many health issues survivors report being faced with, at present and the effects of Ebola on their general health, Ebola survivors could be classified as people with pre-existing conditions or “vulnerable” immune systems; the kind of people who have had difficult experiences with covid-19.

    While we have not, at yet, learned about an Ebola survivor who has tested positive for covid-19, survivors have anxieties about what the possible effects of contracting covid-19 would mean for them. This anxiety increased among survivors, as the Survivor Network’s Leaders have told me, when covid-19 was reported in Liberia.

    The leaders took to local radio stations, as they said, to dispel the myth that covid-19 had meant the apocalypse for survivors, or that survivors were possible carriers of, or vulnerable to covid-19. The leaders also promoted preventive messages as the National covid-19 Response Team did, encouraging survivors to follow the health protocols to keep themselves and their families safe.

    Due to the memory loss complication that has been reported widely among Ebola survivors, they are sarcastically referred to as people with small brain capacity, measured in “megabytes” rather than “gigabytes.”

    By megabyte, leaders say to me, survivors are described as people whose brain cannot bear the workload of “normal” human beings. “Normal” human beings have brain capacities measured in gigabytes and can bear more load, as the sarcasm goes.

    This sort of stigma has been reported widely among survivors who suffer constant forgetfulness. While memory loss is an issue, as we have learned, to all survivors, those who have spoken to me so far, report that they abnormally forget things since their return from the Ebola Treatment Unit, eliciting the “small brain” stigma.

    Fear of contamination also led to community overreactions against survivors. Survivors have been literally “community untouchables.” They could not transact business or interact in the community. Community merchants refused money from survivors; including persons living in the households of survivors who themselves had not tested positive for the Ebola virus.

    Children of survivors and child survivors were not allowed to play with other children. Young adults, some of whom reported that they were attending high school and colleges faced isolation from their peers. Three of the young adults, all women, I have spoken to so far, dropped out of school and have since not returned; first, for the stigma they faced in the immediate aftermath of the crisis and then, for economic reasons occasioned by the crisis.

    Covid-19 now becomes the enlivening of the threats, real or perceived, that Ebola survivors face. Whether they would survive if they contracted covid-19 in the same way they victoriously overcame Ebola is a lingering concern among survivors. Is covid-19, the predicted apocalypse that would mean the “extermination” of survivors?

    In 2020 and 2021, as the leaders have told me, news about the death of a survivor renews the anxiety among survivors: “Is it really true that we will live for only five years post-Ebola?” Such anxiety will continue to linger as long as the crisis drags on; and the covid-19 test of the resilience of Ebola survivors will come if and when, unfortunately, an Ebola survivor contracts covid-19. An experience, Ebola survivors are not wishing, and for which, as I have observed over the last several weeks, they have been responsive to the covid-19 preventive messaging and measures.

    Self-stigma is an ever-present reality for Ebola survivors, and covid-19 in 2020 and 2021, five years after Ebola, only reinforces that.

    [1] Survivors relocated to other communities because of the pervasive stigma they faced in their communities of origin when they first encountered the Ebola virus infection

  62. How a “trade in human kidneys” disinformation campaign during Liberia’s Ebola Crisis meant fatal consequences even for “innocent” people

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    Barkedu in Lofa County, northwest Liberia, became an epicentre during the 2014-2016 Ebola crisis at one time. Between 300-500 Liberians lost their lives to the Ebola virus there. Some, due to lack of medical care, neglect or the inadequacy of the care that was available. Still others, due to negligence and myths that pervaded communities as the virus spread.

    This week, I meet an Ebola survivor who today holds a top-level position in the National Ebola Survivors Network of Liberia. Hailing from Lofa County, our guest is a social worker; a feat he has practiced, as he told me since 2006. He at one time became a founding member of a group of Liberian psychosocial counsellors, the Liberia Association of Psychosocial Services, LAPS.

    Our friend tells me today that Ebola survivors face myriad of issues, prominent among which are medical complications, economic and social issues. The same challenges we have encountered on this trail, talking to Ebola survivors as we learn first-hand how the crisis affected individuals and what it meant for those who contracted the Ebola Virus Disease during the outbreak.

    Our friend lived and worked in Voinjama, Lofa County. Lofa is where Liberia’s index case of the Ebola virus disease occurred, after it reportedly spilled over from neighbouring Guinea. It was not the case that spilled over from Guinea that features more prominently in Liberia’s bout with the virus, especially in that part of the country, it was a case that travelled from Sierra Leone to Monrovia, the nation’s Capital and headed to Barkedu, Lofa County, as our friend tells me, that had really fatal consequences for the community, county, and the country.

    Our friend in this interview, and his family were at the center of this outbreak, what became known as the second wave of Ebola virus disease outbreak in Liberia.

    Ebola Response Team Members (Liberia, 2014; photo credit: ABC News)

    Our friend narrates: “I lived and worked in Voinjama, at the time, as a social worker and a community mobilizer. I was active during the time of the initial outbreak, and I was in charge of mobilizing community dwellers to identify and isolate suspected cases of Ebola and supporting communities in Voinjama link suspected cases with the Ebola Response Team in Voinjama.”

    “Then I was informed that my brother’s girlfriend who had recently returned from Sierra Leone contracted the virus from there. This girlfriend infected my brother and died. For fear of being taken to the Ebola Treatment Unit in Monrovia, my brother and another relative of ours who also contracted the virus from this girlfriend, travelled to our village, Barkedu in Lofa County, so as to avoid being traced.”

    “My brother and this our female relative arrived in our village and my mother was among several villagers who provided alternative (home) care to these two, sick people. Unfortunately, my brother and the girl died. And all those who came in contact with them and provided care to them also felt sick and started to die one after the other. When I heard that my mother had come in contact with the party, I knew that something was going wrong, so I immediately travelled from Voinjama[1] to Barkedu to get my mother and bring her to the hospital in Voinjama.”

    “At the time as the virus was spreading, so was the myth that the crisis was a ploy by the Government to sell human kidneys to some foreigners who were in the country to purchase kidneys for hefty payments. This myth had spread very widely across Lofa County and in my village. Genuine efforts to save lives were resisted. My mother was also fed with this myth. Howbeit, I convinced her and took her from the village, Barkedu, to Voinjama so she could receive early treatment at the Ebola Treatment Unit (ETU) at the time. She was very uneasy. She had been told that people entering the ETU were not returning alive and that she would not return alive; and that there were people in the ETU who were extracting kidneys, and this is where I had brought her so that her kidneys could be extracted since I had already received payments for her kidneys. My mother believed all this.”

    “When she entered the ETU, I was away for some minutes on an errand to get some materials including feeding utensils for her as the health workers had advised me. Upon returning, I saw my mother running from the ETU and shouting that they were about to extract her kidneys so she could not stay at the ETU. She had tested positive for the virus. The health workers did not restrain her and instructed that nobody touched her. I was surprised at my mother’s reaction. I asked her, is going back to the village what you want? She answered, “Yes.” And away she went on a commercial motorcycle along with another relative.”

    “The motorcyclist that drove my mother to the village died of the virus which he contracted through my mother. The relative who rode with my mother died as well. I returned to the village. My mother reported me to the community and to our family leaders that I had accepted payments from strangers in exchange for her kidneys, and had taken her to the Ebola Treatment Unit in Voinjama so that her kidneys could be extracted.”

    “Such was an abominable offense, and if I were to be guilty of her accusation, my family would banish me for life. The family leaders investigated. They found that I was not guilty; but asked that I apologised to my mother; which I did. My mother was becoming very sick and family members provided care for her. All those that cared for her, could no longer listen to my advice. They no longer trusted me. But I knew they all would die, and they did die, sadly.”

    “I asked a local health worker to teach me how to provide basic care including using intravenous drip and giving injection so that I could care for my mother. I did not want to put this worker at risk. I preferred to care for my mother even at my own peril but not allow another person to suffer for my mother’s own disbelief.”

    I implemented the protocols[2] as advised by the Ebola Response Team. I did not have hand gloves. So, I used plastic bags and chlorine solutions to protect myself and decontaminate each time I interacted with my mother. The home care was not good enough. My mother situation worsened, and she passed off. Our village lost between 300 and 500 persons due to this particular index case who was my brother, through whom my mother and other villagers contracted Ebola. I too contracted the virus through caring for my mother and spent 23 days in the Ebola Treatment Unit. I was discharged on July 25, 2014.”

    [1] Voinjama is the Capital of Lofa County

    [2] During the crisis, health workers advised that those who were caring for EVD suspects at home should use chlorine solutions to decontaminate and plastic shields if they have to touch EVD patients.

  63. Share your Spare Vaccines; Don’t let these expire.

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    The development of vaccines against the COVID-19 pandemic has brought hope among the global population to get back into normal lives. Individuals of economically backward countries like Nepal also had a confidence that they will have equal access to vaccination as like the citizen of big economies/powerful states capable of its production and distribution in this situation of humanitarian crisis. But this anticipation did not work in reality. The Vaccine manufacturing countries remained questionably self-centered while supplying/donating the vaccines that the surplus vaccines expiring within their territory but not been supplied to the needy countries.

    Being in the United States, I got an opportunity for COVID-19 vaccination; I got two shots of Moderna Vaccine very easily and it is available for anybody, anywhere in this country. But the situation in my country is completely different; the new variants of COVID-19 are badly hitting South Asia; India, Nepal, Bangladesh, and Sri Lanka where the rate of vaccination is very low. The new variant of COVID 19 called Delta Variant is found very infectious and lethal. Hospitals and health centers were overloaded with the COVID-19 patients, scarcity of oxygen supplies and other health equipment made the situation worse.

    The government of Nepal used the previously used technique of lockdown; preventing movement and gatherings of people by restricting transportation, shutting down the market, and suspension of international and domestic flights. This lockdown was helpful to prevent the transmission of COVID-19 infections but it could not mitigate the consequences brought by COVID-19; poverty and hunger among daily wage labors working in the cities, people are dying of poverty along with the disease.

    The government of Nepal, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka were promised by India the supplies of Vaccines. Nepal received 1 million doses of the AstraZeneca vaccine from India. Nepal, Bangladesh, and Sri Lanka had also made a pre-payment to India for 5 million doses. But the government of India stepped back from this transaction by describing the internal crisis of the country, they will not be exporting the vaccines for the next six months. Almost a million people including my parents got the first dose of AstraZeneca vaccines supplied by India 3 months ago, and are waiting for the second dose which is totally uncertain.

    These countries; allies of India are now helpless regarding vaccination, they either have to wait for the response from India or depend upon the slowly progressing global vaccine sharing COVAX program.  China could be a potential supplier of the vaccines in our region, but South Asian countries like Nepal, Sri Lanka, and Bangladesh are hardly in the priority of China as compared to the other east Asian countries. China is maintaining its courtesy of a good neighbor supplying some Vaccines and some health equipment, but it does not seem to resolve our vaccine deprivation.

    US government under Biden’s administration has promised to supply 80 million doses of vaccines globally by the end of June; 75% through COVAX and 25% for immediate needs and to help with surges around the world. Under this provision, Asian countries will receive 7 million doses out of the first tranche of 25 million doses and approximately 23 million doses in total. This number will hardly benefit 2 billion of the population of this region.

    I had anticipation that the global community would have a single voice and joint/collective effort to combat this Humanitarian crisis through equitable access to vaccination for the people anywhere in the world, I do not have a logical humanitarian explanation behind the reason I was easily vaccinated in the USA, but my parents and my people in my country Nepal still have no clue, when they are getting theirs.  Please be together and share your spare vaccines instead of letting them expired.

  64. The Effects of COVID on Uganda and the US’s Poor

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    On June 18, President Museveni issued a new 42-day lockdown to combat a recent surge in COVID-19 cases in Uganda. The restrictions severely limit movement on both intra and inter-district travel. Boda bodas, the motorcycles that serve as the country’s taxi service, are no longer allowed to operate. Even private vehicles are banned. As a consequence, the only way for the majority of the population to move around is by bike (essentially limited to men) or on foot.

    Limited transportation has the effect of preventing people from working and, in turn, making money. Consy, one of the women in Victoria’s Gulu-based group Women in Action for Women (WAW) told me that she lost all her money during the first COVID lockdown because she was unable to sell her goods in the marketplace. Now she is forced to stay home yet again with no livelihood prospects. 

    Unfortunately, this is a situation faced by many Ugandans. At the moment, only pharmacies, supermarkets and other stores selling essential goods are allowed to open. Police have been given orders to arrest street vendors and confiscate their goods. There are currently no government plans in place to provide emergency funds to the jobless. However, earlier this month Uganda successfully appealed to the IMF for a billion dollar loan to aid in COVID recovery. But it is unclear exactly how the government plans on spending the money; it has historically lacked transparency around public debt recording, monitoring, and reporting.

    In the face of government ineptitude, Consy is more worried about starvation than contracting COVID-19. 

    In the United States, Black and Hispanic individuals were more likely than their white counterparts to have lost their jobs, because they were working in hard-hit industries like hospitality and construction. As a result, millions of Black and Hispanic households faced difficulty making rent or mortgage payments during the pandemic, and from November 11 to November 23, 2020, adults from 20 percent of Black households and 18 percent of Hispanic households, compared to 9 percent of white households, said their household didn’t have enough food to eat in the prior week. 

    Unlike the Ugandan government, the US government provided expanded unemployment benefits to workers who lost their jobs as a consequence of the pandemic. On March 25, 2020 — just two months after the first COVID case was recorded in the US — the federal government passed the Coronavirus Aid, Relief, and Economic Security (CARES) Act, which provided direct economic assistance to American workers, families, and businesses.

    But was it successful? In its analysis of the CARES Act, the Kennan Institute of Private Enterprise concluded that it did not provide direct assistance to those most affected. Even when the stimulus checks did marginally help, they only constituted a short-term fix rather than a long-term solution to poverty.  

    In both Uganda and the United States, the absence of safety nets for both countries’ poorest means that they will continue to be vulnerable to epidemics as the rest of the world moves on. 

  65. Liberia may have been creating its own covid-19 ticking time-bomb; is it exploding now?

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    Liberia, like many of its peers in sub-Saharan Africa may have been spared the worse of the covid-19 pandemic that has ravaged developed western nations in the last year. But as the recent trends in global infections, and infections on the African continent show, no country can brag about pulling it off on the pandemic unless all countries are fully out of its grip.

    Sometime in July 2020, Liberia loosened its covid-19 emergency measures and authorized the Minister of Health to use the Public Health Law to contain the outbreak. The reason? The crisis did not pose a threat to the nation to have warranted a State of Emergency as was previously declared in April 2020. The Legislature concurred then, and measures were relaxed. The Airport was reopened, flights resumed, and life was seemingly on the return to normal since then.

    When I arrived in the country in May 2021, I saw no semblance of a covid-19 sensitive country. Everything was moving smoothly, relaxed masking requirement and some of the handwashing stations at public buildings and offices did not have water. Indoor masking requirements were relaxed in most of the areas I visited.

    What was stunning to me was how the covid-19 taskforce enforced the protocols to contain covid-19 at the Roberts International Airport (RIA). Almost anyone who has travel to Liberia recently will be informed by airlines that there is a “testing upon arrival” regime in Liberia. There is a downloadable mobile app on which each traveller has to register their details and pay the testing fees or commit to pay $50USD upon arrival.

    I had been out of the country for a while and was returning in May. From Washington DC, I had to comply with the testing regulations, by registering my details via the mobile app and committing to pay $50USD upon arrival. On arriving at the airport, the charge per test increased by 50%, to $75USD. Why? I do not know till now.

    Even though I had been fully vaccinated before traveling to Liberia and was hoping that the vaccination would provide me a ticket to enter the country without hassle, the covid-19 task force at the airport remarked firmly, “whether vaccinated or not, whether tested three days ago or not, once you enter Liberia, you must be tested at this airport for $75USD.”  While the testing regime seemed fairly robust, it appeared other motives other than the containment of the covid-19 crisis were the force behind the commitment displayed by the Task Force to combat covid-19 at the Airport. Other Airport workers not directly related to the covid-19 Task Force remarked that the testing regime was “only for the money.” I may agree with them for several reasons.

    First, the task force workers were not observing social distancing. They were all cramped up behind shared desks in a small space measured approximately 12 by 9 feet in the airport arrival terminal. It is in this terminal that all arriving passengers were received and processed to do their covid test. Second, travellers had to queue up in this small space without the requirement or possibility to distance. There were no distancing symbols. Some task force members were themselves not masking up. In essence, they were not observing the guidelines they claimed they were enforcing.

    We were in this long queue, in the arrival terminal. It was extremely hot. It seemed as though the process at the Airport was a super-spreader occasion; a sort of ticking timebomb that would explode with time. Though the workers there professed they were the Government of Liberia’s Task Force to combat covid at this major port of entry, they were in essence only giving licenses to arriving travellers to bring covid-19 into the country, to their homes and families, and to wherever these new arrivals were hosted. Travellers were swapped and without their test results known, were permitted to freely enter the country without any covid prevention advisory or restriction.

    Then it was my turn to be swapped. I went into this small cubicle where I met a guy in white robe who took my particulars and requested that he himself would swap me. Unlike the cotton buds that I had been used to while participating in the Tufts University Regular Covid Testing Regime as a student, the instrument used to collect my nasal swap at the Roberts International Airport was longer, slender, and slightly painful.

    What was astonishing about the testing regime at the Roberts International Airport, was not the experience I have narrated so far, but the fact that results were not known before travellers were allowed into the Country and no one was required to quarantine till their test result was known.

    Details were manually taken from each passenger on arrival; even though these same details were requested when we filled in the information on the mobile app, for those of us who did. When I entered my details on the mobile app, my impression was that the intent was to get rid of crowding at the airport and smoothen the screening process. But to the contrary, we crowded up together and became prone to contracting covid at the Airport in this congested and unventilated space.

    Our swaps were taken; hopefully matched with our details. Till now, my test result, like many of the arriving travellers, is not known since we left the airport on the night of May 14. I was shocked that this has been the routine. A fellow Liberian who resides abroad and visited the country within four months of our arrival, said to us she did not receive her test result when she arrived in the country in January and when she left the country. She was returning for the second time and her test result was still not available.

    On June 17, the Government of Liberia issued revised guidelines in the wake of what they said was a surge of covid-19 cases. And earlier in the week, it was reported in the local media that Liberia was reporting, the highest number of covid-19 cases in the West African sub-region. I personally hope, this would not be true. But if it is, the Government may have been creating their own ticking time-bomb that may now be exploding before our very eyes, by the setup they have at ports of entry, the Roberts International Airport in particular..

    And the vaccine hesitancy is wide spreading in the population as could covid-19 as well. I have had friends come up to me saying, they believe it is the vaccine that is causing the reported surge in covid-19 cases and that if they got vaccinated, they would catch covid. I have had to disabuse my relatives about this myth, and hopefully our household will be vaccinated in the week ahead as the Government increases the number of vaccination centres, as it now struggles to get its act together to contain the new surge, the covid-19 myths, and the vaccine hesitancy.

  66. Are we really at the end of the pandemic?

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    With most of the gathering restrictions lifted and the mask mandate removed in the U.S. for the fully vaccinated, we might think that COVID-19 is behind us and we are soon approaching a new normal – the post-pandemic world. But this poses two serious questions. First, can we consider a pandemic over just because it is improving in high-income countries? Second, do we really want to go back to normal without heeding the intense disparities and challenges that have been magnified during the pandemic and continue making the same mistakes?

    We live in a globalized society. Our interdependentness led to the exponential spread of the virus. But when it came to containing it, we think that the countries can do this in isolation of their national borders. However, the virus does not limit itself to these borders and rules we have created. Now that we are over a year into the pandemic, the same rules of national borders are being used by the high-income countries to purchase more than half of the global doses of the vaccine, an example of vaccine nationalism. Furthermore, we are not just interconnected with different countries but also with our planet. We are under the misconception that human beings are supreme creatures. The pandemic came both as a shock and denial to many who do not realize that we are a part of an intricate ecosystem.

    Amidst the many disparities and burdens exposed by the pandemic, forced child marriage is one that for many of us living in the United States, it is a theoretical concept, far from the realities of the society we live in. In addition to the economic challenges during this time, its intersection with the closing of schools, reproductive health services, financial tensions and poverty, and gender-based violence has led to a sharp increase in forced child marriage, particularly for young girls. According to UNICEF, up to 10 million more girls will be at risk of becoming child brides over the next 10 years due to the pandemic. It is high time that girls need to stop being perceived as a financial burden in any economic challenge and rather be empowered to be financially independent. One of the most important ways to do this is to increase their access to education. This includes challenging stereotypes about girl education in the communities, investing in health and sanitation infrastructure in schools, and repeated advocacy for closing gender gaps.

    Till we don’t critically think about the challenges we have faced and the mistakes we have made during COVID-19, not only will we be unable to end the pandemic nor will we be able to live in a normal that is governed by equity, justice, sustainability, and global humanity.

  67. Is it Ethical to be Working Abroad?

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    Since the beginning of this pandemic, restrictions on freedom of movement were slowly but surely put in place as world leaders grappled with the implications of this virus.  Governments understood that their best weapon against the spread of COVID-19 was glaringly double-edged. On one edge, restrictions on travel and work slowed the spread of the virus, saving many lives and allowing time for healthcare systems around the world to better handle their caseloads. On the other edge, many countries would experience economic turmoil as their workforces would either be converted to work from home or laid off. Thus, with their backs against the walls, most leaders chose to shut their countries down.  Travel restrictions were put in place, companies trimmed their fat to compensate for the upcoming loss in revenue, entire workforces were converted to work from home. 

    Fast forward to now, and the global storm which has plagued humanity for the past year and a half has finally revealed a glimmer of light. Vaccines to fight COVID were finally introduced to the public late last year. Over 2.5 billion doses of vaccines later, we are beginning to see entire regions of the world reaching herd immunity status and countries lifting their travel restrictions. Now more than ever we must now ask ourselves the ethical question that lies ahead. Not when, nor if, but should we travel abroad to work?

    This piece will place the spotlight on those who work abroad and more specifically, our peace fellows in the field. At the Advocacy Project, we place a strong emphasis on our peace fellows. They are the eyes, ears, and hearts that run our projects. However, some projects require peace fellows to be in the field working alongside our partners rather than at home. In doing so, we circle back to the ethical dilemma many international organizations and workers face. Should we be working abroad? To determine our ethical dilemma, I have chosen to solve it using 2 factors. First, as recommended by Jagdish Khubchandani, a professor of public health at New Mexico State University, we should look at how COVID being handled in the region. This makes sense since if we travel to a country where COVID is running rampant and happen to catch it, it would only serve to exacerbate the already overburdened healthcare system. In comparison, if we travel to a country where COVID is more under controlled and happen to contract it still, we may still seek medical attention from a still stable healthcare system. Second, as per CDC guidelines, workers need to be fully vaccinated, no question.  Once we figure out the answer to these questions, then we can determine if workers are ethically absolved of guilt to work abroad. 

    To begin, at the bare minimum for working abroad, the CDC recommends for you to not travel unless fully vaccinated. To be considered fully vaccinated, you are required to allow at least 2 weeks after your second dose of 2-dose vaccines such as Pfizer and Moderna or at least 2 weeks after a single-dose vaccine such as Johnson & Johnson’s. 

    Next, to determine how COVID is being handled in a certain region, we can look towards the CDC travel recommendations map that details which nations are safe to travel to. All nations are ranked from level 1 (least dangerous) to level 4 (most dangerous). At level 1, where COVID is low, the CDC recommends that you be fully vaccinated. At level 2, the COVID threat is moderate. Here, COVID is operating at an increased rate to where unvaccinated travelers are at an increased risk of severe illness. At level 3, the COVID threat is rated high, which the CDC recommends that unvaccinated travelers should avoid all nonessential travel to these destinations. At the last level, travel, in general, should be avoided unless necessary.


    CDC Travel Recommendations by Destination 


    So are workers ethical in working abroad during these times? If they are vaccinated, as our peace fellows are, then they meet one of the criteria but what about the other? Utilizing our CDC threat level map, we can look at the 3 states where our peace fellows are stationed: Uganda, Liberia, and Senegal. Of those 3, only Uganda is ranked higher than a threat level 1 for COVID; standing at only threat level 2. Both Liberia and Senegal however, are at a threat level 1. Thus, for our fully vaccinated peace fellows working in regions deemed OK for them to work in by the CDC and as long as they are fully compliant with local and CDC guidelines, are ethically conscious in working abroad. 

  68. “Liberia may have moved on from EVD; but we never did,” Ebola Virus Disease survivor tells me.

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    In this week’s blog for my AP Fellowship in Monrovia: learning about the lives of Ebola Virus Disease (EVD) survivors five years on, and what lessons their experiences can offer as the world prepares for life after coronavirus, I meet a survivor, an Economics graduate who lost his bank job and has since not secured a stable employment. Thanks for coming along.

    It was late Thursday evening in Monrovia, June 17, I headed out to the field in a faraway community in the Brewerville area of Montserrado County to meet an EVD survivor to discuss what the crisis, five years on, has meant for them.

    I met the person, a male in his forties (even though age is a sensitive issue, I estimate). He was enthusiastic and willing to talk to me. My first question to him was “Is there some person as an Ebola survivor in Liberia or have survivors moved on?”

    He narrated, survivors have not moved on. “We face a myriad of issues including health complications, economic and social issues.” Common health issues include low vision, blindness, eye swinging, depression and other mental health disorders. Our friend whose name and exact location we are withholding for fear of stigmatization, confirms that his personal health complication is sudden eye-swinging.

    Eye swinging is a feeling like low pressure which causes a sudden loss of balance that may cause a person to fall suddenly. Even though our friend tells us that he has been able to cope with the condition, life has been challenging for other survivors who have reported even worse complications. For instance, there are reports of male survivors who have become sterile, and women survivors who do not conceive or if they do conceive, experience sudden and persistent miscarriages.

    In the aftermath of the EVD crisis or as the crisis waned, Liberia and US partners established the Partnership for Research on Ebola Vaccines in Liberia. Survivors are pretty much familiar with the acronym PREVAIL. The objective of the study was, among others, to learn about the effects of the Ebola Virus Disease on survivors, bring the issues identified to the Government and the scientific community, and create an avenue for continued support to survivors to help them navigate life after the bout with Ebola.

    Our friend in this meeting tells me that they appreciate the uncovering of the myriad of issues identified during their participation in the study, and the avenues that were created for survivors to continuously receive medical support.

    Several other partners have since been engaged with survivors in a variety of ways. WHO and the John Snow Inc are prominent. But survivors, as our friend tells me, feel that the Government of Liberia has neglected them. This neglect, our friend tells me, has had catastrophic consequences for them. There were survivors, he tells me, who experienced low vision or short-sightedness, whose conditions required continuous management.

    But as the study ended and attention gradually shifted away, such survivors perpetually lost their vision. Today they have gone blind. Survivors, believe, that there have been great international goodwill to their cause and concerns, but their greatest disappointment is the lack of attention they have received from the Government. This is why, he tells me, that network solidarity is so strong; because only within their group they can find some kind of support.

    Our friend narrated his personal stigmatizing experience when he contracted Ebola. He was a risk officer at  a local bank in Monrovia. His sister was a nurse working at a health facility in one of the suburbs of Monrovia, Banjor. This community, at one point in the crisis became a hotspot. The sister contracted the Ebola virus and made endless calls to the call center, at the time, for an ambulance to be dispatched to her location so that she could be taken to the Ebola Treatment Unit (ETU). Frustrated, she turned to her brother, our friend in this interview, who asked his chauffeur to drive his sister to the ETU.

    Though, he tells me, that his vehicle was disinfected and left untouched for days, he would contract the virus through contact with this vehicle. Days later, he fell ill and informed his work place, the local bank. This was the end of his service with the bank. Upon recovery, our friend, went back to the bank to resume his regular activities because he had received no termination notice. He tells me that he was prevented from entering the bank and since then, his service ended. He tells me his story is symptomatic of experiences several hundreds of EVD survivors had with their work places, have not been recalled and continue to live the misery. His sister survived.

    Our friend lost his relationship with his girlfriend because of his bout with Ebola and his two year old kid who contracted the virus through contact with him. He now has a new girlfriend whom he has not yet told that he is a survivor; and has concerns that she may be anxious any time she learns that he is a survivor. Again, his experience is symptomatic of the wider social relations issues facing survivors in Liberian communities.

    He, at one point, had to leave Monrovia and travel to his home county Gbarpolu because the stigma, during and in the immediate aftermath of the EVD crisis was high. Even though he reports now that stigma against survivors has waned; but news about pandemics and infectious outbreaks like covid-19 or EVD resurgence, usually enliven their  EVD experiences and resurrects negative community reactions and suspicions against them.

  69. From one Outbreak to Another: What Should We Expect From a Post-Pandemic World?

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    With the COVID-19 pandemic coming to an end in the Western world, people are wondering how things will change. As the stores and restaurants are opening up and the people are getting vaccinated, questions about mask-wearing and social distancing have been increasing. This “new normal” is also raising another question: what should we expect from a post-pandemic world? Well, in order to answer this question and shed a light on the problems of the forgotten parts of the world, we can go back to the year 2014, the year that the biggest EVD outbreak, otherwise known as Ebola, has started. Women's rights and the COVID-19 pandemic

    During the 2014 epidemic, the countries that experienced widespread transmission were Guinea, Sierra Leone, and Libera. Even though the U.S. had some cases, it was strictly controlled, preventing a worldwide pandemic. However, the countries which fully experienced the effects of Ebola have been still recovering. When we are talking about moving on from the COVID-19, there are people in West Africa that still can’t move on from Ebola. Even though talking about an outbreak that has ended over five years ago may sound irrelevant especially when there is an ongoing pandemic, the countries that dealt with Ebola show us an example of a post-pandemic world that we are about to experience. It’s also important to remember that African countries are still experiencing a risk of an Ebola outbreak with the most recent outbreak that has lasted from February 7 to May 3 in the Democratic Republic of Congo. So, Ebola is still an important issue that needs to be addressed.

    While Ebola had over 28 thousand cases around the world, it also had more than 11 thousand deaths. The majority of these deaths were from West Africa, and the highest number of deaths have occurred in Liberia: 4 thousand deaths out of 11 thousand were from Liberia. Even though these numbers look way smaller compared to the COVID-19 pandemic, we have to understand the importance of such a high death rate especially for the people in Africa who did not have access to hospitals or proper medical care. A lot of people who had the symptoms were turned down from the local hospitals because of the combination of the high demand of patients and the low capacity of hospitals. During this process, a lot of people experienced horrible deaths. People who were able to survive were not that lucky either since they had to go to an isolation camp and left their families, and most of them lost family members to Ebola. Unfortunately, this painful experience didn’t end there.  

    Democratic Republic of Congo declares Ebola outbreak over

    Because of the traumatic experience of Ebola both for the survivors and the people who witnessed it, even after the outbreak ended, the fear of getting Ebola or being around someone who has had Ebola still continued. This resulted in disease-related stigma towards Ebola survivors. Many were excluded from their communities and were denied employment. In fact, one of the studies shows that 27.2% of Ebola Survivors in Liberia reported experiencing facility-based stigma. In addition to facility-based stigma, other types of enacted stigma included social isolation, verbal abuse, and fear of contagion. Social isolation, verbal abuse, and fear of contagion lead to increased levels of psychological distress, delayed access to medical care, low adherence to medical therapy, and reduced quality of life. 

    On the other hand, Several studies show that the stigma that Ebola survivors are experiencing is not only external. EVD survivors report high levels of internalized stigma since discharge from an Ebola treatment center. The higher frequency of internalized stigma (negative self-perception) among EVD survivors can lead to low self-esteem, low self-efficacy, loss of hope for the future and can interfere with life goal achievement. For example, 20.2% of Ebola survivors in Liberia reported experiencing depression, and 9.9% of them reported experiencing anxiety. These numbers were reported 5 years after the outbreak has ended. 

    So, what do these numbers tell us? More importantly, why should we care about them? Well, if we don’t pay attention to these numbers and survivors, the same thing might happen with COVID-19 survivors as well especially in the areas where people do not have access to accurate information about diseases. It’s our responsibility to recognize these stigmas, raise awareness and listen to people’s stories. We can’t move on from COVID-19 if there are still people around the world trying to move on from Ebola. If we want to deal with the post-pandemic world in the best way possible, we should pay attention to the regions and the stories of the people that have already experienced a post-pandemic world from another disease. 

     

  70. Finding My Place in the World

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    I think that many of us, as Summer Fellows of the Advocacy Project, and as 1st generation Americans or immigrants, can relate to not always feeling like they know where they belong or which culture to adhere to.  I am a first generation Cape Verdean-American. My family is from Cabo Verde Islands, an archipelago off the coast of Africa.  Many Americans have never heard of Cabo Verde and think I am referring to Cambodia or an island in the Caribbean.

    Cabo Verde was colonized by the Portuguese and gained their independence on July 5, 1975.  My dad saw my mom for the first time at the parade celebrating independence.  They would find each other again years later and this time they would get married and my dad would bring my mom to the United States and start our family.  I had a magical childhood.  I took my first plane ride before I turned 1 and I got to travel to Cabo Verde or Portugal almost every summer to see my extended family.

    As a child, I never thought of my differences from the other kids but as I grew, I started noticing the differences in things as small as throwing my gum out the window.  In the US, littering is more common than anything else while in Portugal and most other European nations, they have different trash cans and recycling bins in very accessible areas because it is every citizen’s job to keep the environment clean and beautiful.

    Education is valued greatly in Cabo Verde and the diaspora is so wide-spread because people leave to learn and to explore careers in other places.  My studies were always very important to my parents-I didn’t know that college was an option until I was in high school (never an option for me, but for others).

    In Cabo Verde, there is also a huge part of the culture that tells us to sweep men’s wrongdoing under the rug.  I am not someone who can do that and I have gotten in trouble with my family a few times now for calling people out when they do something wrong.  Sometimes I feel like the black sheep or like I was put into the wrong family.  Other times, especially after seeing and reading some of the stories of the people and communities we are advocating for, I know that I was put in this family to stop people from getting away with unspeakable atrocities and protect the women in my family when I can. 

    I am glad to be part of the Advocacy Project so that I can advocate for and protect others on a larger scale, specifically African women.

    To be a global citizen means to take the good parts of all the places we have been and learn from the not-so-good parts and try to leave the world a little better than we found it. I am hoping to do that with the lessons I have learned from my family and through working with international organizations to become a better person and advocate.  I want to change the world and I know that it starts at home with my family.

    Although I vacillate between being an American, a Cape Verdean, and a child of the world, I know that I am in the right place right now and I am doing the best I can.

     

    Miriam Correia

  71. My Forced Marriage

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    Disclaimer: This is my experience and is independent of the “norms” in Kurdistan. This experience is not common in my region or among the Kurdish people. Also, my religion (Islam) was not a motivating factor for this experience. Rather, Islam strictly forbids forced marriages. 

    On August 15th, 2019, I was entered into a forced marriage through manipulation and coercion in a country that was foreign to me. Unknown to me, this was all planned months before I arrived in Kurdistan, Iraq. I had been told that it was dire that I visit my sick grandmother in Kurdistan, which is why I left. Of course, I found it strange knowing that my college would resume in just two and half weeks, but I went anyway because growing up in my culture, I was taught to trust my relatives and family members no matter the circumstance. Kurdish people see opposing your parents as not only disrespectful, but it could also be grounds for disownment by your family and community. Knowing this, I followed along.

    When I arrived in Kurdistan, I was immediately dropped off at a 30-year-old man’s house. He was a stranger to me. I was confused as to why I was going to stay with him until he told me to go on a walk where he explained that he wanted to marry me, and if it weren’t him, it would have been someone else in Kurdistan.

    I refused the proposal, but as the weeks went by, I realized that I really didn’t have a choice. My parents and relatives in Kurdistan had made a pact to get me married before leaving Kurdistan. I wasn’t allowed to meet with my “liberal” friends for an extended period of time. My family knew that they were the only ones who would help me out of this detrimental situation.

    Though not common, my friends and I had seen other girls in similar situations who weren’t allowed to go back home if they didn’t agree or, even worse, beaten to death if they risked ruining their families’ reputations. I knew that if my family went as far as to lie to me about why I needed to come to Kurdistan, they would not hold back from taking my passport.

    I needed a way out, so I decided to agree to an engagement, but not a marriage. I planned to agree to the engagement until I came back to the States, where I had the help of my friends, mentors, and professors to break free from the situation. I was lied to again and taken to a courthouse. At the time I did not know this was a courthouse. As a teenager with no knowledge about marriage in the Middle East or how to read Arabic, I could not comprehend what was happening at the courthouse.

    Once I got back to Minnesota, I found out that I had been married against my will. I refused to accept that I was married and what my family had done to me. I sought out a divorce, which was granted to me two months ago.

    Even though what was done to me was heart-rending, I chose to forgive my family. I decided to forgive them for myself and my religion which allowed me to find the peace I needed to move on. I needed to close this chapter of my life knowing I would not be given the apology I wanted and needed at the time. In my family’s defense, they were afraid that I would be left alone to care for my five younger siblings if they were to pass away since I am the oldest child in my family. This peace I found in forgiving helped shape me into the Kurdish American Muslim woman I am today and pushed me to pursue a career in international human rights law.

    I wanted to share my very traumatic story not to be pitied but to raise awareness about forced marriage and the many struggles and sacrifices women and young girls in particular circumstances and cultures make every day. I want other women and young girls who have gone through similar experiences to know that they are not alone and are supported by many like myself.

    Avyan Mejdeen

  72. Conservation or Colonialism?

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    Lately, I have been compiling case studies on indigenous resiliency efforts against resource scarcity in collaboration with Children Peace Initiative-Kenya. Throughout this process, I am noticing my perceptions on development continue to be challenged and transformed. Underlying these transformations is the acknowledgement that many development interventions continue to suppress indigenous voices and exacerbate inequalities.

    A large factor fueling resource scarcity is climate change. In the face of increasing scarcity, communities who derive their livelihoods from the land are forced to compete for dwindling resources. This can create tensions that lead to conflict. To alleviate the negative effects climate change has on the environment while attempting to reduce resource related crimes, international interventions have championed conservation efforts.

    While initially, the environmentalist in me let out a little cheer, this changed upon discussing specific internationally backed efforts such as the Northern Rangelands Trust with our partners at CPIK. I went into our meeting with high regard for conservancies. Claims of community consent, diverse response teams, land preservation, and the protection of animals made me feel excited about their model. Sure, the fact that they were armed to the teeth raised some legitimate concerns for me, but the result was protecting the community’s resources, right?

    Wrong! Unfortunately, the sparkling claims of community consent tends to blind one to the counterproductive measures often associated with these types of conservation efforts. For starters, conservancies such as the Northern Rangelands Trust, the Lewa Wildlife Conservancy, and many others have historic ties to colonial presences. Specifically, large portions of Kenyan land have been restricted as Protected Areas, with much of it held privately by the descendants of colonists.

    With international funding and northern ecotourism, conservancies generate large amounts of money while excluding most of the local citizens from the benefits of their own land. In effect, much of these “community-based conservancies” operate as a cover for land grabbing. This widens the inequalities faced by pastoralist communities and exacerbates the resource scarcity that threatens food security, economic livelihoods, and peace.

    This brings us back to the age-old tale of international development in the global south. Despite the historic mutual relationship pastoralist communities maintain with the land, the international community promotes exclusionary practices to “save” them from problems industrialized nations largely created. It is not pastoralist communities who have fueled climate change, excessive rates of consumption, and destructive agricultural practices. Yet, pastoralism as a livelihood is being painted as incompatible with environmental sustainability.

    The reality is that true conservation is rooted in upholding the indigenous practices which view sustainability as the foundation of life as opposed to just a cool buzzword that attracts donors. This requires true community consultation, advancing the rights of pastoralists, and building upon their generational knowledge to create resiliency systems in the face of climate change. Until this occurs, the only thing being conserved is a colonialist savior complex.

  73. The Student Loan Crisis

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    I recently graduated from the University of California, San Diego with a bachelor’s degree in Political Science. Besides a diploma, I will also be leaving UCSD with about $67,000 in student loan debt. That is not including interest. 

    Tuition and housing for a single year at UCSD cost about $30,000, conservatively. I attended community college for 2 years and lived at home in order to save money. Sadly, I do not qualify for financial aid and my parents are unable to pay for my collegiate education, meaning I had to find a way to fund my education. The loans I took out are from private banks, not the federal government which means two things: 1) I have a significantly higher interest rate, and 2) in the current Biden plan, my student loan debt would not be canceled. 

    Unfortunately, I am not an anomaly in the United States. The U.S. student debt has hit $1.67 trillion at the start of 2020 and will only increase. 

    The diagnosis of how student loans became classified as a crisis leads directly to the Great Recession. Most states during the recession made massive spending cuts to public universities, which in return caused the universities to raise tuition. Today, tuition continues to rise and state funding has not returned to its pre-recession numbers. 

    President Joe Biden campaigned on the promise of “canceling student debt”, however, he has no clear plans in place to cancel debt on a large scale. Biden has made statements calling on Congress to pass legislation and that he would be happy to sign legislation that offered relief. 

    I am in favor of any student loan cancelation but unless you address the source of the problem, no matter the amount you “forgive”, it won’t protect future freshmen from having to take out student loans to fund their schooling. 

    The obvious answer to the student loan crisis is: legislators need to return funding to public universities to its pre-recession numbers and adjust it for inflation. A step in the right direction would be to increase funding for community colleges and increase the number of grants from the federal government such as Pell Grants. However, this also needs to go hand and hand with universities lowering tuition prices. 

    Unfortunately, this seems like a lofty goal. With an increasingly polarized Congress, actually impactful legislation seems out of reach. Highlighting this struggle is a Twitter profile aptly named “Has Joe Biden Canceled Student Debt Yet?” where every day since the inauguration of President Biden they tweet out the simple word “no.” Today, similar to the day before, they tweeted out the word “no.” 

  74. Corporate Social Responsibility and State Laws

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    Just the other week, we saw the news that Major League Baseball (MLB) would be moving its All-Star game out of Atlanta due to the state of Georgia’s new voter suppression laws. These laws, passed just the other month, severely limit access to the ballot box and do not advance our democracy. 

     

    As a result of these new laws, MLB decided to take a public stand by moving a prominent game that they hold every year. Other companies have made similar actions in relation to different incidents across the nation.

     

    These actions raise good questions about how companies engage in corporate social responsibility when it relates to state law. 

     

    LEVICK, a public relations and crisis communications firm, put out an article detailing how companies can carefully and appropriately engage in these actions. Among their list included being genuine, engaging with intention, and not being performative about your actions. 

     

    In other words, companies can and should engage in these types of actions but should not do so simply to raise their bottom line and profit margins. They should do so because it matters to the values of their company and then they should make a commitment to better the community around them given their social and financial power. 

     

    We’ve seen companies become more and more engaged with social issues and laws that arise, specifically within their headquartered state. This is nothing new to this year or last, yet with more access to spread ideas with the growth of the internet and social media platforms, companies have more power with their words than ever before.

     

    It is critical that companies play a part in expressing their discontent with laws and policies that suppress citizens and use their online presence and power to spread awareness and spearhead action. 

     

    The MLB moving a prominent baseball game out of Atlanta not only makes a statement but also makes a financial impact on the state. The MLB cannot let this be their one action and let it become performative. Instead, they need to use this as a starting point for enhanced voter education, access, and engagement efforts. 

     

    Companies should engage in long-term corporate social responsibility and make actionable and meaningful statements, not just one-time performative actions. More companies should follow the MLB and do more to support those in our communities that need us the most. 

  75. Being Asian in America

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    Being Asian in America means being a perpetual foreigner. It is a constant struggle to try to seem American to America while attempting to hold onto our roots. This is our unique status in this country. To be seen as both a foreigner and a model minority. To be both exotic and cool with our martial arts and great food while also a group of people for America to pick on. And this is what I would like to touch on. The casual racism that we Asians as a whole go through. 

    The casual racism against Asians both in the media and in real life is a sad reality that many of us have to face. Chink, gook, and “Go back to China” are all very common things most of us have grown up hearing. I can personally attest that when my family escaped Vietnam to Arizona in the 90s that they faced massive amounts of racism at school. Being mocked for how they looked, their accents, and how they dressed were par for the course. I guarantee you if a German kid came over to rural Arizona in the 90s only eating bratwurst, with a thick accent, and wearing lederhosen that most wouldn’t even bat an eye compared to if they saw a Vietnamese kid eating rice, with a thick accent, and wearing clothes from the local Goodwill. 

    Even in the media, casual racism is just as prevalent. How many times is the Asian character going to be the nerdy loser sidekick? How many times is the Asian character going to be a math genius pushed by their tiger parents to go to an Ivy League? How many times is the Asian character going to be a white guy slightly squinting his eyes and talking in the thickest and most stereotypical accent possible? Probably the most recent example of a stereotyped Asian character in media would be Raj Koothrappali played by Kunal Nayyar on The Big Bang Theory. There, Raj is a typical Asian stereotype of the nerdy figure who struggles more talking to women than he does with calculus. 

    The rare times that American audiences are not introduced to a stereotypical Asian character would be when foreign films like Parasite by Korean director Bong Joon-Ho won an Academy Award for Best Picture amongst many other well-deserved accolades. America was both equally enthralled and surprised that some “Asian film” could win such a prestigious award often reserved for American films. Some people around me have even claimed that this was an example of America not racist towards Asians. Then, everything changed when COVID-19 attacked. In a flash, Asians globally and in the US went from a hard-working and intelligent group of people able to produce such great films as Parasite to being perceived as parasites ourselves.

    Even when there are issues regarding racism, Asians always get left behind. Like when there was discussion around how the Oscars usually nominated and awards predominantly white casts; thus citing the #OscarsSowhite movement in 2016. Then, when it came time for the Oscars and for Chris Rock to give his monologue addressing the racial issues of Hollywood, what does he do? He brings in 3 Asian kids as a prop to crack a joke at their expense while also arguing against the racism inherent in Hollywood. To us, that was simply disrespectful, unnecessary, but not unexpected. 

    Overall, there are a lot of difficulties that we face in America while being Asian. At our schools, workplaces, and communities, we are attacked and have slurs hurled at us with little consequence of offenders. In the media, we are stereotyped and type cast while still being relegated mainly for the sideline. I fear that with the COVID virus further creating tension against Asians in the US, that how we are perceived and treated will get worse. In the end, all I can wish for is an America that doesn’t look at people like me as a perpetual foreigner.

  76. The Right Hates Cancel Culture… Until It Benefits Them

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    Earlier last week, rapper Lil Nas X released a music video for his song “Montero (Call Me By Your Name)” that portrayed Satan in a sexual manner. In addition to the satanic-themed music video, Nas has teamed up with Nike to develop the Nike Air Max “Satan Shoes,” which were sold out in less than 5 minutes.

     

    The music video was hit by angry conservatives like Candace Owens and South Dakota Governor Kristin Noem.

     

    “Our kids are being told that this kind of product is, not only okay, it’s ‘exclusive,’” says Governor Kristi Noem via Twitter. “We are in a fight for the soul of our nation. We need to fight hard…We have to win.”

     

    Conservative commentator Candace Owens ranted on Twitter by indirectly speaking to Nas. “We are promoting Satan shoes to wear on our feet…But we’re convinces it’s white supremacy that’s keeping black America behind. How stupid can we be?”

     

    Cancel culture, according to dictionary.com, is the act of “withdrawing support for public figures and companies after they have done or said something considered offensive.” On social media and in pop culture, most individuals who have been victims of cancel culture were conservative public figures, including former president Donald Trump, who has been consistently called out for his offensive behavior. This has led for conservative public figures to denounce the efforts of consumers of media to “cancel” individuals who have made inappropriate decisions.

     

    In early March, Dr. Seuss Enterprises announced they will halt publications of six books written by Dr. Seuss. The decision came from the company’s concern that the books “portray people in ways that are hurtful and wrong.” The announcement raised an uproar by republicans, causing political leaders like Representative Jim Jordan of Ohio to call for hearings on “cancel culture.” While the decision was made by the company, the right placed sole blame on the left, claiming that cancel culture has gone too far.

     

    Pictured above is Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) defending Green Eggs & Ham.

     

    Senator Marco Rubio of Florida says this decision is “an example of a depraved sociopolitical purge driven by hysteria and lunacy.”

     

    The reaction towards Lil Nas X’s music video and the Dr. Seuss controversy shows the hypocrisy of the right. Is their outrage towards a creative decision that they deemed “offensive” not considered the cancel culture they claimed has “gone too far?” It is no coincidence that the dramatic rage occurred during Democratic efforts to pass a third round of stimulus checks to the American public. The $1.9 trillion dollar COVID relief package would polish Biden’s image, which would block Republicans from convincing Americans that the president is performing poorly. That’s when they restore to cancel culture, the form of ostracism that the right claims to be “an end of freedom in America.”

     

    Yes, the left has a cancel culture problem. They use the tactic to dig out any dirty secrets on their enemies in an attempt to get the public to flip on them. (To some extent, it has worked). Some liberals even argue that cancel culture does not exist and is merely a form of holding public figures and officials accountable. However, conservatives have stated clearly that the practice of cancelling public figures is wrong but continue to use the tactic in order to distract the public of more important issues. In the middle of a pandemic, the republican party has made an outcry over children’s books instead of focusing on reaching across the aisle to provide aid to working Americans.

     

  77. The Gamification of March

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    March, the maddest month of the year, and I’m not just talking about the weather. March Madness, NCAA’s annual national championship tournament for collegiate basketball, brings together sports-minded and casual viewers across the country to enjoy the tournament. Yet, what is interesting about this tournament above all others is the way it gamified its own tournament to engage more viewers. Individuals create brackets and join friendly bets to see how accurate their predictions are of each game played. 

    Gamification is nothing new in our society, yet it has taken a bigger turn in the past few years. With phone applications and other fundraisers using games as a means to get higher usage or higher donations, gamification works because it involves more people in the end goal.

    We have also seen other industries piggyback off of the theme of March Madness brackets for their own topics. There are fundraising competition brackets between university newspapers and brackets for best Disney movies. March has become a promotional month and a marketing frenzy. So why don’t we see it in development?

    Now, I’m not saying we should turn something as important as international development into games–that wouldn’t sit right with me or most people. However, with the pandemic, we have found that more people can be involved in development in an online environment or platform. Virtual international development may be more easily accessible, or at least more prominent, now than ever before. 

    Smaller projects, like the ones the Advocacy Project engages with, can utilize March as a way to reach donors and supporters in the United States. Additionally, we can find ways to engage more supporters in the United States through online events that piggyback off of the promotional month similar to other industries within the country.

    There is a line that should not be crossed, however. International development works with real issues and real people, so creating a game out of it is not appropriate in my eyes. Yet, finding ways to utilize and piggyback off of existing promotional opportunities will be beneficial for small-scale projects to engage overseas, primarily in the United States, supporters. 

    March is madness, so let’s utilize it to support good causes.

  78. The Plastic Potato

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    In a turn of events shocking to absolutely no one, the Republican party’s new hyper fixation has shifted not to Covid-19 relief, but to a toy potato. In conjunction with this, public discourse is once again flooded with a debate regarding gender, and furthermore, ones’ right to self-expression.

    The World Health Organization defines gender as characteristics of women and men that are largely socially created and goes on to define sex as biologically predetermined characteristics. The two terms are not interchangeable from a scientific standpoint.

    Not only is it blatantly scientifically inaccurate to insist one should confine the way they express themselves to a binary, but it also erodes progress regarding human rights and development.

    Often, men who choose to express themselves through stereotypically feminine means (whether hobbies, clothing, grooming, etc.) are ostracized and perceived as lesser than. This demonization of femininity is more deeply rooted in the oppression of women in general. The outdated expectations inflicted on both men and women reflect the also-outdated perception that femininity is weak and emotional, while masculinity is rugged and logical.

    While realistically it is bizarre to associate genitalia with interests and expression, it also upholds the notion that decency is achieved through little more than appearance. What lesson do we teach children when how they look or what they enjoy is a point of emphasis as opposed to characteristics we all would deem desirable such as reliability, empathy, honesty, and justness?

    What damage do we cause young men when emotions are to be suppressed, and creativity is to be stifled? What limitations do we put on young women when their strength and intellectuality are regarded as off-putting? Does appearance and strict expectations mean so much that we are willing to confine human beings into binaries based on anatomy instead of allowing them to celebrate their individuality?

    Public discourse may be centered on how a toy potato chooses to represent itself, but the infatuation is rooted in gender, where the principles run far deeper. Self-expression and determination are human rights to be respected and upheld. While the violation of these rights does not crush bone or infrastructure, it certainly crushes the human spirit.

    If the United States is to be a leader in international development, our officials must recognize that humanity is rooted in individual choice and relies on basic freedoms to pursue those choices accordingly. Our work in human development requires us to rejoice in our similarities and revel in our differences, including gender expression. So, while we pursue at rapid pace the ever-growing height of human potential, may we also celebrate every bit of ourselves along the way.

  79. WAP for the WIN

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    I couldn’t be more excited about the progress that the Women’s Advocacy Project (WAP) has made with their two new groups! They have developed a system of soap making that is both effective and efficient. The opportunities that WAP are providing for their participants inspires me, and sometime’s its a pleasant surprise. As a fellow for the WAP project in Zimbabwe, I want to garner awareness in the US for the problems that they face in their society. Mainly, child marriage. An article published by the advocacy group, Equality Now, details the reality of child marriage in this country.

    Child marriage is defined as the marriage of a couple that is below the age of 18. This is actually legal in 46 states, and approximately 248,000 children were married between 2000 and 2015. 80% were married to adults.

    It’s important to remember that child marriage happens across countries, cultures, and religion. Zimbabwe may be thousands of miles away but the problems that the Women’s Advocacy Project has been addressing is a lot closer than you might think.

  80. Challenges faced by Albinos in the Great Lakes

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    In this 2-part piece, we will discuss the treatment of albinos in the Great Lakes region of Africa; specifically, Kenya, Tanzania, and Malawi, and why they are treated this way. In this first piece, we set the stage for the current situation on the ground. 

    The Great Lakes region of Africa is situated along the eastern coast below the Horn of Africa and extends as far south as Zambia and as far west as the Democratic Republic of the Congo. For simplicity’s sake, we will discuss 3 main countries: Kenya, Tanzania, and Malawi

    Overall in the East Africa region, Kenya is relatively safe for people with albinism. This is especially true compared to its southern neighbor, Tanzania. Based on a fairly unreliable estimate on the number of Kenyans with albinism from the National Council on Disabilities, the most commonly published number is 3,000 (“Kenya”, n.d). The United Nations also cites that although Kenya is a relatively safe place for albinos, there can still be more to improve the situation such as the expansion of healthcare-related to albino health problems. The last reported attack on a Kenyan albino was in 2015 near the Kenyan-Tanzanian border. 

    Tanzania reports 6977 officially documented albinos in their country but the Albino Association of Tanzania believes that it could be as high as 170,000 (Engstrand-Neacsu and Wynter, 2009). The most dangerous regions for albinos in Tanzania are Shinyanga and Mwanza (“Man ‘tried to sell’, 2008). Overall, NGOs such as Action on Albinism report Tanzania as having 188 reported attacks on albinos with the most recent attack reported being on May 1st, 2019 (n.d).

    Around 2015, Tanzania began enacting reforms to curb violence towards albinos. However, their neighbor Malawi instead saw “a steep rise in killings of albinos with 18 reported killings since November 2014” (“Albino people are being hunted”, 2018). A 2014 report by Amnesty International speculates that the number of albinos murdered is much higher than their reported 18 deaths due to the unwillingness of rural regions to report crimes. In addition to this, albino graves are constantly being raided and in 2017, police have found at least 39 cases of illegal removals of albino bodies/limbs from their graves (“The ritual murders of people”, n.d).

  81. Vaccine Distribution Highlights Inequalities of the Pandemic

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    The COVID-19 pandemic has drastically changed our everyday lives. To the way we socialize to the way we work, the pandemic has shown just how flawed our government systems are around the world. Low income students are less likely to have access to high speed internet or other technology, which is crucial to succeeding during the era of Zoom learning. Families, whose jobs are no longer available, are left uninsured when a disease is ravishing communities.

    As a second year college student at the University of Illinois, the transition has been difficult. Not being able to engage with your peers or professors in person has made learning more challenging. However, I am lucky my university is able to provide the resources needed to succeed, such as programs to borrow computers. Because these resources are limited in underdeveloped countries, students are resulting to in person instruction, which only makes the spread of the virus increase.

    Now that there are multiple vaccines available, it seems the end of the pandemic is right around the corner. For Americans, Canadians, and other citizens in rich nations, reaching herd immunity by 2022 is much more realistic because of the pre-ordering of doses.

    “Release the excess vaccines that you’ve ordered and hoarded,” announced South African president, Cyril Ramaphosa. According to AJ+, only 1 in 10 people will receive a COVID-19 vaccine in the 70 poorest nations. Rich countries purchased 53% of available vaccines, while rich nations represent only 14% of the world’s population, leaving poorer countries out to dry. Canada, for example, is under scrutiny for buying enough vaccines to vaccinate Canadians “five times.”

    While Canada has committed to donating excess doses to countries in need, it doesn’t help that countries like Pakistan and Ukraine are falling behind. These countries have yet to begin rolling out vaccines at the rate that the US and the UK have. People are dying, and it is poor individuals who are continuing to suffer the most. Vaccine distribution in underdeveloped countries must begin quickly, and rich nations should pull their resources together to help with the process. The pandemic is a worldwide issue that is killing millions, and every nation needs to work together to end it.

     

  82. Not Enough: the United States Climate Change Policy

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    Growing up, I’ve had to evacuate from my childhood home 3 times. Grabbing items that are invaluable and sentimental, passing flames as we trek to go stay with a family on the opposite side of town hoping the rest of my belongings that I had to leave behind don’t fall victim to a California wildfire. 

    Growing up, we didn’t have snow days as the average temperature in Southern California is around 75 degrees, we had school canceled because the air quality due to smoke was too dangerous to be outside. 

    In the increasingly interconnected world, climate change has undeniably become a global threat. Societies will see an escalation in climate-related struggles if we maintain our current way of life, with no adjustments made. Creating an unstable future, one where there is a steep competition over resources, increased flooding, and people displaced from the effects. 

    Growing up, I have had United States Senators bring a snowball to the house floor to “prove” it is still cold outside and therefore climate change is still able to be disputed. 

    Growing up, the leaders of my nation have refused to acknowledge climate change as a serious threat, essentially leaving the world in tatters for future generations, my generation. 

    With the new Biden administration, climate change activists rejoiced to have a champion in the White House. President Biden signed a series of executive orders on the day of his inauguration, one of them rejoining the Paris Climate agreement and rescinding the construction permit of the Keystone XL oil pipeline. 

    However, this is not enough. 

    Climate change must be at the forefront of the new administration. The rejoining of the Paris Climate Agreement needs to be followed up with massive and aggressive domestic legislation. 

    We need to be aggressive. 

    We need to not only invest in new technology but also to dramatically reduce our greenhouse admissions.  We need to lean our economy off of its reliance on fossil fuels, we need a government that will fight for the future. 

    Although our government might be passive in tackling this issue by still having a debate the rest of the world has come to a conclusion about. It is easy to feel like what you, personally, are doing isn’t enough to combat the climate crisis. However, every item recycled, every single-use plastic unused, every time a reusable bag is used, and so on, adds up. 

    Climate change should no longer be a debatable issue. It is a fact. People who do not believe in climate change are not, “skeptics,” they are actively harming the future of the world. 

  83. The Eurocentric Tendencies of Climate Change Analysis: It Is Time to Pass the Mic

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    Tomorrow, January will come to a close, and along with it so will the submission period for this year’s Nobel Peace Prize nominations. In acknowledging this, I have found myself reflecting on the 2019 selection process. As some may recall, Greta Thunberg, a young climate activist from Sweden, was not included on the short-list for the final selection. In justification of this decision, Henrik Urdal of the Peace Research Institute-Oslo stated, “There is no simple and unquestionable causal link between climate change and conflict. The Nobel Committee should take note of this.” Urdal elaborates on this by citing the lack of consensus on climate’s impact regarding conflict and goes on to discuss that climate ranks in the bottom of a list of risk factors. While he concedes the point that researchers acknowledge some impact of climate change on conflict, and that this impact is bound to increase, I feel there are some pressing issues with Urdal’s take.

    Rarely does there exist a “simple” link between any risk factor and conflict. In contrast, conflict tends to emerge out of several complex intertwining risk factors, all of which need to be understood and addressed for a successful conflict transformation. Risk factors can amplify one another, and sometimes the presence of one risk factor can set the stage for others.

    Is this not the entire concern of climate change? It is not the mere presence of warming temperatures that has everyone up in arms, but the negative impacts of that on the functionality of the very ecosystems we rely on. In a world which developing countries source the majority of their economic livelihoods from agriculture, an increasingly unstable climate threatens socio-economic development (a risk factor Urdal cites as one of the most significant drivers of conflict). In countries with pre-existing risk factors such as an absence of the rule of law, does the economic turmoil and subsequent displacement of climate refugees not strain a nation which lacks institutional integrity?

    Climate change will never be the clear risk-factor that causes a country to devolve into chaos, but it is certainly a driver of the risk-factors that will. The negative effects of climate change are already impacting the stability of many developing nations. If our previous mistakes in development have taught us anything, it should be that success is built upon our ability to listen to those most impacted by the concepts we merely theorize on from afar. The opportunity to circumvent future crises requires the international community to shift perspectives to those often left out of the conversations on development.

    In the spirit of passing the mic, I will conclude this by turning the focus toward our partners at Children Peace Initiative Kenya (CPIK), whose work has drastically reduced drought-related conflict between pastoralists in their communities. CPIK organizes peace camps to build relationships and bridge the gap in communications between children from tribes fighting over resources. The friendships formed by the children create a ripple effect and encourage cooperation between the two tribes’ authority figures. This foundation is used to foster economic interdependence which optimizes output and disincentives violence driven by resource scarcity. In recognizing the environmental risk-factors that fuel conflict, CPIK has been able to apply innovative and effective measures to alleviate violence. They aim to continue this effort in other areas where severe drought increases susceptibility for resource conflicts. May their devotion to peace serve as an example for the international community as we seek to secure a sustainable future in the face of climate-driven conflict.

  84. A Renewed Hope

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    Over the past two weeks, I’ve been trying to think about what this new presidency means for our country. It’s new leadership, new executive orders, and a new way of governing, just like with any change of a president. Yet this time, it can be summed up with one word: hope.

    This is a president that has already brought along a wave of firsts. We have the first female Vice President, who is also the first black and South Asian Vice President. Her husband is not only the first Second Gentleman but also the first Jewish one. In Georgia, Americans elected the first black and the first Jewish senators to represent the state. We have had the first transgender woman appointed as the assistant health secretary along with the first black defense secretary with the appointment of Lloyd Austin on January 22. 

    This presidency, in its first week, already has a lot of firsts, which could have meant that the one word to sum it up could have simply been “first”. Yet, it is much more than titles and identities. It’s about representation and hope. 

    These “firsts” allow young people, especially women of color, to see themselves in the highest offices of our country. It provides more Americans with the ability to see themselves in positions that have historically been dominated by older white males. The hope it provides for the future is what is most important. The hope of our future generation to take on roles they may not have seen themselves in before. The hope that we can continue to build the leadership of our country that is representative of the make-up of our citizens.

    These past two weeks have had many first, yet it is the hope (and knowledge) that they are not the last ones that make me excited. Vice President Harris, Defense Secretary Austin, and many others are breaking through previous barriers to ensure the hope lives on. 

    These past two weeks have restored hope that was lost for many. It is, simply, a renewed hope. 

  85. 2021 Zimbabwe Peace Fellow

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    When I accepted this fellowship I was excited to work with an organization that encourages and supports social change. I did not know which project would be best for me until I was connected with The Women’s Advocacy Project. The Women’s Advocacy project is based out of Harare, Zimbabwe and they have done amazing things for the women and girls in their community. I speak with the founder of the organization, Constance Mugari, and the director, Dickson Mnyaci at least once a week to touch base on their project developments. In Zimbabwe there is a daily curfew which has been a challenge for the progression of their soap production. However, the ban is set to be lifted February 15th! Their work ethic is truly inspiring and seeing the work that they have done already makes me so excited to support the expansion of their project into two new communities! I have researched the communities of Epworth, Chitungwiza, Mbare and Waterfalls. Child marriage is a common occurrence in those communities, and it’s a problem that seems very far from the US. My concern is that it is present in this country as well, and awareness needs to be given to the issue in the US. I hope to bridge the gap between the struggles of the Zimbabwean communities, and the communities in the US. I have started by reaching out to local high schools in my area (Chicago, Illinois). Hopefully I can connect with students via zoom to inform them about The Women’s Advocacy Project, that would be an amazing start.

  86. The True Costs of the D.C. Riots and What Happens Now

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    The True Costs of the D.C. Riots and What Happens Now

    Law enforcement personnel detain a person as supporters of U.S. President Donald Trump clash with people opposing them on a street, in Washington, DC, U.S. November 15, 2020. REUTERS/Jim Urquhart

    What Happened?

    Tensions in the nation’s capital were at an all-time high as thousands of protesters were gathered outside to challenge their defeat in the recent national elections. Many were armed and some came with malicious intent. Soon enough, the undermanned Capitol security was overwhelmed as protestors broke through the metal barricades while scuffling with officers. Meanwhile, inside the Senate chambers of the Capitol, lawmakers were discussing possible objections to the elections when they had to be quickly rushed to safety. Protestors had broken into the Capitol.

    On the other side of the Capitol, in the House chambers, law enforcement officers created makeshift barricades to stem the tide of protestors banging on the doors. Their weapons were drawn, prepared to fire if need be. A breaking point was reached when one woman was shot and killed by an officer while attempting to reach the Vice President through a broken window. Police fire tear gas inside. Rubber bullets have been used. Improvised explosive devices (IEDs) had been found. This is the current state of our democracy and it is a sad state indeed.

    The damage inflicted by this historic event shook the nation. Lives were lost and people were injured. However, the worst damage caused by this mob was not to American property, but to America’s image abroad.

     

    America Abroad

    The United States of America was once believed to be the standard-bearer of democracy with the President colloquially regarded as the Leader of the Free World; now it stands on the international stage divided and in turmoil. The image of American democracy had been strained for decades now with our numerous failings in both domestic and foreign policy. Nonetheless, with the events that had unfolded on that Wednesday afternoon, we had once again outdone ourselves as our own citizens sought to overthrow their own democratic process. The damage caused by this act, bordering on insurrection, has forever been etched into everybody’s memory.

     

    What Comes Next?

    With the United States’ reputation once again damaged, what happens next? The damage done to our soft power will take years to fix. There is no doubt that authoritarian regimes will use footage of what had transpired that fateful day to show the weakness of democracy and to show a crumbling America. Policymakers will have to deal with bolder challenges as many will perceive the attack on the Capitol as a sign of American weakness.

    In spite of what had transpired and the road that lays ahead, there is still hope. American soft power and its image abroad has suffered much worse in the past and was still able to regain itself. With the incoming Biden Administration, the hope of America regaining itself in the world’s center stage once again as a stable democracy shines bright. Through our trials and tribulations, both domestic and foreign, Americans have always overcome these challenges with our democracy intact. Once again, we are faced with a challenge not foreign but domestic. This is a challenge that has been brewing in our backyard for years and it is time we shine a light on this ugly mole. We need to band together in order to preserve not only ourselves, our image abroad, but also our own fragile democracy.

  87. Women’s Rights Reaching a Climatic Cliff

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    As a young woman, I have grown up watching politicians and lawmakers chip away at my right to bodily autonomy. The politicization of my health care has made me question whether my government serves to violate my body or protect it. 

    The Pro-Life vs. Pro-Choice debate is a war that has been waging for too long. Roe v. Wade was a huge stride in women’s rights and is a symbol of the liberation of women’s bodies. Since it’s ruling in 1973, the evangelistic Pro-Life movement has been making enormous progress in the political arena to strip women of their right to choose. Their direct manipulation of Republican politicians has created legal restrictions limiting access to abortions. 

    Targeted Regulations on Abortion Providers (TRAP) are legal laws that are endangering women’s right to an abortion. Twenty-three states have legal regulations on abortion clinics. Planned Parenthood states that “Targeted restrictions on abortion providers (TRAP) laws are costly, severe, and medically unnecessary requirements imposed on abortion providers and women’s health centers.” These laws are a direct reflection of Republican lawmakers weaponizing their personal beliefs to infringe the limit women’s power over their bodies to gain political support.  

     What is the effect of TRAP laws? Well, they created “abortion deserts,”  a term used to describe cities that are more than 100 miles away from the nearest abortion clinic. Twenty-seven major cities in the United States qualify as an “abortion desert” and there even six states that only have one abortion clinic in the entire state all of this due to the constraints of TRAP laws.

     For a woman without a car or working a 40 plus hour week cannot afford to travel 100 miles for an abortion this is an extreme time and financial constraint. This creates a socio-economic gap that favors women of higher income while women with a lower income can’t afford access to abortion. This increases unwanted pregnancies in low-income communities which only perpetuates the cycle of poverty. 

    In 2019 the United States saw a surge of abortion bans in southern states in hopes that these laws would be challenged and brought to the Supreme Court. Luckily, the Louisana abortion ban was struck down by the Supreme Court with a close vote of 5-4 in March 2020. 

    Unfortunately, this is not the end, it is only the beginning. Due to the recent devastating loss of Supreme Court Justice, Ruth Bader Ginsburg and her conservative replacement Amy Coney Barrett could rechallenge Roe vs Wade, forcing women’s rights to a climatic cliff. 

    Growing up I treasured Ruth Bader Ginsburg for fighting for the equality of women in the workforce and in the homes, along with protecting a woman’s right to choose. Her efforts to fight for women’s bodily autonomy are threatened by the enforcement of new TRAP laws and the appointment of Amy Coney Barrett. The politicization of abortion is a health risk. Politicians are creating and enforcing TRAP laws in their states without having any sort of medical experience. Proving, the TRAP laws are not created to protect or help women but to limit access to abortions because of their own personal beliefs. In totality, The debate is not about health and protecting the lives of women, it is simply a facade that politicians and lawmakers use to gain more power. 

     

  88. Every Day Is Election Day

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    Philadelphia, November 14: The rest of the world hates to be lectured by Americans about democracy, so I decided to offer my services to the Democrats of Pennsylvania during the recent election to see how it worked.

    The short answer was slowly. I made around 900 calls leading up to the election, but talked to less than a hundred humans. I then spent election day in the cold outside a polling station in Philadelphia, waiting for voters who did not arrive because they had already voted.

    But that was fine. I was ready for some boredom after months of high anxiety, and happy to be one droplet in a mighty wave of almost 19,000 out-of-staters who made calls for the Democrats in Pennsylvania. Who cared if only 200 voters turned up at our polling station when almost 500 had already voted?

    We should take time to reflect on the lessons from this election as President-elect Biden prepares to restore democracy to the forefront of American foreign policy. Whether this is credible will depend largely on how the election is viewed abroad. American lectures work best when Americans practice what they preach.

    It hasn’t always worked out well. I can remember running a poll for the CSCE during municipal elections in the Bosnian town of Srebrenica in November 2000. Our station overlooked the site of the worst massacre in Europe since World War 2 and our ballot counters were all Bosnian Serbs because Muslims had been expelled or killed. The counters had probably taken part in the killing, but right now they were listening open-mouthed to lurid reports on the radio about hanging chads in Florida. One asked: Could democracy in America really be this crazy?

    It was galling to be mocked by perpetrators of genocide. But that is the price you pay for what Viktor Orban, the deeply undemocratic Prime Minister of Hungary, has called “moral imperialism.”

    American diplomacy can make a compelling case for democracy after this election. It was, first and foremost, an act of courage. If you voted by mail you risked losing your ballot. If you voted in person you risked losing your life. The fact that over 160 million Americans took the risk – the largest turnout since 1908 – was astounding.

    Many of those who answered my calls were elderly and at high risk from the COVID-19 virus. Several were coping with cancer. For these brave people, voting was a rebuke to a pandemic that has forced us all to cower in our basements. It meant rejoining the human race for a day.

    This was also a vote for human rights. The Universal Declaration of Human Rights does not mention democracy, but it does affirm the right to participate in one’s government. That right is in turn protected by other more familiar rights like assembly, education, speech and freedom from violence. Human rights have been tossed aside by the Trump Administration. This election is an argument for restoring rights to American foreign policy – not piece-meal as in the past, but in their entirety.

    Third there is racism. Democracies are measured by their ability to protect minorities, and for me this campaign began on May 25 with the shocking murder of George Floyd. The last six months have seen Americans confront their troubled racial history with unflinching vigor and imagination. The election of a multiracial woman as Vice-President, and the elevation of a record number of women of color to the US House of Representatives, will surely help. Yes, the rest of the world really does view America as a melting pot, and yes we admire it.

    Finally, there is the spectacle of an American President determined to intimidate voters, curb voting and de-legitimize the result. This is straight out of the playbook of Orban, Lukashenko, Putin and other authoritarians masquerading as democrats, but the main casualty is likely to be Trump’s own tarnished legacy. In fact, history will probably thank him for stiffening the resolve of voters. Trump as the savior of democracy? That is sweetly ironic.

    Of course, this does not mean plain sailing ahead. Liberal democracy will struggle to deal with an increasingly fragmented world. It may take years for the United Nations, which has offered a safety net during times of crisis, to recover from Trump’s contempt and COVID-19.

    Core principles of human rights will also face new tests. This is starkly illustrated by the pandemic, which pits the rights of individuals against the health of society as a whole. The US is not handling this well.

    And if the pandemic is chilling, climate change will be a nightmare. The will of the people is sure to be tested by floods, fires, droughts, diminished food supplies, mass migration, pollution, and the loss of species. Making it harder, Americans will be asked to make sacrifices for future generations, as yet unborn. The pandemic suggests that will be a tough sell.

    This work begins now. Indeed, it leads to one final takeaway from the recent election – we cannot wait until the next one rolls around. Every day should be election day in America.

    “Voting in this election was an act of courage. If you voted by mail you risked losing your ballot. If you voted in person you risked losing your life.”

  89. She Persists

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    I recently finished work on a project with the Cameron Art Museum in Wilmington, NC to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the 19th amendment to the US Constitution.  This amendment gave women the right to vote after a decades long campaign by many strong, determined women who saw an inequity and took steps, often at great personal cost, to correct it.  This push for voter equality began with the Seneca Falls Convention in 1848, the first women’s rights convention in the United States.  It took 72 years from that date for women to gain the ballot.  Many (probably most) of the women initiating the actions which led to this all- important right, never lived to cast a vote but they understood the importance of what they were trying to accomplish and persevered in the face of violence and invective.  Some lost their families as a result of their actions, many lost jobs, many were imprisoned or beaten.  And yet, they never gave up.  They continued to enlist more women to the cause until their movement became an irresistible force.

    I think of these suffragists every time I cast my ballot and I have never missed voting in any election, whether national, state, or local since I became eligible.  In the United States, voting is one of the rights of citizens but it is also a responsibility.  I also consider it a responsibility to these amazing women who simply would not give up.

    During my time with the Advocacy Project, I have come to recognize this same determination and persistence in the women we work with.  I see the women in Nepal who lost loved ones to the disappearances.  Even as the years have passed, they have continued their campaign to attain justice for those lost and restitution for those remaining.  I see the women in Mali who have survived gender-based violence, trying to recover from their personal trauma but also telling their stories so they may help protect other women and girls from suffering the same fate.  I see women in Zimbabwe working to prevent their young sisters or daughters from becoming child brides and showing them that with ingenuity and hard work, they can create an income producing business so they can help their families without having to be married off.

    I am no longer surprised by these stories of sacrifice and determination because I encounter them wherever I go.  Instead, I stand in awe of women everywhere – women who never give up, women who work together for the greater good, women who survive even when circumstances are against them.  They persevere, they persist, they find a way.  We should all be grateful for this quality in women and recognize that it makes the world better.

    As I cast my vote in this presidential election, I’ll be thinking of the women who made my vote possible and take pleasure and pride in the knowledge that it will, in all likelihood, be the women’s vote that determines the outcome.

    Thank you:  Susan B. Anthony, Ida B. Wells, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Mathilda Franziska Anneke, Alice Stone Blackwell, Antoinette Brown Blackwell, Harriet Stanon Blach, Amelia Bloomer, Carrie Chapman Catt, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Julia Ward Howe, Lucretia Coffin Mott, Anna Howard Shaw, Lucy Stone, Sojourner Truth, Alice Pal, Frances E.W. Harper, Mary Church Terrell, and all the countless other suffragists who worked tirelessly to secure the vote for American women.

     

    The Nineteenth Amendment Banner at the Cameron Art Museum, Wilmington, NC

  90. Making Soap has Reduced Child Marriage!

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    Opening up a market: Trish with a local shopkeeper who has agreed to sell Clean Wash soap.

     

    To begin with, the WAP soap making project has created self-employment for our young girls in our communities. We are now able to work as girls using our hands and have improved our income.  The sales of soap have made it possible that we can now take care of ourselves and help our families to attain basic needs which were hard to access in the past before the start of the clean girl project.

    Before we began the project, many of us had no occupation. We used to wonder around with some ending up in unplanned relationships which led many of our friends into unwanted sex, unplanned pregnancies and early child marriages.

    Many thanks go to WAP for initiating this very significant project which has equipped us with important skills that have remained central to our lives.  We now have a job that keeps us busy, producing, packing and marketing our product. It has helped us not to fall into the traps of boys, hence reducing child marriages.

    WAP has truly empowered us as girls. We have gained skills, knowledge and income and are in fact grateful. The soap making project together with the weekly educational sessions are a factual bid to ending early child marriages. We can see a reduction in the number of girls who were at risk of getting into child marriages. Though facing some challenges due to our economy, the project has helped us a lot to cater for our immediate need including accessing our sanitary wear.

  91. Forever Haunted By The Disappeared

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    Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo Seek their Children in Buenos Aires

     

    Washington DC, September 11: In the summer of 1976, when I started out as a reporter in Geneva, Argentinians began to arrive at the United Nations with a haunted look in their eyes. They were numbed by what had happened in their country following a military coup in March, and fearful of being hunted down.

    They were right to be scared. Back in Argentina, the dictators had launched a dirty war against “subversives” that would claim as many as 30,000 lives. The tentacles of their campaign would extend to Europe, where they installed a team of former torturers at the Argentinian embassy in Paris and instructed their diplomats in Geneva to muzzle critics at the UN. It was not easy to report on such a story. My interviews with Argentinians were conducted in secret.

    And yet something other than terror was also under way. We did not know it at the time, but these frightened people were at the forefront of a movement that would eventually advance democracy throughout Latin America and revolutionize international human rights.

    The movement was led by family members of the disappeared and it unfolded simultaneously in Argentina and abroad. In 1977 Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo took to the streets of Buenos Aires to protest the disappearance of their children, followed by the Grandmothers. Both groups led the search for answers after democracy was restored in 1983 and helped the new government come up with a formula – a truth commission followed by prosecutions – that has become the blue-print for transitional justice everywhere.

    The families have also made an impact on the international stage. They inspired the UN in Geneva to create a working group to investigate disappearances worldwide. Disappearances were declared crimes against humanity in 1998 and criminalized by a new international treaty in 2007. The practice is now viewed with the same horror as torture.

    And all of this was triggered by the actions of desperate family members, most of them women.

    It all came back to me recently while making two podcasts on August 30, the International Day of the Disappeared, with my colleague Beth Alexion from The Advocacy Project.

    We talked with two family members from Argentina and Nepal who have made it their life’s work to denounce disappearances. Ariel Dulitzky lost two maternal cousins in Argentina and went on to a distinguished career as a lawyer, professor and chair of the UN working group on disappearances. Ram Bhandari’s father disappeared in Nepal in 2001. After democracy arrived with a rush in 2006 Ram set about building the Network of Families of the Disappeared in Nepal (NEFAD), which now represents over 1,000 families.

    Our podcasts offer a fascinating contrast between two countries that emerged in triumph from repression and violence, but have chosen different paths to recovery. Argentinians have addressed the challenge head on, but Nepalis have largely tried to sweep the disappearances under the carpet. Neither approach has entirely worked. Both societies remain haunted by the disappeared and wonder if they can ever recover.

    The Terror

    Ariel Dulitzky was nine when the military seized power in Argentina in March 1976. He does not remember much about the time, although he did realize that something was up when his parents spoke in Yiddish so that he would not understand.

    They were probably discussing the disappearance of his mother’s cousins Mathilde and Alicia. It later emerged that Mathilde had been taken to the Navy Mechanics School in Buenos Aires, also known as the ESMA, where over 5,000 Argentinians were tortured and killed. Most were dropped from planes into the River Plate. Some women even gave birth in shackles at the ESMA before being separated from their infants and killed. Alicia’s fate has never been explained.

    Asked what Mathilde might have endured in such a dark place, Ariel replies: “I can’t imagine.” He visited the ESMA as chair of the UN working group. It left him shaking and reminded him of his responsibilities towards the families.

    The disappearances in Argentina had a garish quality. Some of the killers were infamous even before the dictatorship fell. They included Lieutenant Alfredo Astiz, known as the “Blond Angel,” who infiltrated the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo and supervised torture at the ESMA. Astiz earned further notoriety when he was captured by the British during the early stages of the Malvinas/Falklands war.

    What moved people like Astiz? Ariel assumes that they were driven by the perverted ideology of state security and encouraged by the passivity of most Argentinians. Also the very tactic of disappearances was designed to intimidate. A mere inquiry might put the captive at even greater risk.

    Ram Bhandari’s father Tej Bahadur disappeared in Nepal in very different circumstances. Between 1996 and 2006, Nepal was torn by a brutal war between the government and Maoist rebels. Around 2,500 Nepalis disappeared. Yet this was not the calculated reign of terror seen in Argentina. Many of the victims were denounced to the local police or to Maoist rebels by jealous neighbors. Ram’s own father was a respected former teacher who was committed to social justice.

    Regardless of the reasons, the impact on families was devastating in both countries “We had a happy family life,” says Ram. “Our whole family universe has been destroyed.”

    Disappeared: Mathilde “Tili” Itzigsohn

     

    Disappeared: Alicia Irene “Moni” Naymark

     

    Convicted: Lt Alfredo Astiz, the “Blond Angel”

    The Needs of Families

    It is impossible to understand families of the disappeared without understanding what motivates them. This is not complicated, given the bonds within families. Even so, relatives of the disappeared are probably unique among human rights advocates for their courage and tenacity.

    Several Mothers of the Plaza De Mayo disappeared during the dictatorship, but the group was undeterred and when their morale flagged others came forward. In 1995 a new group of family members emerged to harass the killers. These were the Hijos – Children of the Disappeared. They were known as “Scratchers” because they wrote graffiti on the houses of perpetrators like Astiz and jeered at them when they went to restaurants. Ariel calls this “social accountability.”

    The challenge facing families in Argentina and Nepal changed after democracy was restored and the adrenalin rush of protest gave way to an exhausting search through police stations and morgues. Women bear the brunt, which is another reason why this campaign is so unusual. Ariel recalls one tearful session with mothers in Peru who were forced to give sexual favors in return for scraps of information about their missing children. In Nepal, for a time, the government offered a pay-out to wives on condition that they declared their husbands dead. The women reacted with outrage.

    Poverty is another driving force. Many of the disappeared in Argentina were from wealthy middle-class families. Not so in Nepal, where victims often came from minorities like the Tharu that are outside the economic mainstream and depend on agriculture. In rural communities, the loss of the family breadwinner is devastating.

    We asked Ram to prioritize the needs of the families in Nepal. Memory and truth come top of his list, and he applauds the many creative ways that families have used to restore the identity of their lost relatives. This has included story-telling through memorial quilts, street theater, the naming of streets, and household shrines. If the entire community is involved so much the better, because the disappeared will be publicly vindicated. After truth and memory, for Ram, comes money and reparations. Justice and prosecutions are seen as less of a priority.

    This might seem to ignore the lessons from Argentina, where truth and justice went hand in hand. CONADEP the truth commission gave way seamlessly to the trial of the nine former Junta leaders in 1985 – a watershed event for the country and profoundly important for the families. These nine men had casually dispensed life and death and to see them facing civilian judges strengthened the rule of law and the young democracy. The trial also helped to establish the truth. “Remember that the Mothers were called Las Locas – the crazies,” says Ariel. “(The trial) gave them a sense of establishing their own dignity and restoring the memory of their relatives.”

    Hundreds of perpetrators have since been prosecuted, underscoring the importance of justice to recovery, although Ariel himself feels that the truth is probably more important.

    The real point, though, is that transitional justice is about much more than justice. Ariel is also clear that priorities must be determined by those who have most at stake. His job on the UN working group was to support the families and never impose an agenda.

    This has been ignored in the case of Nepal by human rights professionals, who have pursued legal accountability with a single-minded obsession. In 2014 the government of Nepal established two commissions to investigate the disappearances and promote truth and reconciliation. The law also promised an amnesty to perpetrators at the insistence of the military.

    Western governments, UN agencies and the biggest names in human rights have seized on the amnesty as a reason to withdraw from the entire process of transitional justice, even though legal accountability is just one of many demands made by the families, who are surely the stakeholders that matter most. “They focus on their own agenda” says Ram. “But victims – we have different needs. They don’t listen well to the local groups.” His frustration is palpable.

    Still searching in Nepal

    Fudiya lost her son

    Belmati lost 3 children

     

    Seeking Closure

    How can individuals and families heal after a national trauma like the disappearances? That question haunts Argentina and Nepal, particularly as most of the facts will never be known. Even in Argentina, where the government has cooperated, the UN working group has only confirmed 4,219 cases and clarified 379. Of these, 335 victims were found to have died.

    Not surprisingly, many Argentinians and Nepalis ask why the families cannot move on. Why should a tiny number of women hold the rest of society hostage to their obsessions, when their countries face so many other challenges?

    The answer should be obvious to Americans as they remember the terrorist attacks on 9/11. When a loved one disappears, his or her family is suspended in a psychological limbo. As long as the questions persist – what, why and how – the wounds will never heal. Indeed, the uncertainty may even worsen as time passes.

    But the reverse may also be true. The Mothers in Argentina found purpose in their search and may find it hard to call a halt if their loved one is identified, particularly if all they receive is a bag of bones. “The disappeared never grow old,” says Ariel. They will always be remembered as they were in the last photograph. The process of mourning will be long and complex.

    Solidarity also explains why closure is so difficult. Even if her own child is identified, a mother might continue the quest on behalf of other women who have become her closest friends. As the Argentinian Grandmothers like to say: “They are all our children.” Ariel also notes that many campaigners have adopted the same social justice platform that their children died for. Ram from Nepal agrees: “My father was a simple man, but he had a dream. I am pursuing his dream.”

    Nor is this just about individual closure, because families have their own collective memory. When someone is dragged from his or her home, the shocking event enters the family folklore forever. This explains why some of the most ardent campaigners in Nepal were infants at the time and too young to have known their fathers in person. Ariel himself recently discovered that Dulitzkys had perished in the Holocaust in Ukraine. He never knew them, of course, but they have now become part of his own identify. “Don’t ask me to give up my heritage,” he says.

    Will Argentina ever fully recover from the disappearances? We put that question to Ariel and he deflects it. Sure, human rights advocates must be realistic if they are to remain credible. And yes, the disappeared will probably never be found.

    But no society ever fully escapes its past, as the US is currently discovering with race and slavery. Ariel is convinced that societies which face the uncomfortable facts with tolerance and understanding will be rewarded. His own country Argentina has enjoyed almost 40 years of uninterrupted democracy. This, he says, is because it suffered through, and then thoroughly repudiated, the disappearances. Unfortunately, this message has still to register in Nepal.

    A Time for Reflection

    Our podcasts find Ariel and Ram in a reflective mood.

    As Ariel prepares for a new semester at the University of Texas he is satisfied by his work with the UN and proud of what his country has achieved. But he remains haunted by what he has learned in places like the ESMA in Buenos Aires.

    He withholds judgement on the UN group he once chaired. The group has asked 26 governments to explain 699 new disappearances so far this year and transmitted 58,606 cases to 109 governments in the past 40 years. At the very least, this shows that the sinister practice of disappearances is still widely employed and underscores the importance of the group. But 46,271 cases remain unresolved, raising the question of whether the group has fulfilled its promise to families. We hope to put that question to the group’s current members in a future podcast.

    The case of Argentina raises other current concerns. Looking back at Argentina’s descent into terror, Ariel worries at creeping authoritarianism in the US and the Trump Administration’s contempt for the checks and balances of democracy.

    For Ram, the last few months have only deepened the pain. Ram was in Europe when the pandemic broke out in March and he has not seen his family since. This seems cruelly ironic given the disappearance of his father. But at least, he says, the world now knows how it feels to be forcibly separated from those you love: “Families of the disappeared have been living through a pandemic for the last twenty years.”

    Ram Bhandari with his father before Tej Bahadur disappeared in 2001

    Ariel Dulitzky with Estela Carlotto, President of the Argentinian Grandmothers

    Many of the disappeared were dropped from “death flights” into the River Plate

     

     

     

    Iain is the author of ‘Behind The Disappearances – Argentina’s Dirty War Against Human Rights And The United Nations,’ University of Pennsylvania Press.

  92. Podcast on Enforced Disappearances

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    This is the first podcast in a series on Enforced Disappearances around the world. In this episode, Ram Bhandari, founder of NEFAD Nepal, sits down with Iain Guest and myself to discuss his disappeared father, memory and the shortcomings of transitional justice in Nepal. This episode was launched to commemorate the International Day of the Disappeared, which takes place each year on August 30.

  93. Reflections on a Remote Fellowship

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    By nature, humans struggle with change because it pushes us out of our comfort zones.  Despite having two years of prior experience working for a tech company, a place where change occurred on a weekly basis, I often feel some level of discomfort when it comes to coping with unfamiliar territory.  Due to COVID-19, this year the world has had to figure out a new way to adapt given that most of us can no longer attend classes, go to our offices, network, or hang out with our families and friends in person.

    All of this has happened, but we have intelligent brains that have allowed us to find creative ways to continue to live our lives.  As a result, the whole world has learned to interact innovatively with limited physical contact.

    When I received the news in February that I would be a Peace Fellow for the summer of 2020, working with the Gulu Disabled Persons Union in Gulu, Uganda, I was excited.  I felt like a little boy again, waiting impatiently to open a highly anticipated gift, because in my mind, going to Uganda would allow me to work with a marginalized community and eventually contribute to making a difference.

    I was also excited because being in Africa would enable me to interact with people who were culturally different from me, and as someone who is passionate about international affairs, I believed that working in Uganda would teach me valuable lessons in cultural competency that I could not learn in a classroom.

    However, when I got the news on March 2 that the university had cancelled my previously planned trip to Israel, as well as all future international travel, I was crestfallen.  Although I had the opportunity to apply for other internships, I decided that I was not going to abandon this fellowship, for I remained optimistic that either the country would reopen or I would be able to work virtually.  After several conversations with the Advocacy Project, we decided to move forward with the fellowship remotely.

    Despite my experience with the world of technology, I am always apprehensive about online learning or working, not because I am old-school but because I just prefer the human interaction.  Faced with the choice between doing the fellowship remotely and not doing it at all, I decided to embark on the virtual route on June 1, 2020, with the expectation that anything could happen.

    As I wrap up this fellowship, I can confidently say that these past twelve weeks have been some of the most productive ones of my professional life.  Though, at first, one might feel reluctant to step into the unknown by making a decision such as taking on a new and unfamiliar role during frightening and unprecedented times, such a task is not impossible.  If you approach it with confidence, self-awareness, humility, willingness to learn, and an open mind, it is possible to make the best out of any experience.

    Applying this mindset to my fellowship this summer, I was able to build solid relationships with both GDPU leadership and the Advocacy Project team while accomplishing the work that needed to be done.  This remote fellowship, moreover, allowed me to participate in meetings and interact with the work of other AP fellows in a way that would not have been feasible had I spent the summer on the ground in Gulu.

    Although the main project that I had originally hoped to be a part of, which was working with the WASH project to install accessible toilets in schools for students with disabilities, was not possible due to COVID-19, the two micro-enterprises that I helped to develop have the potential to be beneficial in the long term to GDPU’s fulfillment of its mission to provide dignity for people with limited mobility.

    Outside of this experience, I do believe that, after COVID-19, the Advocacy Project should continue to recruit fellows to work on-site alongside GDPU and other organizations that fight for marginalized groups worldwide.  Nevertheless, I believe that AP should also explore the possibility of remote fellowships year-round so that its partner organizations can benefit from the support of students like me during the school year.  This approach would allow AP to assess its fellows and send the most dedicated and prepared students to spend their summers working in partner organizations’ local communities.

    I hope that my blog, as a testament to what I have learned during my fellowship, will serve to encourage those who fear that this pandemic has narrowed their future opportunities, especially considering how our country’s government has handled this crisis.  As Americans, we always prevail through adversity, and thus we should remain optimistic no matter the circumstances.

  94. Perfect Pitch and Other Misleading Assumptions About Disability

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    At the beginning of my undergraduate career, I decided to close my piano servicing business.The last client that I took on was an older gentleman who had a very fine Yamaha C2 grand piano that he wanted me to work on.As soon as I entered his living room and opened the piano, I started to check out the tone and look for any discordance between the strings to determine with my tuning fork if the piano was sharp or flat.Seeing me wearing a pair of brown sunglasses, the gentleman said, “Aha!I am glad they sent a blind man to tune my piano.But the gentleman on the phone yesterday did not tell me you were blind.”  Then, seeing the confusion in my face, he added, “It’s a good thing.All the blind people have perfect pitch, which means my piano will be perfectly tuned.”I politely explained to him that I had been the person on the phone the previous day, and that being visually impaired does not automatically grant people perfect or absolute pitch.We continued our conversation and he said that people who were visually impaired, as far as he knew, had to have a sixth sense or else they would be unable to survive, and that they were special people.Despite my attempts to convince him otherwise, it felt as if I were beating a dead horse.He was convinced that maybe I might not be like that, but other people he had encountered with disabilities had that sixth sense.After a while, I finally asked him how many people with disabilities he had interacted with, and he couldn’t remember – he guessed maybe one or two.This personal experience often makes me wonder why members of society perceive those who live with a disability as either special, dependent, needy, or, in some cultures, being punished for past misdeeds.One possible explanation is that humans are naturally curious, and if we have no way of explaining or understanding the reason why something happened, we formulate explanations that fit into our world view.The experience that I described with my client synchronizes with one of the points brought up in an essay by Laurie Block, “Stereotypes About People with Disabilities.”  Block explains that, in some people’s belief, “[a] person with a disability will be compensated for his/her lack by greater abilities and strengths in other areas – abilities that are sometimes beyond the ordinary.”Stereotypes held by some members of society trigger the belief that those who live with a physical or cognitive condition were placed on Earth to somehow benefit others, to give them a mission or to inspire them to be more kind or less selfish.Given their condition, Laurie Block adds, people with disabilities may be seen as “holy innocents endowed with special grace.”  On the surface, such beliefs do not necessarily appear harmful; they may seem intended to protect people with disabilities.On a more profound level, however, these beliefs take away the independence of people with disabilities and convince them that they are not strong or capable enough, and they prevent the rest of society from interacting with these people like they would with any other individual.To illustrate, in his book, Disabled We Stand, Allan T. Sutherland describes examples where people with disabilities have been given unsolicited and unnecessary assistance by strangers who believed they were being helpful.For instance, people with visual impairments have been led across streets that did not help them to reach their destinations, which might have the actual result of making them late for an appointment or making them miss a bus or train.

    In one anecdote, a woman climbed a long staircase in the New York subway using her crutches, and as she stopped to catch her breath, “some well-meaning cavalier materialized out of the crowd, grabbed her up and carried her down to the bottom again.”Such stories reveal that members of society need to educate themselves so that they can view those with a physical or cognitive condition as independent, fully capable individuals who may just need a little assistance sometimes.Making the decision to help without their consent sends the message that they are incapable of getting what they want or need for themselves.There is not enough space in this blog to enumerate all of the stereotypes that society projects onto its members who live with a disability.Nevertheless, I believe that those who fight against inequality have a responsibility to educate others that those who live with certain conditions may need a helping hand, but that doesn’t imply that they are not independent or cannot contribute to society.After reading this blog, when you interact with a person who has a physical condition, make an effort to communicate with that person just as you would communicate with other individuals.When you see someone in a wheelchair or with a white cane or crutches traveling with someone else, if you need to interact with that person, do not assume that the one who is traveling with them is a helper and that you must address yourself to that person; instead, address the person directly.This will show courtesy and convey that you respect the person with a disability and value their communication with you.These simple interactions are how prejudices begin to disappear, and every individual should make it their mission to educate themselves on how to interact with those who live with a physical or cognitive condition instead of letting stereotypes inform their actions and opinions.

    “Those who fight against inequality have a responsibility to educate others that those who live with certain conditions may need a helping hand, but that doesn’t imply that they are not independent or cannot contribute to society.”

  95. The Overlooked Perpetrator and the Unsung Heroes: How Climate Change Drives Violence Against the Land Rights Defenders who are Protecting Us All

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    When It Rains it Pours

    Gardeners know the paradox: dry soil does not effectively absorb water. In that same vein, neither does scorched earth. So, after the drought comes the flood – statistically speaking. Then, flood waters wash away top layers of soil. This is called erosion. Ironically, eroded land is less capable of storing water and is therefore more susceptible to flooding. In this cycle, lush rainforests are stripped into deserts.

     

    Climate Change is Shrinking Land Supply

    As climate change both intensifies drought and aggrandizes flooding through precipitation patterns and melting glaciers, the World Bank predicts that global warming will induce widespread desertification in Colombia.

    According to the Institute for Hydrology Meteorology and Environmental Studies (IDEAM), 40% of Colombian territory is already experiencing some degree of degradation due to erosion. Moreover, by 2012, full blown desertification had already taken more than 24% of the country’s land mass. Thus, arable land in Colombia is very clearly and quickly disappearing.

    In “Landscape of Change” Jill Pelto uses climatology charts and watercolors to demonstrate the impact of climate change on land.

     

    Inequality Abounds

    Meanwhile, the richest 1% own 80% of the land. Many of these wealthy estate owners are cattle ranchers. It is important to note that cattle ranching is often falsely cited as proof of land use – necessary under Colombian law for land procurement. This fraudulent claim enables the performance of land speculation. As climate change heightens arable land scarcity, hoarding land becomes increasingly profitable. Unfortunately, this incentivises a rush to log the Amazon.

    However, climate change does hurt legitimate ranchers in a way that also fuels deforestation. Global warming accelerates the pace at which these producers exhaust their soil resources. This past decade, the livestock industry alone lost $1.8 billion due to the El Niño-Southern Oscillation (ENSO). In the face of climate change, scientists predict ENSO will only grow more severe. Unfortunately, “climate and soil characteristics,” limit viable pasture-expansion options. Ranchers can only expand into areas with agro-ecological potential. Cue deforestation.

    It is important to note here that by refusing to enact the rural reform integral to the Peace Accords, the Colombian government has enabled widespread and accelerating deforestation. Before the Peace Accords were signed in 2016, the rebels utilized forage coverage as a tool in war. As such, they strictly limited deforestation. When the Peace Accords were signed and FARC strongholds were disbanded, the indigenous were promised this land. However, cattle ranchers and other large scale profiteers were also eyeing the territory. When the government then rejected to protect indigenous land rights, big businesses swooped in. Today, 60% of deforestation in Colombia is caused by land-grabbing. While climate change exacerbates land scarcity, government neglect allows unchecked greed to drive violence against people and the earth.

     

    The Impacts of Deforestation

    Deforestation worsens drought. As Nick Nuttal, the spokesperson for the United Nations Environment Programme (UNEP) summarized, forests “drill water…into underground aquifers where it is stored to supply rivers during drought.” At the same time, deforestation may even cause drought. According to Nuttal, trees “pump ground water into the sky [where] the moisture then condenses and falls as rain.” Thus, without trees, precipitation is limited.

    Dr. Sheil of the Norwegian University of Life Sciences expands, in “areas like the Congo and the Amazon, the forests cause rainfall… if they weren’t there the interior of these continental areas would be deserts.” Indeed, a study conducted by scientists at the University of Leads found, “air that passed over extensive vegetation… produces at least twice as much rain as air that has passed over little vegetation.

    Deforestation also reduces groundcover and removes soil, which further stunts the earth’s ability to absorb and store water. This, as stated above, increases the likelihood and severity of flooding. Of course, deforestation also deprives Colombia of carbon sinks and emits greenhouse gas emissions. Remember, cutting trees releases CO2.

    As climate change, greed and a surging global demand for meat and other Colombian resources drive deforestation; deforestation drives climate change. Moreover, deforestation independently increases the likelihood of desertification, which once more incites deforestation. Here, we are seeing a loop of intertwined factors continuously amplifying each other. Only action and activism can stop the cycle. But the activists are being slaughtered.  

     

    Violence for Hire

    The heart of Colombia’s conflict has always been land. Now, climate change is pumping more blood into that heart. As competition for land heightens, cattle ranchers, palm oil producers banana growers and other rural giants are increasingly hiring individuals from the drug cartel and right-wing neo-paramilitary group AGC. The AGC members are paid to intimidate threaten and kill community leaders who dare to defend their own land.

    Illustrations of Temistocles Machado, María Yolanda Maturana, Mario Jacanamijoy Matumbajoi, Maria Efigenia Vásquez Astudillo, Sandra Yaneth Luna, Luis Hernán Bedoya Úzuga, Diana Patricia Mejía Fonseca, and José Abraham García. They are part of the group of 442 social leaders assassinated between Sept 2016 and March 2020. Illustrations taken from the website of the project PostalesParaLaMemoria.com

     

    The Meta Department

    At the intersection of the Amazon, the Andes and vast low land plains, the Meta Department is home to large scale cattle ranching, petroleum and the precious resource coltan. As such, it is the 7th most dangerous Department in all of Colombia for land rights defenders.

    Translated from Spanish, this mural from La Macarena reads “I was censored all this time. Used, beaten, violated – an object of discarded violence. Now, I break free!”

    The town of La Macarena, in Meta has been hit especially hard. To protect the earth, Erley Monroy Fierro spearheaded the Losada-Guayabero Environmental Campesino Association (ASCAL-G). As a result, he was murdered. On the way home from Monroy’s funeral, fellow activist Hugo Cuéllar was killed. After that, the town lost Didier Losada Barreto to environmental violence. The list goes on. And on.

    Yet, the people of La Macarena are resilient. They are the grandchildren of those displaced in waves from colonialism and La Violencia. They’ve survived FARC kidnappings and extrajudicial killings; in their soil rests an estimated 2,000 unidentified bodies. The people of La Macarena have lived through flooding so severe a national emergency was called, and drought so intense, their river closed. Yet, the people of La Macarena protect the earth. This community, constructed by war, will not be displaced again.

     

    The Unsung Heroes

    Unfortunately, members of the AGC are not the sole perpetrators. Rumors of FARC, ELN and even state-sanctioned assassins abound. The violence is epidemic. Colombia is the deadliest country on earth for environmentalists. Last year, more environmentalists were murdered across the globe than ever before. Over half of the killings occurred in either the Philippines or Colombia.

     

    We must understand that in protecting the Amazon, these brave grassroots leaders are protecting all of us.

     

    Experts warn that further Amazon recession would likely cause dire, global consequences. The forest stores a baseline of 100 billion tons of carbon and single-handedly eats 5% of total emissions annually. Moreover, “the water evaporated from Amazon trees absorbs energy when it evaporates – cooling the planet just as people are chilled by evaporating water when they are wet.” Thus, the Amazon acts as a pseudo AC system for the planet.

    Cover of report, “Defending Tomorrow: The climate crisis and threats against land and environmental defenders” published by Global Witness on July 29th, 2020

     

    We have a responsibility to back land rights defenders, such as Nidia Becerra who has received hundreds of death threats, who was shot, who now wears a bulletproof vest in public, who has been forced to relocate often, and who reaffirms that climate activism and indigenous activism are intrinsically linked. Make no mistake, Nidia is saving the world. We must fight for Nidia because she has put everything on the line for us.

     

  96. A Global Playbook to Invest in People with Disabilities

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    Full of energy: at the GDPU centre in Gulu, Uganda.

     

    According to a Human Rights Watch report from 2018, over one billion people in the world live with a form of limited mobility, which is about 15 per cent of the world’s population (“UN: War’s Impact”).

    In places where poverty, violence, and conflict reign, the rate often increases to as high as 18 to 20 per cent. For example, another report published in 2014 by the Uganda Bureau of Statistics states that the proportion of Ugandans aged five and older living with a disability was 14 per cent. However, in the northern Acholi region that includes Gulu, the figure was raised to 17 per cent (“Persons With Disability”).

    This is a result of twenty years of war in northern Uganda. The Human Rights Watch report explains that, as the conflict occurs in a particular country or region, the number of people who live with a disability will rise as a result of the following: violence, crumbling infrastructure, lack of access to healthcare, psychological stress, and increased poverty that exacerbates existing inequality in the society. These factors additionally make it nearly impossible for those who already live with a noticeable condition to become self-reliant.

    Considering that concerns about inequality have been at the front and centre of many international organizations for social impact, investors wallets guide about investments to help people with disabilities achieve their potential have been minuscule. Whether it is in industrialized or third-world countries, if society wants to help those with limited mobility to become valuable contributors to the world economy, I would argue that economic development and education should be viewed as two vital instruments that can bring that about.

    Why can economic development be a crucial tool when it comes to not only reducing the incidence of disability in a community but also improving the opportunities available to those who live with existing conditions? One reason is that economic stability promotes better education, and thus helps nations or communities to develop institutions that enable people with disabilities to obtain a formal education. Moreover, a more stable economy will allow for better infrastructure, not only in the area of healthcare but also in the form of better transportation systems that ensure that those with disabilities can travel safely and become more independent.

    Despite the economic disparity that continues to exist in wealthy countries, people with physical and mental conditions tend to do better in these places given that the justice system enables members of this group to report discrimination and make their voices heard through advocacy organizations or movements.

    For example, in 2017, I had an issue with the LSAC, the organization that administers the Law School Admission Test, refusing to accept various letters of accommodation that I submitted for the exam, which could be considered a violation of the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA).  After they refused to cooperate, I contacted the National Federation of the Blind (NFB) and the American Council of the Blind (ACB), and they immediately contacted the LSAC.  Knowing the power of these organizations, within three days, the LSAC did grant me accommodations for the exam.

    The power of such organizations would not be as strong in a country suffering from deep economic instability and conflict as they are in the United States, where the US economy has allowed the country to produce a justice system more equipped to serve the public. This has given advocates in the US the means to pressure certain institutions so that laws on the books that give rights to people with disabilities can be respected. Where there are widespread poverty and conflict, there are fewer resources available to meet the needs of the whole community. Those who live with a physical or mental condition are too often among the first to be completely left behind.

    Ultimately, the only real way to address this injustice is for multilateral organizations, such as the United Nations, European Union, Organization of the American States, African Union, and others, to form a worldwide entity and collectively design a playbook and budget. This plan would provide economic resources to assist people with disabilities in education, employment, and investment in micro-enterprises as well as larger businesses.

    Moreover, this playbook should contain provisions that allow multilateral organizations to push heads of states to pass and enforce protective laws and take more concrete steps in their respective countries to integrate those with disabilities in the full spectrum of civilian and government affairs.

    Although implementing this proposed approach in countries with deeply rooted economic challenges will be difficult, I believe that a worldwide organization can serve as a support mechanism to bridge the inequality gap between people with noticeable conditions and the rest of their communities.

  97. COVID-19: My Experience of COVID-19

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    My COVID- 19 experience began with the suspension of my MA classes at the Centre for Peace and Conflict Studies in Siem Reap, Cambodia. When the South Asian countries came to the consensus to lock down and suspend international flights within the region, our institution decided to also suspend our classes. So, I had to return home without the completion of the first module of my MA.

    I was not that eager to return to Nepal for two reasons behind it. First I wanted more interactions with fellow peace practitioners /instructors. Secondly, I was worried to stay with my old parents; who are highly vulnerable to the virus and I could be a potential carrier of the virus to them. But I had no options.

    I was in home quarantine for 14 days once I get back home. Even after the 14 days, I was not much confident to go around the family members, then on the 23rd day of my home quarantine, I had a COVID-19 test report, and it was negative. That brought some relief.

    As a young learner/graduate student, my plans and excitements for 2020 were terminated by COVID-19. After being engaged in field-based activities in the last five years, COVID-19 forced me to take a long vacation like everybody else. It brought about dullness in my daily life.

    But when I compare myself with other Nepalese youth who are in a worse situation than myself, I find myself to fortunate and realize that I was lucky to get back home at an appropriate time. One of my colleagues Sadia Chaudhary was stuck in Bangkok Airport for a week because of a lock-down imposed by the Pakistani Government. Thousands of Nepalese people are trapped in the Gulf or along the Indo-Nepal border. Even in the big cities, people are struggling to earn money.

    Coronavirus does not distinguish between rich and poor, black and white, left and right, first world or third world. Every nation (excluding a few States with exceptional Governance systems like New Zealand) is harshly affected by the pandemic.

    But unfortunately, COVID-19 came on top of an existing system of differing capabilities, distribution of wealth, income, and access to amenities. The responses towards the crisis were made according to the capabilities of individual states. Countries like India and Nepal had a single solution – lock-down, even though this has had a serious livelihood impact on the millions of people without economic security.

    For example, the daily wage workers lost their means to bread. Thousands of migrants from Nepal in India were working in hotels and tourism-based enterprises which are now shut down. They lost their jobs. They were even unable to return to their homes and had to wait for a month in very unhygienic living conditions in the Indo-Nepal border, waiting for the government’s response.

    The situation in the gulf is more painful. Hundreds of thousands of young Nepalis are working in the Middle East. They live a terrible life anyway and were unable to get back to home in this crisis. Hundreds of corpses of people living abroad could not be brought back for cremation. People who returned from abroad had to face the humiliation from the community even after they self-isolated. Farmers lost the markets. Dairy products were thrown out onto the roads. Daily wage workers were forced to walk back to their home districts barefoot and with small kids.

    The entire world is indeed suffering. Everyone is struggling to overcome this crisis, but the severity is different in different parts of the world. In Nepal, most people face two options – die of disease or die from hunger.

    The severity could be minimized if the State had taken an appropriate response at the appropriate time. The government in Nepal tried to respond but has not been effective.

    What if the State had rescued the migrant workers returning from India instead of blocking them in the border? They would not have tried to avoid the government provision of self-quarantine and test and would not have contaminated the communities with infections.

    What if the government had proper test equipment and expanded test centers? It would have isolated the infected individuals from social interactions.

    What if local governments were given the resources and responsibilities to secure the livelihood and travels of the people in their constituencies instead of spending ten billion rupees centrally? Prevention would be more effective.

    What if the government would have timely initiated the rescue flights to bring its citizen back home? The migrant workers in foreign countries would feel the warmth of parenthood when they needed it.

    COVID-19 has brought me back to the farm, with my family that I have left many years ago. It has allowed me to realize the realities of poverty and the aspirations of farmers who are working very hard but still not been able to lift themselves.

    Nepal has a very primitive market for processed agricultural products and this has been further damaged/handicapped by COVID-19.

    Development experts and economist claim that agricultural production will increase in the post-COVID-19 era. But my experience from the Chitwan district – a key supplier of agro-products to the capital Kathmandu – is completely different. Local farmers are tired of not knowing if they will sell their products. They describe themselves as “unemployed.”

    Young people who do possess land in my area and who are of my age have told me that they have already applied for a passport and would prefer ti go to the Gulf countries instead of continuing agricultural works. They do not see their future in Nepal.

    “Young people in my area and who are of my age have told me that they do not see their future in Nepal.”

  98. My Father’s Dream

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    Over the past few months of the pandemic, I have reflected on the years of my own  personal pandemic caused by enforced disappearances. Looking back, the journey has been long and hard. It is like a horror movie. 

    Nineteen years ago on December 31, 2001 my beloved father Tej Bahadur Bhandari, 56, disappeared after being arrested by security forces from the streets of Besisahar and taken to the district headquarter of Lamjung, He was handcuffed, blindfolded, heavily tortured and pushed to the ground. My father was a dreamer, educator, and cultural activist, well known in local communities. He was a school teacher for more than three decades and worked to transform local communities through schools, arts and culture.

    A dreamer and his son: Tej Bahadur Bhandari (right), a respected former teacher and campaigner for social justice, disappeared in Nepal on December 31, 2001. His son Ram has never stopped demanding an explanation.

     

    My father’s dream was kidnapped with him by state-sponsored security forces. He has never been seen again, but his dream is still alive with me.

    What happens when a family member is lost not to death or relocation, but to an enforced disappearance?  How do the people left behind cope with that loss and move on?  

    These questions have been part of my personal life for years. From 1996 to 2006 Nepal was ravaged by a civil war between Maoist rebellion and State forces.  The country suffered a great deal of material and infrastructural damage. But more importantly, the citizens of Nepal have been left with a great psychological burden brought about by ten years of nearly constant conflict. 

    Some victims were thought to be sympathizers of the Maoists as they moved through small villages. Others were viewed as State supporters. Whatever the reason, these people disappeared and to this day no information has been revealed regarding their whereabouts or what happened to them. The actual number of victims is several times higher than the published figure when one considers parents, spouses, friends and young children that will never know a parent.

    Often it was men that were taken, robbing a family of its breadwinner and source of income. The disappearances also robbed the surviving family members of the opportunity to conduct appropriate burial rights and rituals that are culturally important to Hindu families.

    As of today, there has been no comprehensive account of these events.  It is very important to tell the stories of the disappeared citizens and celebrate their memory. But the story of how their families have changed and adapted since the loss must also be told. 

    I became involved in the search for my father after he was forcibly disappeared on December 31, 2001. I still recall the clothing that he wore that fatal day. It was a light grey shirt, half sweater, and black pants. He also carried a golden color watch. Each detail gives me a small visual memory of a father whose fate still remains unknown.  

    A forcible disappearance acts as a double form of torture and suffering because victims are kept ignorant of their own fate, while family members are deprived of knowing the whereabouts of their loved ones. In Nepal many families went through habeas corpus cases, but the court dismissed them for lack of evidence or because presiding judges remain loyal to the offending regime. We do not yet have full accountability. The government’s attempt to forget, and to provide amnesty to the perpetrators, has created new conflicts and tensions in communities.

    I personally went through all the entire process and have achieved nothing in my search for the truth about my father. Gradually, I became engaged in the victim rights movement and have spent the last two decades working for the families of the disappeared. It’s a very personal cause for me and I never imagined how hard the fight would be. But the world has not done enough to acknowledge the suffering of the families, or listen to them. We have to tell our stories to the world, reorganize, and prepare for a long battle to keep the voices of the families alive. 

    I remember and commemorate all of relatives of the disappeared who have fought for social justice, access to education, equality and expansion of democratic spaces—like my father. The state authorities can never compensate for the absence of our disappeared relatives. But they can listen our voices, address our needs and stop the cycle of violence and re-victimization of survivors.

    As I continue on my journey I am optimistic that we will some day find answers and justice. I dream of a world without disappearances.

    “What happens when a family member is lost to an enforced disappearance?  How do the people left behind cope with that loss and move on?”

  99. International Development, Anti-racism and Black Lives Matter – Part 2: Reparations

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    Image from Kathmandu Post, “Foreign aid and statebuilding,” by Namit Wagley, 2018.

    In my last blog, I wrote about some of the ways in which racism underpins much of international aid and development policy. I’ve been thinking and reading more about what international aid agencies can do to address and reverse global inequalities that are the result of centuries-long exploitation of the Global South. Here, I wanted to share some of my thoughts and the articles I’ve come across on reparations and international relations.

    Reparations are often framed in terms of compensation or corrective policies that a government or other official body undertakes to address systematic abuses committed against a group of people. In the US, reparations for descendants of enslaved people has gained (some) traction in recent years, and last week the city of Asheville, North Carolina passed reparations measures which, although falling short of providing direct payments, are aimed at promoting homeownership and business opportunities for Black residents. (If you are not familiar with Ta-Nehisi Coates’ 2014 piece on reparations, I would highly recommend giving it a read. Also, it’s summer: eat ice cream and read Ben & Jerry on Reparations.)

    In light of the global BLM movement, European activists are also demanding that their governments address, reconcile and repair their brutal colonial pasts and legacies. Last week, Belgian King Philip sent a letter to DRC President Felix Tshisekedi expressing regret for Belgium’s bloody rule of the colony under King Leopold II, during which period as many as 10 million people were killed. In June, the Belgian Parliament approved a truth and reconciliation commission that will investigate the enduring impacts of the country’s colonial legacy in its former colonies, which include the DRC as well as Rwanda and Burundi. While these are important first steps, many activists—including Princess Esmeralda, a descendant of King Leopold II—have called for further reparation measures, such as revising the way Belgium’s colonial history is taught in schools and committing to fair trade policies.

    A statue of King Leopold II is removed in Antwerp, Belgium.

    A statue of King Leopold II is removed in Antwerp, Belgium.

    Thus, we are seeing a broadening of the reparations framework as it is applied to foreign relations. Such discussions of reparations also include canceling debt accrued by countries in the Global South and implementing fair trade policies. These kinds of reforms would attempt to redress the ways in which colonial legacies manifest today as, for example, exploitative practices by multinational corporations that profit off of resource extraction from countries where large portions of the population live in poverty and lack access to basic services.

    In the international development sector, Priya Lukka, a development economist at Christian Aid, argues that reparations include challenging the widespread acceptance that poverty is a natural phenomenon and acknowledging the ways in which today’s vast global inequalities are the result of centuries’ worth of plunder, exploitation and enslavement by predominantly Western governments in Africa, South America and parts of Asia. Between 1500 and 1800, over 100 million kilograms of silver were mined and shipped from South America to Europe, financing much of the industrial revolution. Had that silver been invested in 1800 at the historical average interest rate of 5%, Jason Hickel notes, it would be worth $165 trillion today; by my own calculations, that amount could pay off Latin America’s 2019 external debt 70 times over. Canceling debt as a form of reparation should not sound so radical after all. (Hickel discusses in greater detail massive European extraction programs and the largescale displacement, genocide and enslavement of indigenous populations.)

    So, what role do INGOs, development agencies and charity organizations play in reparations? Lukka calls on INGOs to play a strong lobbying role for progressive approaches to development by offering counternarratives to dominant theories and practices of international aid—and also coming to terms with the fact that these theories and practices that have not been successful in reducing poverty around the world. Cancelling accrued debt for developing countries, she argues, is a first and important step, and could be counterbalanced through a wealth tax.

    INGOs should also question and challenge why they have come to be such a massive—and profitable—global industry. Paradoxically, if aid organizations were successful in alleviating poverty and inequality around the world, then we should see these organizations reduce in number and size over time. This is not the case, however. One way to address this, as has been proposed elsewhere, is by shifting the power away from large international aid organizations directly to local civil society organizations and removing conditions and strict evaluation requirements for how aid money is spent. This could also allow many aid recipients and local organizations to reclaim the agency that has been stripped from them through tight regulation and monitoring of their expenditures and program outputs.

    At a more short-term and micro-level, INGOs must do more to provide reparations for immediate harm caused by its personnel and programs. Organizations should hold themselves to higher standards of external accountability, especially to those whom they claim to support. This means that when staff from INGOs and IGOs engage in directly harmful practices or negligence that results in harm, the organizations should not attempt to cover it up by quietly firing the offender; rather, they should publicly acknowledge the harm inflicted and take steps to repair the damage, such as through compensation or healthcare for the survivors. They should also cooperate with local law enforcement to ensure that their staff—including and international staff—are not immune from criminal proceedings in more extreme cases.

    A reparations approach to international development provides a useful framework through which to understand and improve development theory and practice. Much of my summer fellowship with the National Network of Families of the Disappeared in Nepal (NEFAD) is related to reparations and transitional justice, and I will have a few more blogs on these topics specifically dealing with ongoing challenges for conflict survivors in Nepal.

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    Rest in Power, Representative John Lewis. May we bear your legacy unwaveringly & continue getting into “good trouble” to advance global justice.

  100. “I Could Not Attend My Uncle’s Funeral”

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    Emma and Josh, 3.

    As a mother of a child, living during this pandemic is unlike anything else. We stay in a very congested place within Pece division, Gulu municipality. Taking care of my 3-year old son is a challenge. There are so many people living within the same compound. Children are not allowed to mix and play together. The situation has become very ugly to me. I am, like, “Oh God when will this whole drama be done?”

    When the government declared the lock down I became even more confused. One day I thought of driving off to my village with my son to go stay there for a while. But then I looked at the situation again from a different aspect. For example, I thought: what if my boy needs medical attention? At the same time, I am diabetic and I may also need some medical attentions. What was going to happen? All the private and public transport had been stopped. So I just decided to remain calm at my house, come what may. Life has to continue amidst the pandemic.

    “Oh God, when will this whole drama be done?”

    Life has become very expensive in Gulu. The price of beans has gone up to 7,000 Ugandan shillings ($1.90) a kilo, from 3,800 ($1.02). A packet of salt has doubled from 1,000 ($0.27). Sugar has gone from 3,500 ($1.00) to 4,500 ($1.2). Our landlady is putting pressure on us to pay rent. But everybody is just staying home, doing no business. Even my side business – a cosmetic shop which used to support my family on a daily basis – has been closed.

    Social gathering at the public places like church, traditional ceremonies, weddings, meetings have all been stopped. I lost my uncle but I could not even attend his burial because public transport and private cars were not allowed to operate. Bicycles are allowed, but I cannot ride very far.

    One day our landlady told me that she doesn’t want to see any child playing in the compound. This also stressed me out because I have a stubborn boy who also wants to jump around the compound. I had to close the door and remain inside, watching cartoons on television. Life has become so boring. It’s even worse when there is no electricity, because at least when there is power you can watch television and see our president addressing the nation and giving out new updates and directives.

    Everyone within our compound has started putting water and soap in front of their houses. When The Advocacy Project came out with the idea of mask production, we mobilized some women with disabilities to start the work. This helped to restore my hope, and helped me to see something positive in the situation. I realize that persons with disability can still do something despite the pandemic.

    “The (Mama Cave) mask production has restored my hope and helped me to see something positive in the situation.”

    The pandemic has also improved my hygiene. I must not forget to put hand-washing facilities in front of my house, I always travel with my hand sanitizer in the bag, and never forget to put on a mask whenever I am going to a public place like market.

    Now that GDPU and AP have started liquid soap training, I have learnt how to mix the chemical. Soon, I will be able to train more young people with disabilities so that they can learn the skills and the knowledge needed to produce liquid soap. This will help them to earn a living during the pandemic and live dignified lives in the community.

  101. “I have no doubt you’re a very nice person. However…..”

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    “Based on my interactions with you during the past few weeks, I have no doubt that you are a very nice person.However, after thinking about our conversation a few days ago, I don’t think I can go out with you.If you want me to be blunt, it’s because you are blind.For one, I enjoy car racing, and two, I enjoy going ziplining, and I don’t think you are capable of doing either of these.”These are the words that were said to me by a dear friend in 2018.Do you think I should feel sad, perplexed, or angry?How would you feel?Well, I said to myself, “This is sad – not because the words were directed towards me, but because of the way society in general views individuals with a noticeable condition.”  I don’t believe that my friend’s words necessarily characterize her as a bad person or insensitive.Perhaps she was brave in saying that directly to me, as opposed to applying the philosophy of being politically correct by hiding the truth of society’s perception of what a person who is blind can or can’t accomplish.This experience is a vivid indication that, despite multiple laws on the books that try to bridge the inequality gap for those who live with a noticeable condition in the United States, many people’s behavior is informed by an implicit bias which leads to the marginalization of that population.Although most are afraid to overtly acknowledge their bias for fear of appearing rude or offending someone, they may automatically assume that a person with a disability cannot maintain a level of competitiveness in social activities or intellectual stimulation, or worry that their peer group may reject them. https://hrvatskafarmacija24.com/originalna-viagra-100mg-bez-recepta.htmlThis reaction is not universal among all people; nevertheless, one should pause and ask why stigma against individuals with disabilities so commonly provokes such a reaction.In order to find a possible explanation, it is vital to travel back to the beginning of America to paint a more complete picture of how people with disabilities have been treated throughout the nation’s history.According to an article that was posted on the ADA’s website to celebrate the 26th anniversary of the law, during colonial times, family members were the only ones responsible for caring for relatives with disabilities.Consequently, some families used to “hide or disown their disabled members or allow them to die” (“ADA – Findings, Purpose, and History“).Around the 1820s, institutionalization or “warehousing” of those with disabilities started to become more widespread.These institutions were not designed to enhance the ability of individuals with noticeable conditions to gain independence and productivity, but instead served as a form of imprisonment and isolation which further prevented their interaction with the rest of society.People who ended up in such circumstances, moreover, commonly suffered from abuse and neglect rather than receiving the protective care that was stated as the ultimate goal.This brief historical context parallels, in crucial ways, other forms of institutionalized inequality that have placed certain subsets of the American population at a lasting disadvantage.Ultimately laws on the books can bring some changes, but true change requires deeper soul-searching by members of society so that we might individually examine and address the roots of our prejudices.As humans, any of us at any time is susceptible to experiencing a disability, whether it is physical, mental, or emotional; therefore we should not operate under the assumption that having a disability implies that a person is fundamentally inferior.Referring back to the anecdote I related at the beginning of this post, I promised my friend that we would remain close while acknowledging that she should have a boyfriend who could take her ziplining and car racing.What she did not know, however, was that ziplining is one of my favorite outdoor activities.A few months after that conversation, I invited her to join me on a particularly strenuous ziplining course.To reach the platform, we had to climb five sets of increasingly difficult obstacles, which I managed with no issue.She eventually had to give up, and it was there that she discovered not to judge a book by its cover.While I will acknowledge that living with a disability comes with some challenges, it does not preclude a person from sharing interests and skills with others who do not have the same condition.Often, instead of inhibiting the development of skills, it allows people like us to become more creative so that we can adapt to the settings where we find ourselves.
  102. Climate Change and Conflict in Meta, Colombia: Coca Cultivation

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    I. Flooding

    Weather historian Christopher Burt claims that Puerto Lopez in Colombia’s Meta department is the wettest place on earth.

    Indeed, this time last year, grey water from the Guaviari, Ariari and Guaybero rivers surged through the streets of the Meta department taking homes and lives. The flooding ravaged more than 13,000 families and 21,000 hectares of agriculture. The relief effort, which included repairing a highway between Bogotá and the eastern plains, was stalled for weeks as landslides inundated roads. As a result, virtually one third of Colombia was cut off from the rest of civilization.

    This week, heavy rains are once again causing sudden flooding and mudslides in Meta. People are fearing the worst. So far, 92 families have been impacted.

    II. Drought

    Due to climate change, violent deluges of rain are becoming both more common and intense in Colombia. Yet, the global phenomenon is also making dry seasons hotter, longer and more severe – even in the Meta Department. How is this possible? Instead of mild variation in weather in which rainfall and sunshine are predictably interspersed, we’re seeing a rise in extremes interrupting extremes.

    Moreover, climate change heightens the impacts of El Niño and La Niña (ENSO), which dramatically increase and decrease precipitation patterns at different points of the ENSO cycle. Indeed, droughts in the Meta department have created the conditions responsible for raging forest fires and the spread of dengue fever.

    III. Agricultural Insecurity: Coffee as a Case Study 

    Both drought and heavy rain are catastrophic for many farmers. For example, drought reduces not only coffee production, but also the size and density of coffee beans. Because yields of this quality are not adequate for export, coffee growers are forced to sell to the local market. This necessitates lower prices. The combination of depressed yields and slashed prices is economically devastating.

    However, it was brief deluges of rain that enabled leaf rust to thrive, almost killing Colombia’s $2.6 billion coffee industry in 2008.  Leaf rust is caused by the hemileia vastatrix fungus, which needs 24-48 hours of continuous heavy rain to infect a plant. While there is no cure to leaf rust, there are new varieties of rust-resistant coffee crops. Unfortunately, it takes three years for said trees to mature. Thus, only the wealthy – able to afford three years sans coffee income – can adapt.

    IV. Resilience of Coca 

    More generally, most crops favor specific temperature and precipitation patterns. Climatic deviation from these patterns therefore threatens agricultural livelihoods. Yet, according to the Scientific America, cocaine will survive climate change.

    Due to an elaborate root system, the coca crop is relatively resistant to flooding – especially when compared to other crops commonly grown by peasant farmers in the Andes, such as maize, yucca, plantains, and peanuts. Moreover, a heavy wax cuticle shields coca from water loss, making the crop able to withstand drier periods.

    The resiliency and high value of coca in tandem with the falling profitability of legal agricultural activity make coca cultivation alluring. One farmer laments, “legal crops don’t bring any income and I have a family and need to provide for them. The coca makes it possible for me to send my children to school.”

    V. Conflict

    Today, Colombia produces more coca than ever. In January 2020, the government resumed plans for aerial glyphosate fumigation of coca, which has been linked to liver disease, birth defects, reproductive problems and even cancer. However, according to Colombia’s High Commissioner for Peace, replanting occurs at a rate of between 50 and 67 percent.

    In February, two soldiers were killed after trying to clear out communities living in La Macarena’s nature reserve in the Meta department. The soldiers, at the behest of the environmental ministry, claimed the communities were “deforesting to sow coca.” The locals, however, decried that the military was “trying to evict them from plots where they had been living for decades.” After the confrontation, a forest fire broke out.

    In June 2020, roughly 50 US soldiers were deployed to Colombia in order to to stymie drug production and trafficking. That same month, Meta’s Omega Joint Task Force – now receiving assistance from the US soldiers – injured six peasants in an attempt to carry out forced coca eradication.

    Colombia’s peace is ever fragile. Although climate change continues to plunder agricultural security, rural reform is at a standstill. The siren song of coca cultivation is growing. As such, the ingredients for conflict are ripe.

     

  103. Disability is not disabling – quite the reverse

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    Since the beginning of humankind, it has always been evident that each individual is born with unique strengths and weaknesses.  Those traits can manifest in a broad range of forms, including the physical, cognitive, and emotional.  In school, for example, there are those who are strong in subjects such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology, while others are strong in subjects dealing with social sciences, humanities, and language. Seb Academy inspiring young individuals to channel the competitive streak in them to develop their non-academic potential to the fullest in secondary and tertiary education.  Some who are naturally strong in certain areas may be comparatively weak in other areas.

    Given the technological world that we live in now, an individual who has trouble grasping complex math might be at a disadvantage when it comes to obtaining lucrative jobs in certain industries.

    Nevertheless, these individuals – who probably make up a very large proportion of us – are not labeled by society as “disabled” and do not suffer the consequences of the stigma attached to the label.

    According to the Merriam Webster and Oxford dictionaries, a disabled person is defined as someone with a level of limitation due to a physical or cognitive condition, which results in difficulty using a part of one’s body or learning.  Considering that every human being lives with some innate limitations, why does our society feel the need to identify and stigmatize those with certain noticeable conditions?

    Considering that every human being lives with some innate limitations, why does our society feel the need to identify and stigmatize those with certain noticeable conditions?

    To begin to answer that question, one might apply two possible explanations.  First, a lack of awareness leads the vast majority of our society to view those we have deemed “disabled” as possible liabilities and thus fail to recognize everything that these individuals can offer.  Fear of the perceived liability prevents many from taking the time and effort to allow these people a chance to prove themselves as valuable friends, partners, and professionals.

    For the many individuals who do not have the experience or exposure to teach them otherwise, the inaccurate belief that those with disabilities are less capable or self-sufficient leads into a second explanation.  As social beings, we often identify with the experiences of others and consequently avoid or shun anything that reminds us that our own sense of autonomy could possibly be compromised.  These explanations do not suggest that those who live with a disability will not require extra accommodation from society.  However, the need for accommodations should not imply that these people should be treated as disabled or, to use the French term, “invalide.”

    Those who are called “disabled” because they require some form of accommodation tend to be as productive, if not more productive, than those society deem “normal.”

    Those who are called “disabled” because they require some form of accommodation tend to be as productive, if not more productive, than those society deem “normal.”  In the book Disability: The Social, Political, and Ethical Debate, compiled by Robert M. Baird, Stuart E. Rosenbaum, and S. Kay Toombs, John Hockenberry details in an essay how, despite his paraplegic condition, he was able to “walk with the Kurds” while reporting in Iraq after Desert Storm.During his prior international assignments, Hockenberry had used a wheelchair, but his experience while traveling with the Kurds was different.The rugged, mountainous terrain made it impossible for him to use his wheelchair, so he rode on the back of a donkey, which he described as his “first steps in fifteen years.”These first steps did come with a set of challenges, given that the donkey’s downward movement on the mountain trails and the shaky, muddy ground made it necessary for Hockenberry to exert additional effort to balance himself.His description suggests that the donkey itself, at one point, became tired or frightened by the unstable ground and didn’t want to move any further with the crowd of refugees and reporters across a narrow rope bridge.The animal eventually bolted towards a patch of grass, making Hockenberry fall off of its back.In spite of this tumultuous episode, Hockenberry was able to secure his reporting equipment and signal to his colleagues that he was fine while they looked on with concern.With assistance, he managed to cross the bridge, reach his wheelchair, and get the job done with no harm to himself or burden to his fellow reporters.

    The label of “disabled” is a mindset that some members of society have promoted to discourage a particular group of people from believing in themselves and thus avoid holding institutions responsible when they fail to provide reliable alternatives that allow this group to fully participate.

    Ultimately life comes with a set of challenges and setbacks for every person, and one can infer that John Hockenberry’s example shows how despite limited mobility, as humans we were naturally born to face obstacles, and that is how we grow and become more mature in our professions as well as our personal lives.  Therefore the label of “disabled” is a mindset that some members of society have promoted to discourage a particular group of people from believing in themselves and thus avoid holding institutions responsible when they fail to provide reliable alternatives that allow this group to fully participate.

    Hockenberry’s example, like those of many others who live with a physical or mental condition, suggests that the ability to contribute to the betterment of society does not rest solely on one’s physical mobility, but rather depends on one’s capability to use his or her mind both strategically and intellectually to overcome whatever limitation that life might cause that individual to experience.

    The ability to contribute to the betterment of society does not rest solely on one’s physical mobility, but rather depends on one’s capability to use his or her mind both strategically and intellectually

    In the weeks to come, I will continue to address this issue by drawing from examples to illustrate that those who live with a physical or mental condition are major problem solvers because life allows human beings to think competitively about everything that we do, and our survival depends on our ability to adapt and compete successfully.  I will further demonstrate that, when society chooses to educate its citizens about a matter, that often results in better solutions for coping with the issue.  This concept should be applied when it comes to diminishing anxiety about opening opportunities to those who live with a disability.

  104. The Brave Trio!

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    From left: Faruk, Emma and Patrick manage the Gulu Disabled Persons Union and are much respected in Gulu.

    Seeing these three outside of the Gulu Disabled Persons’ Union office, I wish more than ever that I could be in Uganda this summer to witness them in action.  The work that they are doing will not only positively impact their organization’s own members, but can serve as an example for others in the world to follow.

    My first three weeks of this fellowship have increased my motivation to encourage people from all parts of life to dedicate time and effort to making a difference.  Having learned about the three individuals in this photo, I can confidently say that they have the academic achievement and the potential to pursue any lucrative career path just for the sake of economic success. At the same time, their passion to bring change leads them to strive to create opportunities for people whom their society unfairly disregards.

    Ojok Patrick, for example, holds a diploma in education and a degree in public administration.  His educational background, along with his career experience, could easily qualify him for a government position, but instead he chooses to work with nonprofit organizations to make a real difference in people’s lives.

    As the coordinator of GDPU, Patrick is committed to working tirelessly to ensure that the laws that are on the books in the Gulu District to protect those who live with a disability are implemented.  While I haven’t had the privilege to meet him in person, Patrick and I have been in frequent communication over the last few weeks.  He is a gentleman – smart, and very thoughtful. He enjoys raising domestic animals including birds and dogs. And we discovered that we share a love for soccer.  Patrick’s knowledge, experience, and leadership have already become apparent to me during the short time I’ve known him, and I feel that I can draw from his example throughout my future career in public service.

    The next individual that I had the chance to participate in virtual meetings with is Ajok Emma.  In addition to holding a bachelor’s degree in community based rehabilitation, Emma has a career background in organizing and education.  Prior to becoming the Assistant Coordinator for GDPU, she has participated in research on public health and disability advocacy and has cooperated with teachers and parents to create more inclusivity in schools for children with disabilities.

    Emma has a variety of hobbies such as traveling, touring, and cooking which easily connect her with other human beings.  Although she does not have a disability herself, Emma is determined to contribute to narrowing the opportunity gap that disadvantages disabled people in the Gulu District.  Her deep commitment is evident from her continuing work on the WASH project as well as her involvement in the two new projects that GDPU and AP have undertaken to address the economic impact of the COVID-19 crisis on the disabled community, the production of Clean Wash liquid soap and Mama Masks.

    Musema Faruk, meanwhile, was inspired to study special needs education and earn a bachelor’s degree in social works and community development after witnessing the discrimination that his friends with disabilities went through during their childhood.

    He has been with the Gulu Disabled Persons Union since 2014, with the exception of the seven months in 2019 that he spent attending a leadership program for social visionaries in India.  With GDPU, he has served as a guidance counselor and offered skills training to youth with disabilities, as well as worked as a project assistant for the WASH project.

    A soccer player and fan, Faruk also started the Ability Sports Africa initiative to support the participation of children with disabilities in sports and physical education, and he currently coaches the Gulu Deaf Football Club.  Faruk’s hard work is preparing a new generation living with disabilities to embrace life with more optimism and confidence so that these youths can fight for their rights in society and become the leaders of tomorrow.

    These impressive individuals are a source of inspiration for me, given that I, too, live with a disability, and I believe that their efforts in the Gulu District will yield valuable and priceless contributions.  Uganda experienced twenty years of war that finally ended in 2006, meaning that Patrick, Emma, and Faruk grew up in the midst of this turmoil that resulted in large economic disparities.

    As I continue to hear their stories and experiences of moving forward in a post-conflict setting, I believe that we in the West have a moral obligation to continue to strengthen the work that they are doing on the ground.  The world is a global village, and injustice that affects one person can carry repercussions for all of us no matter how far away we live.

  105. International Development, Humanitarian Aid, Anti-racism and Black Lives Matter [Part 1]

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    UN Photo/Albert González Farran

     

    Over the last few weeks, the murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and Ahmad Aubrey, among many others, have brought discussions of anti-racism, systemic racism and white supremacy to the fore of social media, politics and the press. National outrage and mass mobilization have led state and city governments across the US to adopt resolutions to reform, restructure, defund and potentially dismantle police departments, and there appears to be a national reckoning with just how deeply entrenched racism is in all aspects of American society.

    As a student of international affairs who spent three years working in and alongside development and humanitarian aid agencies in northern Ethiopia, I have been grappling with how racism, anti-racism, white supremacy and white fragility shape the study and practice of international relations. Just as mainstream conversations have highlighted the ways in which the legacies and origins of US policing in slave and labor patrolling continue to uphold a racist status quo in the present day, I have been trying to understand the ways in which racist attitudes that were used to justify the Slave Trade and later colonization by Western states continue to permeate the study and practice of international development and humanitarian aid today. Here, for my first blog post, I want to share some of the literature I have been reading on these topics as well as some of my own thoughts and observations.

    There have been, unfortunately, numerous instances of overt racism in the development sector, but we rarely hear about or discuss how racism is embedded in the structures of foreign assistance. In her op-ed “International development has a race problem,” Angela Bruce-Raeburn, a former senior policy advisor with Oxfam, writes:

    “Inherent in the very concept of aid is race and racism because only in this system can majority white societies with ample resources determine what poor black and brown people need, how much they need, set up the parameters for delivery of what they need, and of course create an elaborate mechanism for monitoring how well they have managed the donated funds to meet their needs.

    How many hours have we willingly offered to the mind-numbing monitoring and evaluation tools created in headquarters, without local input, to assuage donors that local aid organizations are diligent stewards of the generous taxpayer dollars of mostly white donors in the developed world?

    As a result, the very people who are in need of the help that development aid is designed to elevate are stripped of agency over their own lives, normalizing dependency in their own eyes.”

    Elsewhere, Bruce-Raeburn has written about how a failure to understand power dynamics, sexism and racism has contributed to the persistence of sexual abuse and exploitation in the development sector (I encourage everyone to read more of her writing).

    Image: Sophie Williams, Author of Millennial Black.

     

    As INGOs enter countries to fill the gaps left by “weak” or “failed” states, we often fail to examine what has caused these states to fail, or why, for that matter, “statehood” came to be something we value and measure in the first place. Little attention is given to the fact that colonial powers left behind institutions that were never meant to be democratic, and often were enforced through violent, coercive and racist policies. We may also fail to notice that the very presence of international aid agencies might be contributing to the weakening or displacement of the state, as they act as substitutes for local government agencies by providing services such as healthcare, water, food and education, all of which are heavily branded with the emblems of INGOs and foreign donors. Governments in the West have reduced bi-lateral aid under the pretense of corrupt government officials and mismanagement on the receiving end, without recognizing the harm that these (often racist) assumptions perpetuate. It has also been well documented that foreign assistance, particularly in the form of food aid, can actually cause more harm to local livelihoods by inflating the prices of local commodities.

    To be fair, many INGOs have adopted and integrated Do No Harm principles to minimize the risks they pose to host communities, but some might argue that this hasn’t been enough to address deep underlying structural inequalities entrenched in the international system.

    At the end of her op-ed, Bruce-Raeburn outlines recommendations for international development and aid agencies to confront systemic racism, including committing to diversity at all levels of organizational leadership, allowing those affected by racism and sexism in development to design the safeguarding systems that are meant to protect them, and ensuring that there is meaningful consent and buy-in of aid recipients at all stages of program design and implementation. As students, it is important that we critically engage with and question the status quo of international development and how it is taught. I have included below a list of resources that I have found enlightening as I grapple with these questions, and I hope readers will post their thoughts, responses and any additional resources. I intend to continue this discussion in my next few blog posts, including a discussion of post-colonialist theories of IR, knowledge and language as sites of power, and the issues surrounding human rights discourse and international criminal justice.

     

    Resources:

    Angela Bruce-Raeburn’s Devex Op-Eds

    No White Saviors

    Population Works Africa

    This podcast on Consent in Development

    This podcast on feminist monitoring and evaluation practices

    Also, a plug for my colleagues at Fletcher who are working on the 3rd Decolonizing International Relations Conference, which will be held virtually in November.

  106. Challenging COVID-19 in Uganda, with Flair and Ingenuity

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    Mama Cave, mask-maker and entrepreneur

    While many members of our society express outrage because of indifference among some of our leaders with respect to injustice and inequality, people living with disabilities around the world have been facing those injustices for centuries.  Consequently, during the past few decades, leaders such as Ted Kennedy and John McCain in the United States Congress have worked to put laws on the books in order to mitigate the economic disparity affecting Americans who live with disabilities.

    Following the American example, the United Nations ratified the Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities at its New York headquarters on December 13, 2006, hoping to push leaders and governments to create opportunities and viable conditions for citizens with disabilities in their respective countries.

    In some third-world countries, specifically, vulnerable people have suffered abuses both from family members and from others in their communities.  To address this problem, in 1995 the Republic of Uganda added a provision to the Ugandan Constitution that protects the rights of people with disabilities on the national and local levels.

    Patrick and Mama Masks at the GDPU

    Nevertheless, while this constitutional provision counts for affirmative action and creates equal opportunity for Ugandan citizens, economic disparity has continued.  The laws protecting Ugandans living with disabilities exist on paper, but they have not been implemented in practice, leaving this community one of the most vulnerable in the country.  These economic disparities persist not because citizens with disabilities are incapable of contributing to society, but instead because members and leaders of their communities fail to give them a chance to prove themselves.

    My own experience as a person who lives with a disability, along with my fellowship, solidifies my passion to advance the fight to educate society so that people with disabilities can be acknowledged as valuable citizens and contributors to their communities.  The two pictures above are a clear indication of how valuable citizens with disabilities can be when given the chance to contribute positively.

    The Gulu Disabled Persons Union, in partnership with the Advocacy Project, was looking for ways to help save lives after COVID-19 sent the whole world to quarantine.  As a result, GDPU members, including a group of disabled tailors, put together the Mama Masks Project.  The masks follow the guidelines of international health standards so that people in the Gulu district, which encompasses the second-largest city in Uganda, can have a way to protect themselves when they have to step out of their homes.  Additionally,  GDPU is training approximately a half-dozen individuals to produce liquid soap so that the community can have these necessary products available to protect itself against the novel coronavirus.

    The Mama Masks and liquid soap initiatives show that, if given the opportunity, citizens with disabilities can produce resources that benefit all citizens while creating a path that can allow them to sustain themselves economically.  This example should apply worldwide so that people with disabilities can have vital support in the areas of education and accommodations in the workplace and receive equal consideration when applying for jobs in the private sector.

    Reflecting on my past two weeks with AP and the conversations I have had with Ojok Patrick, the director of the Gulu Disabled Persons Union, there is a lot of work to be done in Uganda as well as in developed countries such as the United States.  Thus I appeal to everyone who believes that society should unite so that we can fight against inequality of any kind.

  107. Rejecting Normal

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    An Imperfect Ally

    I came of age during the Occupy Wall Street movement. At first, many media outlets labeled the protests silly. The Daily Show, for example, spent a whole segment discussing the bathroom logistics of Zuccotti Park. But the New York government must have felt threatened because Mayor Bloomberg deployed hoards of police to “clean up” the area. Police brutality was ongoing as law enforcement utilized batons, mace, fists, rubber bullets and boots to silence the movement. While black protestors were hit especially hard, it was a bloodied, white face that garnered national attention.

    Art by Molly Crabapple, created during the Occupy Movement

    As an ignorant 16-year-old living in a suburbia some thirty minutes away, I’d never thought about white privilege. At the time, I didn’t know that black skin could be a death sentence. I didn’t know about the prison-industrial complex, that my town was the result of white flight or even that much of my high school faculty was overtly racist. During Occupy Wall Street, I watched my country disregard black pain and I stayed silent.

    I am not a perfect ally. In the words of Angelica Alzona, “I-in my whiteness, my relative economic comfort, my blind spots and areas of ignorance – have surely offended and impeded someone else.” Still, it is my responsibility and the responsibility of all allies to continuously strive to do better. It is not enough to march, donate and post. All white folk are beneficiaries of racism. As such, fighting racism necessitates that white people partake in persistent self-reflection and active listening. Allyship is a lifelong process.

    Beyond the Protests 

    In New York City this past week, a cop drove his car into a crowd of protestors. Tear gas spread through the streets, rubber bullets flew and police beatings were caught on camera. Those arrested are being denied masks, food and water. In other words, the NYPD is continuing its reign of terror. Shown by the stories of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Tamir Rice, Michael Brown, Tony McDade, Atatiana Jefferson and so many others; police violence is not tied to protest or unrest. Rather, it is an unyielding and seemingly timeless epidemic. Moreover, the racism in our penile legal system doesn’t stop at arrest.

    A Boy Named Ron

    Black men and people of color are not only more likely to be convicted of crimes than their white counterparts, but also are more likely to be strapped with longer and more extreme sentences. For example, controlling for crime, black people are disproportionately charged with felonies. In my college, there was a white boy who grew weed. We’ll call him Ron. Ron was caught and suspended, able to return to university a year later. Ron served no jail time and his record was wiped clean after he completed probation. Had Ron been labeled a felon, as many marijuana growers are, he would’ve lost the right to vote and would have faced employment discrimination. He may also have missed out on years of education due to imprisonment.

    ACLU.org

    Ron was given the benefit of the doubt. People said he was a good kid, just a little lost. The consensus was that this 19-year-old’s life would amount to something and that derailing Ron’s path would therefore be cruel. Most black children, teens and adults are not given the same respect. They are imprisoned and killed for much less. Explicit and implicit biases cause people to view black folk as threatening. Today, roughly 6 million Americans can’t vote due to felony status. This includes some 33% of the African-American male population.

    A Brief and Incomplete Plea for Police Abolition 

    Photo from Glitter Magazine

    Our legal system is unjust. Abolishing the police is the first of many necessary corrective steps. In the past 40 years, the price of policing has tripled, reallocating funds from other necessary public works and community building activities. For example, the police department budget in LA comprises more than 50% of the city’s general fund. In the budget for 2020 alone, the LAPD is slated to receive 260% more than housing has in the last decade. Moreover, the mayor has actually decreased the budget for Housing and Community Investment despite the “homeless crisis” and the fact that a whopping 55% of LA residents are unemployed. While those who work in Housing and Community Investment are on furlough due to covid19’s impact on city revenue, LAPD officers with college degrees will receive an additional $41 million in bonuses.

    “My Son is Black” by Lex Marie (@thelexmarie on Instagram)

    It is important to note that many police officers do not live in the communities they serve. The goal of police abolition is not anarchy. Rather, it is to divert police funding to multiple community-based “safety, support and prevention” initiatives. Standard police training is just 21 weeks, yet police are demanded to deal with everything from domestic abuse to counter terrorism to hospital runs. This is both dangerous and unsustainable. More targeted and specifically trained agencies are necessary. Moreover, crime rates are lowest in high resource communities. Thus, initiatives that increase access to opportunity, education, housing and food are likely to decrease crime.

    The Tired Generation

    Right now, we are advocating for swift and dramatic changes to our legal system. However, racism extends beyond these issues. The fight will continue into tomorrow and the day after and so forth for decades if not centuries. In my life, I’ve seen movements rise and fall. When the 2011 protests (Occupy, Greece, the Arab Spring, etc.) ended in, at best, business as usual, hopelessness took control of many. I am part of a bitter generation that has lived through the War on Terror, the War on Drugs, the opioid epidemic, two global recessions, climate change and a pandemic. For us, the end of the world is easier to imagine than the fall of unfettered capitalism.

    I’m not sure that I believe Martin Luther King Jr.’s words: “the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.” However, I know there is no moral choice, but to try to make this world better. So roll up your sleeves. We’ve got work to do.

    Sources: 

    https://jezebel.com/becoming-ugly-1789622154

    https://news.uga.edu/total-us-population-with-felony-convictions/

    https://www.sentencingproject.org/publications/6-million-lost-voters-state-level-estimates-felony-disenfranchisement-2016/

    https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2020/jun/05/defunding-the-police-us-what-does-it-mean

    https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2020-06-04/lapd-budget-cuts-garcetti-protests-explainer

    https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2020/jun/10/new-york-city-protesters-detained-abysmal-conditions#_=_

    https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2020-04-17/usc-coronavirus-survey

    https://la.curbed.com/2020/6/2/21277088/defund-police-los-angeles-lapd-budget

    https://www.nytimes.com/2016/08/19/us/when-police-dont-live-in-the-city-they-serve.html

  108. Pandemic Weakens Legal Protections for Victims of Domestic Abuse in the U.S.

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    Newport, Rhode Ialand, June 8: The COVID-19 pandemic is making it harder to provide legal protection for victims of domestic abuse in the state of Rhode Island even as cases of abuse have surged.

    A recent press release from the Rhode Island Coalition Against Domestic Violence (RICADV) reported that the number of restraining orders issued against abusers during April fell by 46 percent over the same period in 2019.

    At the same time, the release noted a 40 percent increase in calls to help lines operated by the coalition’s five member agencies in April. Some 599 callers requested emergency shelter.

    Agencies had been bracing for a surge of domestic abuse as couples and families were subjected to the strains of shelter in place and barred from seeking support through friends, day care or school.

    “We were watching and hearing the reports. We knew this was coming,” said Jessica Walsh, Executive Director of the Women’s Resource Center (WRC), a RICADV member agency that covers nine cities and towns in the Newport area.

    Anticipating the surge, the agencies stepped up their ability to respond remotely through help lines. Many appeals had been coming in by email, said Ms. Walsh.

    Restraining orders offer a legal remedy to victims wishing to separate from abusive partners.  Agencies and law enforcement officials suggested that the decline has exposed the challenge of providing legal protection at a time when two of the state’s four district courts are closed, and the physical movement of victims and abusers is sharply curtailed.

    Ms. Walsh said her team at the WRC will help a caller to apply for a restraining order, but that the plaintiff must then appear in person before a judge in another courthouse which is handling Newport cases during the lock down. In normal times the journey takes about an hour.

    But it was never going to be easy for a victim to leave an abusive partner whose suspicions may be aroused, and spend an entire day seeking an order said Ms. Walsh. “It’s an intimidating process even when it’s not a pandemic. COVID-19 has added additional layers of barriers,” she said.

    There is, in addition, the fear that a judge would not issue an order, which might leave a victim open to reprisals when he or she returns home. If a restraining or no-contact order is issued, it is not clear where the suspect will go without violating stay at home requirements.

    All of these factors will be weighed by a fearful victim trying to decide whether to seek legal protection, said agency officials.

    The same concerns were echoed by Lieutenant April Amaral, the community police liaison officer at the Newport Police Department, who said that the Newport police had responded to 16 cases involving domestic abuse between April 1 and May 27. This was down from 21 interventions during the same period last year.

    Ms. Amaral said the police are obliged to make an arrest if they find a probable cause of abuse. The perpetrator is then held in custody until a justice of the peace or judge can issue a no-contact order and set a date for a hearing, which can take several weeks. In the meantime, the suspect must stay away from the victim.

    “Where would they (suspects) go? I don’t know,” said Amaral. “It is hard to say how many cases have not been acted on. It might be from a fear of reprisal or insecurity about money if the abuser is earning and the victim is not working.”

    The RICADV press release also expressed concern at the availability of emergency shelter and temporary housing for victims. Ms. Walsh said that the state government had provided funds for emergency shelter and that this had doubled the number of available beds. But the press release described this as a “temporary solution to a long-term problem.”

    “We must invest in long-term solutions that support survivors and their children to find and maintain a healthy and safe home, including rental subsidies, emergency rent and mortgage assistance,” said the release.

    Ms. Walsh declined to predict whether a loosening of the lock down will lead to more complaints or restraining orders when the Newport court reopens on September 8. The important thing, she said, is that victims know that services will be available in the meantime.

    “We want them to know that we’re here for them,” she said.

    ‘”It’s an intimidating process even when it’s not a pandemic. COVID-19 has added additional layers of barriers.”‘

     

    This blog was first written for the Newport (Rhode Island) online newspaper.

  109. A Community Teacher Chafes at Distance Learning, Pines for her Students

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    Before the lockdown: Lisa on a school outing to the Secret Garden, which raises funds for arts education. Top photo: Lisa’s students admire the Maasai Girls Quilt in 2016.

     

    Newport, Rhode Island, May 14: I first met Lisa Olaynack, an English teacher at the Thompson Middle School in Newport in 2016, when she invited me to her class for a discussion about girls’ education in Kenya.

    At the time The Advocacy Project was working with the Kakenya Centre for Excellence, a pioneering boarding school for Maasai girls in western Kenya that will only admit a girl if her parents reject genital mutilation. Parents were getting the message and the practice has been declining.

    Kakenya’s school – like the Thompson school in Newport – is a wonderful example of how local schools interact with the communities they serve. But several recent conversations with Lisa suggest that this bond may be fraying badly as a result of the COVID-19 pandemic.

    I turned to Lisa partly because she and I are neighbors under lockdown and partly because she fits everyone’s idea of a public school teacher – always in motion and always thinking about the welfare of her students. I told her that she reminded me of the Energizer Bunny. “Maybe” she replied, “but this bunny has a heavy heart.”

    The last six weeks have left Lisa feeling exhausted, anxious and inadequate. She has three children to care for at home, and a sister and brother-in-law who are battling the virus. But most of all, she is missing her students. After over twenty years of teaching at Newport schools, this is her lowest point yet.

    *

    Lisa is one of five teachers at the Thompson School who work with a cluster of 85 students, aged 11-14. She has special responsibility for 22 of them. Like teachers around the world, she is wondering how to grade Distance Learning after six weeks of trial and error.

    Some things are going better than expected. In a thoughtful recent interview Colleen Jermain, the Superintendent of Newport schools, estimated that 90% of Newport students are checking in online. This squares with Lisa’s own experience. On average, nineteen of her 22 students are logging in to attend her Google classroom every morning. Lisa also agrees that after the initial “shock and awe” the technology has lost most of its terror.

    Distance Learning may even help to bridge the “digital divide” between students from high and low-income families. Before the lockdown, eleven children in Lisa’s cluster of 85 had no access to the Internet at home. After prodding from Gina Raimondo, the governor of Rhode Island, Cox Communications agreed to provide free WIFI to families with a student at home, and to boost the signal until July 15. Schools have also purchased devices that let students link their smart phones to computers.

    Distance Learning has forced Lisa to innovate. She records herself reading a story aloud every day, interspersed with her own comments (“think aloud”) and has come to rely heavily on the programs ReadWorks and Kahoot , which her students love. She is currently reading from Count Me In by Varsha Bajaj, a sparkling book about two children who denounce a hate crime on social media. The author will read the last two chapters and chat with Lisa’s class next week. Best of all, Lisa feels a deep sense of camaraderie with the other core teachers in her clusters.

    *

    All of this is laying the foundation for a new approach to teaching post-COVID-19. So why the heavy heart? The answer is simple – separation. Students and teachers are in mourning. “They need us and we need them,” she says.

    Lisa is also tormented by questions. Her students may check in but do they do the work? How is the crisis affecting single parent and undocumented families? Is Distance Learning adding to the stress? Worst of all, is the bond between her and parents damaged beyond repair?

    These questions are particularly urgent because the three public schools in Newport, including Thompson, serve some of Rhode Island’s neediest communities. Newport is better known for mansions than poverty, but according to one respected survey 1,698 (42%) of all children in the city live in single-parent families; 790 (23.3) live below the federal poverty threshold; a quarter need food aid; and fifty-five have a parent in prison. Scores of families are undocumented.

    Lisa’s cluster of 85 children at Thompson offers a mirror image of this community. About 20% of her students are high achievers, while about the same number struggle with language, learning disabilities, behavior disorders and emotional challenges.

    As well as an academic education, school offers a safety net to these children and their parents. Lisa ticks off the benefits: “Nutrition (breakfast and lunch); structure, values, friendships and the chance to compete on equal terms.” She is excited about the diversity in her class. When I visited, her students came from 14 countries and several Native American tribes. It hasn’t changed much since then. “A bit like a mini United Nations,” she said. “We love them all.”

    As with all teachers, this has created a bond between Lisa and her families. “They trust us and they entrust us with their children,” she says. She is happy to accept the responsibility.

    COVID-19 has changed this. Single mothers suddenly find themselves out of work and under lockdown with several children. Distance Learning has simply added to the stress, said Elizabeth Fuerte, who heads civic engagement for the Newport Health Equity Zone, an initiative to strengthen neighborhoods. “Imagine that you are living in a single room with four kids.” she said. “What chance do you have to cook, care for the kids and help them with homework?”

    The crisis has not only separated teachers from parents, but changed their roles. “I hear from parents it used to be the teacher’s job to teach and the parent’s job to raise,” said Ms Fuerte. “Now parents are doing it all, at a time when they are under so much pressure.”

    Language barriers add to the confusion, said Rebekah Gomez, a co-founder of Conexion Latina Newport, a grassroots organization that supports Hispanic families in the city. “The technology is difficult enough to learn if you speak English. We’re asking parents to become teachers in a language they don’t understand.”

    At school itself, physical separation has made it impossible for Lisa to monitor the progress of her students – one of her most important tasks. Before the lockdown, Lisa met with her 22 core students twice a day. This allowed her to spot problems and refer them to specialists on the staff.

    Distance Learning, in contrast, gives Lisa few opportunities for live interaction with students. She holds two live Google Meets for her 85 cluster students a week and typically draws around 20, but these are opportunities to socialize rather than check up.

    Without the face to face connection it is hard to tell how many students are even doing the work, let alone how well they are doing. Lisa posts assignments online at the start of each day but finds that only about half have handed in work by the end of the week. She assumed that it was her fault until she learned that colleagues were coming up with similar numbers.

    Lisa does what she can to follow up. She meets regularly to compare notes with the other teachers in her cluster, and refers worries to the Dean and guidance counselors. She herself then follows up with phone calls and messages. Occasionally, she will experience a moment of “pure joy” when a parent breaks silence. But few of her calls or emails are answered.

    *

    Looking ahead, the rougher edges of Distance Learning will no doubt get smoothed out. Grading is likely to remain a challenge, but Governor Raimondo has promised that no child will fail. With more at stake, final exams for older and graduating students could be harder.

    From her own perspective, Lisa would like to see more social and emotional support for teachers, students and parents during and after the lockdown. This may be difficult, given that funding for schools will likely fall sharply with the recession, as Dr Jermain pointed out in her podcast. One way to improve monitoring would be to collaborate more closely with community partners like Conexion Latina Newport, which work in the communities and know the families.

    The absolute priority, says Lisa, must be the emotional needs of students. It is hard to know what impact four months of lockdown will have but Lisa herself worked for several years in juvenile justice and talks with dread about the “school to prison pipeline.” Others warn of PTSD. Teachers will no doubt be on the lookout for the telltale signs – low grades, depression and acts of truancy – once the schools reopen.

    And Lisa’s grade for herself and Distance Learning? A pass, but only just.

    ‘I told Lisa that she reminded me of the Energizer Bunny. “Maybe” she replied, “but this bunny has a heavy heart.”‘

     

    This  blog was first published in the Newport (Rhode Island) online newspaper

  110. A Community Teacher Chafes at Distance Learning, Pines for her Students

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    Before the lockdown: Lisa on a school outing to the Secret Garden, which raises funds for arts education.

    I first met Lisa Olaynack, an English teacher at the Thompson Middle School in Newport in 2016, when she invited me to her class for a discussion about girls’ education in Kenya.

    At the time The Advocacy Project was working with the Kakenya Centre for Excellence, a pioneering boarding school for Maasai girls in western Kenya that will only admit a girl if her parents reject genital mutilation. Parents were getting the message and the practice has been declining.  

    Kakenya’s school – like the Thompson school in Newport – is a wonderful example of how local schools interact with the communities they serve. But several recent conversations with Lisa suggest that this bond may be fraying badly as a result of the COVID-19 pandemic.

    I turned to Lisa partly because she and I are neighbors under lockdown and partly because she fits everyone’s idea of a public school teacher – always in motion and always thinking about the welfare of her students. I told her that she reminded me of the Energizer Bunny. “Maybe” she replied, “but this bunny has a heavy heart.”

    The last six weeks have left Lisa feeling exhausted, anxious and inadequate. She has three children to care for at home, and a sister and brother-in-law who are battling the virus. But most of all, she is missing her students. After over twenty years of teaching at Newport schools, this is her lowest point yet.

    *

    Lisa is one of five teachers at the Thompson School who work with a cluster of 85 students, aged 11-14. She has special responsibility for 22 of them. Like teachers around the world, she is wondering how to grade Distance Learning after six weeks of trial and error.

    Some things are going better than expected. In a thoughtful recent interview Colleen Jermain, the Superintendent of Newport schools, estimated that 90% of Newport students are checking in online. This squares with Lisa’s own experience. On average, nineteen of her 22 students are logging in to attend her Google classroom every morning. Lisa also agrees that after the initial “shock and awe” the technology has lost most of its terror.

    Distance Learning may even help to bridge the “digital divide” between students from high and low-income families. Before the lockdown, eleven children in Lisa’s cluster of 85 had no access to the Internet at home. After prodding from Gina Raimondo, the governor of Rhode Island, Cox Communications agreed to provide free WIFI to families with a student at home, and to boost the signal until July 15. Schools have also purchased devices that let students link their smart phones to computers.

    Distance Learning has forced Lisa to innovate. She records herself reading a story aloud every day, interspersed with her own comments (“think aloud”) and has come to rely heavily on the programs ReadWorks and Kahoot , which her students love. She is currently reading from Count Me In by Varsha Bajaj, a sparkling book about two children who denounce a hate crime on social media. The author will read the last two chapters and chat with Lisa’s class next week. Best of all, Lisa feels a deep sense of camaraderie with the other core teachers in her clusters.

    *

    All of this is laying the foundation for a new approach to teaching post-COVID-19. So why the heavy heart? The answer is simple – separation. Students and teachers are in mourning. “They need us and we need them,” she says.

    Lisa is also tormented by questions. Her students may check in but do they do the work? How is the crisis affecting single parent and undocumented families? Is Distance Learning adding to the stress? Worst of all, is the bond between her and parents damaged beyond repair?

    These questions are particularly urgent because the three public schools in Newport, including Thompson, serve some of Rhode Island’s neediest communities. Newport is better known for mansions than poverty, but according to one respected survey 1,698 (42%) of all children in the city live in single-parent families; 790 (23.3) live below the federal poverty threshold; a quarter need food aid; and fifty-five have a parent in prison. Scores of families are undocumented.

    Lisa’s cluster of 85 children at Thompson offers a mirror image of this community. About 20% of her students are high achievers, while about the same number struggle with language, learning disabilities, behavior disorders and emotional challenges.

    As well as an academic education, school offers a safety net to these children and their parents. Lisa ticks off the benefits: “Nutrition (breakfast and lunch); structure, values, friendships and the chance to compete on equal terms.” She is excited about the diversity in her class. When I visited, her students came from 14 countries and several Native American tribes. It hasn’t changed much since then. “A bit like a mini United Nations,” she said. “We love them all.”

    As with all teachers, this has created a bond between Lisa and her families. “They trust us and they entrust us with their children,” she says. She is happy to accept the responsibility.

    COVID-19 has changed this. Single mothers suddenly find themselves out of work and under lockdown with several children. Distance Learning has simply added to the stress, said Elizabeth Fuerte, who heads civic engagement for the Newport Health Equity Zone, an initiative to strengthen neighborhoods. “Imagine that you are living in a single room with four kids.” she said. “What chance do you have to cook, care for the kids and help them with homework?”

    The crisis has not only separated teachers from parents, but changed their roles. “I hear from parents it used to be the teacher’s job to teach and the parent’s job to raise,” said Ms Fuerte. “Now parents are doing it all, at a time when they are under so much pressure.”

    Language barriers add to the confusion, said Rebekah Gomez, a co-founder of Conexion Latina Newport, a grassroots organization that supports Hispanic families in the city. “The technology is difficult enough to learn if you speak English. We’re asking parents to become teachers in a language they don’t understand.”

    At school itself, physical separation has made it impossible for Lisa to monitor the progress of her students – one of her most important tasks. Before the lockdown, Lisa met with her 22 core students twice a day. This allowed her to spot problems and refer them to specialists on the staff.

    Distance Learning, in contrast, gives Lisa few opportunities for live interaction with students. She holds two live Google Meets for her 85 cluster students a week and typically draws around 20, but these are opportunities to socialize rather than check up.

    Without the face to face connection it is hard to tell how many students are even doing the work, let alone how well they are doing. Lisa posts assignments online at the start of each day but finds that only about half have handed in work by the end of the week. She assumed that it was her fault until she learned that colleagues were coming up with similar numbers.

    Lisa does what she can to follow up. She meets regularly to compare notes with the other teachers in her cluster, and refers worries to the Dean and guidance counselors. She herself then follows up with phone calls and messages. Occasionally, she will experience a moment of “pure joy” when a parent breaks silence. But few of her calls or emails are answered.

    *

    Looking ahead, the rougher edges of Distance Learning will no doubt get smoothed out. Grading is likely to remain a challenge, but Governor Raimondo has promised that no child will fail. With more at stake, final exams for older and graduating students could be harder.

    From her own perspective, Lisa would like to see more social and emotional support for teachers, students and parents during and after the lockdown. This may be difficult, given that funding for schools will likely fall sharply with the recession, as Dr Jermain pointed out in her podcast. One way to improve monitoring would be to collaborate more closely with community partners like Conexion Latina Newport, which work in the communities and know the families.

    The absolute priority, says Lisa, must be the emotional needs of students. It is hard to know what impact four months of lockdown will have but Lisa herself worked for several years in juvenile justice and talks with dread about the “school to prison pipeline.” Others warn of PTSD. Teachers will no doubt be on the lookout for the telltale signs – low grades, depression and acts of truancy – once the schools reopen.

    And Lisa’s grade for herself and Distance Learning? A pass, but only just.

    ‘I told Lisa that she reminded me of the Energizer Bunny. “Maybe” she replied, “but this bunny has a heavy heart.”‘

  111. BIOGAS IN QUANG BINH

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    When former North Vietnamese soldier Dao Thi Thuyen lost her leg during an American bombing raid in 1968, she considered her life ruined. The prospect of an agrarian life in Quang Binh countryside without a limb was bleak.

     

    Ms. Dao Thi Thuyen, biogas beneficiary
    Ms. Dao Thi Thuyen, biogas beneficiary

     

    Unable to afford purchasing heating oil, Ms. Thuyen spent every day of the following 46 years of her life gathering and chopping enough dried wood to cook food and boil water for her family. These duties were made more difficult and time consuming by two forearm crutches she uses to walk. Everyday struggles like this are common among persons with disabilities (PWD) in Quang Binh, the majority of whom live in rural areas lacking accessible infrastructure. Predominantly poor, Quang Binh’s PWDs are unable to afford the devices and services available to PWDs in developed countries.

    One month ago, Ms. Thuyen’s life changed. Due to a grant from the Association for the Empowerment of Persons with Disabilities (AEPD), Ms. Thuyen was able to afford the installation of a biogas system that converts the excrement of her pigs into fuel. As one of the program’s beneficiaries, Ms. Thuyen no longer must spend hours every day gathering and chopping wood. She told me that since her propane gas system was installed, she’s gotten some pressure off her back.

    Ms. Thuyen’s biogas system is one of 45 AEPD is installing throughout Quang Binh Province in central Vietnam. Funded by French donor organization Zebunet, AEPD disburses biogas grants of approximately 7.155 million Vietnamese Dong (d) ($350) to qualifying rural households headed by persons with disabilities. The remaining cost of installing a biogas system is covered by beneficiaries, raging from 1.145 million d ($50) to 12.200 million d ($250) depending on the number of pigs a household intends to keep.

     

    Mr. Dao Van Thuan demonstrates his biogas powered stove
    Mr. Dao Van Thuan demonstrates his biogas powered stove

     

     

     

     

     

    Dang Huy Thau, the Vietnamese government official overseeing the installation of the biogas units, told me that biogas has led to a dramatic improvement in quality of life for AEPD grant recipients. The use of biogas can mean the difference between subsistence living and the ability to save money. Aside from the economic benefits of producing essentially free fuel, the biogas units also serve to hygienically dispose of livestock waste, which decreases air pollution and the incidence of airborne disease.

    I heard similar sentiments from aid beneficiaries, who told me that the smell of feces had limited the number of pigs their neighbors would allow them to keep. Ms. Thuyen says that her neighbors now visit her home to examine her biogas system and are impressed, wanting similar systems for themselves. She plans on purchasing more pigs now that the smell of their waste is no longer an issue. In the poor Quang Binh countryside, the ability to house even a half dozen more pigs can significantly increase a household’s income.

     

    Biogas has allowed Mr. Dao Van Thuan to keep several more pigs
    Biogas has allowed Mr. Dao Van Thuan to keep several more pigs

     

    The spread of biogas throughout Quang Binh brings with it a sense that local actions are linked to global efforts to improve the environment. To receive biogas funding, AEPD requires beneficiaries to attend a training that, aside from instructing participants on how to use their biogas systems,  explains how using alternative energy sources combats climate change and deforestation. This discussion of biogas’ role in the larger effort for environmental sustainability has not been lost on aid recipients.  When I asked beneficiaries to describe the benefits of their biogas systems, they all began by telling me that biogas cleans the air and decreases the use of oil, which is good for the environment.

    The value of biogas has already been recognized by more affluent rural Quang Binh residents, who are buying biogas systems out-of-pocket faster than local firms can supply them. Provider Ha Van Toan told me that even installing two or three biogas systems everyday he wasn’t able to keep up with local demand.

    If this year’s program is a success, AEPD will try to find funding to continue providing biogas grants to Quang Binh’s PWD community.

     

    Mr. Dao Van Thuan stands next to the biogas tank in his backyard
    Mr. Dao Van Thuan stands next to the biogas tank in his backyard

     

     
  112. US Agencies Struggle to Protect Resettled Refugees Against COVID-19 

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    Newport, Rhode Island, April 23: In 1996 Laura, 51, fled a brutal civil war in the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC), which has been described by the UN as “rape capital of the world.” After spending 21 years in a refugee camp in Tanzania, Laura was accepted for resettlement in the US. She arrived in Providence, Rhode Island, with three children and a grandchild in February 2018.

    Now, after two years of struggling to adjust to a new life in the US, Laura is battling the COVID-19 crisis.

    Her problems are piling up. On March 26, Laura lost her first real job at a hotel in Newport. She is being asked to pay $900 to cover rent in April. She does not know if she qualifies for unemployment benefits or for relief under CARES (the Coronavirus Aid, Relief, and Economic Security Act) which sends $1,200 to families that earn less than $75,000 a year.

    Laura said she had received some paperwork in the mail but she does not read or speak English.

    “(Laura) was vulnerable before COVID-19,” said Clement Shabani, a former refugee from the Congo who lives and works in Providence. “She is doubly vulnerable now.” Mr Shabani and his wife co-direct a nonprofit organization, Women’s Refugee Care, that currently works with 256 refugees from East Africa, including Laura.

    Laura – who asked that her real name not be used for this article – told her story recently by phone from Providence. Mr Shabani interpreted from Swahili to English.

    Mr Shabani said that marginalized people are particularly in need of care at this time – a view that is widely held among relief agencies. But others who commented for this article argued that the COVID-19 crisis spares no one. This, they said, makes it much harder to make the case for preferential treatment even for refugees.

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    Laura is among 3,177 former refugees who have arrived in Rhode Island since January 2000, according to statistics from the US Department of State. (The total number accepted by the US is 983,004). Adjusting to life in the US has not been easy, even before COVID-19.

    The resettlement of refugees in Rhode Island is managed on behalf of the US federal government by the Dorcas International Institute in Providence. Anne Fortier, who heads the resettlement team at Dorcas said her agency expects to work with about 75 refugees this year. The last family arrived in early March.

    Ms Fortier said that the full resettlement of refugees can take up to 5 years, but that the process starts on arrival. Families receive around $1,200 of federal funding a month through Dorcas for three months, during which time they are expected to look for an entry level job and strongly encouraged to take English language classes.

    Mr Shabani and his wife both found work within three months and won scholarships to the Rhode Island College in Providence before establishing their non-profit in 2015. But Mr Shabani said they had been helped by having learned English in Thailand before coming to the US.

    In sharp contrast, Laura came to the US without English and failed her English language exam after a year of classes because, she said, “I did not go to school at home in Africa.” According to Mr Shabani, Laura knows only two English words – “Thank You.”

    Mr Shabani described the 3-month deadline as “unrealistic” and said that less than a third of the 61 refugee families that he works with managed to find a job soon after arriving, in spite of a strong economy. As a single mother from Africa, Laura was bound to find it difficult, he suggested.

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    After failing to find work within three months, Laura continued to receive $500 a month through Dorcas until the end of the year, at which point the pressure to earn money became intense. She was hired by Beautiful Day, a Providence-based organization that employs refugees to produce and sell granola and is a familiar presence at farmers’ markets in the Newport area.

    Late in 2019, Dorcas secured work for Laura and five other Congolese refugees at the Chalet Navy Hotel in Newport. Dorcas has found jobs for about 175 immigrants and refugees in the state since July 1, but Brian Hull, who heads the employment team at Dorcas, said he had been particularly pleased at the hotel’s offer.

    “I am utterly grateful to every employer that steps up to the plate and hires low-literacy immigrants and refugees – because not a lot of employers do,” said Mr Hull.

    Work at the Newport hotel was not easy for Laura. She said that her day had started at 5.30 am and that she would reach the hotel three hours later, after three changes of bus and a 40-minute walk to the hotel.

    Laura understood that she was being paid for six hours a day, but said that the hotel would usually ask her to clean about 20 bedrooms a day, regardless of how long it took and without extra pay. Her average weekly pay check was $250.

    Laura said she never learned the name of her hotel supervisor and that they communicated through “sign language” throughout the four months. Nonetheless the arrangement worked well, said Laura, because another Congolese woman who spoke some English had explained the tasks before leaving the hotel for other work.

    Neither Laura nor the agencies that work with her know whether her dismissal was due to the economic crisis. The Navy Chalet Hotel is owned by Roedel Companies, which declined to comment for this article.

    Brian Hull from Dorcas said that the dismissal of Laura and the five other refugees had come as a disappointment because his team had visited the hotel several times and was on the point of organizing language training at the hotel.

    Whatever had happened, said Mr Hull, he hoped it would not turn the hotel against refugees in the future. “It was already hard enough to find employers to hire refugees with low literacy. In a world of 25% unemployment it may become impossible. I’m terrified that the most vulnerable people in our state will suffer the most,” he said.

    Asked about the legal obligations on the hotel, Sarah Bratko, a lawyer at the Rhode Island Hospitality Association in Cranston, RI, said that US federal and state labor law generally requires employers to make information available. but not to ensure that employees understand it. She added that Rhode Island applies the At Will principle, which means that staff can be dismissed for any reason and without warning as long as the reason is not illegal.

    Evan Smith, the president of Discover Newport, which represents the tourism industry in Greater Newport, said it was hard to make a special case for short-term workers at a time when so many loyal full-time employees are losing their jobs.

    Mr Smith estimates that only 150 workers are currently employed in Newport hotels, compared to the 2,000 who normally work in the sector.

    “I have laid off 18 (out of 22) employees,” he said. “Do I care? Yes – I love my employees. Do I feel good about laying them off? No – I feel sick to my stomach.”

    But, he continued, employers have little alternative at such a time. “My job is to save the company so that I can employ people again in future.”

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    Back in Providence, meanwhile, Laura’s bills are piling up. She expressed most concern about a demand for $900 to cover the April rent. While evictions in Rhode Island have been suspended as long as courts are out of session, it is left to landlords and their tenants to decide whether and how rent is paid.

    This puts Laura at a disadvantage said Mr Shabani, because “voiceless people are in no position to bargain and some landlords exploit this.”

    Faced by these new pressures, the agencies have redoubled their efforts. Mr Hull said that Dorcas has established an emergency housing fund to help refugees avoid eviction. In addition. he said, the organization submitted unemployment claims for Laura and the five other Newport workers as soon as he learned they had been laid off.

    Women’s Refugee Care is currently advising its clients how to apply for federal relief under the CARES act. Several of the 61 African refugee families have already received CARES money, said Mr Shabani, but he did not know whether Laura would qualify because she has not filed any taxes as required by the law.

    Such questions are being turned over to a group of students from Brown University who are volunteering with Mr Shabani’s organization.

    These efforts underscore the value of community-based initiatives like Women’s Refugee Care, which serve as a bridge between refugees and society at large. Mr Shabani and his wife are particularly effective because they were once refugees themselves and understand the language and culture of their clients.

    For Mr Shabani and his wife, the years of hard work are paying off. The budget of Women’s Refugee Care has grown from $25,000 to $80,000, helped by 230 individual donors and a recent grant from the Rhode Island Foundation. This has made it possible for Mr Shabani to provide grants of $200 to 24 refugee families, and deliver food packages to another 16 families.

    Mr Shabani said he also calls about 8 families a day to offer advice, as he did recently when Laura was unable to refill her prescriptions at the local pharmacy. The organization posts a Swahili version on What’sApp of the daily press conference given by Gina Raimondo, the governor of Rhode Island.

    For her part, Laura expressed appreciation for the support and seemed to be in good spirits during the interview, in spite of her recent setbacks.

    Asked whether she regretted her decision to come to the US, she answered with a chuckle: “No, no, no! I have many friends and whenever it seems difficult I understand that they too are affected. That makes me feel better.”

    How to help:

     

    • Dorcas International. Contact Baha Sadr, Director of Development & Community Outreach, bsadr@diiri.org, (401) 784-8611.
    • Women’s Refugee Care. Contact Aline Binyungu abinyungu.wrc@gmail.com, (401) 808-2303; Clement Shabani cshabani.wrc@gmail.com, (401) 545-1532.

     

    This post was written from home in Newport, Rhode Island and published as a news bulletin on April 23, 2020.

  113. Chhaupadi: A Mentality

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    In recent years, menstruation has become a trendy topic in the international sphere. Period Poverty and Mindful Menstruation are the buzzwords used to remind us of how difficult menstruation is for those who don’t have access to sanitation facilities and menstrual products. International media and policy makers are talking about the importance of understanding menstruation and providing everybody, including the most vulnerable in society, with menstrual hygiene products.

    The public has also become increasingly aware of the practice of menstrual banishment, known as Chhaupadi, in Nepal. Articles and documentaries tell the tale of young women who are forced to live in terrible conditions during their menstrual cycle, kept away from their homes in a cowshed (Chhau Goth) for between four and seven days every month. The practice of Chhaupadi has the hallmark of a grave human rights violation and is therefore sensationalised by the media. Feminists and activists are up in arms about this kind of discrimination.

    In reaction to the problem, a few years ago numerous organisations and local women destroyed the Chhau Goths in which they were staying during menstruation. This was a dramatic act of rebellion against a deep – rooted cultural and historical tradition. However, the hope that the destruction of the goths would also end the practice was dashed when reports emerged of women proceeding to reconstruct the Chhau Goths, or to end up staying in even worse conditions.

    Over the course of my fellowship, I have come to realise that these techniques did not work because Chhaupadi is a not only a physical practice, but also a mindset. People believe that menstrual blood is impure, and that they must be separated from their families and loved ones in order to protect them. They are afraid of angering the gods and causing problems for their families. It therefore doesn’t mean much if they have destroyed the goth or not: what really matters, is whether they have changed the way they think of menstruation.  And changing a mindset is, of course, much more difficult than changing a physical condition.

    It is for this reason that I have come to believe fully in CAED’s approach towards menstruation. CAED trains local people (also called Model Couple Campaigners) about these issues so that they can discourage their fellow village members from carrying out harmful practices such as Chhaupadi. The logic behind this approach is that villagers will trust these locals and be more receptive to their ideas than they would be to the views of an outsider. And it works: through education and monitoring, more and more families are allowing their daughters to stay in the home during their periods. Although its not the radical, ‘quick’ solution that destroying Chhau goths promotes, its reliable and sustainable.

    Having spent 10 weeks watching the implementation of this technique, I now believe that other organisations, both local and international, should adopt this also. After all, it is only by understanding a context, its culture and its traditions, that one can begin to bring about change.

  114. Rebuilding Nachola with Friendship

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    Francis and I standing in front of the police memorial in Baragoi.

    In 2012 a massacre of 42 police occurred outside of the small village of Nachola, approximately 20 kilometers outside of Baragoi, Kenya.  This massacre happened for a myriad of reasons, from perceived heavy-handed policing techniques to political incitement.  Regardless of the rationale, the weight of the past remains heavy on the shoulders of the former trading village of Nachola.

    This was the setting for the Holiday Peace Exchange Program, part of the larger Children Peace Initiative and Zivik funded project in Baragoi.  One month earlier, CPI Kenya initiated its project with the Children Peace Camp in the village of Bendera, a village within the Samburu community.  The Holiday Peace Exchange was a continuation of the peace project, and now brought the children to a Turkana community. The program focused on reinforcing the friendships and providing classes on conflict mitigation.  Importantly, the program gave the student beneficiaries from the Samburu communities the opportunity to visit the homes and families of their friends in Nachola.

    The entrance to Nachola Primary School from the main road.

    I accompanied four pairs of friends on these home visits.  Students from Nachola introduced their new friends for peace to their parents for the first time.  While the children from the Samburu communities learned a lot about the Turkana people and their lives through these visits, I had the opportunity to assess the potential impact of the project through conversations with their parents.

    Following Carolina Erupe (green skirt) to her home.

    I started by accompanying Carolina Erupe to her home with her friend Elizabeth Leitoro (from the Samburu community of Ngilai).  After traversing a cattle path that weaved through the rocky outcropping that divided the village in half, we arrived at the house of her guardian, Samwella.  Carolina’s guardian was young, at least five to ten years younger than me, and had friendly eyes.  She quickly welcomed us in to sit at a small coffee table and spend a few minutes talking. 

    From left to right, Carolina, Elizabeth, and Samwella.

    Samwella was, in fact, too young to remember the days before the conflict.  Despite this fact, she held no harsh feelings towards the other community and was delighted by Carolina’s new friend.  As she looked at the two friends, I felt her sincerity when she told me that she wished for things to return to the way it was in a fabled past.  Unfortunately, after less than half an hour, with our conversation was constantly interrupted by the giggling of the two friends and sensing Samwella’s impatience to return to cooking, I decided to visit the next family.

    As I backtracked over the cattle path towards the next three houses, I recalled my past conversations with local elders in Nachola.  The recent history of the village (one that Samwella and younger residents only know from nostalgia of those older than her) was one of devastating change in a short time.  In less than a year, following the intensification of inter-ethnic hostilities in 1995, all of the people of the Samburu community fled Nachola.  This exodus eventually led to ethnic segregation that persists with its unofficial line of demarcation being the main north-south road running through the town of Baragoi.

    The Alex Family, with Samwuel Lekuye (in the orange shirt) sitting next to Susan, and Mr. Alex seated next to Mike (in the green shirt)

    I soon arrived at the house of Mike Alex.  He stood at the door with his friend Samwuel Lekuye (of Bendera village, a Samburu community) and his father aggressively waving me inside.  The house was hot, almost stifling.  I noticed a pot of potatoes boiling in the corner of the main room and concluded that must be the source of my discomfort.  After using the back of my arm to clear the sweat from my eyes, I sat down and spoke to Mr. Alex and his wife, Susan.  Mike’s father, Mr. Alex, quickly showed his excitement for the peace program.  He explained his memories of life in Nachola and around Baragoi before the conflict as “we were comfortable with each other… I could sleep at Samburu houses during long safaris and let them look after my livestock,” and believed that CPI Kenya had the potential to bring such memories back to life.

    But what caused such an integrated community to divide so violently?

    When I asked Mr. Alex why and how the situation changed so quickly, he recounted how neighborly envy and small infractions would spiral out of control.  The response was equally brief and profound, “one animal leaves, and small things build when a Samburu doesn’t return [it]”.  His answer gave me insight into his great situational awareness of the conflict as well as into his possible prejudice against the Samburu community as instigators to the conflict. 

    As I left to go visit the next house, I contemplated all the narratives that I had heard.  Despite the insights provided by Mr. Alex, I remained perplexed to how a community that remained integrated decades, if not centuries, suddenly and unceremoniously cleaved into two. 

    The Lokarach Family, with Chief Lokarach on the far left, Albino on the far right, and Stephen (in orange) in the center.

    The next house was only a few paces down the main road (a rough road that clearly had not be scrapped in a couple years).  Albino Lokarach, the son of the Senior Chief, Mr. Christopher Lokarach, spotted me coming towards his house and quickly ushered me inside.  Within the house, his friend from Simiti village (a Samburu community), Stephen Leswakeri, was seated next to the chief and Albino’s mother.  They offered me a chair and a cup of tea as we began our conversation about the peace program.  Chief Lokarach excitedly proclaimed, “now we can begin to build the relationships that are necessary to return our community to how it was,” also adding, while looking at Stephen, “I have someone to give a goat, and build the connections that will allow us to grow together.” 

    While I remained inspired by the complements of the program, I couldn’t shake the question of how the village had changed to drastically.  So, following Chief Lokarach’s take on our peacebuilding efforts, I posed the question of how the conflict began.  His answer was quick and was accompanied by a smile. 

    “The politicians… to gain votes, politicians stoked the conflict.”

    Following this assertion, the Chief recalled a quote from a Samburu politician, where in a speech the politician asserted that “here is Samburu County, the grazing lands of the Samburu people… and over there are Turkana lands, they should leave.”

    Following my conversation with Chief Lokarach, I walked to the next house with a slight feeling of hopelessness.  How can we truly help these communities come together when conflict occurred so suddenly and has been reinforced by profiteering politicians?  Mwalimu Boniface, who accompanied me (knowing that I didn’t know the way to the last house) saw that my mind was running in circles and told me to remember that all three of these past families said that CPI Kenya was doing something different.  Children Peace Initiative Kenya was actually working with these communities in a way that excited the residents.  Previous programs had not received such acclaim.  CPI Kenya was not only preaching peace, it was showing the way.

    The Lokitari Family, with Mrs. Lokitari on the left seated next to Siirana, and Evans Lokitari on the right seated next to Siirana’s new friend Lucy.

    When we arrived at the house of Siirana Lokitari, her father was also waiting at the doorway with a glass of water.  Siirana’s friend, Lucy Lelekong (of Ngilai village, a Samburu community) sat inside guzzling down a glass of water of her own.  I happily downed the glass in a single gulp, paying little attention to the fact that the water had probably come from the river less than a kilometer away. 

    Mwalimu Boniface and I sat down with Siirana’s father, Evans, and began talking.  Tired of the same questions, we started the conversation talking about English Football and whether Arsenal could do well this year.  However, after a few minutes, the topic moved to CPI Kenya and the promise of peace that accompanies the organization.  Evans mentioned that the friendship of his daughter had brought him back in contact with his own childhood friend from grade-school.  Looking at Lucy, Siirana’s friend, he proclaimed, “when my daughter informed of her new friend from Ngilai, I asked for the name… When I heard the last name, I knew that Lucy is the younger sister of my best friend from Baragoi Boys Secondary School!”  With excitement in his eyes, he pointed towards his phone and told me that he now had the phone number of his long-lost friend. 

    While the conflict in Baragoi, and by effect Nachola, seems to be a curse with no clear rationale or purpose, there appears to be a clear antidote: Friendship.  With children leading the way, communities feel more empowered to pursue reconciliation.  Essentially, Children Peace Initiative Kenya’s program in Baragoi stands a chance because of the power of childhood friendship in helping us remember a more innocent past.

    To support the communities pursuing a peaceful and prosperous future, please visit the Children Peace Initiative Kenya website and donate to the ongoing Zivik supported program in Baragoi.

  115. Meetings of Former Friends and Former Enemies

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    Young men sat under one of the few acacia trees that bordered the Lenkima Primary School.  Deep in the territory controlled by the Turkana community, these Samburu Morans (warriors) seemed tense and tightly grouped together.  Meanwhile, passing villagers, keeping their distance, came to me to ask in a barely intelligible mix of Turkana and Swahili, “are those really Samburu Morans?”

    Morans from the Samburu community disembark from the vehicle to sit under a tree at the entrance to Lenkima Primary School

    Children Peace Initiative Kenya arrived in Baragoi over a week earlier for the Baragoi Holiday Peace Exchange in Nachola village.  Finishing this portion of the program at the end of the previous week, the following week was dedicated to meetings of Wazee (elders) and Morans (warriors). 

    Prior to the meeting of the Morans, the meeting of the Wazee was held in Ngilai (a Samburu village).  This meeting was a surprising success.  Never having been facilitated by CPI Kenya in previous programs, the team was nervous about turn-out.  However, the context and history of the conflict worked in our favor in bringing the two communities, made up of six villages, together.

    Mzee Jeremiah (in the background) leans in to tell me about life before the conflict.

    The Wazee (elders) were relaxed and even recalled the days before the conflict.  When listening to these conversations and asking many of the elders myself, I found that remembering the past and peaceful coexistence gave the elders a shared drive to resolve the conflict.  Upon my arrival to Ngilai, Mzee Jeremiah (a Samburu elder from the host village of Ngilai) sat with me and recalled how before 25 years of conflict he would frequently meet with his friends from the Turkana community, confessing that he knows “the Turkana language far better than the Swahili language”. 

    A Samburu elder comes to greet Mzee Edaan Kuniya in the Turkana language. Mzee Kuniya responds in the Samburu language.

    Such sentiments among the older men were omnipresent.  They missed their old friends and the relations of the past.  Mzee Edaan Kuniya, a Turkana elder from Nachola village, was inspired by the meeting of children in his village the previous week, “now let us go and see the others… and tell them what has happened here”.  Such inspiration contrasts with the fact that, in Mzee Kuniya’s words, “since we have started fighting, we have never seen each other”.

    Mzee Kuniya (to the right) stands beside his cousin after a brief conversation about the future promise of peace in the region.

    After the meeting of Wazee in Ngilai, we ventured to Lenkima for the meeting of the Morans.  It soon became apparent that fewer Morans arrived from the Samburu community than anticipated.  As explained by numerous elders, the Morans, being young men who were raised during the conflict, lack the elders’ contextual understanding of the conflict and do not have a memory of the past. Accordingly, fear of reprisal violence may have prevented more warriors from the Samburu side from attending.

    The Morans were called to the meeting.  They circled around the largest tree in front of the primary school and pulled up benches.  In contrast with the meeting of the Wazee, a translator was completely necessary.  Not only were many of the Morans unable to understand Swahili, they were unable to converse in the other community’s language. 

    Chief Leparoiya recalls what the conflict has taken from him.

    The first hour of the meeting was slow, being led by CPI Kenya staff and a few elders that were inspired to participate.  One of those elders was Chief Leparoiya, the Chief of Ngilai village (a Samburu community).  His story is well known among the people of his community.  While having two young boys from a Turkana community assist him in patching up his roof, he lost two of his sons and over 300 heads of cattle in a raid.  In the midst of such a tragedy, he hid the boys in his house and away from the community, fearing reprisal attacks on the young men.  Now, he stood in front of many Turkana Morans preaching a gospel of peace (some of whom likely knew who had killed his sons).

    In the presence of such commitment to peace, one Samburu Moran from Bendera village bravely stood up to talk to the group.  With his walking stick probing out his path and shirt ruffling in the warm wind, he announced his name as Leaturu.  The Moran from Bendera started his speech quickly and directly, stating that “we [Samburu Morans] have never come to Lenkima by day, and we’ve never come without a gun”.  Despite the gravity of such a statement, the entire group laughed. 

    Leaturu turns towards the elders at the meeting as the group of Turkana Morans and Samburu Morans clap and laugh.

    The meeting continued for hours.  As more young Morans stood up to talk about the conflict and their understanding of peace, a sense of comradery soon became apparent.  They were all raised to be warriors under similar values but for opposing sides.  While friendship will be a slow process of building trust, these young men now stand to resist incitements for conflict and are following the path that school children have already created.

    To support the elders, warriors and children who are searching for peace, please visit the Children Peace Initiative Kenya website and donate to the ongoing Zivik supported program in Baragoi.

  116. Menstruation and Men

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    Within most societies, menstruation is generally perceived as a ‘woman’s problem.’ Women are the ones who experience it and understand how it feels. They know how to control and manage it. In fact, many women don’t like to talk about menstruation and its associated symptoms, especially in front of men. They buy their menstrual products discretely; they hide these products in their sleeves or pockets when they are going to the bathroom and they dispose of them in such a way that nobody sees.

    As a consequence of this, men often feel uncomfortable and unknowledgeable when asked about the question of menstruation. Many feel ill at ease even when in the vicinity of a conversation about the taboo topic. Because women don’t talk about menstruation, they often don’t understand what exactly it entails, how long it lasts and what is used to manage it.

    When we were in Gutu, I experienced these reactions. Almost all men vacated the area upon hearing that we wanted to talk about menstruation with their wives and daughters. If they did remain nearby, they looked away and pretended not to listen, and not to understand. In fact, some even prevented their wives and daughters from talking to us about the issue.

    This made my aim of finding a man who was willing to talk about Chhaupadi all the more challenging. In fact, it was only on our very last day in the village that we happened upon a family in which the father was vocal about the practice. This man was Sabra Raj Joshi, the proud father of three teenage girls.

    Sabra Raj Joshi 

    Sabra was a farmer on the outskirts of Gutu. His family owned six buffalo and a large plot of land. Overall, he was happy with his lot in life. He wasn’t even disappointed at having so many daughters, like many other Nepali families would be. Instead, he felt blessed to have a healthy and happy household.

    When I started asking Harishma, Sabra’s daughter, about Chhaupadi, Sabra was keen to jump in and share his thoughts. He explained that the practice is linked to culture: “We need to do it. It’s part of who we are. We cannot go against it completely, because it’s been part of our traditions for generations. But that doesn’t mean that we need to keep girls outside in a Chhau Goth or a cow shed.”

    Having spoken to quite a few families by this point, I couldn’t deny this. Cultural traditions and practices are extremely prevalent in regions such as Surkhet, in which modernities such as internet and media have not yet invaded. In a place where electricity is scarce and there is no running water, these ancestral traditions remain essential to a common understanding of reality. It seemed natural to me that Sabra wouldn’t want to break with them entirely.

    So the compromise, Sabra told me, was to prevent his girls from staying in the Chhau goth during their menstruation, but to continue to impose certain menstrual restrictions. Bound by tradition on one hand, but practicality and safety on the other, this family had opted to keep their daughters inside during menstruation in a separate room dedicated specifically to menstruating girls.

    This led me to consider what the practice of Chhaupadi really means. Does it mean sending your daughters to stay in the Chhau goth? Or does it include menstrual restrictions? In Sabra’s mind, his family did not practice Chhaupadi, because Chhaupadi was associated with a Chhau goth – but is this the case? After all, although Sabra’s daughters are safe inside their homes during menstruation, they are still isolated from others and forced to act differently during their periods.

    Speaking to Sabra also led me to reflect on the significant role of men in relation to the question of menstruation. Many consider that Chhaupadi is a practice perpetuated by grandmothers and mothers. Whilst this is true, Nepali society is highly patriarchal. This means that if a father as thoughtful and caring as Sabra reflects on the issue of Chhaupadi then he can stop his daughters and wife from continuing the practice. It is therefore essential that men are also included in conversations about menstruation and menstrual practices.

  117. Is Education the Answer?

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    Life is Gutu is generally peaceful and quiet. The only traffic consists of the local bus or the odd motorbike powering through the village lanes. The only lights are the candles or torchlights of those out for an evening stroll. Nevertheless, there are two things that destroy this peace: firstly, the music at a wedding or a local party, which resonates throughout the village on a fine Friday night, and secondly, the sound of excitable schoolchildren on their way to start school at 6am.

    Our home in Gutu was right beside the lovely school of Giwan Gyoti, the local primary and secondary school. Despite the early hour, the cheery and enthusiastic voices of the children ensured that I awoke with a smile on my face each morning. It became so clear to me that these children loved meeting their friends and coming to school. It was a place for them to learn all about the world and the things in it. In school, they were not required to help their mothers cook or clean; to carry water or to work on the fields. In school, they could act their age, they could play, and they could have fun.

    But then I thought of all the Chhau Goth’s that I had seen. These constructions were usually so small that girls couldn’t sit upright in them and most didn’t have proper walls or doors. None of the Chhau Goth’s that I had seen had electricity or running water, making it impossible to read or study after nightfall. I wondered: how on earth do girls survive in those conditions and come to school?  Do they even come to school when they are on their periods? And if they don’t – what are the long-term consequences?

    We sat down with Mr. Janjati Obrahadur, the head teacher, to chat about the issue. He insisted that girls were not put off going to school because of menstruation: “Most girls don’t miss school during menstruation or Chhaupadi. I can’t say that 100% of girls come to school during menstruation, but I can say that many do because otherwise we would see an effect on class size.”

    Mr. Janjati Obrahadur, Head Teacher 

    This surprised me. I couldn’t imagine spending the night in a Chhau Goth and then being required to study and work hard and school. But Mr. Obrahadur explained that girls feel comfortable and secure coming to school during their periods, because there are adequate resources for them: “We have distributed free pads in schools, and we have taught the girls to use them properly. We have also taught the girls and boys to make reusable pads with their own hands! We also have a separate restroom for girls to change their pads and rest if they are having cramps. We make it very comfortable for them.”

    I was impressed. Even in Scotland we don’t have separate rooms in which to rest, and pads have only recently become free. It seemed that this particular school was going out of its way to ensure the safety, security and comfort of young women during their periods. But I did wonder whether this was universal.

    “We also have classes about menstrual management and hygiene,” Mr. Obrahadur continued, “We teach the girls about the danger of staying in the Chhau Goth during their periods. By educating girls, we hope that the young generation won’t practice this tradition.”

    Students complete worksheets about the importance of menstrual hygiene

    But is the education of young women enough? After all, they will go home at the end of the day and they will be forced to abide by the rules of their parents and grandparents. “Even though educating the girls helps to end the practice of Chhaupadi, it is not enough. We need to work with the communities as a whole. These girls will only have power when they are grandparents themselves, which is won’t be for a long time! For that reason, their elders must be educated as well!” he added.

    Even though this particular school has made menstruation as comfortable as possible for these young women, the reality is that many will be forced to sleep in the Chhau Goth when they go home. They might be denied water and nutritious food, leaving them lacking energy and enthusiasm. They might get sick and miss school. And if a girl misses five days of school per month during her period, she is missing two months of school during the year. This has the potential to put her at a massive disadvantage against her male peers.

    Nevertheless, I must commend Mr. Obrahadur for creating such a menstruation – friendly environment, in which discussion and debate about menstrual health is rife. Whilst I am sure that many schools do adopt such measures, I am told by Ram that this is uncommon. I believe that an open attitude towards menstruation can vastly improve the experience of a menstruating girl, and I can only hope that all schools, especially schools in rural areas, will adopt such attitudes in the future.

    The school of Giwan Gyoti

  118. A Catalyst to Change and a Beneficiary: Hilary Bukuno

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    Hurri Hills is a small village on top of a windswept mountain in northern Kenya.  The cool climate contrasts with the vast Chalbi desert that surrounds this highland village.  A mere shell of its dynamic past as the bread basket for the northern region of Marsabit County, the village is now a sleepy hub for Gabra pastoralists.  Fifteen years of inconsistent and insufficient rains have changed the economy of the town and left its mountaintop residents parched.

    Hurri Hills in the distance. View from the ascent from the Chalbi Desert.

    Nonetheless, this isn’t a story of how Global Warming has changed the economy and lifestyles of the people of Marsabit, nor is it a story that mimics the sleepy nature of this town.  Instead, this is a brief account of the leader of Children Peace Initiative Kenya, Hilary Bukuno, and some of the events that helped him conceive of the children-centric methodology. 

    I will start with my arrival to Hurri Hills.  While I have had the opportunity to learn about Hilary and his passion during my Peace Fellowship, being invited to his home village helped me contextualize the person and the philosophy.  I came to Hurri Hills as a guest of Mr. Bukuno while he made the pilgrimage to visit the grave of his mother, nearly three years following her death.  As per tradition, he asked a priest to give a mass in remembrance of his mother and purchased a goat and sheep to feed the family and friends who would attend. 

    Under an aura of tradition and remembrance, we marched up to the grave site.  The grave was covered in the belongings of his mother and portions of her traditional wedding house.  We all gave libations of tobacco and salt while standing for prayers. 

    Hilary and his sister on the left and two of his brothers on the right standing in front of their mother’s grave after giving libations.

    From the burial site another mountain was visible to the northeast.  Hilary pointed it out to me and told me that 14 years ago a horrible massacre occurred there.  At the height of interethnic tensions, 60 people were murdered in the village of Turbi.  The tragic event that displaced thousands of people from northern Marsabit county and directly affected Hilary.  As Hilary recounted to me, he had family and friends who narrowly managed to escape the deadly raid.

    Instead of becoming a partisan in the conflict between people of Borana and Gabra communities, the conflict strengthened his resolve to bring peace.  From early on, Hilary saw ethnic tensions as “the result of continued marginalization of communities in northern Kenya”.  And, his mission was to unite the peoples in conflict in order to address this historical marginalization.

    He began this mission a year before the violent raid in Turbi.  In 2004, as the Bishop-appointed Coordinator of Justice and Peace for Marsabit Dioses, he facilitated the Walk for the Road, a 534-kilometer march from the border of Kenya and Ethiopia to Isiolo town.  The rough road required any vehicle to budget nearly two days for travel and was fought with danger as bandits capitalized on the poor road conditions to rob those passing by.  The protest was accompanied by 77 residents of Marsabit, a seventh of whom were women.  Aggressive publicity of this march forced the national government to act quickly, leading to a tarmacked road that reduced travel time to mere hours.

    The success of this campaign only highlights the pride Hilary has for the land he is from.  However, violent events, like those in Turbi, as well as the continued failures of peace accords within the region led him to follow a different direction.  His passion for northern Kenya was tied intrinsically to children.  As he recounted, “I received my degree in education, founded many youth groups, and felt that sensitizing the future generations was the best pathway to meaningful peace and development of the region”.

    The violence in Marsabit is caused by a confluence of factors, from diminishing water and extreme poverty to the proximity of an international border and opportunistic politicians.  The complexity of the conflict in this region of the country means that accords and agreements between powerbrokers are bound to fail without the buy-in of their constituencies.  Additionally, as water has become increasingly scarce and poverty has intensified, the conflict can be seen as both a result and a cause to economic development.

    A distant relative of Hilary (within his clan) walks to retrieve a goat. The harsh conditions of the Chalbi desert make life difficult and deep poverty ubiquitous.

    Hilary has felt the hopelessness and intricacy of the problem before him.  Despite his professional leanings towards education, he has made efforts to address all components of this problem.  His peace initiatives have spanned from advocacy for economic inclusion to changing the norms of  violence.  Nonetheless, the latter is where he has seen the most success.  

    Children Peace Initiative Kenya began where Hilary had the most experience.  According to CPI Kenya’s 2013 Annual Narrative Report, “Traditionally, [the] agenda for inter-community peace and dialogue was reserved for few opinion leaders and government officials”.  Instead, Hilary has focused his programs in Marsabit on bringing families together by using children as a common link.  This has worked to break down stereotypes that perpetuate animosities and pressure leaders into respecting signed agreements.  With successes in diverse villages across Marsabit, from Maikona to Loiyangalani, Hilary quickly expanded operations to Baringo, Samburu, and Isiolo.

    Despite the marked success of a child-centric peace initiative, migration and worsening drought make the conflict regions especially dynamic.  In Marsabit, interethnic violence has once again spiked.  From the violent death of Chief George Biqa – a Borana chief and close associate of Hilary who was murdered for supporting a peace process – to recent politically motivated attacks on disparate villages, Children Peace Initiative must face complex challenges in order to further its mission.  As these complex challenges affect the region, they also affect Hilary. CPI’s success in the county will provide the groundwork for economic development and a prosperous future. And, without the success of CPI’s programs in Marsabit, the safety and livelihoods of friends and family hang in the balance.

    To support Hilary and his organization, Children Peace Initiative Kenya, please visit the website and donate to the ongoing Zivik supported program in Baragoi.

  119. A Political Question

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    The practice of Chhaupadi was made illegal by the Supreme Court of Nepal in 2005. However, this law had a very minimal impact, and as a consequence, the government decided to introduce further legislation which would punish those who force women into exile during menstruation with up to three months in jail, or a fine of almost 3000 Nepalese rupees ($30). Despite optimism that this would discourage people from practicing Chhaupadi, local people refused to file cases against their own family or community members. In late 2018, district governments in the far west of the country began denying state support services to citizens who were forcing the practice of Chhaupadi.

    When I heard about the practice of denying state support services to those forcing the practice of Chhaupadi, I was skeptical. Whilst I agreed that an effective method by which to implement the law against Chhaupadi was essential, I was not sure that denying people of the services upon which they relied was the right way to go about addressing this problem. After all, speaking to a large number of girls who practiced Chhaupadi had shown me how strongly people believed in this cultural and religious practice. I was convinced that many would choose to abide by “God’s Law,” and to lose their state support, rather than ending a practice they deemed to be essential in order to maintain their purity.

    These reflections led me to the office of the Ward Leader in Gutu. The county of Nepal is divided into six provinces, which are further divided into districts (such as the district of Surkhet), and then into wards. Each ward is led by an elected Ward Leader, who is allocated a budget from which to promote social, economic and political development. The village of Gutu in Surkhet belongs to Ward No. 6 and is governed by Mr. Amar Bahadur Buda at the present moment.

    Mr. Bahadur Buda, Ward Leader

    Arriving at the busy office of the Mr. Bahadur Buda, I was apprehensive about what kind of attitude I would find. Would he be willing to discuss the topic of Chhaupadi? Would he sugar-coat the problem, or tell me it no longer existed? Would Mr. Bahadur Buda take my questions seriously? Would he even have the time to see me?

    Luckily, Mr. Bahadur Buda was welcoming, friendly and extremely chatty. He explained to me that the problem of Chhaupadi was a major issue in the village because: “Many unfortunate situations have arisen because of the practice of Chhaupadi in the village. Many women are at danger of extreme weather conditions and snakebites. And of course, there is also rape. It’s very dangerous for women, but it’s almost impossible to stop people following the tradition.”

    “The ward and the municipality collaborate to work on an awareness programme against Chhaupadi. We tell people that they don’t have to stop the practice, they just have to let their girls stay in a separate room inside their homes. We plan to collect mother groups and teach them about the dangers of Chhaupadi as well.”

    Awareness-raising seems to be a popular method by which to eliminate the practice of Chhaupadi, used by CAED and numerous other NGOs working on the issue. It appears to be logical, because education is one of the best ways to demystify a myth. Nevertheless, I thought to myself – what is the purpose of a law if it is deemed impossible implement, even by the government? Of course, it is a step in the right direction – but what else needs to be done?

    I also realised that Mr. Bahadur Buda hadn’t mentioned whether people were actually being denied state support services. It transpired that he didn’t know anything about this strategy: “There is a provision for jail against Chhaupadi, but this is not implemented in practicality. People don’t want to go against their families and communities. And they certainly won’t complain against themselves!”

    As our meeting drew to a close, I remembered how often I had heard about the corrupt Nepali government. This made me wonder – was I sitting opposite a political leader who himself forced the practice of Chhaupadi on this family? Luckily, I was not disappointed: “My wife and daughters do not practice Chhaupadi. They stay inside the home during their periods. But my parents – we can’t change their minds. The practice will end – but slowly. We need time. And we need a new generation.”

    Indira, Ram, Mr. Bahadur Buda and I (left to right)

  120. A Traditional Healer with a Traditional Viewpoint?

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    In the local villages of Nepal, traditional healers, also known as the dhami, are the first port of call for villagers who are feeling unwell or sick. The practice of traditional healing rejects western notions of medicine and an understanding of biological processes. Instead, it promotes the idea that the dhami, a spiritual healer, can suck the evil ghosts or spirits out of a person who is ill, thereby curing them of their impurity and bringing them back to physical health.

    The logic behind the practice of traditional healing comes from a time when people did not understand the biological reasons for which they became ill, instead believing that illness was caused by ‘God’s Anger.’ In order to appease this almighty God, people began to worship rivers, mountains and forests. The concept of a witch developed simultaneously with this notion: a witch could prevent ghosts from entering the body of somebody. A traditional healer, or dhami, is a type of witch: he is someone who can act as a mediator between the spiritual world and the material world. He can purge the sick body of illness and he can cure the mentally unstable of disease or ailment.

    In the village of Gutu, there are many dhami. These are always men and can be either literate or illiterate. They have learned their treatment methods from their parents or from senior dhamis. These men have great clout in the village – they are trustworthy, holy and, perhaps most importantly, they are the most readily available form of treatment. Their word is believed, and therefore they play an extremely important role in the elimination of Chhaupadi.

    One sunny morning, we set out to find a local dhami, keen to understand a little more about what exactly he might think of Chhaupadi. After a few failed first attempts, we eventually tracked down Chandra Bahek, a popular dhami, who was undertaking agricultural work on a field near his home. He agreed to sit down for a short chat with us. Initially, he was extremely unwilling to open up and talk to us about the issue, pretending he didn’t even know what Chhaupadi was. But after a bit of persuasion, he let us in to his thoughts.

    Chandra, the local dhami, tells us about Chhaupadi

    First, I decided to ask Chandra about whether he thought that Chhaupadi was a choice. He replied in the negative, insisting that it was a law: a law of God. “Of course, there is a law that the government makes. But that’s not the most important law. The most important law is the one God makes. And God says we have to practice Chhaupadi.” His words were final and certain, and once again, I was reminded that the law seemed to be at the heart of this question. In Chandra’s mind, the law against Chhaupadi was worth nothing against the law of God – a law which highlights that women are impure and have to be removed from society during menstruation.

    Next, I wanted to find out about his perception of the consequences of Chhaupadi: “There is no risk or danger associated with Chhaupadi. This tradition has existed in our society for many generations. Even my wife has practiced Chhaupadi her entire life, and nothing has happened to her. In fact, she is the picture of health and she has had so many beautiful babies. She would work on the fields all day, and then she would come home and boom! She would have another baby. She would then stay in the Chhau Goth for 21 days with the newborn, and they would both come back beaming. But now people have all these new rules – that women have to rest and take care when they have a child, that they have to eat nutritious food or go to a hospital. But that’s not the case. My wife is proof that nothing happens when people stay in the Chhau Goth, either during their periods or when they have a baby.”

    It seemed that this dhami was pretty set in his ways. Nevertheless, he seemed to accept the idea that girls should not stay in the Chhau Goth: “Girls can stay in a separate room inside their homes when they are menstruating, that’s no problem. They don’t have to stay in the Chhau Goth They just shouldn’t touch men or enter the kitchen!”

    His reaction was promising. Although staying in a separate room inside the home during menstruation is still isolation, it’s at least safe and sanitary. It ensures that girls are not at risk of snake bites, rape and assault. They can also get a good night’s sleep during their period, decreasing the risk that they will miss school or develop an illness. Reflecting on our conversation, it has occurred to me that maybe the complete eradication of Chhaupadi will take generations, but that instead it is necessary to eliminate the practice gradually. After all, it is impossible to ask a society to change their ways overnight: but it is possible to ask them to adopt gradual changes. And this leaves me with hope for the girls of Gutu, and all around the country.

  121. A Grandmother’s Wisdom

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    In Nepali society, a woman moves in with her husband’s family when she gets married. She lives with her mother-in-law, her father-in-law and her husband’s paternal grandparents. Multiple generations living under one roof may seem complex and difficult for someone from a western country, but for Nepali people this is natural. Elders are to be cared for and respected.

    Not only this, but Nepali society is also highly patriarchal. Men hold primary power and the predominant roles of political leadership, moral authority, social privilege and the control of power. But that doesn’t mean that women don’t have any power at all. In fact, it is the mother-in-law and the grandmother of a household who decide the rules, particularly in relation to issues such as cooking, cleaning, child – rearing and menstruation.

    I had this realisation when we visited Umma, a local in Gutu, and her family. When we stumble upon their beautiful family home, Umma and her grandmother (only introduced as Amma, the Nepali word for grandmother) are preparing food. Umma is breaking up green bean stocks and Amma is cutting up a cucumber. They beckon us over cheerily, encouraging us to have a seat and to chat with them.

    Umma and her Amma sit outside their home

    Umma is 26 years old and, despite the tradition of arranged marriages in the community, she tells me that she is happily married. She has three children, and she explains to me that cooking is a passion of hers because she loves making sure that her family is well fed.

    Encouraged by this enthusiastic welcome, I breach the subject of menstruation. The two women immediately come alive. Umma tells me that before she was married, she spent 4 incredibly uncomfortable and solitary days in a Chhau Goth every month. However, once she was married, she was no longer obligated to follow the tradition because no woman in her husband’s family practiced Chhaupadi.

    A view from Umma and her Amma‘s home

    Curious about why a family wouldn’t practice a tradition as embedded in society as that of Chhaupadi, I wanted to know more. Amma jumped in eagerly with more information: “I am a Female Community Health Volunteer (FCHV) which means that I am against Chhaupadi and other harmful practices.”

    The FCHV programme was originally implemented in 1991, with the purpose of improving the general health of the population. Because the majority of the population lived in rural areas, it was deemed important to have women on the ground working on health issues. These women are a focal point for bridging health – related programmes in the community. Amma explains to me that “We are a group of women who work on a range of women’s health issues, including menstruation and contraceptives. Our aim is to make sure that women are able to access contraceptives and understand how to maintain healthy reproductive systems.”

    I am impressed by this programme and its obvious success. It targets health problems at their root, encouraging local community members to actively ameliorate their health-care programmes. Amma attests to this, telling me about the positive impact of the programme on her life and on the lives of those around her. She explains that FCHV training has allowed her to view women’s rights issues from a biological perspective, and that she now understands that menstrual blood is not impure. She loves to share this knowledge with other local women, encouraging them to give up the practice of Chhaupadi as well.

    Speaking to Umma and her Amma, I realise that one of the fundamental factors that prevents women from refusing to stay in the Chhau Goth is a lack of understanding about the issue, and a fear that their family and friends will be hurt if they stay at home. It made me think about how important education and local programmes such as the FCHV can be in changing attitudes about health care. Women are more likely to give up the practice of Chhaupadi and to remain safely in their homes during menstruation if they are being told by a member of their community, and someone they view as similar to themselves.

    I ask the women if they think Chhaupadi will be eliminated in the future, and both answer positively. This reassures me. It also strengthens my belief that Chhaupadi is an issue which needs to be targeted on multiple levels: grandmothers, mothers, fathers and daughters all need to be included in the discussion.

  122. What Does Soap Have to do with Child Marriage?

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    As I work with WAP to evaluate their current program and plan for the expansion of their work, one of the things we have been focusing on is the economic empowerment of WAP’s beneficiaries. Poverty is among the leading causes of child marriage in Zimbabwe, and was identified as such by many of the women and girls we have interviewed.

    Poverty in these communities can lead to a myriad of issues, one being that a girl’s family can no longer pay her school fees. Not being able to attend school, a girl’s ability to learn and gain skills for her future is severely impeded. She may also become perceived as an economic burden on her family and will be married off as a solution, or she may even begin to be abused by her guardians. Another outcome is that some girls may feel life would be more comfortable with a husband, so they will choose to marry young to improve their situation.

    Nominate, a mother of 6 from Eyecourt, told WAP she believes poverty is the number one cause of child marriage in her community. She described that a girl will prefer to be with her boyfriend or husband if her parents cannot provide for her.

    Amidst Zimbabwe’s current economic challenges, poverty is becoming an ever-greater problem for these women and girls. In order to work towards its mission, WAP has chosen to focus on economic empowerment and income generation to lift women and girls out of poverty and prevent child marriages, abuse, and early pregnancies.

    For those who might be unfamiliar with economic empowerment initiatives, here are several examples of different definitions:

    UN Women: “Women’s economic empowerment includes women’s ability to participate equally in existing markets; their access to and control over productive resources, access to decent work, control over their own time, lives and bodies; and increased voice, agency and meaningful participation in economic decision-making at all levels from the household to international institutions.”

    CARE defines women’s economic empowerment as “the process by which women increase their right to economic resources and power to make decisions that benefit themselves, their families and their communities. Investing in women’s economic empowerment sets a path for poverty reduction and for equality between men and women.”

    Introducing: CLEAN GIRL soap products! These soaps will be crafted by hand, packaged and sold by the group of beneficiaries and their mothers.

    WAP believes producing and selling liquid soap is an effective way to meet these goals. Liquid soap products such as dish, toilet and engine cleaners are in high demand in Zimbabwe, and many locally-sourced and handmade options are desirable for their lower prices. Bar soap is also useful, but the raw materials to make those types of soaps are more expensive and difficult to acquire. Making the soap will be fairly simple once the ingredients and equipment are purchased. And selling the product will be easy, as open-air vendors and community markets are quite common throughout the city. The Ambassadors and club members can utilize social media and their networks to advertise the soap and spread the word about where people can purchase it.

    Vendors at Mbare Musika – Photo by Slum Dwellers International

    You might be wondering – what sort of products go into this kind of soap? Is it safe to make? I had the same questions and have learned that the ingredients are fairly common and are safe as well. Several of the ingredients do contain chemicals, so anyone working with the soap will receive proper training and all will be provided adequate safety equipment.

    This is where you come in! If you would like to support this program, please consider donating to the project on Global Giving (here). Importantly: if you are able to give $100 and above, you can have your gift matched up to 50% if you wait until July 18th! (if you are unable to give $100 and above, you have the option of pooling funds with a group of people and then donating in one large sum to make the matching amount stretch farther). We aim to raise at least $5,000 over the next few months for this pilot program.

  123. A Life in the Kilns

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    Children who live inside the brick factory where their parents are working are much more likely to start working when they are around 8 years of age. (Bhaktapur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Are you working in a brick factory during seasonal time?

    Yes.

    What are you doing?

    I am flipping brick.

    Only flipping bricks?

    Yes, baba and mommy do not want me to do other things.

    Why?

    They say, I have to sleep at night to be good at school. I am only flipping bricks after school to help them, but they work alone at night.

    Until are you up after school when you help your parents?

    I stop working at 10pm.

    And on Saturdays and public holidays?

    On Saturdays I work until 7pm.

    You start working directly after school, once you come home?

    No, first I do my homework.

    When did you start working in the brick factory?

    Around 8 or 9.

    When did you start flipping bricks?

    When I was 6. My brother also started when he was 6.

    Why are you saying that you only started working when you were around 8/9, if you started flipping bricks at age 6?

    Because at that time I did not know how to make nice bricks. Before it was not really working, It was a training, I was learning. I can only do nice bricks since being 8 or 9.

    So today you are only flipping bricks but not making bricks anymore?

    Yes.

    A naike is demonstrating how his 14-years old daughter is flipping bricks at night in the brick factory. (Bhaktapur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Mixing, making, flipping, piling

    Alina is “only” flipping bricks because her parents eventually understood the necessity for, to have time to rest and play instead of working in the kilns without a break, regarding her personal development and her school level. Rama wakes up very early, because she has to work from 1 to 8 am before going to school, a time where she is making bricks in the dark, while after school from 4 to 7pm, she is also flipping and piling bricks and cleaning the factory. Roj was helping at night time before school, from 1 to 3 am, when all family members were mixing the mud – with the help of a small dozer because it needs to be done before sunrise – then he was sleeping and taking his meal before going to school. Back from school, Rojina is first cooking for her family, does her homework and then goes to work in the kilns for one hour, where she is collecting dried bricks and piles them, and also cleans the production areas within the factory. Balram tries to avoid carrying bricks because he considers it as being the most difficult task in the kilns, where he has to work about one or two hours in the morning and again one hour or more after 3pm.

    While the nature of the task and the time allocated to work differs from one child to another, some common features can be noticed. In average, children usually start to work in the kilns at the age of 8. From the 18 children working in brick factories in 2018, all started between age 6 and 10, with a regular distribution between the ages they started working.

    The tasks depend on the age of the children, usually the younger children start with flipping bricks and cleaning the brick production places. Later they also start to mix mud, to pile bricks and to carry them by hand. The older ones usually make bricks and carry them on their back, while still doing tasks previously enumerated. However, most of the children do their homework before starting their daily work in the kilns, be it before or after school. When homework plus household chores, such as cooking, cleaning the house or looking after younger siblings, are done, children usually start their daily work in the factory.

    As long as a child lives within a brick factory he remains at high exposure to child labour. If one parent finds a job outside the brick factory, and accordingly the family moves out of the kilns, there is a high probability for the child to stop working in the brick factory. (Bhaktapur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Why bricks?

    Parents who make the choice to work in brick factories, do so because without having any skills, it is the job that has the highest financial returns. Most of the parents are illiterate and find themselves in a poor economic situation with a financial high pressure to run properly the household, guarantee their children access to education, or pay back a loan. The more bricks are done by the end of the day; the more money is brought home. The additional income provided by children’s work enables the family to buy more food, pay school fees and education material of the household’s children, or simply to increase the family’s living condition. Some parents in the situation of reimbursing big amounts of money – whatever the reason leading to this issue – make their children work with them. However, some parents have more understanding for their children’s need for doing something else, outside school hours, instead of mixing mud, making bricks, flipping, piling or carrying bricks. When the loan to reimburse becomes less or has been totally reimbursed, parents find another job where they have to work less hard, and where earning less money is not a problem anymore.

    When CONCERN started to support the children, the staff relied mostly on schools to target the parents whose children were working in brick factories. In some cases, parents were informed by the principals about a possible support by CONCERN, when they were about to pay school fees or during a parent-teacher meeting. Some schools like Dattatraya school, also visit brick factories once or twice a year to control if children are working there. In some cases, parents were informed about CONCERN’s sponsorship within the brick factory, when CONCERN staff along with teachers and the brick factory owner, gathered all the parents working in the factory to enrol their children.

    Tasks are divided between gender. Piling bricks, so they can dry properly before being collected to get burned, is a task reserved to women and children. (Bhaktapur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    The final step in the brick production process is the brick burning, which happens in a special place of the brick factory. The factory’s chimney radiates such a heat that thousands of bricks arranged around get burned. (Bhaktapur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Avoiding drop outs

    The main reason behind the children’s dropout is their transfer from one school with which CONCERN has a partnership, to another school that is not supported by CONCERN. Children have to change the school for different reasons, but most of the time, they have to be transferred to another school because the school they are attending does not teaches classes for the new grade they passed to. As a consequence, children drop out because their parents can not afford the school fees of the new school their child has been transferred to. This situation happens because the partnership with schools is prioritised towards the support of the child throughout his education. Another main reason behind children’s dropout is the regular physical punishment violent teachers inflict on them when homework is not done or because of misbehaviour. This is a frequent issue in governmental schools where teachers resort to physical violence towards their pupils. As a consequence, children who have no time to do their homework, or who get no help at home to do their homework are more likely to be victims of violence at school. Accordingly, many children who face physical punishment at school are traumatised and quit school. If a child drops out because he is victim of physical punishment by his teachers resulting from homework that is not done, a tuition program seems to be a reasonable program to respond to both problematic situations. It can be a drastic change in their approach to school, if children are involved in the learning process without being constantly terrorised to go to school.

    If the objective is to prevent drop outs and to stop making children work, a personal relationship has to be developed with the parents. If they are trusting the field assistant, they will be more easily inclined to speak about their difficulties, challenges they face, successes and thoughts. These discussions should occur at least once a month. On dropouts, if parents migrate, the field officer can more easily be informed and discuss the issue with parents, in meeting them regularly.

    Children are more likely to drop out of school when they face physical punishment by professors, resulting from homework that has not been correctly done. Physical punishment is frequent in governmental schools. Children working in the kilns have often no time or get no help to do their homework. A tuition class after school to help children do their homework is an interesting approach to decrease the high rate of school dropouts. (Bhaktapur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Escaping the kilns

    One fact is the same to all the children working in a brick factory: if they live within the factory, they almost have no chance to escape the labour work in the kilns. When at least one parent does not work in the brick factory anymore, the family moves out of the factory what is the main reason why children stop to work in the kilns. In such cases, parents work in a sector where they either earn more money, or if the new income is lower, it is because they have to work less hard. The adjunction of exercising another profession and moving out of the brick factory dramatically decreases the rate of working children.

    Offering parents the opportunity to get a training in gardening, goat farming, vehicles repairing, sewing or else would certainly encourage them to find another job – consequently they move out of the brick factory – that should preferably make them earn enough money, to stop making their children to work. The total income from the new job exercised without their children’s help, should be higher than the salary they earn in the brick factory when their children are also working. It should also be considered to financially compensate the days of training for the loss it brings in the daily brick production. If parents get trained, it can be imagine to assist children in their working plan, when they are above 16 years of age and have a sufficient school level, but who show no interest in school anymore and express their interest for other professions. If the child clearly demonstrated his opposition to continue to go to school or to work in a brick factory, and if he has no or not enough skills for the job he wants to do, a sponsored skills training can be imagined for him, or a way to help him establish his own business.

    Many children are still working before and/or after school, and during Saturdays and public holidays, even though they get supported by CONCERN and AP. Escaping the work in the kilns goes together with escaping the life in the kilns.

    Many brick factories are located around the city of Bhaktapur in the Kathmandu Valley. (Bhaktapur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Nowadays, most of the brick factories have public sanitaries for all the workers living within the factory. However, during the high season, more than 1000 workers share three sanitaries and one water source out of the tab. (Bhaktapur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Even though, the 50 Children Program’s main goal was not a full success – given that many children are still working and that results showed that sponsoring the school education is not enough to help and persuade parents not to make their children work in the brick factory ever again – the 50 Children Program is neither a waste of time and money, nor a complete defeat, because the children supported are going to school everyday and through a full calendar year. Even though, most of them continue to work with their parents in the brick factories, they seem to be working a little less. Moreover, every year that has been sponsored by AP, helped children to get an improved education and a uniform, an inestimable gift for them. Those families that are supported since years by CONCERN show a commitment to their children’s education and understand the necessity to make them stop to work, even though it is difficult for most of them to really renounce on their children’s help. It shows that they are willing to do so, but need other incentives, therefore, redesigning the program seems to be a valid approach.

  124. The Rassaili Family

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    The parents are concerned about their 5 children’s education, but most of them have to work before and after school to increase the family’s income. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Purna Bahadur is waiting outside with his bicycle. He is turning around while we are about to finish the interviews with some of the children supported by CONCERN at Suryodaya school. A few meters ahead, he is showing us the way to his house, not far away from the school. On the way, he encounters another friend with his bicycle who joins us. The grass is green and here and there, we can hear children playing. At the corner of the street, nestled between two cement houses, we can see a little house with brick walls and a tin roof. We arrived. Here lives the Rassaili family.

     

    We had asked the principal of Suryodaya school, Raj Kumar Shah, if he has any contact with parents of children that dropped out even though they were supported by AP and CONCERN, to understand the reasons behind the dropouts. He told us to visit Sarita’s house. We understood later that Raj Kumar did not follow our requirements because Sarita, a 17-years old girl, was not a case of dropout, neither had she been sponsored by CONCERN in the past. However, he can not be blamed for it since he simply wanted to draw our attention on Sarita’s family poor living conditions, hoping that it would decide us to start sponsoring her. Even though I do not have the power and resources to make such a decision, the portrait of Sarita’s family gives an insight in the daily life of a family of seven, where children are working before and after school. If you are going through family crisis visit https://www.sippycupmom.com/how-to-never-give-up-when-you-are-going-through-a-family-crisis-7-tips/.

    The obligation to reconcile school and work

    Sarita Rassaili is the second of five children. When she wakes up at 4:30 in the morning, she gets ready for her morning classes that are starting one hour later at the Sanjeet Kishori school. Courses last until noon for children like Sarita who have no time for studies for the remainder of the day. From 12 to 5 in the afternoon, she works as a housekeeper in a neighbouring house, but never misses to do her homework before starting her working shift. Fortunately, her family found a school that is offering courses in the early morning, otherwise she would probably have had to stop her studies, her financial contribution to the household being to precious for the parents to relinquish it.Sarita started to work in a brick factory when she was in class 3, around the age of 10. Her main task was to carry bricks. This upcoming season is the first time she will not be working in the kilns, because her new housekeeping job brings more money home.

    Sarita has to attend morning classes starting at 5:30am to avoid dropping out from school, since she has to work in the afternoon, from 12 to 5. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Sarita has to help her mother in working as a housekeeper in the neighbourhood. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    On the contrary, Sarita’s two younger brothers, Purna Bahadur (14) and Santosh (16) will again be working in the brick factory this year. As for their didi (older sister), they are active through the full calendar year. Both are currently completing a steel manufacturing training in the bricks off season. During the high season, they will work along their parents in the kilns.

    Purna Bahadur, Santosh and Sarita all go to Sanjeet Kishori school because Suryodaya school only teaches students up to class 5. The family’s youngest, Kopila (12) is still studying there. In contrast to her siblings, she is free from labour work in the bricks, because she has to take over all household chores while the other members are working. The eldest child of the Rassaili family, Chandrawati (19), stopped working because of a heart disease. She currently lives in another village where she can attend the Shree Vidhyabasini Madhyamik school where all Rassaili children will be transferred from class 10.

    Nowadays, the youngest child of the family, Kopila, is not working in the brick factory like her older siblings, but is in charge of all household chores when her family is busy in the kilns. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Escaping from strict poverty

    Poor is a denominator that is very difficult to define. It’s a condition, more than a result, depending on a series of other factors, all interrelated but also resulting directly from geographical and temporal circles. I will not reflect a long time about using this adjective to describe the families I meet, as part of my fellowship with AP and CONCERN.

    The Rassaili family is poor. This is the main reason that drives the parents to make their work. This poor economic condition did not curb the parents to send their children to school everyday, even though the children are still child labourers, working before and after school for one entire calendar year. “Of course, we all want to read but we have no money” said Sarita’s mother, Netra Kumari. Her father, Bikram, added that it is difficult to get a job during off season – the rainy season – because they have to bargain with workers to get employed or to secure a reasonable salary. Both of the parents are construction labourers during this time of the year, but with the heavy rain falls, missions are not always available. It sometimes can get very difficult to cover all expenses, which they are carefully pay attention to day by day. For 5.000 rupees a month, they rent a house with one single room where the normal course of life goes as it flows. Sleeping, cooking, playing, studying, everything is done in this approximatively 25 square meter room. Even though this is indeed a sign of economic poverty, it might not be such a disadvantage in Nepal – a country where the daily life happens outdoors –  than in other more closed societies where intimacy is more highly valuated.

    Netra Kumari is suffering from mental problems what makes it difficult for her to have regular working shifts. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    The Rassaili live in a house with one single room where children and parents are sleeping, cooking, studying and following their daily routine. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    The circle of poverty is difficult to break when the previous generations have not completed school. The Rassaili grandparents are illiterate, and the parents both went to school but only until class 4. The resulting lack of skills makes it difficult to get a better job. Now, that most of the parents are aware about the importance to send their children to school, they do not necessarily make their children work out of a lack of consideration regarding the value of education anymore, but because additional incomes earned by children can make a considerable difference by the end of the month.

    The role of schools

     Netra Kumari and Bikram can not afford their children’s school fees and educational tools, that are partly covered by generous teachers and school principals. The role of schools in children’s education is not only about knowledge transmission, but also about the support they might offer to children in need whose parents can’t afford education fees.

    The difference between the school’s dedication to the children’s school enrolment is striking. In my last blog I draw the portrait of Suryodaya’s school principal Raj Kumar Shah who suspended almost all school fees free and sponsored uniforms to enable children from many economic disadvantaged families to send their children to school.

    The principal of Suryodaya school where all Rassaili children where enrolled until class 5 is regularly visiting and supporting the family. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    On the contrary, the Mahendra school from the same area, that receives children from class 6 to 10 does not express the same solidarity towards families in need. The Rassaili family told us, that even though the children were first enrolled at Mahendra school after class 5, they had to be transferred to Vidhyabasini school quickly after. Netra Kumari remembers well the unwillingness of the Mahendra school’s principal and teachers that told her that she had to search for another school that accepts to help such poor parents like her. This discrimination towards poor families that only want their children to get education is fortunately not common. Some children from underprivileged background are lucky to get help from supportive teachers, like in Dattatraya, Saraswati, Suryodaya or Gyan Bijaya schools. Even though, he doesn’t teach in the children’s schools, the Rassaili family can count on a friend that is teaching in the village school of Rajabash, Kavri district, and provides them regularly with stationary.

    Sponsoring children with school fees does not seem enough to encourage parents to stop making their children to work. “We are too poor” is a sentence that keeps popping up in our discussion, to justify the fact that the Rassaili kids are working since years and will certainly not stop working in the future. Other approaches need to be experimented to tackle poverty, the main reason that makes children becoming labourers.

    Many brick factories are situated in Imadol where the Rassaili family is living. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

  125. Remembering Nguyen Van Tuan, 23, Victim of Agent Orange

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    When I first met Nguyen Van Tuan in August 2015 he was a bright young guy with a twinkle in his eye who couldn’t wait to show me his latest creation – a model of the venerable Hue University which he had made from recycled popsicle sticks.

    The fact that Tuan was also in a wheelchair didn’t slow him down. His room was littered with bits of wood, glue and other modelling stuff, and he was talking a mile a minute about how he needed a computer to sell his models in the US. I was happy to be his first foreign customer.

    Tuan was even ready to chat about Agent Orange, which had put him in the wheelchair and was to take his life. He’d been a marked man ever since his father, Nguyen Van Xoan, was exposed to the herbicide while serving in the Vietnam War. Mr Xoan returned home to Quang Binh province and passed on dioxin poisoning to his children, presumably at conception. He told me that two of his seven children had died soon after birth. Three more – including Tuan – were ill.

    Tuan picked up the story. He explained through an interpreter how the paralysis in his legs had started when he was around 15. Then came the cane, then the teasing and then the wheelchair. Eventually, his parents had to take him out of school.

    Tuan described his dad as a “war hero.” But he had also loved his school and Mr Xoan seemed uncomfortable and maybe a little guilty as he listened anxiously to his son. We learned later that he and his wife Pham Thi Do (above) kept a photo of their children which had been photo-shopped by a neighbor to show their faces on healthy bodies.

    I met several Agent Orange families that summer in Quang Binh province. But it was really after meeting Tuan that our group, The Advocacy Project, decided to help. In the three years since, we have sent several impressive graduate students (Peace Fellows) to work at the Association for the Empowerment of Persons with Disabilities (AEPD) in Quang Binh. Together we have raised around $15,000 for ten Agent Orange families, most of who have bought a cow. Helped by outreach workers from the AEPD, these ageing parents have managed their investments well.

    Of course, we are only scratching the surface in a province where 26,000 people are listed as affected by Agent Orange. But whenever we had doubts I would think of Tuan. He seemed to be defying the odds.

    One reason was that Agent Orange victims have little hope of recovery. Tuan’s older sister Luyen, 26, was struck by severe cerebral palsy as a child and is unable to feed herself or talk. She responds to abrupt changes in the weather by grinding her teeth and cutting into her palms with her nails. Mai Thi Loi, a war widow, gave birth to three sons. All suffer from dementia and Kien, 34, is so violent that he has to be chained to a wall. Le Thanh Duc’s three daughters are so incapacitated that Mr Duc has to move them to a new position every half hour or so.

    This is what makes Agent Orange different from other remnants of war. Like landmines, Agent Orange was spread indiscriminately. But its poison discriminated in the worst possible way by skipping the soldiers and punishing their children. Many are now in their thirties and even the outreach workers at AEPD – who were severely wounded in the war and know something about the challenge of recovery – find it difficult to see how they can be “empowered.”

    Tuan seemed different. Even in his wheelchair I thought that his skills, his optimism and the devotion of his parents would help him to pull through.

    But Agent Orange is unforgiving. Like his older brother, Tuan suffered from hemophilia. In 2015, he was already receiving monthly transfusions at the Hue hospital. He seemed more listless during our second meeting in 2016 and suffered a major seizure in 2017.

    Things seemed to get better earlier this year when my colleague Karen visited. Tuan had returned home and our buffalo had produced a calf. But most of the money had been spent on medical bills, added to which Tuan’s modelling equipment had been destroyed by a flood. Karen’s photo showed a deflated family. In the end it was the hemophilia that killed Tuan.

    Our current Peace Fellow in Vietnam, Marcela, visited Tuan’s family last week to pay our respects and tell Tuan’s parents that we shared their sadness. Like Tuan, Marcela was born long after the War but she understands it much better now. As do we all. That may be Tuan’s final gift.

    * Read Tuan’s full story

    * Meet the nine other families supported by AP and AEPD

    * Read Marcela’s blogs

    * View photos of Agent Orange families

    * Learn about AEPD.

  126. Garden of Opportunity

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    In my opinion, Nepal is one of the most beautiful countries that I have had the opportunity to travel to. As is expected of any developing country, Nepal has its own unique complexities, but has huge possibilities in the tourism sector. Tourism remains the largest industry in Nepal and the largest source of foreign exchange and revenue. Travel and tourism are therefore the key drivers of the economic growth. According to the World Travel Guide, Nepal was one of the favorite destination spots and has attracted hundreds of thousands of tourists. This is because of its beautiful scenery, unique land features, favorable climatic conditions, biodiversity, cultures, and hospitable people. Below are some examples of its resources:

    Birthplace of Buddha

    Lumbini is a Buddhist pilgrimage site in the Rupandehi District of Province No. 5 in Nepal. It is the place where, according to Buddhist tradition, Queen Mayadevi gave birth to Siddhartha Gautama. Gautama, who achieved enlightenment sometime around 528 BCE, became the Buddha and founded Buddhism.

    Highest Peaks in the World

    Nepal is home to eight of the world’s 14 tallest peaks, including the world’s highest mountain, Mt. Everest (8,848m). It is the most suitable tourism place for the tourists who like trekking, mountaineering, safari and various adventurous mountain sport activities.

    Rich Ancient Art & Architecture

    The country is rich in ancient arts and architecture. This forms part of their civilization, origin and identification. It is considered a measure of wealth by many Nepali people. These structures have been well maintained and provide yet another tourist attraction.

    Historic & Religious Sites

    Aside from the birthplace of Buddha, Nepal consists of various religious, cultural, historical and natural heritages like Pashupatinath, Boudhanath, Swayambhunath, Muktinath, and Halesi Mahadev which have some unique features and represents ancient civilizations. There are also many temples.

    Diverse Landscapes & Topography

    Nepal is broadly classified into 3 landscapes. The Himalayas, Hills & Valleys, and ‘Terai’ Region.

    Thank You Nepal, You were good to me ?!

  127. Dr. Shah and Mr. Bhai

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    The double-hatted principal of Suryodaya School is very committed to his students, but also an actor that mostly played the role of a vilain in more than 65 movies. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    “I need your support to provide the children with stationery. It’s about 10.000 rupees”, wrote the principal of Suryodaya school in a letter addressed to CONCERN.

     

    Raj Kumar Shah is running Suryodaya primary school in Lalitpur, south from Kathmandu, for 36 years now. Six women and one man are teaching 85 children from grade 1 to 5. Shree Phaidhoka Lower Secondary School is one of the 7 schools supported by CONCERN. The school is situated in Imadol, an area bordering the city of Patan, where the landscape alternates between the bright green of rice plantation, wealthy and less fortunate houses, and the brick factories’ chimneys to be seen in the distance. More than 4 brick factories are surrounding the school, including KC and W, the largest of Imadol. Many families are working there during seasonal time, once the monsoon is over and the bricks can properly dry, generally from October to May. Manisha Nepali is supported by CONCERN and AP since 2017. She never lived in a brick factory but is working in the kilns in dry season. On Saturdays and public holidays, her main tasks are to flip bricks and to put these into piles. The 12-years old student started helping her mother in the kilns two years ago.

    The little playground from Suryodaya School where 85 pupils from grade 1 to 5 are used to play during recess. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Manisha is doing very good at school and her teacher considers her to be able to achieve her dream of being a nurse if she continues to be as hardworking. She added that Manisha’s household is difficult because of an alcoholic and violent father. However, Manisha seems to take refuge in her studies that she said she loved to pursue, especially sciences. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    From the first day, the difference to other schools previously seen was striking. The children’s precarious clothing condition particularly drew my attention. It seems insane to me to compare levels of poverty when families struggle everyday to feed their children, especially because all families supported by CONCERN are from a very poor economic background. When one child comes barefoot to school, or with ruined sandals, while another supported student wears shoes – even though the shoes might be worn out, as I mentioned in my previous blog – it is appealing to me that these shoeless children deserve more help and attention.

    Many children are in need of a school dress in Suryodaya School. The kids in the back wear their brand new uniforms sponsored by CONCERN, but many more school dresses are needed for the pupils. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    The difference between those with shoes and those without is striking. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    I never saw children so genuinely happy to get a new school dress. It was a very touching but also heart-breaking moment. However, as one can expect, when 10 children receive sponsored uniforms, it raises incomprehension and a feeling of injustice for the remaining children that are also in deep need of those. It also raises again the omnipresent challenge of the development sector: if it is known in advance that an organisation can’t sponsor all children, should it still sponsor only a few, at the risk of creating tensions between pupils and their families, giving them the feeling that some are “worth” the sponsorship and not the others? If the organisation choses to sponsor only a few kids, how to choose these in a fair way? Depending on the utilitarist vision of each organisation, the decision and their implementation may vary, but the consequences are the same: a line is drawn between two distinct groups. That dichotomy can lead to damages to the opposite of what the sponsorship aimed to achieve.

    Anmol is an average student that repeated class 1 and according to his teacher he is now doing carefully his homework and is eager to learn. His grandmother brings him to school everyday and cares about his education. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Kamala is a 6-years old girl enrolled at Suryodaya school in Imadol (Lalitpur), who is supported jointly by CONCERN and AP since 2018. Her mother work in a brick factory and her father is a worker in the labour sector. She never lived in a brick factory but she helps her mom in seasonal time, where she is mixing mud all day on Saturdays. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Sabin is a 6-years old student enrolled at Suryodaya school in Imadol (Lalitpur), who is supported jointly by CONCERN and AP since 2018. His mother is working as a construction labourer his father is absent. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Facing the incomprehension and jealousy from the other children enrolled at Suryodaya school that were not supported by CONCERN and did not receive a brand new school dress, Raj Kumar took the necessary steps to remedy the situation. The days following our uniform distribution, the principal and his friends had taken the measurements of 35 kids in need of a school dress and went to the tailor shop to sponsor 35 more uniforms. “If tie and belt are compulsory, no child would come to school, because no family can afford it. I want to see my students in school, accordingly you will see many of them without tie and belt”, told us the principal and his statement had so much the ring of truth.

     

    Raj Kumar Shah standing at Shree Phaidhoka Lower Secondary School’s gate. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Seven teachers and one assistant are working at Suryodaya School in Imadol. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Raj Kumar’s path is at the opposite of the roles of supervillains he is used to play in Nepali mainstream movies and series. Aged 18 and dreaming about becoming an actor, he left his village Goadbazar situated in Siddhartha district of the Nepal’s region of Terai, to try his luck in Kathmandu. In the capital, he eventually started to play in Nepali TV films and dramas, and meanwhile started to give free tuition to children from disadvantaged families that could not afford to go to school. Only a few years later, he became the principal of Suryodaya school, combining his actor career with his commitment to children living in a poor economic household.

    39 years ago the principal of Suryodaya School left his village for Kathmandu following his dream to become an actor. And he has been successful! He played in 65 movies until now. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    As such, for 8 children out of the 10 kids supported in Suryodaya school, it is the first year that they are enrolled in the 50 children program. They have been chosen by Raj Kumar because of their particularly vulnerable situation, even though they do not work in brick factories. Anmol (7) has been chosen by the principal of Suryodaya school, to be supported by CONCERN this year, because he is considered as being particularly vulnerable. His father passed away and his mother left home leaving Anmol to his grandparents that take care of him. Both of them worked as labourers but because they are already very old and Anmol’s only family, he would be all by himself if anything should happen. Raj Kumar also chose Bikash (10) to be sponsored because he considers him as living in a very vulnerable family, where the father is absent. His mother is raising Bikash and his two older siblings alone. His brother (15) dropped out from school last year and is now working in a hotel, while his sister is in class 5. The two brothers Raghav (4) and Rupak (8) also deserve particular support. Their mother run away and his father remarried with a woman that does not care about the children. Raghav and Rupak often have to go to their grandparents’ house to get food, medicine and attention. These kids are not working in a brick factory – a condition to be enrolled in the 50 Children Program – but they need help, and it seems difficult to criticize Raj Kumar’s choice to pick up the most vulnerable children for the program.

    According to his teacher, Bikash would improve quickly his school level if he is encouraged and supported, but he has a single mother that is very busy and has barely time to look after him. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    On the question if he is working, Raghav answered that he was “catching frogs”. He does not work in a brick factory and also does not live there, but he knows where the brick factory is situated because “there are a lot of cars stationed at the entrance”. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    Rupak is a 8-years old student enrolled at Suryodaya school in Imadol (Lalitpur), who is supported jointly by CONCERN and AP since 2018. According to the teachers, Rupak has an average level and concentration problems, but he has potential to realise, if he received more attention. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

     

    When I first started to ask Raj Kumar a few questions about himself and the role he plays as a principal in struggling against child labour in Imadol area, particularly affected by children working in brick factories, he did not really answer. He urged me to provide his school with stationery, food for the children or more money for educational tools. Once Raj Kumar realised that my only power was to write about him to draw the reader’s attention on his school children’s needs, he started to open himself up. I drew the portrait of a man whose perseverance and beliefs in the power of education, added to a bunch of dynamism and generosity express a strong commitment to the children and their families. For the past 27 years, he played the role of a villain, but behind his screen image of diabolic Mr. Bhai of the movie Bandhan (1996) and over the years, he helped hundreds of kids. He does his best to ensure the children a bright future, trying to overcome their condition by supporting their school education. Raj Kumar is far more close to Dr. Shah than to Mr. Bhai.

    The walls of Suryodaya School have been recently decorated by an international NGO. (Lalitpur/Lara Cerosky)

  128. The Climb

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    Meet Honorable Dhamkali Chaudhary…50

    Dhamkali Chaudhary ~ 50.  Member of Provincial Assembly, Dang District

    She is a Member of Provincial Assembly, State No. 5, representative from Dang District and serves on the National Agricultural Committee. This is her story.

    Born in 1968 in Babai Gaun village in Dang district, Nepal, provincial assembly member Dhamkali Chaudhary grew up in a small village but in a large extended family of about 50-60 family members. Her entire family worked for a landlord who provided them with land and grain in exchange for their work and hired paralegal toronto landlord tenant for better property management. Her parents had 8 children in total (6 girls & 2 boys) and she was the eldest of them. Her parents supported the family working as tenant farmers. At this time, bonded labor was legal in Nepal. She says that her father told her that his grandfather owned 2 acres of land previously, but it was taken from him through trickery as he was too naïve and illiterate. This is how her entire extended family came to work for a landlord.

    Dhamkali always wanted to attend school like the children of the landlord she says. Every morning when they left for school, she would feel sad and wonder how it felt to attend school. She would write on flat rocks using a piece of stone while she would look after the cattle. She began performing domestic chores at the age of 8. Her entire childhood was spent on the farm and the cowshed. Dhamkali got married at the age of 15 and was freed from the bonded labor system. Her husband’s family owned land on which they practiced subsistence farming. She would also sell vegetables and firewood at a nearby local market. She is blessed with 4 children, 2 girls and 2 boys.

    Dhamkali began getting involved with BASE in 1999. I would attend trainings organized by BASE and I eventually signed up for a Women Adult Education Program that was being implemented by BASE. BASE assisted her, along with 2 other women, to register at school and facilitated them with the required registration fees. Unfortunately, she could attend school for 2 days out of the week and her son who was very young at the time would her accompany her to school. The rest of the week she would perform household chores and run her small business to supplement her husband’s income.

    Dhamkali and her daughter attended the same class from grade 5 – 9. Her daughter was very uncomfortable sharing a class with her mother but after some time she got accustomed to it. Young boys at school would make fun of her and tease her while at school. Her peers also did not welcome the idea of her attending school. They would often ask her what she would gain by attending school at such a ‘late’ age. Through it all, Dhamkali stayed focused and committed to completing her studies. She sat for her national exam (School Leaving Certificate, SLC) in 2005 but did not perform well. She re-sat the exam in 2009 and passed her exams. She hoped to attend college for further studies but was unable to because she wanted to use the available funds to send her children to college and give them the opportunity to further their studies.

    After passing her SLC exams, Dhamkali began working with WOREC Nepal. WOREC is a movement-based organization that focuses on the premise of women rights and social justice as a prerequisite for peace, social justice and sustainable development. She initially served as a social mobilizer and would advocate for women empowerment through mainstreaming. She then joined the Communist Party Nepal and became an active member of it. All this time, she maintained presence at the grassroot level with her local community. For instance, she is an active Executive Committee Member of a local Community Forest Users’ Group. Through WOREC, she was able to organize a number of sessions that dealt with women issues such as healthcare and domestic violence and through this she developed a lot of relationships with members of the public which would be vital for her political career. While working for WOREC, she also realized that the good work that was being done by NGOs could not be sustainable unless it received support from policy makers. She was nominated by her party to vie for the Member of Provincial Assembly position. She won the election and has been serving since December 2017.

    She concluded her story saying that she deeply believes in the slogan, ‘Women for Women’. Nepal needs more women political leaders she said. More than half of the Nepali population is female, but we certainly cannot say the same for its leaders. Though the percentage of women in politics has more than doubled over the last 20 years, it still stands at 23%, according to the World Economic Forum’s 2017 Global Gender Gap report, meaning we will see gender equality in political representation in about 82 years. But women’s voices are needed in the political arena now more than ever as women’s rights and access to healthcare are repeatedly at the center of debate, she said. Her advice to other young girls is to speak up for their rights and to read. She notes with concern that the dropout rate of girls in Nepal is on the rise and is urging them to remain in school and to complete their studies. Education is the key to success, she reminds me.

  129. Two Swords

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    Backward Society Education (BASE) is usually described by its members and supporters as a nongovernmental organization (NGO) that implements development programs. After my stay in Tulsipur working closely with BASE, I realized that BASE is much more than that. It is a powerful social movement that is transforming the Tharu society and the socio-political relation between the Tharu and high caste Hindus in five districts (Dang, Bardiya, Banke, Kailali and Kanchanpur) of west Nepal.

    With more than 300,000 active members, and a staff of 262, BASE is, by far, one of the largest NGOs in Nepal. It is also the most successful. No other NGO in Nepal has been able to mobilize as many people as BASE to actively and effectively implement development programs. BASE, especially in its early stages, also encountered intense opposition from certain members of the landed ruling class in all five targeted districts. BASE’S leadership has since used various strategies that have largely neutralized this opposition.

    BASE’S success contains important lessons for both Nepali NGO staff members and expatriate development workers; especially those who are working with oppressed, impoverished ethnic minority groups. My primary reason for writing this blog is to pass these lessons on through a short account of BASE’s institutional development. A secondary reason is to continue to raise awareness about some serious human rights problems (bonded labor primary among them) that exist in BASE’S five target district. Another reason is to generate interest about grassroots leadership in other parts of Nepal. This is a very important aspect of Nepal’s development, and yet surprisingly little has been written about it. There is much that development professionals can learn from BASE’s very effective leadership.

    Meet Dilli Chaudhary (BASE’s Founder) and Churna Chaudhary (BASE’s Executive Director)…

    In His Early Days Founding BASE

    Dilli Chaudhary ~ Founder Of BASE

    Churna Chaudhary ~ Executive Director Of BASE

    In the directed leadership of these two, BASE has been able to achieve the following;

    • 300,000 members in five districts of western Nepal
    • Established a new decentralized administrative/organization structure
    • Designed and implemented over 50 projects since its inception

    There are several reasons for the tremendous support that BASE has received from the Tharu in western Nepal. Because of severe poverty and repression there was a tremendous pent-up need for the programs offered by BASE. Literacy, economic self-sufficiency, organizational strength and a capacity for rational, well-executed political activism are well empowering. Dilli was able to communicate this to the Tharu. With the generous help of many donors, BASE has been able to implement programs that have given the Tharu these resources.Decentralization has given BASE members the authority to design and implement program that address the specific needs of their community (at the village, area and district level,) this policy fosters a sense of  responsibility for, and pride in, BASE program among the organization’s members.Participation ion BASE programs in a real source of status for the Tharu as it makes them appear progressive to the Nepali society at large.

    As BASE’s membership has grown (to the point that the majority of the Tharu in hundreds of villages are BASE members) the peer pressure to join BASE activities has increased accordingly.

    Dilli’s extraordinary personal qualities and leadership skills have motivated many Tharu to join BASE. He has unshakable strength and commitment that has withstood beatings, imprisonment, destitution and extended periods of isolation. Dilli also has tremendous confidence and a certain regal bearing which along with his intelligence, political acumen and communication skills have won him the utter devotion of the Tharu in western Nepal.

    Dilli also has excellent interpersonal skills. He is always in complete control of his emotions and brings a remarkable combination of humility and assertiveness to his interactions with people. Dilli is strong enough to state what he believes in no matter how powerful the other person might be, and how much they might disagree with him, and he always treats people with courtesy and

    respect. I have never heard Dilli speak in a condescending manner to anyone. Dilli’s brilliance for communication has been a major factor in maintaining the solidarity and spirit of political activism that has made the Tharus’ grassroots movement so popular, powerful and dynamic. For, example, under Dilli’s direction plays were performed several times a year in Tharu villages. These plays depicted oppressive landlords, bonded laborers, theft of Tharu land and the subsequent mass migration of Tharu out of the Dang valley. These are powerful symbols which, through effective public portrayal, are recharged with meaning, reminding the Tharu of what they are fighting for, and against, and thus maintaining the dynamism of their movement.

    Dilli also brings his gifts of communication to one-on-one interaction with people. Dilli’s network of supporters includes people from many different countries. And even his Nepali backers include people from a variety of ethnic and caste/class backgrounds. And yet Dilli is usually able to communicate with all of them with an equal degree of effectiveness. One thing Dilli does is not tell people a lot about what he has done but emphasizes the showing of his achievements. Dilli does not verbally describe the literacy classes, income generating and health program activities, motivation of BASE members, or other aspects of his organization. He requests that all his visitors are taken out to the villages, shown BASE’s programs in action and lets them decide for themselves what BASE has achieved. And when Dilli does describe his organization to people, he usually does so clearly and particularly. I have never heard Dilli put his foot in his mouth or misrepresent himself or BASE in any way. When he decided to pursue a political career, he brought in Churna, who shadows his in every sense of the way.

    Churna is a very mature and has remarkable moral fortitude. He has remained uncorrupted by power despite implementing several projects that have received donations of large amounts. They both still lead a very traditional life-style and are in constant contact with the Tharu villagers who support BASE. They have shared all of the risks and rewards of working for BASE and this a major reason why the Tharu in western Nepal remain so devoted to both BASE and Dilli, as Dilli himself says, “I must continue to live and work with the people we support. If I was to abandon their way of life or stay out of contact with them for an extended period I would lose their trust and never regain it.”

    Dilli also has tremendous political acumen, which has manifested itself in a variety of ways. For example, Dilli has done a masterful job of building up a strong network of supporters (from several different countries and Nepal). These include officials (both expatriate and Nepali) from various development agencies, Nepali civil servants, (including policemen, agricultural technicians and engineers), scholars, lawyers, diplomats (including Bangladesh’s ambassador to Nepal), social workers and tribal rights groups. This diverse array of supporters provides Dilli with different kind of resources, including financial support, training, advice and legal-political clout and protection. Dilli also has an uncanny ability to accurately judge people’s character and professional potential very soon after meeting them. This has enabled Dilli to consistently make good decisions about who to cultivate a professional relationship with, and who to avoid. As a result, BASE has benefitted tremendously from those individuals who Dilli has recruited to provide the organization with technical, political and/or financial support.

    Dilli and Churna are both amazingly precocious leaders. However, it is important to note that Dilli’s father was also a very successful, gifted leader who served as Padhan Panch (equivalent of Mayor) of Tulsipur, and later as a member of the Jilla Panchayat Samiti (District Governing Council). Dilli’s father’s reputation as a leader was so good that many people, including important government officials, used to come to him for advice. Dilli’s whole childhood can be seen as a “political apprenticeship” where he learned the Art of Leadership under the tutelage of his father and now has passed down his skills to his

  130. Bhagawati Shahi – The Exception that Proves the Rule?

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    This series of blog posts tells the stories of the people affected by chhaupadi, with a view to exploring different aspects of the practice in depth. All testimony and photographs in this series have been made available with the relevant subject’s express consent. A general introduction to chhaupadi is available here and there are more photographs in this album

     

    “My parents are very rigid when it comes to chhaupadi” says 18 year-old Bhagawati, who lives in Malika village, Dailekh District. She began menstruating when she was 16, and has since then been spending seven days every month in a cow shed a ten minute walk away from her house.

    In addition to the usual ban on entering the family home, Bhagawati’s family practices an orthodox form of chhaupadi that includes prescriptions which are slowly disappearing from other parts of mid- and far-western Nepal. Like most other girls in her district, she is forbidden from having physical contact with other persons. This rule is interpreted more strictly by her family members, however, who forbid her from even looking at a man while she has her period. Similarly, beyond a mere prohibition on the consumption of fruits or vegetables, she is not allowed to touch any such plants. If she does, her family believes that they will stop producing fruits or vegetables.

     

    Bhagawati Shahi

     

    Ironically, Bhagawati’s experiences seem to illustrate that more severe chhaupadi cases require commensurate exceptions to each rule, if the practice is to remain viable. For example, the rule prohibiting physical contact with other persons does not seem to apply to the young children who bring her food to eat in the cow shed. Despite this, Bhagawati says, “there are times when I’m extremely hungry but there is no one around to ask for food”.

    Likewise, the belief that she will cause plants to stop producing anything edible if she touches them does not apply to staple crops. When combined with the prohibition on entering the family home, this exception has extremely harmful consequences for Bhagawati. It has led her family to conclude that she needs to work long hours in the fields while she is menstruating, to make up for all the household chores she can’t do in the family home. “Although I am forbidden from doing so many things when I am menstruating, working on the farm is not one of them,” Bhagawati says, a mix of irony and frustration in her voice. “We are actually made to work harder during this time than usual.” This despite the fact that she sleeps badly in the cow shed and has to survive on a meagre diet that cuts out all meat, dairy, fruits and vegetables.

     

    Rice paddies in a neighboring village. Bhagawati spends her summers planting rice in her family’s field.

     

    Exhaustion is the result of all of this, which makes it difficult for Bhagawati to work towards her personal goals. “I plan to study hard and to become a knowledgeable person,” she says. Next year she will be in the final grade of Binayek School, which is an hour’s walk from her house, and hopes to continue her academic trajectory thereafter: “I want to study for as long as I can”. It is difficult for her to find the time and energy to devote to her studies, however, while she is subjected to chhaupadi. Given that she is forced into the cow shed for seven days each month, Bhagawati has to work harder than usual a quarter of the total time she spends at school, to overcome the effects of poor nutrition, bad sleep and hard physical labor. This puts her on an uneven footing with her male classmates, who do not have to deal with these disadvantages.

     

  131. Durga Shahi – The Long Arm of the Law

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    This series of blog posts tells the stories of the people affected by chhaupadi, with a view to exploring different aspects of the practice in depth. All testimony and photographs in this series have been made available with the relevant subject’s express consent. A general introduction to chhaupadi is available here and there are more photographs in this album

     

    19 year-old Durga comes from a community that practices an orthodox form of chhaupadi. The prescriptions are strict and customary enforcement is rigorous. She gives some examples, drawing on her own experience, to explain what this means in practice.

     

    Durga during her interview

     

    “My family is very traditional and does not even allow me to enter the compound of our house. When I start menstruating, I have to stay away from this area for seven days. During this time, I am also forbidden from drinking or eating any milk products—if I do, my family believes that the buffalo or cow that gave the milk will become impure, and any milk that it produces can no longer be offered to the gods in our temples.” Almost every imaginable aspect of her life is circumscribed during this time in some way—even down to her own personal hygiene. “I am only allowed to bathe during the first day of my period, and then on the third, fifth and seventh day”—regardless of whether she is actually still menstruating at that point. In addition, she and the other banished women are forbidden from touching communal water taps in the village. Their community has installed separate chhaupadi taps so that even the girls’ water source is segregated.

     

    Shepherds on the terraces surrounding Malika

     

    What is it about Malika village that makes it so resistant to chhaupadi reform? Located in Dailekh District, the community is nestled between steep hills reaching altitudes of over 4,000 meters. There are no paved roads connecting the village to the closest town, and landslides often cut it off from surrounding areas (my colleagues and I had to walk for five hours to reach it). Given its remoteness, the lack of economic opportunity in Malika is perhaps unsurprising. Durga’s father (just like many men in the area) left the community to find work in India, where he serves as a contract laborer, leaving Durga’s mother to look after the farm. The Nepali government’s policies to eradicate chhaupadi have many obstacles to overcome if they are going to have any meaningful impact in this community.

     

    A typical farmhouse of Dailekh District – taken close to a neighboring village of Malika

     

    In 2005, the Supreme Court of Nepal declared chhaupadi an unconstitutional practice in a landmark ruling, using its powers to bring the legal framework of the time in line with the former Constitution. It issued a directive order requiring the government to take a number of measures to tackle the practice. The Ministry of Women, Children and Social Welfare accordingly introduced the Chhaupadi Elimination Directive in 2008, formally committing the government to, among others, a public awareness campaign and the introduction of programs for social, financial and political empowerment of the affected women and girls.

    This Friday, 17 August 2018 (or Bhadra 1, 2075 in the Nepali calendar), marks another milestone in the legal battle against chhaupadi. On this day, the Criminal Code Act 2047, which contains provisions that criminalize the practice, will enter into force. Anyone who forces a girl or woman into a chhau goth will be liable for a fine of NRs 3,000 (approximately USD 30) and / or up to three months’ imprisonment.

     

    Photograph taken from the dirt road leading to Malika

     

    The Nepali government and civil society have the tools they need on the statute books to eliminate chhaupadi, but can the long arm of the law reach Malika and make a difference for girls like Durga? Enforcement of laws criminalizing similar traditional practices (such as child marriage) is often lackluster, owing to insufficient resources for effective implementation and the deeply-rooted social beliefs that underpin the practice—beliefs that in many cases are held by the very agents of the state who are expected to enforce the law. For this reason, there is consensus among civil society actors that the law is in and of itself insufficient to eradicate chhaupadi. When combined with other advocacy measures, however, it becomes an important tool in the anti-chhaupadi toolbox.

    Durga told me that she knows very few girls who would be willing to file a criminal complaint against their parents. However, she believes the law will have an important deterring effect: “it will help if people realize that it is illegal”. In order to ensure that the legislation has this impact, it will be important for NGOs to raise as much awareness as possible about the law and how it works. This will give young women seeking to escape the practice a very strong argument that they can raise with their families, many of which are already taking gradual steps to moderate their chhaupadi practice.

     

    Durga after her interview, immersed in tought

     

    If there are any brave young women and girls who would be willing to hold their families criminally liable for forcing them into the chhau goth, it will be important to give them access to legal aid. This will help to ensure that correct procedures are followed in registering their claims and that they are fully aware of the steps they need to take to build a strong case. Such advice can only be given by experienced legal practitioners, as they will depend on the facts of each individual case. Fortunately, NGOs such as the Forum for Women, Law and Development (FWLD), a partner of the Centre for Agro-Ecology and Development (my host organization), offer such pro bono services to claimants who would otherwise be unable to afford them.

     

    Photograph taken at the FWLD office in Kathmandu during a meeting attended by CAED Executive Director, Samita Pradhan (second from left). CAED and FWLD have analyzed the extent to which the government has adequately prepared for the enforcement of the criminalizing chhaupadi in a report for the UN Committee on the Elimination of Discrimination Against Women. Courtesy of FWLD.

     

    With such a multi-pronged approach, Nepali civil society can use the law criminalizing chhaupadi that will enter into force this week to challenge the practice from multiple angles. As with most movements for social change, rights advocates can achieve the greatest results by tackling a given practice from different fronts as part of a concerted strategy. This is the best way to help girls like Durga, who doesn’t want to report her parents to the police, but fully intends to use the new law to her advantage. “I already know that for me, chhaupadi won’t end overnight,” she says. “This change will happen gradually, as awareness grows among my people.”

     

  132. Child Marriage and Religion in Zimbabwe

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    Evelyn photographed in Harare, June 2018.

     

    When Evelyn was thirteen years old, her brother became seriously ill and she went to her village’s Apostolic church to seek help from one of its spiritual healers. The African Apostolic Church mixes evangelical Christian beliefs with traditional culture and has over a million followers in Zimbabwe. Colloquially, it is called the “White Garment Church” because its devotees wear spotless white robes and worship outdoors under white banners. Drive through Harare on Friday, the Apostolic day of worship, and you’ll see groups of white-robed worshipers gathered in open-air churches in fields or under Zimbabwe’s namesake rock formations.

    Evelyn prayed fervently at the White Garment Church for her brother’s recovery. After the service, the Apostolic healer asked Evelyn to remain behind and speak with him. She agreed, hoping that he would offer a special prayer for her brother. Once the other worshipers had left and they were alone, the priest raped her.

    When Evelyn told her parents about the assault, they confronted the healer, even though he was the son of the local chief and had considerable influence in their village. Evelyn’s attacker offered to marry her, saying that he would pay Evelyn’s father Lobola, or bride price, and compensate him with cattle.

    An Apostolic priest and his congregation in Harare.

     

    Evelyn wanted nothing to do with her attacker—he was in his fifties and she was only thirteen—but her parents forced her to marry him because she was no longer a virgin and they believed that her lack of virginity brought shame to the family.

    Evelyn’s marriage was not a happy one. Her husband had four other wives, all of whom were young women or girls, and she soon discovered that he was both physically and sexually abusive. Evelyn did not want to have children in this environment and began taking family planning tablets, but her husband discovered them and beat her. Members of the African Apostolic Church often seek to elevate their standing within the congregation by having many children whom they can bring into the church as new followers.

    When Evelyn discovered she was pregnant, she attempted to escape, but her husband found her and dragged her home. “Every five months, I would try to run away,” she told the Woman Advocacy Project. “But he would look for me everywhere and find me. I once tried to take my son and run, I went to my brother’s house, but I saw him coming in the distance and I fled. I went to my aunties’ place, but he didn’t have any trouble locating me there.” After one of her attempts to escape, Evelyn’s husband took all of her clothes and hid them in order to prevent her from leaving.

    After several years and six unsuccessful escape attempts, Evelyn managed to flee to Harare. Although she was finally free of her husband’s violence, she had to leave her son behind—a choice that she still finds tremendously painful. Evelyn’s husband is now the chief of their village and he has considerable influence over the local courts, which have awarded him sole custody of the child. In secret, Evelyn used to visit her son at school; when her husband learned of the visits, the school banned her from the premises. Her husband has threatened to notify the police if Evelyn tries to contact her son again. It has been more than three years since she last saw the child.

    An Apostolic place of worship in the Waterfalls neighborhood of Harare.

     

    My last few posts have discussed how poverty, limited access to education, inadequate knowledge of sexual and reproductive health, and harmful social norms fuel child marriage in Zimbabwe. In this post I’ll take a look at another cause of early marriage: the harmful practices that are common in African Apostolic sects.

    Child marriage, forced marriage, and other human rights violations, including virginity testing, are widely practiced among Zimbabwe’s Apostolic groups, and particularly in rural areas. Many of these congregations discourage girls’ education and forbid married girls to attend school. According to a UNFPA report, rates of child marriage are significantly higher among Apostolics: 23% of Apostolicadolescents are married, compared to 9% of adolescents who belong to traditional religious communities.

    Apostolic Church doctrine places a high value on virginity. Girls as young as twelve are often pushed into marriages—usually too far older men—in order to ensure that they do not become sexually active out of wedlock. As one woman member of an Apostolic church in Zimbabwe reported to Human Rights Watch, “As soon as a girl reaches puberty, any man in the church can claim her for his wife.”

    These marriages are sometimes forced. “Some men in these [Apostolic] churches claim to have dreamt being married to you, they say, ‘you were given to me in spirit’ and you are forced to go to him,” a girl in rural Zimbabwe told UNFPA.

    Several young women told WAP that young girls are often lined up and chosen for marriage by White Garment Church elders. This selection usually follows “virginity testing,” or the insertion of fingers into the vagina in order to confirm that the hymen is intact. (The World Health Organization calls this practice a human rights violation that has no scientific grounding.)  “If found to be virgins they get marks on their foreheads. Older men in the church will then choose these ‘fresh girls’ to become their wives, often joining polygamous unions. If a man marries a woman who is not a virgin, she is required to find a virgin girl for her husband to marry as compensation,” said Archbishop Johannes Ndanga, president of the Apostolic Churches Council of Zimbabwe.

    Zivanai and her children in Chitungwiza, Zimbabwe.

     

    Polygamy is common in Apostolic sects. Zivanai, a 28-year-old member of the Apostolic faith, told WAP that when she was eighteen years old, she married a man who had two other wives. “His first wife has six children, his second wife has four,”Zivanai said. “We all stay with him and each night he goes in a circle, from one woman to the next.”Over the past ten years, Zivanai has given birth to four children and is currently pregnant. Her husband does not provide any financial support and none of her children are attending school.

    The Apostolic sect rewards men who bring many children into the church as followers. This rewards system incentivizes husbands to have more wives and children than they can support. As a result, these unions often lead to poverty and leave women and children vulnerable to domestic abuse. “My father had six wives and there were twenty-six children,” Rudo, a young woman living in Chitungwiza, told WAP. “My father was praying with the White Garment Church. That is the culture. When you are growing in the church, you have many wives to bring in more followers.”

    Rudo’s father was often violent. After several years of abuse, Rudo’s mother and two of the other wives ran away.“After my mother left, there was no one to take care of me, no one cared for me,” she said. Her brother would hit her and Rudo felt alone and helpless. “I sought out a boyfriend because I faced a difficult situation at home,” she told WAP. When she was seventeen, she was seen out with a boyfriend. Worried that she was no longer a virgin, Rudo’s family forced her to marry the boy. Today Rudo and her husband are still together and have five children.“I’m not happy in my marriage. I feel like I’m living my mother’s life,” she says.

    In recent years, several Apostolic church leaders have pledged to end child marriage in their congregations, but these efforts have yet to reach many communities throughout Zimbabwe. WAP calls on all Apostolic sects to respect women and girls’ rights by ending child and forced marriages, committing to women and girls’ equality, and discontinuing the degrading and unscientific practice of virginity testing.

    Names and identifying details in this story have been changed.

     

    An Apostolic congregation in Harare.

  133. #9: Mr. Nguyen Huu Phuc and family

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    We visited Mr. Phuc’s family on July 4, 2018. They are the ninth Agent Orange Campaign beneficiaries thanks to the generous support of a longtime friend of the AEPD and AP partnership. As a result, the Campaign is on its way to support three beneficiaries this year!

    Meet Mr. Nguyen Huu Phuc’s family

    Mr. Phuc and Ms. Thanh

    Mr. Nguyen Huu Phuc and his wife, Ms. Nguyen Thi Thanh, live in the Tuyen Hoa district of the Quang Binh province with their son, Nguyen Van Tam, and daughter, Nguyen Thi Nam. The couple had eight children, five of which are affected by Agent Orange exposure. Of these five, Tam, Nam, and Nguyen The Bay are the surviving three. Two of their siblings passed away “many years ago”. Nguyen The Bay has mental disabilities but is able to live in his own home nearby. He receives 1.4M VND (~$60 USD) per month in Agent Orange compensation.

    Nguyen Thi Nam, Mr. Phuc's daughter

    Nguyen Thi Nam is 28 years old. She was born with cerebral palsy as a result of her family’s Agent Orange exposure. Nam receives 1.4M VND (~$60 USD) per month in Agent Orange compensation. She is completely dependent on her parents’ care-taking and spends most of her time on her bed near the kitchen.

    The heat that day was unforgiving. Nam looked comfortable in the coolest area of the home with the fan blowing nearby. I greeted her as I approached and she responded with a smile, tracking the camera as I leaned in to take her portrait. Ms. Thanh smiled gleefully as she watched this interaction.

    Nguyen Van Tam, Mr. Phuc's son

    Nguyen Van Tam is 25 years old. He was born with cerebral palsy as a result of his family’s Agent Orange exposure. Like Bay and Nam, Tam also receives 1.4M VND (~$60 USD) per month in Agent Orange compensation. He spends the majority of his days lying on his bed directly in front of the home’s double doors. The fan cools his skin. During our conversation, Mr. Phuc alternates between sitting on the floor with us and sitting beside Tam, holding his hand gently and caressing his hair. They have a really beautiful bond.

    Mr. Phuc received his cow and calf

    In consultation with Mr. Hoc, an AEPD Outreach Worker, Mr. Phuc elected to rear a cow and calf. Mr. Phuc explained that he and his wife are aging and their health is declining. They will use the female cow to produce fertilizer and calves for sale to supplement the income they earn from their 1000 square meters of rice field. The couple used to raise pigs but found it to be too intensive and risky. When they are no longer able to tend to their rice field, they will live primarily from the cow-rearing income.

    Visiting Mr. Phuc’s family was made even more special because we witnessed Mr. Phuc receiving his cow and calf from the cow salesman. Mr. Hoc facilitated the sale. The Agent Orange Campaign model requires that the Outreach Worker facilitate the exchange of the resource (in this case the cow and calf) and the money.

    Mr. Tam, the cow salesman arrived within minutes and joined us. Mr. Hoc and Mr. Phuc reviewed the business plan and reestablished Mr. Phuc’s commitment to it. Mr. Hoc pulled out money from his backpack and counted it in front of all of us (cow salesman included). He then handed it over to the cow salesman and asked him to count it, again out loud. Mr. Hoc took a video of this exchange as proof of payment. The cow salesman nodded in agreement and looked over to Mr. Phuc.

    Mr. Phuc, Mr. Hoc, and Mr. Tam

    Mr. Phuc, Mr. Hoc, and Mr. Tam (the cow salesman) pose for a photograph upon the cow and calf’s official purchase. 

    We all got up, put on our shoes, and headed to the small garden in front of Mr. Phuc’s home. Holding the cow’s rope, Mr. Hoc said a few words, shook hands with the cows salesman, and proudly handed over the rope to Mr. Phuc. In that moment, the cow and calf were officially purchased and the business plan had launched.

    Mr. Phuc, Ms. Thanh, AEPD staff, and Mr. Tam

    A snap of the team. From left to right: Mr. Hoc (AEPD Outreach Worker), Mr. Phuc, Ms. Thanh, Mr. Tam (cow salesman), AEPD Staff (Ashley, Ngoc, Seanin, me, and Mr. Vinh).

     

  134. The Challenge of Prioritizing

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    Parents and children enrolled in Phaidhoka school listening to the headmaster’s speech on the importance of education. (Bhaktapur/LC)

     

    They are quiet. They are standing next to their classmates or sitting next to their parents for those whose parents could skip their jobs to come to the schools. They are listening to the headmaster’s words on the importance of being a hard-working student. They are listening to my speech on the necessity of being studious to achieve their dreams, because being educated enough to chose which kind of job they desire to do is an incredible advantage – recalling the most important thing my father ever told me about education – and finally they are listening to Prakash’s comments on CONCERN’s commitment to the kids and their families.

     

    Distribution day 1: Prakash and Sarita waiting for the 10 children of Dattatraya school and their parents. (Bhaktapur/LC)

     

    On the chance to get a uniform

    Once a year, all kids enrolled in the 50 Children Program receive their new uniform and school bag. Along with school fees that include admission and registration fees, exam fees three or four times a year, CONCERN supports parents with a full range of school necessities such as stationery, school dress, tie and belt, bags and shoes. Children who devote more time to sports are provided with shows designed for running about which you can read more on the Shoehero website. Nurturing this interest will not only help the children get better at it, but it may also lead to a high earning career. When necessary, CONCERN also spends money on computer teaching classes, special and vocational courses for those schools where these classes are compulsory. Last but not least, some schools ask for a library contribution, first aid fees or snack and lunch support. As depicted, education support does not only include basic support but also the kind of services that are not coming immediately to mind when thinking about school fees, but that help a child to adapt and fit within his school environment.

    A schoolgirl from Dattatraya bowing her head while receiving her new school dress. (Bhaktapur/LC)

     

    Asmita is holding her brand new bag surrounded by Prakash and Sarita. (Bhaktapur/LC)

     

    Many parents showed us their gratitude, pointing at CONCERN’s logo next to The Advocacy Project’s logo printed on the front of their children’s new bags. It is obviously much easier for parents to deal with their tight household budget if they get support regarding school expenses. The saved money helps them to buy healthier food for their children and even to buy other clothes and shoes. Some kids have nothing else to put on than their uniforms, that they wear every day, even on school-free Saturdays. In such cases, it is an extreme relieve for families to be offered a school dress, while they “only” need to purchase another one. Kids will then alternate between two uniforms for the upcoming 365 days.

    Asmita’s father refuses to send his two daughters to work. (Bhaktapur/LC)

     

    CONCERN’s help for example, enables Manju’s mother to spend more money on her other children’s school expenses that she has to afford by herself.

    Asmita’s father on his side, is grateful towards CONCERN because it encourages him not to send his two young daughters to work once they would be physically strong enough.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    On the reflection behind lacking shoes

    This year, CONCERN’s budget was too tight to provide children with shoes. Either kids will have to wear their previous pair shoes for another year – if they still fit their feet size – or parents will have to buy a new pair. It is too easy to pretend that if one child grows out of his uniform or shoes, he can buy some second hand from older children. Since these are worn all year long, it’s obviously not easy to buy good quality school dresses and shoes from the second hand market, if one should exist. Another reason is that uniforms are tailored to meet individual sizes.

    Distribution day 2: Prakash, Sajesh and Sarita preparing the bags and dresses to be distributed. (Bhaktapur/LC)

     

    In any case, families’ difficulties to afford school garments reveals the underprivileged background these children come from. Since they are already attending public schools with high school fees, it remains uncertain where the household budget will need to be cut in order to meet the school financial requirements.

    CONCERN supports 7 families at Bagiswori school. (Bhaktapur/LC)

     

    In a country where the formal section of education does not necessarily provide full basic education for all children, many kids dropout or even fail to enter the education system, mostly because of high school fees and low incomes. Moreover, the gap left by uneven public school’s educational standard opened the market for the private sector. In 2016, there were 6,015 private secondary schools for 29,207 public secondary schools in Nepal. In 2017, the lower-secondary level of private schools accounted 17.2% of all school enrollments, compared to 13.6% in 2011. The private sector is believed to provide better quality education but the schools are very expensive and only affordable by the higher society. In any case, the question should not be about making private schools more accessible but on how to increase public school’s educational standard, while getting more governmental funds in order to help them providing good education at affordable cost.

    Roman, one of the youngest supported children from the 2018 program received his uniform for LKG class. (Bhaktapur/LC)

    To me, investing in a new pair of shoes that is worn every single day, in school or not, protecting feet (we should not underestimate the importance of taking care of our feet, they support the weight of our body for our whole life) should come before school dresses and co., despite the never-ending debate on benefits and inconvenient of imposing those at school. Ensuring that parents can pay basic education fees for their children in making education free or in decreasing costs should also come before the government’s decision to make uniform compulsory in governmental schools.

    In a country where public schools are poor and government funding sparse, the necessity to afford a school dress seems to be more important that ensuring access to good education for all. It’s all about prioritizing. But what to prioritize? Why and how?

     

    Would school fee exemption or no-fee policies make a difference?

    Prakash and I clowing around before the school dress distribution at Dattatraya school. (Bhaktapur/LC)

  135. The Pointy End

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    The economic status of the women of Nepal, in rural areas particularly, lags far behind that of their male counterparts. There is a strong bias in favor of male offspring in the country. This means that the girl child in Nepal is discriminated against from as early as birth and does not enjoy equal access to opportunities to enable her achieve development. This custom is the main reason why the situation for Nepalese women is characterized by low levels of access to education, economic, social and political opportunities as well as healthcare. Despite continued efforts by the government, non-governmental organizations and international development agencies to empower women in Nepal, significant improvement in their social and economic status is yet to be seen and felt at the grass root level.

    Women of the Tharu Community – Bijuri Village

    Sustainable and continued development in Nepal will remain unattainable unless women achieve equal footing with me in the development process. There are significant gender-based inequalities in practically every sector. Disparities in access to education, ownership of assets, education, healthcare and social and economic mobility are still profound. The available empirical evidence from the 2011 census clearly suggests that the illiteracy levels among women are significantly higher than those of men (ranging from 26% to 47% among males and 47% to 66% among women). The data on the literacy levels for the Tharu and other disadvantaged groups of people is not available from the 2011 census. Given the fact that the social and economic conditions of poor people like the Tharu has not changed much in the past few years, it could be assumed that their literacy level also may have hardly registered any significant change. It is important to note however, that surveys conducted by INSEC (Informal Sector Service Center) suggests that the literacy situation among the Tharu has been improving in recent years.

    According to the Gender Development Index (GDI), Nepalese women face far worse socioeconomic conditions than women from any other South Asian country. Their maternal mortality rate associated with teenage pregnancies and low-quality healthcare services is alarming. It has been ranked among the highest in the world. In the professional arena, women remain far behind men as well. Participation in politics is yet another example. Only one-fifth of women hold political seats and the same pattern is consistent in professional occupations and administrative jobs. There is a substantial proportion of women who are economically active but the majority of them are casual laborers and / or unpaid family workers who are involved in subsistence farming as their way of life. More women need to take charge of their individual agendas, raise their status and capacity and push forward the country’s economic development goals. This is why the government and many NGOs have focused their efforts on empowering women. This is a concept that has taken center stage in the eradication of global poverty agenda and in line with several SDGs. The initiative rests on capacity building, awareness-raising, increased decision-making power at the household, community and national levels and organizing women in order to overcome unequal and unfair disparities.

    Women of the Tharu Community – Sukaura Village

    The concept of women empowerment places an emphasis on self-reliance but realizes a wider dimension for a much broader understanding and application. Allow me quote UNICEF’s broader women’s empowerment framework that focusses on five levels of equality:

    (From UNICEF’s website)

    1. Welfare: addressing the basic needs of women considering the structural causes
    2. Access: providing women access to resources such as schooling and micro-credit
    3. Conscientization: helping women to recognize the problems caused by existing socio-cultural arrangements, and their roles and rights to deal with inequalities
    4. Participation: encouraging women to take part in decision-making and working collectively to gain political representation
    5. Control: the final stage of empowerment where the balance of power between men and women is equal and the contributions of women are fully recognized

    I particularly like this empowerment framework because it can help development agencies including the government to determine at what point they would want to intervene so as to champion for equality. It is my personal opinion that one of the most important strategies that the government, non-governmental organization and international agencies need to focus more on is emphasizing women’s literacy and vocational training to spur local employment. There is a latent demand for education among these women who not only realize the value of education but want to attend schools and literacy classes in order to lead a better life. They acknowledge the empowering role of education. The ability to read and write is seen as a necessity to access information and employment opportunities. Some of the daughters of the women I met during my field visits to several villages already own a sewing machine. This could be an easy transition for them to learn the skill of the trade without breaking the bank.

    There is a tendency these days to give up on poverty, to dismiss it as a sad but inevitable part of our lives, particularly when even the economic giants of our time face economic challenges of their own. However, it is worth to remember that sheer grit, and a helping hand, can sometimes blaze a trail where none seems possible. I came to Nepal partly to identify and design a social, innovative project that could benefit Kamlaris and lift them out of poverty and the social injustice that they have faced for decades. I promptly met many amazing women who shared their stories with me and who reminded me something that my mother and my grandmother have always jokingly told me.

    “If you educate a man, you educate an individual. If you educate a woman, you educate a nation.” ~ African Proverb

    Lets give these women a chance to change their nation!

  136. Laxmi Bik – Superstition Ain’t the Way

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    This series of blog posts tells the stories of the people affected by chhaupadi, with a view to exploring different aspects of the practice in depth. All testimony and photographs in this series have been made available with the relevant subject’s express consent. A general introduction to chhaupadi is available here and there are more photographs in this album

     

    16 year-old Laxmi Bik, who has been spending close to a week every month in her family’s chhau goth (menstrual hut) for three years now, is no stranger to superstition. “Being there makes me very afraid and makes me want to stay inside the house,” she says. “I’ve told my parents this many times, but they don’t listen.”

     

    Laxmi Bik tells Dila Kadel of her ordeal. 

     

    There is a voice in Laxmi’s house that speaks louder than her own while remaining inaudible. The message it brings is not one of clearly articulated and verifiable facts or reasoned arguments, but rather of fear and trepidation. This voice clearly has her mother and grandmother’s ear. Laxmi had been warned by them many times not to enter the family home while she was menstruating, to avoid causing her entire family punishment.

    Laxmi may not believe in the doomsday forecasts of this voice, but she has good reason to fear for their effects. One day, during the middle of her period, Laxmi gathered the courage to show her family once and for all that they would not be punished for failing to banish her from the house. She walked from the chhau goth to the family home and stepped into the kitchen. Her mother turned away from the fire to see who had come inside and, after laying her eyes on Laxmi, looked as if she had just seen a ghost.

    Her body, already wound tight at the unexpected sight of her impure daughter, suddenly released its tension in a relentless, full-body tremble, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “It was as if a god had entered inside her”, Laxmi recalled with a defeated and somewhat fearful tone. Her grandmother, who was also in the room, reacted a little later (perhaps only after seeing Laxmi’s mother), complaining of an acute onset of unbearable pain. Laxmi left the house—the family home to which she belongs—and both grandmother and mother reported to feel much better in her absence.

    This video gives an impression of the role that superstition plays in perpetuating the chhaupadi practice. Courtesy of Guardian News & Media Ltd. 

     

    This conversation with Laxmi reminded me of part of the lyrics to the famous Stevie Wonder song: “When you believe in things that you don’t understand / Then you suffer / Superstition ain’t the way”. The devastating difference for Laxmi, however, is that she is the greatest victim of a superstition in which only her grandmother and mother believe.

     

  137. Manish Sapkota – Agent of Social Change

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    This series of blog posts tells the stories of the people affected by chhaupadi, with a view to exploring different aspects of the practice in depth. All testimony and photographs in this series have been made available with the relevant subject’s express consent. A general introduction to chhaupadi is available here and there are more photographs in this album

     

    “I try to talk with my friends and peers about the dangers of chhaupadi, both inside and outside school,” says 15-year old Manish Sapkota. We are sitting on the porch of one of the dwellings on the main market street of Gutu village, Surkhet District. The house is made of wood pillars covered with a mud rich in clay, leaving the floors and walls with a smooth, even finish. Manish, who lives next door, is quiet for a while and then adds “my friends usually listen, but their parents don’t.” After another pause, “whatever happens, I will keep raising awareness, because such a bad practice needs to end.”

     

    Market Street in Gutu village, Surkhet District.

     

    Manish has been chosen to participate in the “peer educator” program of the Centre for Agro-Ecology and Development (CAED). Every year, CAED convenes a group of bright adolescents with a strong commitment to social justice for a comprehensive “life skills” training session. “During this annual training, we learn about sexual and reproductive rights and health, principles of gender equality and related social justice issues such as child marriage,” Manish explains with enthusiasm. “We also learn how to communicate and advocate for our rights in a culturally-sensitive way, so that we can understand how to talk about these difficult issues in our communities without being afraid.” CAED reinforces these annual trainings with quarterly meetings, to help the peer educators brush up on what they have learned.

     

    Dipika Shrestha and Dila Kadel on their way to meet a group of peer educators. Dipika works for CAED and Dila, who conducts training sessions for the peer educators, works for a local partner organization (Women’s Association for Marginalized Women). 

     

    When asked what the peer educators do with such newly-acquired skills and knowledge, Manish explains that their core duty is to make it possible to start meaningful conversations about taboo subjects in their respective villages. Naturally, the peer educators are inclined to start having these conversations with their friends first. The result, as followers of this blog will recall from the stories of Sunita Dhungana and Balika Bik, is that young members of the community are empowered as agents of social change as they acquire the confidence to discuss very sensitive religious and superstitious practices with their parents. Some, such as Balika, have even managed to convince their families to allow daughters, sisters and mothers to sleep inside while they are menstruating.

     

    A mural painted by the students of the secondary school in Gutu depicting a man who experiences the dangers and superstitions surrounding menstruation. In the series of images (from left to right), he begins menstruating, is forced to sleep in the chhau goth (hut), is given food by relatives (who are not allowed to touch him) and sees a poisonous snake near the hut. 

     

    “We also learn very practical things,” says Manish. “For example, in last year’s training session, I was taught how to make reusable sanitary pads.” Feminine hygiene products are often unaffordable for members of Manish’s community, and, without them, girls find it difficult to attend school when they have their period. “Now I regularly teach my friends how to make these reusable pads, which make everyone’s lives much easier.”

     

    Classroom in Gutu village. 

     

    I wonder how my readers picture Manish, and whether they would be surprised to discover that he is a boy? Have you ever been introduced to a young man, in the place where you live, who spoke of periods and pads and the stigmas surrounding menstruation—without seeming uncomfortable in the slightest—during your first conversation?

     

    Manish Sapkota

     

    Manish’s courage to breach these topics within his community is a testament to the success of the peer educator program. It proves that it can instill the drive for social change among all members of the younger generation—even those who are not themselves subjected to such gender-based discrimination. With such widespread condemnation of the shame and harm that women suffer as a result of chhaupadi among the future leaders of the community, it can only be a matter of time before the inhabitants of Gutu village put a definite end to it.

     

    With some families already abandoning the practice, the prospects of escaping chhaupadi are looking brighter for these girls than for the generations that came before them.

     

  138. #11: Ms. Vo Thi Toa and family

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    I visited Ms. Toa’s family during my first field trip in early July. Ms. Toa met with Karen, an AP staff member, in January 2018. At the time, Ms. Toa’s family had been considered a potential beneficiary for the Agent Orange Campaign. Today, eight months later, the family’s situation has worsened and AEPD has identified them as next priority beneficiary family.

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    Ms. Voa Thi Toa

    Ms. Vo Thi Toa (above) is a 71 year-old powerhouse. We sit in her two-bedroom home donated by the Vietnamese Association for Victims of Agent Orange in the Bang Village of the Bo Trach District, Quang Binh. She is the head of her household and her family’s primary caregiver. Speaking softly yet firmly, she looks to her late husband’s, Mr. Nguyen, portrait every few minutes throughout our conversation. There is discernible pain in her voice and we learn that Mr. Nguyen passed away in 2005 of stomach cancer.

    Ms. Toa's family

    From left to right: (top) Long’s daughter, Long, Long’s son, Long’s eldest daughter, Ms. Toa, and (bottom) Nam. 

    He joined the army before 1975 and was exposed to Agent Orange. The couple had six children, three of which are affected by Agent Orange: Nguyen Thanh Nam (40 years old), Nguyen Ngoc Thang (38 years old), and Nguyen Thanh Long (34 years old). Their other three children are now married and have moved away to live with their families. They were not affected by Mr. Nguyen’s Agent Orange exposure.

    Nam, Ms. Toa's son

    Nam (above) is the oldest son. He is the most severely affected by his father’s Agent Orange exposure. Nam has cerebral palsy and is quadriplegic. He receives Agent Orange compensation of 1.3M VND (~$55 USD) per month from the government. Nam spends the majority of his time lying on his bed. Ms. Toa carefully adjusts him every so often to prevent bedsores. She admits that caring for them is becoming more physically tolling.

    Thang is married and lives with his family outside of Ms. Toa’s home. He suffers from peritonitis and cholecystitis and has had five surgeries so far. Thang receives 800,000 VND (~$35 USD) per month in Agent Orange compensation. Despite his physical ailments, Thang is doing considerably well thanks to his family’s support.

    We spend most of the time discussing Long’s latest health challenges. He is sitting with us at the table but does not say a word. He has two daughters and one son, all of whom live with him and Ms. Toa. They climb over him, the sofa, and Ms. Toa as she speaks.

    Lam, Ms. Toa's son, and his children

    Long and his daughters stand in the doorway as we leave their home.

    His wife works and lives in China but does not send them remittances. Ms. Toa explains that he has mental disabilities and epilepsy. The family went through all the procedures to get Agent Orange compensation for him in January 2018. Unfortunately, the state did not accept the application. They do not consider him an Agent Orange victim because his disabilities were revealed only a short time ago.

    Long had his first epileptic episode in October 2016. Ms. Toa was forced to sell the cow that had been used to work in rice fields to pay for his six-month treatment in Hue. When Karen visited the family, Ms. Toa mentioned that their biggest expense with regard to his health condition was the cost of traveling. The medication Long was taking was covered by insurance. Fortunately, he is now able to receive treatment at the local clinic (meaning there are fewer traveling costs) but, and very unfortunately, the medication he had been taking is no longer effective. Long is now taking a new medication and it is not covered by insurance.

    Ms. Toa bears the heavy burden of providing and caring for her family. She is keenly aware that they are all unable to work in the fields and is not currently engaged in any sustainable income generating activities (although she’d like to be). The family lives of the assistance from their neighbors and the state (i.e. Nam’s social allowance and her widow subsidy).

    She has consulted with Mr. Tuan, an AEPD Outreach Worker, and would like to rear a cow. Having raised cows before, she is familiar and comfortable with the process. She feels cow rearing, more specifically, for calf and fertilizer sales, is the most sustainable form of livelihood for her family. The income generated will pay for Long’s medical treatment (traveling and new medicine), food, and other household needs. Without this business plan and the resources to implement it, Ms. Toa will continue to rely on the aid of her community and will not be able to generate a sustainable source of income for years to come.

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    Ms. Toa, Lam (son), and her grandchildren

    Ms. Toa and her family (missing Nam). 

    The Agent Orange Campaign model works to provide a sustainable source of income for the beneficiary families. An income they can rely on for years to come that is either independent of other income-generating activities or not. If you read through her profile (above), you likely noticed that she had a cow and sold it to support her son’s medical treatment.

    Even though she had every right and reason to sell her cow, this detail may be disconcerting to friends of AP being asked to support her next cow-rearing activity. But it shouldn’t be. Ms. Toa has steadily and (in many ways) singlehandedly supported her family for the last two decades. What she chose to do with her previous cow was her decision, and her decision alone.

    In this situation, however, Ms. Toa will be entering a partnership with AEPD and is bound to implement the business plan to its fullest extent for the next two years. The business plan helps implement the activity, ensures its longevity, and supports the beneficiary’s financial literacy and therefore longterm savings/investment. Mr. Tuan, the Outreach Worker, will check in with Ms. Toa periodically (as he does with all Campaign beneficiaries) on the successes and challenges associated with implementing the plan.

    After the two years are over, Ms. Toa will be strongly encouraged to continue the cow-rearing model in the way that suits her best. For example, she may decide to sell the cow once it has produced as many calves as possible and keep a female calf. (See here for more information on the cow-rearing model.) However, because it is a partnership, she will always be required to obtain AEPD’s permission if she decides to sell the original cow for any reason. Thus, the partnership is an important part of the model as it holds the beneficiary, AEPD, and AP accountable.

    Based on my observations and conversations, Ms. Toa is fully committed to the plan and to investing in her family’s future.

  139. The Lion & The Rose

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    The Greek goddess of love, Aphrodite, was often depicted with roses adorning her head, feet and neck. The most common symbolism of this flower is beauty and love. But to me, the beauty of this flower expresses promise, hope and new beginnings that is contrasted by the thorns which symbolize defense, loss and pain. When I met Sima and heard her story, I was reminded of the rose. She has had a ‘thorny’ life, but through it all, she has held her head high and persevered. She tells me her real-life story of struggle and triumph!

    Sima Chaudhary ~ 17

    At age 17, Sima Chaudhary, a grade 10 student at Hindu Vidyapeeth Nepal School has been through what seems to be a journey of a thousand miles. Born in an informal settlement area of Ghorahi, Dang district in Nepal, she found herself in a home where her mother struggled to feed and educate her and her siblings. At the time, her mother worked as a casual laborer performing domestic chores at a landlord’s home which gave them a meager earning to survive on. Their situation was further worsened by the passing of her father when she was only 2 years old.

    Young girls from the Tharu community are predisposed to child labor, a lack of education, and in some cases sexual abuse mainly due to widespread poverty that characterizes the Tharu community. Backward Society Education (BASE) has rescued many young girls from the bonded labor system and has contributed to improving the socio-economic status of young girls like Sima and reducing their vulnerability in the society. In 2009, BASE rescued Sima from a landlord’s home in Nepal Gunj. She was 8 years old at the time and had worked for that landlord for 3 to 4 years where she would cook and wash clothes and dishes. Her mother had sent her to work for the landlord as a way of supplementing her family’s income. She had also been promised that her daughter would attend school but that was not the case. Typically, the children rescued by BASE would spend a month at the BASE children’s rehabilitation center before being returned to their parents. Unfortunately for Sima, her family was unable to take her back and provide her with an education. BASE pledged to her to the Children Peace Home (CPH) so that she could attend school and have a safe place to live. Sima says that she is very happy that BASE rescued her and placed her at CPH. She is doing well at school, this past exam she emerged position 3, and enjoys playing with the other children when she retunes home. Her favorite subjects at school are Social Studies and English. She is also an active member of the Eco and Peace Clubs. When I asked her what she wants to do in the future after school she said, “I want to help needy people like me.”

    As a mythical creature, the lion an auspicious symbol of valor, energy and wisdom. It also represents strength, goodness and the spirit of change. Bhola Nath Yogi, the principal of Hindu Vidyapeeth Nepal School and the founder of the Children’s Peace Home, has indeed defied all odds and become a beacon of hope in his community. As incredible as his story was of all the work that he has done for his community, it would take an even more radical turn in 2005, when Bhola built a children’s orphanage home on his family’s land. The home has helped street children, orphans and other desperate children by providing everything from shelter and clothing to education and medical care. Bhola has become a father to the fatherless.

    Founder - Hindu Vidyapeeth Nepal School & Children Peace Home

    Bhola Nagi Yogi. Founder – Hindu Vidyapeeth Nepal School & Children Peace Home

    While he is deservedly proud of the sanctuary he has built over the past 13 years, Bhola is clearly most pleased when he talks about the accomplishments of the children who call him father: a child like Sima Chaudhary who came to him when she was 8 years old and is now preparing to sit for her Secondary Education Examination (SEE) national exams in the April 2019. “They are very determined,” says Bhola of all the children, adding his next dream is to build more facilities to support more children on the organization’s site. “I believe you can transform the world, one child a time,” he says with a peaceful smile. “As a child, I wanted to be important, but where I am now is more important to the people around me.” Bhola supports 29 children who live at the orphanage and 182 students at the school.

    Extraordinary, indeed.

     

     

     

  140. Ivan Olanya

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    Ivan

    Ivan Olanya at Tochi

    Advocacy Project first met Ivan in 2015 at Tochi Primary School. He is a bright student with a one track mind. “I do not want a girlfriend; I just want to study to reach Standard 4.” When I ask him about after he finishes secondary school, he grins and looks down at the grass, “We’ll see.”

    Ivan suffers from a mild form of cerebral palsy which makes walking painful. He aspires to be an electrical engineer and to repay his mother, who has been supporting him, single-handedly, his whole life. “She doesn’t have a job; she works on the farm so that I can stay at a private school”. Ivan says his mom was the only person to encourage him. “You know, children just like to tease. Its fine until they realize you are not like them,  that you are different. Once they see you cannot run or jump or play football, they just laugh at you”.  Ivan goes silent for a long minute, reliving some of the bullying was clearly a lot to bear. “I could not even go to the bathroom because it hurts when I squat. This is why the [GDPU latrine] was so helpful for me. I could use the handrails without pain or fear of falling over.”

    He goes silent again, this time for much longer. He eventually comes back with a softer look on his face. “It’s better now that I am in secondary school. The students are much friendlier and there are other disabled students there. People still make jokes, but that does not matter. My disability does not stop me from doing anything.” The shift in optimism was stark but genuine. It seems like Ivan is used to shaking it off, letting go of the past in exchange for the future. Within seconds, he is talking about physics and mathematics. From 2015 to today



    Ivan has blossomed. He thanks GDPU and AP for helping him feel more comfortable in school and I thanked him for being an inspiration.

    Ivan Olanya at Tochi

  141. The Gift

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    It is not uncommon globally for minority communities to live in fear of eviction from their ancestral lands. Nepal is no exception. In Nepal, the ownership of land determines the economic prosperity, social status and the political hold a family or an individual has over the rest of the community. Land is probably the most important asset in any rural agrarian society. Rural community lands cover about two-thirds of Nepal’s land area. Like most developing countries, agriculture is the primary source of livelihoods for the majority of Nepal’s population. However, there is a large percentage of the population (approximately 25%) that do not have land to farm on. The situation is further worsened by the uneven distribution of agricultural land in the country.

    Fertile Lands Of The Tarai Region

    The exclusion of the Kamaiyas from access to productive assets such as land is one of the main reasons why poverty among the Tharu continues to permeate. Landlessness negatively impacts an individual’s right to food, housing, water, health and work because most of the community relies on subsistence farming for their livelihood. Inequality in land distribution among the Tharu community in particular was brought about by customary system of land tenure where the original inhabitants of the region settled there and cultivated the land but did not have any land certificates or any records to show ownership. While the Tharu had no records of the land they were cultivating, the settlers registered the land in their name, forcing the Tharu to work as agricultural laborers. Over time, this practice was replaced by the ill practice of bonded labor which is known as the Kamaiya bonded labor system.

    After the historic moment in July 2000 when the Nepalese government declared the Kamaiya system of bonded labor as illegal, many Tharu community members were left landless and homeless. The government of Nepal promised them small pieces of land and building materials where they could settle and start a fresh. As recent as August 2017, the Minister for Land Reform & Management assured that all the remaining Kamaiyas would be rehabilitated within that fiscal year. But many of these Kamaiyas wait desperately for the realization of this promise. These Kamiayas remain destitute but quietly demand for the resettlement money and timber that was promised to them by the government.

    Rosani Chaudhary ~ 31

    In the early 1990’s, being landless in Nepal also meant that you were considered stateless. Backward Society Education (BASE) saw the need of these people and offered to assist them to purchase land. The first exercise involved the saving of 100 Nepali Rupees monthly by each Kamaiya family household. They would then collectively purchase a small plot of land (1 kattha) that they would resettle on. BASE introduced a saving scheme for the Kamaiyas. Every day, they would take a handful of rice or as much as they could do without and store it in a pot. BASE would then sell the rice on their behalf and deposit the money in a bank account in the name of the Kamaiyas. 500 Nepali Rupees was the minimum amount to open a bank account. As an incentive, BASE matched the first year’s saving by 300%, second year’s by 200% and third year’s by 100%. The minimum amount required to be matched by BASE was 1,200 Nepali Rupees. The cost of 1 kattha of land at the time ranged between 3,000 – 5,000 Nepali Rupees (1 kattha = 0.08 acres). 221 Kamaiya families benefited from this program. However, the project was too expensive to scale up to assist the 100,000 families who had been affected by the bonded labor system at the time.

    Land Bought By BASE In Lalmatiya Chowk ~ Lalmatiya Kamaiya Muktinagar Village

    BASE’s decision to help these families was more of a response to an existing need than a responsibility. As much as BASE understood that addressing housing, land and property issues was a key component of national responsibility, it recognized its strong role at the grass root level. They understood their duty to assist their fellow community members to obtain appropriate compensation. Securing their housing, land and property rights is, of course, one of the main components of finding durable solutions to being landless. While the government has made efforts to provide mechanisms for Kamaiya compensation, those mechanisms have rarely been adequate to deal – at least in a timely manner – with the scale and complexity of the Kamaiya problem.

    Maite Chaudhary ~ 52 In His Home That He Purchased With The Help Of BASE ~ Besahi Village, Dang District

    Pahari Chaudhary ~ 50 Fetching Water At The Local Well Built By BASE

  142. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

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    Nepalese women in general who dream of managing their own businesses face many challenges. A disabled young girl born into a family that has been in bonded labor for generations and shares the same ambition, faces even larger challenges. This is because any person living with any disability is less likely to participate actively in making decisions that concern him or her and is less likely to have his or her protection needs met. Asha Kumal, 18, was born deaf and dumb. She has been dependent on her family and friends to communicate with the rest of the people. She started life at a disadvantage, having to always do something extra just to be on the same level.

    Asha Kumal ~ 18

    From a young age, Asha viewed going to school as a huge privilege and she was always very eager to learn, her father, Bhagu Bahadur Kumal, explains. While in school, Asha experienced learning difficulties as much as she looked ‘normal’. She became disenfranchised because her educational needs were not being met. She developed low self-esteem and eventually dropped out of school at class 3. Her father informs us that there is an inadequate number of special need schools in Nepal. The few that are available are widely scarce and are only found in major towns. He also says that the number of teachers trained to teach special needs students is low despite the large number of children living with disabilities. Many of these children are deprived of access to basic literacy and numerical skills, he says. But he is very proud that Asha can at least read and write.

    Lamatiya Kamaiya Muktinagar Village

    Globally, disabled people are faced with discrimination and barriers to full participation in employment programs and skills training. Because of ignorance and discrimination, disabled people are often debarred in work. Society’s argument is centered on their inability to compete on the basis of relevant skills or qualifications. Many communities, mostly in developing countries, still associate disability with curses and bad omens. This is the case in Nepal too. Unfortunately, this has impeded the country’s development of services for children with disabilities, prevented parents from accepting their children’s disabilities, and makes social inclusion for these children almost impossible. BASE, however, provided a 3-month specialized training course at a nearby community training center as a way to empower young women who had been freed for the Kamaiya system and to also shift the mentality surrounding disabilities to bring part of the population out of the shadows. Asha attended this training in 2015 and learnt how to sew pieces of clothing.

    Shanta asks Asha what she thought of the vocational training program and whether she would like to enroll in another one (in Nepali):

    Shanta writes out the questions for Asha to respond to

    She responds through sign language:

    “I liked training and it was good for me. I need more training on the latest fashion trends. Right now, I can only make a petticoat which I sell for 100 Nepali Rupees and a kurta (a local Nepali clothing) which I sell for 250 Nepali Rupees.”

    Asha Sewing On Her Machine That Was Bought For Her By BASE

    The word ‘opportunity’ means a set of circumstances in which a course of successful action is possible. Opportunity is scarce for disabled people. But what is even more rare is the willingness to take advantage of an opportunity that may present itself. A person with no money, no education, no connections can rise as far as his or her ability and ambition will take him or her.  The importance of these vocational training programs cannot be over emphasized. By equipping former Kamlaris and / or their children with basic skills in technical fields will enable them to pursue employment opportunities which will ultimately contribute towards their socio-economic inclusion.

    In Andrew Carnegie’s words, a “man may be born in poverty, but he does not have to go through life in poverty. He may be illiterate but he does not have to remain so. But . . . no amount of opportunity will benefit the man who neglects or refuses to take possession of his own mind power and use it for his own personal advancement.”

    Decorative Pieces Made By Asha

  143. May 11th, 2003

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    Olympia Portrait

    May 11th, 2003. Olympia is partial deaf, her voice is normally rough and uneven, but when she said May 11th, 2003, the words came out smoothly. Clearly this is not her first time telling this story. When Olympia was about eight years old, Gulu was the epicenter of violence. “We were suffering a lot. We would hear the sounds of gunshots while at school. Some of the kids would jump out the windows, but we all had to run. Wherever we went, we had to run.”  To the market, school, home, or church. Everywhere she went, she ran.

    “We were never at home; it was too dangerous to be there especially at night. We would cook whatever food we had. He has to run with it, to the bush or town. We had to hide from the rebels.” She describes nights spent sleeping in the dirt, hidden under tall grass, the air filled with the sounds of mosquitoes and screams. The flames from burning houses transformed the soilders’ shadows into monsters. “Some nights, we could not leave [in time] so we hid in our house. Men would come at night, banging on doors, looking for people. If you made a noise, you die”. Her father would keep guard all night. The slightest sound, a twig breaking or the wind, was agonizing. There were many sleepiness nights in those days. “We’d go out in the morning to find our fields uprooted. Houses burnt…and bodies.”  Olympia lost her hearing during the violence. The last vivid sounds she remembers are people crying and gunshots. But then came May 11th, 2003.

    “You know, in Uganda the first born son is very important. I barely remember my brother because he was taken from his bed while I was still young.” Olympia’s parents wanted the best for their children and sent their first born to a private, boarding school in Gulu town. It was a nice school with a good reputation, and it was supposed to be safer than staying in the villages. But in the middle of the night, the LRA came over the walls of the school like raiders. Chaos followed, few boys were kidnapped, forced to fight and kill their own people.  “We never ever saw [my brother] again. Some of his classmates escaped that night. But he was taken into the bush. Some who were taken came home once the war ended, but he never came back. We don’t know if he is alive or dead. We pray every night for him to come home.”  17 years, 6 months, and 21 days after her family was ripped apart, she still prays. Even with peace, these traumas linger.

    The effects of war do not disappear after some signatures on a piece of paper. The pain lingers for generations.  “With the peace talks, [the violence] was reduced, but the memories are still there. Even now, if a motorcycle [backfires] people’s hearts start pumping. Some drop down; others just run without looking back. I still remember everything, how can I forget what I have seen?”

    Olympia ready to dig!

    Olympia and Ivan are interning with GDPU this summer!

  144. A Woman With Honor

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    Meet Sunita Chaudhary…25

    Sunita Chaudhary ~ 25

    Sunita is the current central president of the Freed Kamlari Development Forum (FKDF), a community-based organization in Ghorahi, Dang district in Nepal that hopes to “build a civilized, prosperous and developed Kamlari free society.” Since its establishment in June 2010, FKDF has assisted many freed Kamlaris to better themselves economically and socially through advocacy, empowerment and entrepreneurial programs implemented by FKDF. Her commitment, and that of the organization in which she serves, is to “work for the welfare, economic and social empowerment of the freed Kamlaris.”

    FKDF Offices – Ghorahi

    Living in poverty, Sunita was forced to go to work for a landlord in Ghorahi under the false pretense that she would be provided with an education, a necessity that her parents could not accord her. When her grandmother passed away, her parents borrowed money from a landlord and sent her to work for him as a way to repay the loan. She was immediately forced into a system that she knew nothing about. At the tender age of 8, she was held as a bonded laborer doing domestic chores for a household of 28 members. Her childhood stolen from her.

    Back then, it seemed that Sunita was destined to follow in her family’s footsteps to become a bonded laborer. But that changed when she was rescued by the Friends of Needy Children after 2 years working as a Kamlari. This organization later became the Freed Kamlari Development Forum (FKDF). As a young girl, Sunita knew that helping free her fellow sisters was her destiny. She said that those 2 years she worked as a Kamlari confronted her with the truth about the crimes against young Tharu girls and challenged her to face up to her responsibility as a Tharu community member to protect young girls from human and child rights’ violations. Sunita has risen through the ranks within FKDF, serving first as a social mobilizer and later on as a district president and now serves as the central president of the entire organization. As a way of formalizing her training, she is pursuing her bachelor’s degree in Education at Mahendra Multiple Campus. She hopes to use this opportunity to further advance the agendas set out by FKDF.

    With a total number of approximately 13,000 members, FKDF has not only grown in size but also in capacity and has championed for the betterment of the lives of former Kamlaris. FKDF has offered short term vocational programs to a number of these young women who have gone to become small business owners in several sectors. These vocational training programs enable these young women to earn an income and build crucial life skills. These young women lack access to financial capital and have limited opportunities to gain education, knowledge, and skills that can lead to economic advancement. The inadequate policy frameworks and inequitable gender norms also often create barriers to their economic advancement.

    Kamala & Sudama Chaudhary Repairing An Auto – Kathmandu  

    Laxmi Chaudhary Holding Her Business Permit Certificate

    Of the different services offered by FKDF, the issuing of identity card to freed Kamlaris is of the most importance as it has become a necessity for people to access various services offered by governmental and a few non-governmental institutions. With these identity cards, former Kamlaris can apply for national identity cards from the government which gives them proof of citizenship, access to scholarship opportunities form the government (the government has set aside 12 million Nepali Rupees as an education fund for former Kamlaris), access to subsidized vocational training programs offered by the government, employment in government agencies and access to subsidized land from the government. The process of receiving these national identity cards is a tall order. In Dang district alone, there are 5,546 former Kamlaris but so far only 500 of them have received the identity cards. Issues of citizenship, statelessness and marginalization have featured the Tharu community in Nepal. This is a group of people with historical or ethnic ties to Nepal but have been rendered stateless for generations. International treaties proclaim citizenship as a basic right. The fact that they are not recognized by the government as citizens exposes them to many challenges, ranging from denial of basic rights to access to employment, housing, education, and healthcare.

    Front – FKDF Issued Identity Card

    Back – FKDF Issued Identity Card

    Front – Government Issued Identity Card

    Back – Government Issued Identity Card    

    What I took out of my meeting with Sunita was that delivering the freedom to all Kamlaris and achieving the poverty eradication goal in accordance to the Sustainable Development Goals demands renewed policy approaches and more comprehensive and sophisticated knowledge. Beyond the traditional practices of domestic slavery and servitude, an old problem continues to exist and permeate. She said that poverty among the Kamlaris can only be solved by tackling the issue of inequality among the different castes in Nepal. So long as injustice and exploitation continue to be part of our economic, social and cultural systems, poverty will continue to devastate the lives of thousands of Kamlaris.

  145. You Can Teach an Old Dog New Tricks

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    Samburu County, Kenya

     

    Samburu County in Northern Kenya is absolutely beautiful. I am 99% sure that the artists for the Disney movie “The Lion King” visited it to draw inspiration from the landscape when creating the movie. The vast green hills roll with tall green and yellow grasses, there are mountains in the distance, and the low green bushes and trees are exactly how I imagined Kenya would look like. But this beautiful landscape was a battlefield just 7 years ago.

    Children Peace Initiative (CPI) Kenya has been working in Samburu County with the Samburu and Pokot tribes since 2012. The conflict between the Samburu and Pokot started in 2005 and ravaged the lands until 2012 when CPI Kenya intervened and held their first of four Peace Camps for Pokot and Samburu children. From 2012-2016, CPI Kenya held a Peace Camp every year for the children. This not only ended the conflict but also created a harmonious, peaceful coexistence between the two tribes. They don’t just live separately and no longer fight; they live together. They rely on each other now. They inter-marry. They visit each other. They hold a weekly market for each other and conduct business and trade with each other. Their cattle graze in both Samburu and Pokot lands. They own animals together. They pray for each other. And they love each other. The communities truly have been transformed, and it is because of the work CPI Kenya did with their children.

    Samburu County, Kenya

     

    For the past nine days, the CPI Kenya team and I have been in Samburu County meeting with the families who received a shared Heifer for Peace in 2015. These beneficiaries shared not only valuable data that helps quantify the impact of CPI Kenya’s work here but also shared some incredibly moving stories. Programs are put into place in order to assist these people in gaining back their independence and getting employed. They can go to driving school, or electrician trade school, and there are several other courses that will train you in different vocations. With these new qualifications it is easy to get a job from a number of factories and businesses in the area, so they can regain full control of their life. 

     

    Malatu (left) and Losuke (right) embrace upon their reunion

     

    I had the pleasure to interview two fathers’ whose sons attended CPI Kenya’s Peace Camp in 2012. Their names were Malatu Lebenayo, who is Samburu, and Losuke Lonyangaking, who is Pokot. Because of the conflict, both of these men lost their homes. Both were unable to farm and grow food for their families. Both of these men’s children had to drop out of school because it was too dangerous to attend. Both lost cattle due to raids. Both had their children sleep with their shoes on at night, in case they had to flee from a raid and hide in the bush. And both blamed the other tribe for the struggles and losses their families had to endure.

    Watch the video of Malatu and Losuke being reunited by CPI Kenya! (Due to living approximately 16 miles apart, having no transport, and both being 60+ years of age, Malatu and Losuke only see each other every 2-3 months. We brought Malatu from his village to visit Losuke during one of our trips to Pokot lands)

    After seven years of fighting, Malatu and Losuke were a part of the brave group of parents who allowed their children to attend Peace Camp and interact with children from the other tribe. Their sons, John and Topote became friends at Peace Camp, and came home inspired by their friendship and the possibility that they could be the ones to bring peace to their communities. Through John and Topote, Malatu and Losuke met and began to warm towards each other. Through a series of engagements and interactions fostered by CPI Kenya, Malatu and Losuke grew to become best friends. “I was 60-some years old and had never entered a Pokot home until CPI Kenya came” said Malatu. “Now we are kin. This friendship is going to last – we make it stronger every day.”

    “Kabisa! Kabisa!” (“Total! Total!”) Losuke and Malatu’s answer to my questions about integration and trust between their two tribes

     

    In 2015 Losuke and Malatu received a shared Heifer for Peace, through CPI Kenya’s Heifers for Peace program. This shared heifer solidified the friendship formed between the two families through the children, and now their bond is unbreakable. To pastoralists, a cow is sacred; cows are a part of their identity and are their livelihood. So when Losuke and Malatu decided that Malatu would keep and raise the heifer, and that Losuke would receive the first calf it gives birth to, their pastoralist bond was fortified. Sure enough, their Heifer for Peace gave birth to a calf a few months ago, and Malatu handed over this calf to Losuke. When I asked them if there were any problems with their sharing the heifer, both vehemently responded “No! None!” Losuke went on to say “I trusted Malatu to take good care of the heifer. And he did. And now I have a calf because of him!” They then shook hands again, and shared a look only best friends can share.

    The benefits of their shared Heifer for Peace will continue for the rest of these men’s lives; a cow can give birth up to 12 times in its lifetime, so that means Malatu and Losuke could each receive six more calves from their one shared Heifer for Peace. Essentially, a family’s cattle herd can be completely rebuilt and repopulated by one heifer, and this is the opportunity CPI Kenya provided these men.

    Amani! Amani!

     

    When I asked Malatu and Losuke why CPI Kenya’s approach to peacebuilding worked, compared to all the multiple other governmental and NGO failed attempts, Malatu answered simply. “The peace is fair, not political. We accepted the peace because of the friendships and all the suffering from before. And then we proved to each other that we’re trustworthy because of the Heifers for Peace.”

    Malatu and Losuke are why I titled this blog “You Can Teach an Old Dog New Tricks”. Not to emphasize their age (sorry, gents!), but to show how entire communities have been transformed by CPI Kenya’s work. By working with children, both the Pokot and the Samburu have overcome a lifetime of prejudice, forgiven the sins of each other’s tribes, and embraced each other through peace. Just seven years ago these men were at war, and today they call themselves brothers. “Our friendship is from the heart. Even the way we embrace each other comes from the heart” says Losuke. And it’s true.

    Donations = Heifers = Peace!

     

    To help CPI Kenya purchase 50 Heifers for Peace for 50 Pokot and 50 Samburu families whose children went to Peace Camp in 2015, please donate! All donations are tax deductible.

    Want to see more photos? Check out my Flickr Album!

  146. With Education comes Freedom

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    Tharu women taking part in the discussion about there previous life as bonded labourers and on their current needs and desires. (Ghorahi/LC)

     

    After a quite adventurous travel, Michelle and I arrived safe and sound in Tulsipur. It is in this little town from Dang region, western Nepal, that is located the main office of the non-profit organisation, Backward Education Society (BASE). Michelle is the Peace Fellow for BASE and her mission is to analyse the needs on the ground in order to develop a social initiative that AP can support. Since BASE also used to advocate child labour, it was decided that I would accompany Michelle on her journey to Dang and help her to settle in.

     

    A Tharu woman taking part in the discussion about vocational training and financial sustainability in Besahi village. (Ghorahi/LC)

     

    From non-violent movement to a leading “human rights” organisation

    I am quite amazed about BASE’s achievements. It first emerged as a non-violent movement advocating for the rights of the Tharu community in western Nepal, in particular to put an end to the bonded labour system, known as kamaiya, the community was trapped in since generations. Its founder, Mr. Dili Chaudhary was in his teen years when he started a small initiative to raise awareness about this modern slavery system. Its movement took shape and is now a successful organisation focusing on human rights – especially women and children’s rights – and developing various programs dealing with education, ecology, and humanitarian help. One of BASE’s main successes is the campaign to free kamlaris, these Tharu girls that were send from a very young age to work for landlords that often physically and mentally abused them.

    For more information regarding kamlari and the kamaiya system, and more generally the Tharu community, please refer to Michelle’s blog Daughters of the Tharu, that offers an excellent insight on the issue.

    Sushma in front of her house she could afford with BASE’s support in Besahi village. (Ghorahi/LC)

     

    Rescued but powerless

    In accordance with BASE’s originate work in favour of the marginalised Taru community, our first field trip led us in Besahi village, surrounding Ghorahi, the capital city of Dang, where many Tharu people are settled. What the villagers told us, confirmed what BASE’s executive director already mentioned: the kamaiya system as such has mostly been eradicated. The kamlaris we met had all been rescued a few years after the government passed a law in 2000 forbidding bonded labour. From the vulnerable children they were, they became young women that are today between 20 and 30 years of age. However, a new form of bonded labour appeared over the time directly resulting from their previous domestic slavery. The years spend as domestic servants prevented kamlaris to go to school. Today, even though they have been rescued, previous kamlaris of Besahi village remain powerless because of illiteracy. The income generated by their work on the land is not enough and they do not have the skills to start a business or any other kind of activity. As a consequence, they need to borrow money from landlords to cover some expenses, and to work for them if they are not able to reimburse. This situation follows the path of exploitation they have suffered from over generations.

    Maya with her daughter in front of her house in Besahi village. She would like to become a teacher at a Montessori school. (Ghorahi/LC)

     

    With education comes freedom

    The Tharu women from Besahi village are dreaming about learning how to read and write, no matter their age. Once basic skills are acquired, they hope being able to do something else than working on land or for landlords. Cooking in a hotel, making and selling carpets, teaching in a Montessori school, working in auto mecanics, opening a little sewing shop, these are all trades they wish to ply if they get the chance to attain training sessions.

    Escaping poverty and dependence through education is a fact that no one would contest. Education empowers. Sushma, Maya, Somat and Rosani are very aware of that and despite difficulties to afford school fees for their children, they make sure these are going to school. In Besahi village no child is enrolled in labour or stays at home.

    An elderly woman from the Tharu community living in Besahi village, not far away from Ghorahi, the capital of Dang region in western Nepal. (Ghorahi/LC)

     

    Besides family awareness, this new generation of kids that has been born and grew up following the end of the kamaiya system, are benefitting from BASE’s successful non-violent movement that pressured the government and helped free kamlaris and drastically decreased child labour in this sector. The process to achieve these results was not an easy one. Over years, activists were advocating on every single level – private, local, district, region, national – to raise awareness and confront landlords and politicians with their responsibilities, they ensured children had gradually access to education and were not dropping out, used their large network of ground activists to control households and made sure than landlords and hotel owners did not continue to employ children through regular unannounced visits. These three elements, advocacy, education sustainability and regular controls, were the fundaments of BASE’s success.

    Two young women from the Tharu community participating in our discussion about the village’s needs and their professional wishes. (Ghorahi/LC)

     

    Now that I am back to Kathmandu, I hope that what I saw and learned during these few days with Michelle, will help me with my work with CONCERN, and help Michelle to develop a concept of vocational training and remedial classes in her mission with BASE.

    Moment of joy between Michelle and an elderly Tharu woman in Besahi village, Dang Region. (Ghorahi/LC)

  147. So, why a cow?

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    During my first field visit to the Tuyen Hoa and Bo Trach districts I met with Mr. Thin, Mr. Phuc, and Ms. Toa’s family. To my surprise, all three families, in partnership with their AEPD Outreach Worker, have selected cow rearing as their business model. (Point of clarification: Mr. Thin’s plan is currently being funded, Mr. Phuc’s plan has just been funded in July 2018, and Ms. Toa’s family has just been profiled in January 2018.)

    So, why a cow? To be fair, each family has the opportunity to elect any business model that works best for them and their needs. The cow rearing business model happens to be popular among the campaign’s beneficiaries for several reasons. Most of the caregivers the campaign supports are aging and cannot feasibly manage intensive manual labor as well as they used to. Cow rearing represents a manageable and sustainable endeavor for them.

    How does the cow rearing model work? For these three families, it begins with the purchase of a female cow and calf. In other situations, the beneficiaries may select a male cow. The female cow and calf’s purpose and benefits are multi-faceted. Among the benefits is the utility of the cow’s manure for the owner’s land and the additional income the families can earn by selling the calves. (A female cow can typically produce up to eight calves in her lifetime.) When possible, the beneficiaries receive both a female cow and calf to help them get a head start.

    Part I. A graphic on how a cow is identified and selected after the cow rearing business model is chosen. The critical assumptions of this model and the Agent Orange Campaign are two-fold: (1) the family is in need of a sustainable source of income and (2) the business model is developed with three key characteristics in mind—feasibility, longevity, and sustainability.

    On occasion, depending on the circumstances and the cow’s condition, the family will decide to sell the cow and keep the calf. For example, if the calf is a male, he may be used to work in the fields (either the family’s or rented out to neighboring farmers). Or, if the calf is a female and the cow is nearing the end of her reproductive years, they may keep the calf to bear more calves and sell the cow. The cycle continues.

    Part II. The utility of a female versus a male cow based on the beneficiary family’s identified needs. AEPD and AP recognize that the family’s needs may change over time and that they are agents of their business plan. The AEPD Outreach Worker and AP Peace Fellow will continue to monitor the family’s progress and evaluate the outcome and eventually impact of the Campaign. The utility of the cow rearing model is non-linear and does not restrict the number of cows the family will eventually have at any given point in time.

    Thus, the cow rearing business plan is a powerful tool for sustainable development, income generation, and financial literacy. It is our hope that through this program and these outcomes, the beneficiaries – Agent Orange-affected families – will have an improved quality of life especially as they age and continue to care for their loved ones. We are committed to monitoring and evaluating the progress of this program and supporting additional families to come.

    So, why a cow? Because (simply put) it’s a sustainable and, often, familiar livelihood that is accessible and impactful to Agent Orange-affected families. Are you interested in supporting a cow rearing business model? Click here to invest in our tenth campaign beneficiary, Mr. Thin’s family, and their plans to raise a cow and a calf.

  148. Balika Bik – Seizing an Opportunity

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    This series of blog posts tells the stories of the people affected by chhaupadi, with a view to exploring different aspects of the practice in depth. All testimony and photographs in this series have been made available with the relevant subject’s express consent. A general introduction to chhaupadi is available here and there are more photographs in this album

     

    “When I had my first period, my mother told me to go to the chhau goth [hut], which made me very sad”, 17 year-old Balika says, recalling the first time she was forced to practice chhaupadi. Her mother may have been the one telling her to spend five days in the chhau goth every month, but Balika knows that she wasn’t the driving force behind the practice in her family. Her grandmother was the one who believed most fervently that women and girls are untouchable and impure during menstruation, and therefore need to be segregated from the rest of the family during this time.

     

    Balika Bik during her interview with Dipika Shrestha, Girls Empowerment Officer with the Centre for Agro-Ecology and Development (CAED)

     

    Balika, who is in Grade 10 and loves studying the Nepali language, gives answers to interview questions that never directly apportion blame. The story of how she escaped chhaupadi can be implied from the incidence of a series of important events over the last few years. “I had a grandmother who lived with us. I practiced while she was alive…not anymore now. She died two years after I first started menstruating.” Whether deliberately or not, Balika gives her interviewers another key piece of the puzzle during a different part of our conversation: “I used to stay in the chhau goth, but stopped doing so after two years.”

     

    Plantations surrounding Gutu village, Surkhet District, where Balika lives

     

    This gracious act of deference towards her late grandmother cannot be attributed to a fear of speaking out, because Balika confronted her parents on chhaupadi in an assertive way. She must have been aware that, with the views of the older generation becoming a thing of the past, her family had a valuable opportunity to reframe its attitudes towards women and natural reproductive processes. “I used what I learned in school and from the Centre for Agro-Ecology and Development to convince my parents to let me sleep inside.” To her, this has been the most critical improvement, although her family has adopted other reforms since her grandmother’s death that have helped to make her period a little more comfortable, and a whole lot more dignified. “I’m now allowed to touch and speak with boys and men”, Balika explains with a small, triumphant smile.

     

    Hari Kala Poudel has seen many members of different generations come and go in Gutu village. Unlike Balika’s late grandmother, Hari is one of the few older women in the village who believes that women and girls should be allowed to sleep inside while menstruating.

     

    Have all restrictions on what she can do when she is menstruating been lifted? “I’m still not allowed to enter the kitchen or any temple, or to worship at home”, Balika says. All in all, however, her tone and outlook are positive. “Most of all, I feel so relieved that my mother doesn’t force me into that hut anymore.”

  149. The End of My Fellowship

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    My first day in Biratnagar started with breakfast with Indira (CWN founder) at Devkishan’s house, a businessman in Biratnagar. The rest of the day I spent in my hotel room finalizing my work plan for my fellowship with CWN and editing my blog. 

    That evening I started throwing up a couple hours after dinner. I had been warned about having stomach issues while traveling in Nepal so I took some medicine I brought with me from the US and tried to sleep it off. After a restless night of running to the bathroom to throw up I threw up blood the next morning. RED FLAG!!

    I was hoping to witness a hands on hospital experience during my fellowship in Nepal but I had no idea that the hands would be on me. After a culturally shocking experience of trying to get to the hospital with Indira, then going through hours of tests (majority of the time not knowing what was going on because of the language barrier), and strangers taking pictures of me, I ended up having to get an appendectomy (surgical removal of an inflamed appendix).

    While recovering in the hospital I reflected on my experience to deicide if I felt comfortable continuing my fellowship with CWN. The fact that I was neglected during the testing period and most of the recovery time in the hospital to the point I had to take myself down the hall to the bathroom I decided not to continue my fellowship with CWN.

    The day I was discharged the doctor gave me the ok to fly back to Kathmandu and to follow up with a doctor there. I flew back to Kathmandu the same day and stayed with Nity’s wonderful family and an AP fellow Caroline in Kathmandu. These wonderful people along with AP fellows Lara and Komal, who came to visit, helped me heal mentally and physically!

    My next decision was if I would continue my AP fellowship with another partnering organization or go back home to the United States. I consulted a local Kathmandu doctor first to see when it would be possible to make the long flight. He advised after the staples were removed (one week after my surgery). I then consulted AP fellows that I had made friends with, and my family and friends about my decision. And in a moment of silence after eating another delicious meal by Nity’s mother (ya’ll her food would lift anybody’s spirit) I reflected on an interview I was in back in April:

    Resilience

    “Resilience is, I would say, it is an umbrella term. It covers so many different things because in this profession not only are were looking out for other people, we have to remember to look out for ourselves. Another person who was huge in my life that passed away a few years ago, she was in the Peace Corps, she was about to go to med school and she was taking care of others, and I feel like she kind of neglected taking care of herself. And the result, it came to the outcome. So that’s why the word resilience is so big to me because you have to remember to take care of yourself while taking care of others. Because how are you going to take care of somebody else if you are not even cognizant to what was going on in your life as well. And that’s how you build community too, being knowledgeable of both aspects.”#HumansofGPH

    Posted by NYU College of Global Public Health on Monday, April 30, 2018

     

    I decided not to continue my fellowship and return home to recover mentally and physically. As I stated in my interview “…you have to remember to take care of yourself while taking care of others.” It’s funny how your own advice can help you down the road.

    Two days after getting my staples out in Kathmandu I returned home to the United States. Although my journey ended early and I never made it to my final destination I still learned a lot! I am very thankful to have had this opportunity!

    Saying goodbye to my host family.

     

    Quick Q&A:

     

    • What happened to the money that was raised for my fellowship? I donated it to the Advocacy project. Thank you everyone that supported my campaign!
    • How are you doing now? I am much better thanks to all the support and listening to my body. (See thank you list below)
    • Will you travel again? Oh yes! Traveling is in my blood! This was the 5th continent I have been to and I have 2 more to go! I am actually planning my next trip as we speak!
    •  Is this line of work for you? YES! One day I would like to try working in the field again! My experience showed me that this field of work needs me!

     

    Kathmandu airport.

     

    Special Thanks to:

    God– For seeing me through this!

    My mom and dad– For responding quickly and helping me get the help I needed!

    My Birth Father– For also responding quickly and helping me get the help I needed!

    My Family and Friends– For all the love, prayers, and support from far away!

    The Advocacy Project Staff and Board Members– For stepping in and making sure all logistics were handled and supporting my decision!

    Dr. Om and Surgery Staff– For being the best part of my visit and taking the time to explain to me what was going on!

    Devendra Thakur– For  being a good samaritan volunteering to take care of me and serve as my translator during my recovery time in the post operating room and becoming my Nepali brother!

    Keshika Neupane and Nursing Staff– For taking great care of me in the post operating room and talking to me when I was alone!

    चेतन सापकोटा– For staying in the hospital after my surgery, getting more minutes on my phone, and being a nice friend!

    Caroline Armstrong Hall– For getting me from the Kathmandu airport and being an awesome supportive friend!

    Nity, Shruti, and The Jaiswal Family– For welcoming me back into their home in Kathmandu, feeding me amazing meals, and taking care of me as I recovered!

    New York University– For checking in and confirming that all logistics were being handled.

    The Nepal US Embassy– For checking in and making sure I received the care I needed and that I returned to the US safely.

    Dr. Sunil Sharma– For making sure I got admitted and received the care that I needed.

    Nobel Medical College Teaching Hospital– For providing the care that I needed!

    Indira Thapa– For taking me to the best hospital in the region, letting me use your phone while mine was out of minutes, getting things I needed when I requested, and helping me fly back to Kathmandu.

    Anyone else that supported me and helped me through this experience!

    THANK YOU!

  150. Sunita Dhungana – The Nuts and Bolts of Chhaupadi

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    This series of blog posts tells the stories of the people affected by chhaupadi, with a view to explore different aspects of the practice in depth. All testimony and photographs in this series have been made available with the relevant subject’s express consent. A general introduction to chhaupadi is available here and there are more photographs in this album

     

    14 year-old Sunita Dhugana’s favorite subject at school is math. It might be her deductive mind that makes her the perfect candidate for the first post in this blog series—she gives answers to interview questions that comprehensively cover the practical components of the chhaupadi custom. Sunita uses her experiences to reveal how the cultural prescriptions of menstrual banishment play out in practice, citing fact after fact to illustrate her story in a concrete way.

     

    Sunita Dhungana with Tulasi Kadel standing behind her

     

    “[My family’s] chhau goth has no doors, no window, no lock; it doesn’t feel safe…but at least it has a bed frame”, she says, referring to the hut that was constructed to house all of the female members of her family during their menstrual period. Sunita explains matter-of-factly how it all happens.

     

    chhau goth (not the one used by Sunita’s family). The dishes in this photograph are used by women and girls only when they are menstruating, and may not be touched by other family members. 

     

    Every month, when her time comes, she moves into the chhau goth for four days. She sleeps there and, when she wakes in the mornings, is brought some food by her mother. The food comes on a separate plate that is used only during these four days each month; there are also designated chhaupadi utensils that are segregated in the same way. Sunita has to wash these utensils and plate herself, in a separate bucket of water, because they have been touched by someone who—as far as her grandmother is concerned—is impure. “For drinking, washing and so on,” she explains, “I have to fetch a separate supply of water for myself”.

     

    A secondary school classroom in the village of Gutu, Surkhet District, where Sunita lives

     

    When Sunita returns home from school, she goes straight back into the chhau goth, because she is forbidden from entering the family home. “Sometimes my friends, mother or sister keep me company”, she says. “I also help my mother around the house, but I don’t have to do any heavy tasks because she takes care of them.” Sunita realizes that her mother consciously reduces her workload, regardless of whether she is menstruating or not, to give her as much time as possible to study and read. Other girls in her village are not as fortunate and have to carry heavy loads (including water, firewood and fodder), walk long distances and care for dozens of goats, oxen or buffaloes every day—even after nights of exhaustion and poor sleep spent in a chhau goth.

     

    The road Sunita takes to walk to school

     

    Sunita is grateful to her mother for taking on more work to give her all the time she needs to progress at school, but equally disappointed that she has not been convinced by the arguments Sunita has raised with her for ending chhaupadi. “This practice is bad, it leaves me feeling unsafe and vulnerable”, she explains. Nevertheless, she remains hopeful that one day her parents will listen to her and stop forcing her into the chhau goth. After all, she reasons, other girls in the village are being allowed to sleep indoors, slowly but surely. It will only be a matter of time.

     

  151. #10: Mr. Nguyen Ngoc Thin and family

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    I had the pleasure of going on my first field trip on the fourth of July to the Tuyen Hoa district with Mr. Hoc (an AEPD Outreach Worker), Ngoc (AEPD staff), and Ashley and Seanin (summer interns from Canada). We met with Mr. Thin’s family—the tenth and latest Agent Orange Campaign beneficiary.

    What is the Agent Orange Campaign? The Agent Orange Campaign supports families affected by Agent Orange in the Quang Binh province by connecting them to an AEPD Outreach Worker and resources. By collaborating with an Outreach Worker, they are able to develop a business plan for sustainable income generation. Read my introductory blog here for a more in-depth look into the Campaign and my role for the next six months.

    In the spirit of responsible and ethical storytelling, I thought it best to introduce Mr. Thin and his family through a photo diary. I firmly believe in the power of photography as I find that words often fail to faithfully capture reality.

    Mr. Thin's Home

    We arrived at Mr. Nguyen Ngoc Thin’s home around 10:00am after a three-hour drive from Dong Hoi City. The air was hot, the landscape lush, and the raw cement floor refreshing. He welcomed us into the home and instantly shared their experiences as a family affected by Agent Orange and the plans he and Mr. Hoc had developed in January when Karen (Advocacy Project staff) met with them for the first time.

     

    Mr. Hoc (AEPD Outreach Worker) and Mr. Thin

    Since Karen’s visit in January, Mr. Thin has been able to secure a loan for grapefruit and banana tree seeds and plant them. During this visit, the business plan was updated to reflect these accomplishments and determine estimated revenue, costs, profits, and the remaining need. It was determined that the family needed a cow and a calf. The female cow’s manure will be used to fertilize the crops; the calf will be sold for income, as will the following seven calves she is expected to bear. The income from the calf sales and the crops will be used to support the household, purchase food and medicine, and begin repaying the loan.

     

    Ms. Loan

    Ms. Cao Thi Loan, Mr. Thin’s wife, poses for a portrait.

    She has been listening intently while Mr. Hoc and Mr. Thin discuss the business plan and next steps. Occasionally she interrupts to add her perspective and then retreats to check in on Lam and Phan and finish preparing lunch. No one mistakes her silence for complacency, as we are keenly aware that she is a strong woman and a partner in this household.

     

    Mr. Thin, Ms. Loan, Nguyen Van Lam (30), and Nguyen Van Phan (23)

    Mr. Thin and Ms. Loan are the primary caregivers of their sons, Nguyen Van Phan (23 years old) and Nguyen Van Lam (30 years old). Their sons’ quality of life is severely impacted by their cerebral palsy associated with the couple’s environmental exposure to Agent Orange. They had five children, all with cerebral palsy. Lam and Phan are the surviving two. Nevertheless, it is obvious that Mr. Thin and Ms. Loan take good care of their sons–keeping them clean and preserving their dignity. 

    Unfortunately, the family is ineligible to receive government-funded Agent Orange compensation because Mr. Thin joined the army after 1975. Instead, the family receives social assistance for persons with disabilities but it is not enough to maintain the household. 

     

    Mr. Thin and his son, Nguyen Van Phan

    Mr. Thin carefully adjusts Phan’s head before posing for the family portrait (above).

    Mr. Thin supports the family through agriculture; in addition to the 600 banana and grapefruit trees he has recently planted, he currently maintains 20 grapefruit trees and keeps two pigs. He mentions that while there has been no change in Lam and Phan’s health, he and his wife are aging and are no longer very healthy. Unfortunately, they are only able to access treatment in the local clinic because the hospital is far away and they cannot leave their sons alone.

     

    Ms. Loan and her son, Nguyen Van Lan

    Lam and Phan spend the majority of their time enveloped by their hammocks. This is the most secure place for them to stay. The family has found that they otherwise roll off beds and injure themselves. It allows Ms. Loan, as their primary caregiver, some peace of mind.

    As we chat and I take additional photographs, we notice two wheelchairs in the corner. The family was gifted them by a chapter of the Red Cross in the district. Ms. Loan explains that she fastens them to their wheelchairs and takes them outside for sunshine. Although she does that fairly often, she continues, it is difficult to ensure their safety.

     

    Nguyen Van Lan, Mr. Thin's oldest son

    Lam is the family’s oldest surviving son. His hammock is nearest the window. The sun gently beams against his skin as he sways. I greet him as I approach and he repeats “Hello”. Ms. Loan mentions that he repeats sounds he hears but does not understand them. His eyes track the camera as we continue to engage with him, Phan, and Ms. Loan.

    Mr. Thin had slipped out at some point during our conversation with them to obtain local authority approval for our visit. Mr. Hoc explains that we will meet him at the station. We say goodbye to them and see ourselves out. As we are leaving, I glance back at them and see Ms. Loan swiftly, yet gently, lifting Lam from his hammock onto the mat where she will feed him lunch. It feels so natural, so practiced and then I remember she has been doing this for the last 30 years.

    It was a privilege to meet Mr. Thin and his family and I am thrilled to collaborate with them throughout my fellowship. AEPD and AP have launched a crowdfunding campaign to support Mr. Thin’s business plan. Please consider joining them as they invest in their future.

    For more photographs of the field visit and Mr. Thin’s family, click here.

    For an in-depth profile of the Thin family, click here.

    For more on the Association for the Empowerment of Persons with Disabilities (AEPD), Advocacy Project’s partner in Vietnam, click here.

  152. Daughters of the Tharu

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    Women of the Tharu Community – Besahi Village

    In a time when there is an active global movement for securing girls’ rights, the daughters of the Tharu seem to be unfortunately forgotten. The Tharu, a small community in western Nepal that accounts for approximately 13% of the Nepali population, are the indigenous people of the Tarai. Despite being the original inhabitants of Nepal’s lowlands, they have been the victims of exploitation at the hands of settlers who migrated to their homeland from the hills. In the first half of the 20th century, the Tarai was covered in dense forest and ridden in malaria meaning that other people could not live there. Only the Tharu, who possessed natural immunity to malaria enabling them to survive in such a harsh environment.  Following the eradication of malaria in the 1950’s and 1960’s, the fertile land of the Tarai could no longer be hidden to the eyes of the people living in the hills and mountains. Gradually, they begun to migrate to the Tarai to cultivate the fertile lands.

    Being naive and illiterate, the Tharu were easily tricked into signing contracts which gave away their ancestral lands for minimal compensation. With no land left to support them, the Tharu found themselves in debt to their new landlords requiring them to work for their landlords until their debt was fully paid off. But the debt could never be paid off and the Tharu became slaves known as Kamaiya bonded laborers. As a marginalized community, most of their daughters were sent to work as domestic servants in the homes of the landowners. But why does child labor continue to be a persistent issue in Nepal despite national statistics showing a continuous decline?

    A Tharu Community Elder

    Before I dive into the numbers, let’s define what child labor is. Child labor, as defined by the International Labor Organization (ILO), refers to any work that deprives children off their childhood and their right to education, health, safety and moral development based on the ILO standards on child labour are defined by the ILO Minimum Age Convention, 1973 (No. 138) and the Worst Form of Child Labour Convention, 1999, (No. 182). Though child labor is declining at the rate of 100,000 every year, Nepal still accounts for 1.6 million children between (5-17 years) in child labor. Of these 621,000 are estimated to be engaged in hazardous work. Estimates suggest that 60 per cent of children in hazardous workplace are girls (373,000).

    Of the different forms of child labor in Nepal, the employment of Tharu girls as domestic servants (Kamlaharis / Kamlaris) has received the most publicity. The Kamlaris have been subjected to serious human rights violations by their so-called masters or landlords. Many of these young girls were compelled to work for their landlords instead of attending school and some of them were subjected to sexual harassment and abuse. These conditions of slavery have continued through several generations because the Kamaiya families were never able to earn enough to pay off their original debt. The necessity to borrow more money from their landlords for clothes, medicine and other essentials only added to their spiraling debt leaving them with no end in sight to their lives of misery and oppression.

    Backward Society Education (BASE) begun a non-violent people’s movement across Nepal for the total liberation of Kamaiyas. Peaceful protests were organized and legal petitions to the central government were sent. Over 200,000 ordinary Nepalese people participated in one of Nepal’s greatest periods of non-violent political struggle. As a result of this movement, the government declared the complete abolition of the Kamaiya system in July 2000. This was the apex of the Kamaiya movement. However, the joy and happiness experienced did not last long. The now freed Kamaiyas who had been living for generations on their landlords’ properties were suddenly thrown out on the streets. They had no place to live or food to eat. Over approximately 200,000 Kamaiyas who were freed that day, many of the families have still not received the land that was promised to them by the government. Thousands of their children have been forced to return to conditions of bonded labor to pay off newly incurred debts. Their lives are still rung by poverty and suffering. Many of them rely on daily wage labor to enable them to live a hand to mouth existence and are still waiting for the government to fulfill its promise before rehabilitation.

    Sushma Chaudhary ~ 30

    The needs today of the freed Kamaiyas are education, employment, healthcare and full political participation in a democratic Nepal. BASE continues to strive through peaceful means to advocate for these needs as well as providing its own grassroots services to the Tharu. Continuous support and commitment is still needed by the government to finally resolve the trials of the Kamaiya bonded laborers. BASE will never give up its peaceful struggle for justice neither will the daughters of Tharu give up their quest of being autonomous.

  153. Xin Chao from Vietnam!

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    Xin chao (hello)! My name is Marcela and I’m the Advocacy Project (AP) Peace Fellow working with the Association for Empowerment of Persons with Disabilities (AEPD) on the Agent Orange Campaign for the next six months.

    Welcome to my corner of the Advocacy Project’s website. I arrived in Dong Hoi, Vietnam on June 26th and, in keeping pace with my host organization, hit the ground running. I’m excited to introduce you to AEPD’s brilliant work with persons with disabilities in the Quang Binh Province.

    The AEPD team is comprised of Ms. Nguyen Thi Thanh Hong (chairperson), Ms. Nguyen Thi Phuong Hao (program manager), Ms. Nguyen Thi Thao (chief accountant), and Ms. Le Thi Mai Ngoc (the project officer). They are pictured below from left to right.

    In addition to the office team, AEPD employs outreach workers—persons with disabilities that act as liaisons who connect other persons with disabilities and their caregivers to AEPD’s programs and general support. AEPD is a highly effective and impactful organization due to its support and relationship with the outreach workers. This community-based approach is one of the things I admire most about AEPD.

    The outreach workers from left to right: Mr. Nguyen Van Thuan, Mr. Truong Minh Hoc, and Mr. Hoang Van Luu. AEPD serves persons with disabilities in 8 districts in Quang Binh. Each outreach worker is responsible for at least one entire district. Mr. Hoc serves one of the farthest districts from Dong Hoi City; he travels nearly 3 hours on motorbike to get there. If you are curious to learn more about each outreach worker, I suggest checking out 2016 Peace Fellow Ai Hoang’s posts on Mr. Thuan, Mr. Hoc, and Mr. Luu!

    AEPD manages a broad range of programs such as self-help groups for landmine survivors, a youth development program that trains persons with disabilities in mechanics and other vocational programs, projects for women with disabilities, microfinance endeavors, and, lastly, the AP-AEPD Agent Orange Campaign.

    A brief graphic on how the Agent Orange Campaign works. The model depends on the collaboration between AEPD, AEPD outreach workers, AP, and AP Peace Fellows; it hinges on the beneficiary family’s participation and input. The Campaign is unique from other programs in that it offers the caregivers of Agent Orange-affected individuals an opportunity to determine the best and most sustainable income-generating activity for themselves. AP and AEPD facilitate the process.

    As a Peace Fellow, I serve as the liaison between AP and AEPD regarding the Agent Orange Campaign. The campaign has collaborated with and successfully funded nine Agent Orange-affected families. Their profiles can be found here.

    I am thrilled to support the tenth Agent-Orange affected family, Mr. Thin’s family, this summer! 

    I look forward to sharing more of my work, goals, and expectations to come. Keep an eye out for an upcoming post on my impressions after my first visit to the field this week.

    A sincere thank you for joining me in this journey.

    Cheers, Marcela

  154. A brief ride to the market

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    “The market is very close to here.” After about twenty minutes of walking, I realized that close in Uganda did not mean the same thing as close in America. I gave up on exercise and decided to hop on a bodaboda (motorcycle).  For less than a dollar, they will take you anywhere you want to go in town.  I didn’t realize when I flagged down this particular motorcycle that I would get much more than a ride to the market.

    James grew up in Gulu town. His family used to own land a nearby village, but the war forced them to flee.  Even after peace returned to the region, his parents refused to return to a place where they saw women and children murdered.  He says it’s hard to remember what Gulu town used to look like because now most roads are paved. Modern buildings have replaced the mud brick, thatched roofed hut that once covered the entire town.  “”It’s all because of the war” he said as I climbed on the back of his bodaboda. “”Every situation has its advantages and disadvantages” he explained, “When the war was still ongoing, there was development like we never saw before. All of a sudden all these international NGOs flocked to Gulu and brought with them money. Health care was free. School was free. Of course people died, but do you think wazungu (westerns) would have cared about Gulu if not for Kony?”

    Despite the wind rushing past as we rode down road, I was transfixed on James’ point.  Just like the gold rush had created boom towns in the American West, so had conflict transformed Gulu from a nowhere town in northern Uganda to the unofficial NGO capital of Uganda.  But with every boom logically follows a bust. “Now that we are at peace, these NGOs are closing down and moving to places like South Sudan or the Congo.  These NGOs hired so many locals to work for them, where will people find jobs like that again?” I had no response.  This is the dark side of international development. These organizations are driven by their donors to go where the need is greatest; even if that means the core issues that caused that need in the first place go unaddressed. These organizations use buzzwords like sustainability and human-centered, but long lasting change is not sexy.  Feeding children during a famine makes for a better photo than empowering the same children to rebuild their communities once peace returns.  It also takes less time.  A Band-Aid instead of a cure.

    I reached the market within 10 minutes.  I thanked James for the ride, handed him 1,000 shillings (30 cents) and he drove off. I never got a picture of him, but I remember this conversation vividly. There are professors who have dedicated their entire lives to make the point that James made in a brief ride to the market.

     

    Since I have no pictures of James, here are a few random shots from my time in Gulu thus far!

    Cutest girl in Gulu

    Wedding Day of Patrick and Clare

    Prosthetic Leg

    Young prosthetic craftsman at work

    Swish

    March to the beat of a different drum

     

     

  155. Hills and Valleys

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    Losing all sense of time due to jet lag I kept having to ask myself; What day is it? What time is it back at home? What is the temperature outside? My first day in Nepal I slept for the most part, went to the grocery with my host family, then met with the leaders of the organization I would be working with during my summer fellowship. The founder of the organization let me know that she would start her journey to Dhankuta the next day and offered me a ride. I accepted the offer thinking that this would be the perfect time to bond before starting work together. Before I could even learn the name of the street I was staying on in Katmandu I was off to my next destination! To be completely honest I was feeling like a fish out of water. My usual habit when in a new place is to dedicate the first day or so to fight jet lag, relax, and learn the lay of the land. But in the line of work I am entering there is no time for that! Goodbye comfort zone! Goodbye getting settled in one place! (In retrospect I wish I stuck to my usual habit of getting settled.)

    The journey was supposed to start at 7:25 AM the next day. Our departure from Kathmandu got a little delayed because I had to chase my host family’s dog back into their fence. I was trying not to let the dog out but thanks to my backpack I had to open the gate wider to exit. Once Bella (the dog) was done protesting I was able to get her back where she belonged and meet my ride around the corner from the house. Our trip began. 

    With paved and unpaved roads 4 wheel drive is a must in Nepal. There is no cruising on the highway at 60 mph either. Unless you don’t care about your car that is. With no A/C in the car we all had our windows down to catch the breeze. This also meant that all of the exhaust from buses and trucks consistently entered the car along with dust from the road. I was told about the road conditions before so whenever the air got too thick for me I would tie a scarf around my mouth and nose. Traffic was also an issue along the way.

    During the beautiful ride to our first destination, Biratnagar, the view of the hills and valleys triggered excitement, and gratefulness! At one point I found myself pushing back tears. There is something about nature and admiring the greatness of God. Gazing at the scenery felt like a foreshadow into my weeks ahead. Around every sharp curve there was a new view. Even with the occasional pouring rain & winding roads there was beauty in it all. Like our trip I was expecting to hear tragic, rough stories from the people I met. Specifically the women I met with uterine prolapse. I was also expecting a moment of time to witness the resilience, passion, love, and beauty of the people I met. There is beauty in valleys and hills no matter how dark or treacherous they may be. If there is a way up then there is always a way down. This is something I think we all have in common. Everyone has a story! Everyone has their own experiences!

    Koshi River

    We made a couple stops along our way. One at an outhouse, the next for lunch in a beautiful valley, and the last at the biggest river in Nepal, the Koshi river. One very important stop we made was to get a sim card for my phone. I had to nag the people I was with to get one. At one point they even teased me for asking which I did not mind because when it comes to my safety I do not play! Having a working phone is very important! (More on this point later) We arrived in Biratnagar around 7:30 PM. After checking into our hotel I showered off the road residue and went to bed excited to explore the new area I was in.

    TO BE CONTINUED…

  156. Bittersweet Tales from Western Nepal

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    Aruna has patience that almost seems defined by her determination. Perhaps this is a useful (if somewhat unlikely) combination of traits for anyone with her job—an Advocacy and Training Officer working on the reproductive rights campaigns of the Centre for Agro-Ecology and Development (CAED) in Nepal.

    CAED Office, Kathmandu

     

    She explains the origins of chhaupadi, a practice of banishing women to a chhau goth (hut) during their menstrual period that persists in western Nepal. More information on this will follow in later blog posts, but for the benefit of readers who are unfamiliar with the practice, it is founded on a belief prevailing in certain Hindu cultures that women are impure during this time and after childbirth. Chhaupadi roughly translates as “the condition of being untouchable during menstruation”.

    Chhau goth

     

    In addition to their banishment from the family home, Aruna explains, women and girls are forbidden from touching household items and other people (except infants); engaging in social and family events; consuming any dairy, meat, vegetables or fruit; and bathing. She is joined by Kulyani, who helps with translating and adds to Aruna’s descriptions. Another CAED staff member stops by to listen to our discussion.

    Aruna attributes the spread of chhaupadhi to a restrictive religious interpretation propagated by gurus and other spiritual leaders a few centuries back (for example, in the Garud Puran and Manusmriti). We all marvel at the contrast with older Hindu texts, which do not mention menstrual impurity.

    Aruna, Field Officer with CAED

     

    “The most difficult part of putting an end to this practice is the mindset”, Aruna says. A few years ago, she was in a village called Murma in far western Nepal, raising awareness about the dangers of chhaupadi (including rape, illness and death). She managed to convince 75 households to allow their women to sleep on the verandahs outside their houses, where they could be closer to their family and away from the dark and damp confines of the chhau goth. Aruna was happy with this first step. 10 women even began sleeping indoors.

    The dangers of chhaupadi reported in a local newspaper

     

    These 10 success stories have probably been short-lived. On the last day of the training program, one of the girls in the village began menstruating for the first time and her family agreed to let her sleep inside, to Aruna’s delight. She woke with a crick in her neck, which almost all villagers took to be an irrefutable reminder of the punishment that will be dealt to all those who fail to practice chhaupadhi. I’m afraid to ask whether the group of 10 women returned to the chhau goth, and suddenly understand why determination needs to be coupled with patience in this line of work.

  157. The Reason I Came to Nepal- What is Uterine Prolapse?

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    I am sure that many of you are wondering what uterine prolapse is (like I was when I saw it in The Advocacy Project fellowship application). Here you will get a glimpse into what uterine prolapse is and how it impacts the lives of Nepali women.

    Definition

    The descent or herniation of the pelvic organ, uterus, rectum or bladder into the vagina (Amnesty International ,2014); when the muscles (levator ani muscles/ pelvic floor) around the uterus weaken the and the uterus moves into the vagina.

    Normal position of uterus.

    Uterine: relating to the uterus (the female organ that develops eggs) or womb (Merriam-Webster)

    Prolapse: out of place (Merriam-Webster)

    Is Uterine Prolapse Treatable?

    Yes. There are 4 stages of uterine prolapse and different ways to treat each stage.

    • Stage 1: uterus is in the upper half of the vagina; muscle strengthening exercise can prevent continued muscle weakness
    • Stage 2: uterus is at the opening of the vagina; a ring pessary is placed into the vagina to keep the uterus in place and support pelvic organs
    • Stage 3 & 4: uterus protrudes or is completely out of the vagina; pelvic floor repair surgery is done to tighten vagina walls or a hysterectomy is completed to remove the uterus.

      Severe uterine prolapse.

    Do women die from this?

    NO! But it still affects women’s DALYs (Disability-Adjusted Life Year) and in Nepal many women are abused due to their condition. More on this can be read: Vulvodynia: Is a ‘Depressed’ Vagina The Reason You Find Sex Painful?

    Common Causes

    • Old age
    • Young child bearing age
    • Strain on pelvic muscles from obesity, heavy object lifting, constipation, or persistent coughing
    • High number of births and low periods between
    • Prolonged difficult labor
    • Malnutrition
    • Pushing down on abdomen during labor

    *The causes in italics are common among Nepali Women*

    Symptoms

    • Uterus protruding from vagina (severe cases); sometimes ulcers on prolapsed uterus
    • Backache
    • Difficulty carrying out daily tasks, walking, sitting, lifting objects
    • Difficulty urinating or defecating
    • Urine leaking
    • Sexual intercourse discomfort or difficulty
    • Discharge and strong odder from vagina

    Barriers

    • Social Stigma/ Shame: Women avoid treatment because of fear that family and/or community members will hate and isolate them. Women have also experienced physical and emotional abuse.
    • Cultural Practices: Men have the authority to decide if a woman can seek health care in certain caste groups and communities. Women are in charge of heavy manual labor to sustain household income. Women are deemed useless if they are not able to bare children and work.
    • Lack of Health Care Access: Healthcare clinics are not available in every region of Nepal. For some the trip to a health clinic or hospital is too expensive. The trip and treatment would also require the women to take off work which reduces the household income.

    (Amnesty International ,2014)

    What is being done in Nepal?

    The Nepali government mainly focuses on treatment of uterine prolapse. One way they ensure treatment is provided is through prolapse screening camps where surgery is given to women diagnosed with uterine prolapse. Monitoring and prevention of uterine prolapse is lacking however. Only focusing on treatment for uterine prolapse will not stop women from developing uterine prolapse. Also ignoring the issues surrounding uterine prolapse such as gender discrimination is a violation of international law.

    During my fellowship I will explore how Care Women Nepal (CWN) is effectively addressing the issue of uterine prolapse through helping facilitate the Women’s Health Camp.

  158. Starting with a Success Story

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    Street vendor in Chhetrapati, waiting for change, surrounded by her vegetables. (Kathmandu/LC)

     

    I struggled a lot with writing my first blog post.

     

    Should I write something reflecting on my first impressions of the country where I will be living for 6 months, at the risk of being cliché? Should I do something formal summing-up the last few weeks preparing for my stay in Nepal, at the risk of making it very boring for the reader?

    I could write something funny about my experience being approached by 4 local hash dealer within 3 minutes one evening in Thamel, whispering in my back “I have good one, good one, hashish, my house”, because I probably stood involuntarily at the hash trade intersection of the area. I could also write about my delightful experiences being vegetarian and trying to avoid looking all the plucked and neckless chickens lying on dirty displays every 30 meters on the streets I walk along to get to work.

    A woman sorting out rice in front of her store in Nhyokha. (Kathmandu/LC)

     

    I decided it would be useful to sum-up the following things:

    What is AP?

    The Advocacy Project (AP) is a non-profit based in Washington that works with community-based organisations (CBOs) to help them get their message out, support their work for social change, and strengthen the organisation in order to increase their independence and chances of success. AP hired 10 Peace Fellows this summer that will work with chosen CBOs on particular projects. During our training in Washington, our group produced a 2018 promotion video, that you can visualize here as it will surely be much more effective to explain AP and our fellowships.

    Why am I in Nepal & what will I do?

    I am in Nepal for 6 months because I applied for one of AP’s fellowship with a Nepalese NGO called CONCERN (Concern for children & environment Nepal). It has been fighting various forms of child labour since 1994. I will work with CONCERN on a campaign that supports 50 children that have been rescued from brick factories and put back in school. Since CONCERN works with 7 schools in the Kathmandu Valley, I will be conducting a report on this 50 children project, meeting all the children, their families, and teachers, updating the data collection, telling stories about these children and their new life at school (without bricks), potentially producing a documentary on child labour in brick kilns, training CONCERN’s staff about IT and social media, and (of course) raising funds!

    The centre of Thamel, the most touristic area of Kathmandu, where “Yes Madam, Rikshaw”, and “Taxi Madam, taxi” stream in from every direction. (Kathmandu/LC)

     

    Starting with a success story

    CONCERN’s founder & director, Bijaya, and the chief of finances, Prakash, took me on a field trip right at the beginning, but it was not a visit to a school or to the families which are supported by CONCERN as I would have expected. I went to Panauti, a town in Kavrepalanchok district, because CONCERN was closing the field office there. Opened in 2008, the office was coordinated by Jayaram. Within 10 years, CONCERN managed to eradicate child labour in the stone quarries of Panauti, Khopassi and Salandu Bagar. 350 children from more than 300 stone quarries have been rescued. CONCERN supported poor families with goat farming, gardening and sewing training in order to reduce poverty and consequently child labour. To be sure that the stone quarries of Paunauti area remain free from child exploitation, Prakash, Bijaya and Jayaram are visiting them from time to time.

    The town of Panauti, situated in the South-East of Kathmandu where CONCERN eradicated child labour in stone quarries within 10 years. (Panauti/LC)

     

    Yesterday, as I was arriving at my office after my daily 45 minute walk by foot in the dust and exhaust emissions, one young boy crossed the street. A child-porter, far too weak to carry the heavy charge on his back and his forehead. Was it a bag of rice, potatoes, cement or sand? I don’t know, but no child should be subjected to forced labour.

    Starting with a success story might be a message of hope. But there is still so much to do. I will do everything in these 6 months to make sure that these rescued 50 children keep going to school and don’t go back to the kilns.

    A man is unloading bricks arriving from the factories in the courtyard from a street in Nhyokha. (Kathmandu/LC)

     

    I hope I will manage to touch you with all my further blog posts, videos & podcasts. Maybe I will bring tears to your eyes or make you smile, I hope to at but least get your attention on this deep rooted problem that is child labour.

    Stay tuned!

     

  159. Uganda-1 Chris- 0

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    To summarize my first week in Uganda, all I need to say is – it can only get better from here.

    Allow me to explain.  On the eight hour bus ride from Kampala to Gulu, I fell asleep.  I know, seems innocent enough.  Unfortunately someone noticed the sleepy mzungu (white person) so I when I woke up in Gulu, my backpack was gone.  Stolen to be exact.  Oh man, that was a bad way to start this adventure.  Laptop, kindle, cords, battery packs, and my toothbrush! I would like to lie and say I handled it with dignity. But I’m a little more hotheaded than that.  I don’t believe any Ugandan has heard such a large variety of English curse words.  F bombs could be heard echoing throughout the bus stand.  Like I said, hotheaded.

    I felt so deflated.  Not because my stuff was gone, stuff can be replaced.  What really shook me was how stupid I was.  I have lived in East Africa for over three years so I considered myself an expert, a professional, a modern day David Livingstone. That’s how life works, right? As soon as you get a bit too cocky, life comes along to humble you.  Well, consider me humbled.

    You may be wondering at this point of the story, if Chris’ laptop was stolen, how is he writing this blog? Short answer – good people.  I arrived at the office of the Gulu Disabled Person Union (GDPU) with my mouth still full of expletives.  I was having a personal pity party when I got out of my taxi. Then I saw a man with no legs sitting on the ground fixing his wheelchair. It was pretty hot outside, even for a Ugandan, so sweat was trickling down his face as he worked.  I was amazed, not because I had never seen a man without legs, but because he had a smile as bright as the African sun.  I walked over to introduce myself, but before I said a word he told me how sorry he was to hear about my laptop.  News travels fast out here.  Charles Okwonga lost his legs after stepping on a landmine and I had the nerve to complain about a laptop.

    Charles Okwonga

    Then I met Patrick Ojok, the director of GDPU, who did not hesitate to offer me his laptop. People I never met before began messaging me on facebook to offer me condolences and access to their laptop. Local Ugandans stop me in the street to apologize on behalf of the country.  I have made friends with locals and Peace Corps Volunteers.  How can I be sad when I am surrounded by such wonderful people?  Once again, I have been humbled.  This time by the love and support of people who don’t know me at all. Life is funny that way.  One minute you are questioning your faith in humanity and the next you are sitting in awe of it.

    I don’t intend to write more blog posts like this. The only reason I decided to share this story is because I really believe life doesn’t do things to you, it does things for you.  For the rest of my time here, I will use this blog to highlight the lives and stories of the people of Gulu.  To share the voices of those that are never heard and show the faces of those who go unseen.   So sit back, relax, and enjoy the next ten weeks as I show you a side of Uganda you haven’t seen before!  And if you have’t yet, please consider supporting our work so everyone can live with dignity regardless of their disability.  Just follow the link to donate – Support GDPU

    Uganda Sky

  160. Jack of All Trades! But a Master at What?

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    Hello everyone and welcome to my blog! Last week I completed my pre-travel training in Washington D.C. led by the Advocacy Project! During the five day training 10 fellows, including myself, learned about nonprofit management, monitoring and evaluation, videography, photography, fundraising, storytelling, website building, podcasting, and blogging. I think it’s safe to say that we are now a jack of all trades!

    Click here to checkout the other 2018 Peace Fellow blogs!
    This summer I will use these skills during my fellowship with Care for Women Nepal (CWN) located in Dhankuta, Nepal. The mission of CWN is to improve health care access for women through CWN’s annual women’s health camp. The health camp screens for uterine prolapse, a health issue prevalent among women in Nepal. For many of the women traveling from surrounding areas of Dhankuta this is their only opportunity to receive health care services. CWN covers the cost for surgery and treatment for women that are in need of surgery for uterine prolapse including travel expenses.

    The 2018 Peace Fellows traveling to Nepal!

    My goal is to tell the stories of the people behind CWN and the individuals benefiting from their work. Throughout my journey my blog will shift from focusing on my personnel experience to the stories of the individuals I connect with. In order to achieve this goal I must figure out which platform I will master during my ten week fellowship. Below you will find my first attempts at trying to figure out my platform during training.

    My first video:

    My first podcast: 

    Click the image to listen!

    Honestly I like both platforms right now!

    Quick Q&A:

    Why am I excited to go to Nepal? For almost a decade during my undergraduate and graduate studies I have focused heavily on human rights and infectious disease. Through this fellowship I will be able to apply the skills I have obtained in the real world! This is also my first time traveling to Southeast Asia.

    Why am I nervous about going to Nepal? This opportunity will serve as a test to see if working in the non-governmental organization world is really for me.

    What is uterine prolapse? Stay tuned to find out! Hope you are ready to journey with me! 

  161. My Pre-Departure Journey To Nepal…NAMASTE

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    NAMASTE ?!

    Do not think I forgot about the blog, only at this time I have no news to tell. The countdown continues its march. At this moment, I am uncertain of when my adventure will begin but allow me to present my upcoming fellowship with the Advocacy Project (AP). The Advocacy Project aims to “help marginalized communities to tell their stories, strengthen their organizations, take action, and mobilize new support.” And in less than two weeks, I hope to be departing for Nepal to support a community-based organization known as Backward Society Education (BASE) and help their campaign in fighting the practice of domestic slavery of young girls known as Kamlaris.

    The program I intend to participate in, for which I hope to travel to Dang district in western Nepal, is with BASE. BASE is committed to “building an equitable, peaceful and advanced society in Nepal through advocacy, socio-economic development, human resource and institutional development, cultural, environmental and human rights protection and preservation.” I decided to participate in this program for two main reasons: it will give me an opportunity to apply the critical thinking skills I have acquired through formal instruction in a real-world setting, and it also will give me an opportunity to engage with young Nepalese girls and hear their stories. As an added bonus, I will be able to visit a different part of the world and diversify my experience outside of the African context.

    While in Nepal, I will tell the stories of a couple girls who have been freed from slavery and give them a platform to air their less privileged voices. I will support the host organization (BASE) in the four main ways AP builds capacity. That is through telling the story, strengthening organizations, taking action while producing change and through mobilizing support. It is going to be a fast-paced fellowship, but I am confident that after the rigorous week of skill building and training by AP at Georgetown University, Washington, DC, I have the necessary tools to keep up with and adapt to the different environments I will be experiencing.

    Perhaps the greatest day-to-day challenge will, in fact, be the environment. Monsoon season is coming! It is summer time in Nepal right now, but it is also the rainy season. Kathmandu will be warm, but most of the other cities we travel to will likely be cool and wet due to their high elevation. I will be staying in Dang for the majority of my journey, with a couple of weeks being spent in Kathmandu. Layered clothing, rain gear, and hydration will be essential!

    I hope you’ll join me on this journey by following along with my latest blog! I plan to post at least once a week over the course of 10 weeks, but I will of course have to work out all of the details once I’m on the ground in Nepal – Wi-Fi availability and our travel schedule may vary.

    This blog is intended to be both a catalog of my adventures as well as a critical analysis of the places and peoples I will come into contact with. I will explore cultural confluence – be that between myself and modern Nepalese people – through personal encounters and observations in the classroom and on-site in Dang, Nepal.

    Thank you very much for reading and please stay tuned for more!

  162. Reflections From 31,000 Feet

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    The 2018 AP Peace Fellows!

    Hello from 31,000 feet above the North Atlantic! As I write this first blog, I’m sitting in row 22 of the first leg of my journey to Nairobi, Kenya. Despite the length of this first flight (13 hours, woof!), I find myself incredibly excited. For the last five days, the nine other Peace Fellows and I went through training with the Advocacy Project (AP) to prepare us for our work this summer in Kenya, Uganda, Nepal, Zimbabwe, Vietnam, and Jordan. While our fellowships this summer will be very different, (click here if you want to read about the other fellowships!) we all formed friendships and a unique bond over the work we’ll be doing this summer and the passion we all have for grass-roots organizations leading to social change.

    To give some background and a better understanding of what I’ll be doing this summer, it’s important to first understand what the Advocacy Project is. AP is a non-profit organization whose mission is to give a voice to the voiceless and to help marginalized communities take action to protect their rights. AP does this by partnering with community-based organizations (CBO’s) around the world, sending a Peace Fellow to work with them for 10 weeks to help strengthen their organization by telling their story, helping develop their programs, assisting in fundraising efforts, helping develop their IT and social media, and boosting their international promotion.

    Iain (Executive Director of AP) and Karen (Program Manager of AP) hold a quilt that was made by female Iraqi and Syrian refugees in Jordan, who are helped by AP’s partner the Collateral Repair Project

    What makes AP so different from other non-profits and NGO’s is that AP recognizes the strength of local solutions for local problems. While a practice may work in one part of the world, it may not work in another, and that is why AP partners with community-based organizations to try and help effect change. I love this model; it empowers CBO’s across the globe while recognizing that rubber-stamp solutions are not as effective as grass-root solutions.

    That is why I am heading to Kenya to spend 10 weeks working in Nairobi, Baringo County, and Samburu County with the Children Peace Initiative Kenya! AP and CPI Kenya have been in partnership for three years now; I will write more in my next blog about CPI Kenya and the righteous work they do, but if you’re curious feel free to check them here .

    Caroline and Lara interview Lindsey as part of our film training

    Keeping all that in mind, AP conducted five days of intense training for us Peace Fellows, covering subjects such as blogging, conducting interviews, security, cultural sensitivity, podcasting, video editing, photography, crowdsourcing, budgeting, website building, monitoring and evaluation, and much more. We shared our goals for this summer, our hopes, our fears, our concerns, our excitement, and of course we shared a pint or two together at the closing reception 🙂

    #TeamNepal – Komal, Caroline, Michelle, Lara, & Lindsey all head to various parts of Nepal as AP Peace Fellows, and Nity (from Nepal) will be supporting them as an AP intern!

    Our training wrapped up Sunday evening with a going-away reception at AP’s offices, where we toasted to the incredible directors Iain and Karen and said our goodbyes. Unfortunately, I had to call it quits earlier than I wanted, but if you know me then you can probably guess that I hadn’t started my packing yet. And 15 hours after I started packing I was wheels-up, en route Nairobi!

    #TeamAfrica – Alex, Chris and I are the 3 Peace Fellows working in Africa for the next 10 weeks. I head to Kenya to work with the children in warring pastoral tribes, Alex heads to Zimbabwe to work to end child marriage, and Chris heads to Uganda to help build handicap-accessible latrines in schools!

    As I sit here on the plane I know that trying to sleep is fruitless; the adrenaline I have for reaching Nairobi and meeting the wonderful people at CPI Kenya is way too high. I’ll wrap this up by thanking you for reading through the whole blog and asking you to continue reading it (I’ll be posting one a week) and if you like it, then feel free to share it!

    Cheers,

    Colleen

  163. Looking Back on Ten Weeks at Peace Labs

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    As a conclusion to my summer internship, after returning to school at Columbia University’s School of International and Public Affairs (SIPA), I, along with other students who had taken a course on peacebuilding fieldwork the previous spring, presented our experiences at the Applied Peacebuilding Symposium (September 29, 2017). The presentations followed the format of PechaKucha, which comes from the Japanese for “chit-chat,” and provides a more dynamic structure for PowerPoint presentations. The approach consists of 20 slides, often of only images, shown for exactly 20 seconds each. Below is the substance of my presentation.

     

    This is the logo of the Beirut-based conflict resolution/peacebuilding NGO Peace Labs, were I was as an intern over the summer, receiving support from a Washington, D.C. based NGO, The Advocacy Project, as one of their summer Peace Fellows.

    Peace Labs’ Arabic name, which you can see at the bottom, translates to ‘the Lebanese team for conflict transformation.’

     

    This is a picture of my desk at Peace Labs’ Beirut office that the founder and director, Jean-Paul Chami, sent me soon before I arrived in Lebanon. I spent most of my time there, but since Peace Labs’ activities focus on the north of the country, I got to spend some time there as well, in and around Tripoli.

     

     

     

     

    This is Jean-Paul – we call him “JP” – at one of several whiteboards we had in the office. His background is in facilitation and training, so visuals and diagrams were some of his favorite/trademark tools, which he used in almost any meeting or discussion…

     

     

    including at a café on the road to Tripoli, which turned into a strategic planning session, using the back of a paper placemat to map out the organization’s future. I then turned the diagram into a concept note that I think they’re still using.

    I still have that placemat, too.

     

    I saw these pages hanging up in JP’s office, as a visual representation of Peace Labs’ approach.

    First of all, they’re trying to give people different lenses and different perspectives through which to see their conflicts.

     

    As a track-2 organization, they’re also a connection between the local/grassroots and the national/policy-making-level.

    Some of their tools are facilitations, trainings, workshops, and what they call ‘communities of practice,’ which you can see here, which is when local figures who have an interest in conflict resolution gather amongst themselves and with interested people from other villages to share knowledge and best practices for conflict resolution.

     

    They’ve also worked to build “Local Conflict Advisory Teams,” which are local figures trained about conflict, who are then reference points that the communities can turn to when conflicts arise.

     

     

    Another major aspect of Peace Labs’ approach is reflection and analysis of peacebuilding practices. It’s not enough to just implement projects; it’s important to reflect on whether the programs are having the right kind of impact and to share knowledge and best practices with other organizations working on conflict.

     

    This was a conference hosted by an organization called House of Peace, that Peace Labs was invited to participate in, along with other representatives from local and international organizations.

     

     

     

     

    This is one of the most famous symbols of Beirut: a mosque and church standing side-by-side. It’s a testament to the diversity and potential harmony in Lebanon, but it’s also a reminder of the potential conflict.

    Lebanon’s Civil War involved various sectarian militias, and although fighting officially stopped over 20 years ago, many of the underlying tensions were not fully dealt with, and some say the war never really ended, especially since many of the same leaders from various factions during the Civil War are still in government now.

     

    Another symbol of Beirut is Martyrs’ Square (here all dressed up for Army Day), with its monument all full of bullet holes.

     

     

     

    One of the remnants of the Civil War, where they haven’t been paved over and covered up; throughout the city you can find facades pockmarked from bullets from the war. This is a building along the former ‘Green Line’ that divided East and West Beirut, called “Green” because, as the frontline, it was uninhabitable, and since no one group could control it, Mother Nature took over, and there was green running through the city.

     

    And while the Green Line in Beirut exists now only in people’s imagination and memory, more recent conflict in the north has created new divides. In Tripoli, partly as a result of unresolved Civil War tensions, partly as a result of spillover from Syria, but largely because of economic marginalization, there was a period of violent clashes between communities on opposite sides of Syria Street, which you can see here.

     

    This is the building of the Ruwwad Center, an organization that works with youth: the physical building is located in one neighborhood in Tripoli, while the front entrance opens into a gated courtyard in another neighborhood. During the period of the clashes, in order for children from the lower neighborhood to safely enter the Center, a side entrance had to be built.

     

     

     

     

    These are embroidered keychains made by the women’s workshop of another Tripoli-based NGO which brings together women from both sides of the conflict, as well as refugee women for economic empowerment and other programs. SHIFT, the organization that owns the building that houses the women’s workshop, also serves as a social entrepreneurship incubator to help sustain local economic development efforts, which is necessary, given the (often politically-backed and financed) destruction of the communities was not followed with official reconstruction efforts.

     

     

     

    While Syrian refugees get a lot of attention these days (and rightfully so), Palestinians have been refugees in Lebanon for a long time, some over half a century. This is the office of the governing organization in the Palestinian camp of Beddawi, outside Tripoli. Palestinian camps in Lebanon are entirely self-organized, providing their own government and security, with little input from the Lebanese government.

     

    This is Abu Rami, a senior member of the popular committee in the camp, in charge of services, which are among the main challenges faced by Palestinians in the camp because it now hosts over 50,000 people, even though it is only one square kilometer and was originally intended for less than half that number.

     

    Because of this, one of the major problems is social tension coming from overcrowding in the camp since Palestinians can’t own property in Lebanon outside the camp.

     

    Another major problem is that many jobs in Lebanon are restricted, so many Palestinians, even highly educated, can’t get good jobs. This leads to high unemployment, poverty, and associated problems of disaffected youth, who may then become involved in violent clashes or the recent increase in drug abuse in the camp.

     

    I thought it would be fitting to end my presentation with a peaceful sunset because Lebanon is a really beautiful country, and at the risk of sounding cliché, I think it’s also a useful metaphor because no matter how bad or complicated things seem in Lebanon and the Middle East in general, people and organizations like the ones I’ve mentioned are working to make sure that the future is brighter.

     

    Thanks for reading.

     

  164. Beyond the office: local encounters and new friendships in Beirut

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    It’s now been a few weeks since I finished my internship/fellowship with Peace Labs and the Advocacy Project, and while I already know what a great experience it was, I’m sure it will take some time for me to realize the full impact it has had on me, both professionally and personally. Reflecting back on my ten weeks in Lebanon, I realize that my experiences outside the office were just as memorable as my workdays, and in many ways complemented what I learned while interning at Peace Labs. As part of my preparations before coming here, I underwent Hostile Environment Awareness Training. It made me worry a bit. “They’re sending me to a place where I might need to know these things?” I thought to myself. I immediately pictured some kind of war-torn country, debris everywhere. That was my mistake. It’s good to be careful, but the added stress of me assuming the worst did not benefit me in any way. Hopefully I have now learned this, and it sticks.

    The famous ‘Pigeon Rocks’ of Beirut

     

    When I first arrived in Beirut, I initially stayed at one of the hostels near the nightlife area where I encountered dozens of foreign travelers who wanted to make the most of their time in Beirut. At one café in the neighborhood, I had several conversations with a bartender who turned out to be a Syrian from Aleppo. The pockmarks from bullets along the walls of the hostel dating from the Lebanese Civil War – a sight that turned out to be common away from the highly rebuilt downtown area – were a reminder of the devastation that accompanies civil wars and of the destruction that had recently been going on in his hometown.

    On the waterfront in Tripoli

    After a week at the hostel, I moved to an apartment in a more residential, less touristic neighborhood, nearer to the Peace Labs office. There, my apartment mates were from different parts of Syria and Lebanon, and worked locally at different jobs. Friends arriving at the apartment also went beyond national borders to include an Iraqi and other Syrians of various backgrounds. Using a mix of Arabic and English with the help of Google Translate, we were able to communicate and all became friends.

    View from my apartment in Beirut

    Other friend groups that I became a part of were involved in different kinds of activities both in Beirut and around the country, which provided additional opportunities to meet locals, as well as travelers, expats, and other individuals from different cultures. One building where we would often meet up was busy with various kinds of activities including improv theater, an NGO office, language exchange, and Friday night dinners organized by a Syrian friend who wanted to offer Syrian and Lebanese cuisine, accompanied by homemade wine and arak (traditional Lebanese liquor) that another friend brought from his village for foreigners to experience and enjoy at reasonable prices. I not only enjoyed eating there, but also ended up helping out in the kitchen when things got hectic.

    Store with my name on it in Beirut’s Armenian neighborhood

    Much of the news regarding the Middle East that arrives in the U.S. focuses on hot-button political issues that often obscure the human aspect behind the events. For those who have never been to the region, this is perhaps also more difficult to recognize. It is all too easy these days, as it has been throughout history, to categorize other individuals as opponents because they live on the other side of any particular border, whether a physical boundary or an imaginary line. Groups fighting other groups can be divided into large expanses, East vs. West, North vs. South, along national or religious lines, or even between neighborhoods, which had occurred in Tripoli, as I discussed in a previous post. As the seventeenth-century French mathematician and physicist Blaise Pascal remarked, however, “Can anything be more ridiculous than that a man has a right to kill me because he dwells the other side of the water, and because his prince has a quarrel with mine, although I have none with him?” (Pensees, IV [1670]). My time at Peace Labs and my interactions outside the office have reinforced my conviction that getting to know others through communication and open interaction can lead not only to friendship between individuals, but, ideally, peaceful coexistence among peoples.

     

     

     

  165. Secondary Peacebuilding in Challenging Contexts: Ruwwad Center in Tripoli

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    Ruwwad Al Tanmeya is a regional community development organization, founded in Jordan in 2005 by Fadi Ghandour (the founder of Aramex), as part of his corporate social responsibility (CSR) efforts. Ruwwad expanded to Egypt and Ramallah in 2011, and it opened in Tripoli, Lebanon, in 2012.

    The following is based on a conversation with Sarah Al-Charif, director of Ruwwad Al Tanmeya in Lebanon.

    While Ruwwad is not explicitly a peacebuilding organization, in Tripoli, given the fact that the communities of Jabal Mohsen and Beb El-Tebbeneh are both equally integrated and working together at Ruwwad, the organization has, in fact, contributed to peacebuilding. While supporting education, economic empowerment, and civic engagement is their primary goal, they have a significant secondary peacebuilding component. Sarah explains that, while they do not organize conferences or workshops about peacebuilding or conflict management, they are actively involved in the process itself: “peacebuilding for us is more tangible; you can measure it. Because you’re getting people together from both communities to be educated, to learn together by attending the same university classes, to be together on the playground, to be together in the workshops that we do, to work together, to volunteer together. So this is why we see the peacebuilding itself as a byproduct of the programs that we do.”

     

    Sarah has been deeply connected and instrumental in the development of the Ruwwad Center in Lebanon. Since 2010, she had been working with Hala Fadel, a social entrepreneur and businesswoman who focuses on promoting social impact and entrepreneurship in the Arab region. Sarah worked with her on entrepreneurial competitions in Tripoli and North Lebanon supporting entrepreneurs to start their own businesses. After achieving notable success in the city, they decided to continue with more initiatives in Tripoli.

     

    2012 was the peak of instability and insecurity in Tripoli due to the sectarian clashes happening between the neighborhoods of Beb El Tebbaneh and Jabal Mohsen. Hala was able to see the importance of intervening in such a context at such a sensitive time. Hala and Sarah had the idea of working on development initiatives in Tebbaneh and Jabal Mohsen, but wanted to conduct an initial community needs assessment to deepen their understanding of the context, programmatic needs, and grassroots concerns. Having access to a strategically located building, and having a team, a vision, and a needs assessment, Hala (through her connection with Fadi) was able to establish Ruwwad Al Tanmeya in Lebanon, with herself as chairwoman.

    Although they didn’t start operating from the building until January 2013, they started activities from the summer of 2012. Since then, the Center has witnessed the various evolutions of the conflict, having operated during ten of twenty rounds of fighting, at the time of the reconciliation in April 2014, and in the post-reconciliation period up to the present.

    The Ruwwad Center is unique for several reasons. First of all, it is mainly funded through the private sector. Business entrepreneurs deploy their resources, connections, knowledge, etc. to support marginalized communities. This gives the Center a significant competitive advantage vis-à-vis other NGOs. Second, the location is strategic in that from the outset it enabled the organization to bring people together while the surrounding environment was trying to tear them apart. Third, the team of people who have been behind the operations from the beginning feel a strong sense of ownership and dedication to their work at the Center. Fourth, the model itself helps the people become aware of their own resources and strengths to support their own communities.

    For a community development program to be successful, it must rely on, and be supported by, members of that community. People from the outside will not properly understand the needs – and thus will not be able to really solve the problems  – of the community in question because they will come with their own perspective and experiences. Through Ruwwad programs, community members discover what skills and capabilities they have, and what it takes to develop their communities. The programs themselves are also carefully designed. Every year, staff go to Jordan for regional training on methodologies, which they then integrate in their programs with the youth, so that the youth can then transfer this learning to the beneficiaries.

    All of the Ruwwad Centers follow the same model with three main programs: Youth Organizing, Child Development, and Community Support. The Youth Organizing program opens the door for youth ages 14-25 that are marginalized and in financial need, who want to pursue their education at university or polytechnic institutes, who have shown leadership skills, and who are passionate about giving back to their community. After several rounds of applications, written tests, interviews, and participation in community engagement projects, if selected, they are provided with a full scholarship until they graduate.

     

    The scholarship is conditional, however. As scholars, they must also be volunteers, dedicating four hours per week to support their local community through Ruwwad programs. They must also succeed academically as well as participate in the enrichment programs offered by Ruwwad. Each week, Ruwwad hosts cultural debate sessions, called Dardashat, where they bring speakers or facilitators, and give the youth a space to express themselves and listen to each other on a particular topic. This is a significant component of their life skills training as they learn to listen actively and to respect, accept, and appreciate diversity. This also provides a space for them to find common ground and discuss painful moments they’ve gone through, realizing they’ve shared similar pain, and now share a same purpose to live with dignity, to be educated, and to have a better future. Scholars also attend business skills trainings to empower their language, IT, entrepreneurial, and soft skills. Thus, when they graduate after 3-5 years, the scholars have at least a Bachelor’s degree from a university or polytechnic institute, 100 hours of social experience in their local communities, and employable skills to be competitive in the job market. Ruwwad also supports them to find an internship, job opportunities, or even to start their own business.

    The community service hours of the scholars are spent either in the child development program or the community support program. The child development program supports children ages 6-12 from the community, and incorporates an inquiry-based learning methodology, which encourages the children to be explorers and to research and provide answers for themselves. This is fostered through a particular methodology which is integrated in the storytelling, creative arts, creative sciences, sports, wood workshop, children’s literature, among other activities. The child development programs are run both as a child learning incubator in the community center, as well as in public schools in the community where Ruwwad has permission to operate. Furthermore, they offer parental and community support programs to support the parents of the children.

    The third program is the community support program, which focuses mainly on empowering women. This program includes the Women Advancement track, which supports women from both communities economically and educationally. Three years ago, as a component of their economic support program, Ruwwad opened a community kitchen, where women who share the painful effects of the conflict (loss of family members, etc.) can come together, share a new purpose, and support their families.

    The women also go through an educational cycle which supports their learning through a curriculum delivered either at Ruwwad or through partnerships to raise awareness about legal issues, human rights, nutrition, hygiene, etc. Moreover, the medical student volunteers at Ruwwad also design an educational curriculum for the women to raise awareness about health and hygiene, conducting sessions every week or every two weeks.

    The community support programs also feature various other kinds of business/economic support programs through microloans, grants, or in-kind support. The Ruwwad Center also implements some other project-based programs, such as the French Fund for Innovative Projects from Civil Societies and Coalitions of Actors (PISCCA), where high school students receive either French or English language support and IT, in order to be prepared for, and succeed in, university studies and the job market. Some of these high school students also later become scholar-volunteers at Ruwwad. In this sense, Ruwwad is looking to complete the cycle, reaching back to empower everyone from childhood until they enter the job market.

     

     

     

    All this is not without challenges, however. In fact, the Ruwwad Center has faced challenges and overcome obstacles since its inception. During the period of clashes, security was one of the biggest concerns. Even getting to the Center was dangerous. While physically located in Beb El Tebbeneh, the front entrance to the Center opens on Jabal Mohsen. Thus, in order for people to safely enter from Tebbeneh, a side entrance had to be built.

     

     

     

     

     

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    Even so, for some of the youth, even those from Tebbeneh or Jabal who may have lived on the periphery of their neighborhoods, convincing their parents to let them go to the heart of the conflict was certainly a challenge.

     

    But even aside from the conflict, the very nature of their work presents many obstacles. While working with marginalized communities and women empowerment programs already presents a set of challenges, Sarah explains that, in addition, “the community service itself was a challenge; because it’s a new concept to engage people and to tell them ‘you have what it takes to give back to your community.’ So this is a new model for them; a new concept.”

    Additionally, given the dominance of political and religious affiliations in the area, building trust with the communities also posed a challenge. The people were initially cautious about a potential hidden agenda of the Center. However, after seeing the bravery, dedication, and perseverance of the people at Ruwwad, working impartially despite the conflict, and supporting both sides equally, it didn’t take long for the Center to build this trust and credibility with the communities.

    View of Syria Street from the roof of the Ruwwad Center

     

    Through these programs, the Ruwwad Center is contributing to the development of new leadership within the communities, not built on any religious or political affiliations, but on the caliber and qualifications of people more aware of their problems and more passionate about representing their communities. Given that it takes between three and five years for the scholars to finish their programs and earn their degrees, the first significant batch graduated at the end of last year. Many have already found jobs or internships, but they still maintain their connection to Ruwwad, stopping by to visit when they have the chance, and continuing to support and serve as ambassadors, advocating both for their communities and for the Center itself. We all look forward to their future successes and continued efforts to support their communities.

     

     

     

     

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  166. Nepal on my mind

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    “Activism is not a fashion show.” On the contrary, it is a lot less organized, and involves a multitude of actors and stakeholders. The one and most important take away from my experience in Nepal is that Transitional Justice as most things are is highly contextual. In particular transitional justice is incredibly unique depending on the dynamics of the preceding conflict and the politics at play. One thing that however remains common across contexts; there are always actors behind the scenes fighting for victims and for some semblance of justice. Three months later, the people I met in Nepal remain etched in my mind . I therefore wanted to take my final blog as an opportunity to spotlight a few of those actors and their various roles:

    Dewan Rai “You cannot jail the powerful” On one of our first days in Nepal, we met with Kathmandu Post journalist, Dewan Rai who has written extensively on the transitional justice process and its politicization. He has and continues to play a key role in bringing attention to the real issues facing the process, particularly political barriers and key moments and ways forward based on his experience and investigations. 

    Ramesh “Activism is not a fashion show” Although I do not remember his last name as we met in an informal setting, Ramesh works for a German organization in Nepal and was focused on memorialization as a field of study. Memorialization is often neglected yet it is an integral part of the healing process, collectively and individually. I found an interesting article by Simon Robins, a researcher in transitional justice who highlighted some of the ways Nepal has memorialized the conflict: Ramesh thus is facilitation some important programs and strongly believed that it is a complex and multi-faceted process that needs to involve the victims on the ground first and foremost. Hence, the quote above.

    Ram Bhandari “Its all about critical engagement” Ram Bhandari, founder of NEFAD, and whose father was disappeared during the conflict is an active and seemingly unstoppable activist. He’s developed a three-pronged approach to NEFAD; family mobilization, advocacy and small programs (such as economic development programs in Bardiya). Ram’s dedication is what keeps him going and his will to see the voices of victims heard is a key driver for his work. 

    Sarita Thapa “Most women just want the truth” Sarita, as you have probably read in previous blogs is one of the most inspiring people I met in Nepal. Despite being through numerous hardships herself, she has dedicated most of her life and time to victim engagement in the Bardiya regions, gathering stories, organizing the Bardiya women to form a business and being a liaison between women on the ground and the two truth commissions. She is truly superwoman as she is often described.

    In addition to national efforts, a few months into the semester as I reflect on my experience in Nepal, I came across an article written earlier this year in the New York Times. Despite constant fear that Nepal is largely absent from the news, and that the process has been forgotten, there are a close knit of researchers and journalists working to ensure that the process remains on the headlines locally and internationally, 10 years later and despite lack of support from international organizations.

    Please read the article here: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/01/29/world/asia/a-decade-after-nepals-maoist-rebellion-little-justice-for-victims.html

    I am truly grateful for my experience in Nepal, the friends I made, the adventures we experienced and most of all the brave and resilient women of Bardiya who are survivors in every sense of the word.

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  167. Story of a peacemaker: Creativity at its best in local conflict conciliation

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    Despite the attention the recent influx of Syrian refugees receives in ‘Western’ media, many may be surprised to know that Lebanon, a small country (10,452 km2 [4,036 sq mi], smaller than the U.S. state of Connecticut) of around 6 million people (slightly larger than the population of the U.S. state of Maryland), hosts the second largest population of refugees worldwide (behind Pakistan[1]), and has the highest density of refugees-to-host population. But this is not a recent phenomenon. In fact, there are some refugees who have been in Lebanon for over half a century.

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    Administrative office within the Beddawi Palestinian Camp near Tripoli

    The population of Palestinian refugees in Lebanon is estimated at around 450,000, which is around 10% of the total population, although accurate demographic information is difficult to find for Lebanon in general given that, for political reasons, there has not been an official census since 1932. The earliest arrivals date back to 1948 following the First Arab-Israeli War, but they have continued to come, some even two-time refugees – having fled originally to Syria, and now being forced to Lebanon as a result of the conflict there.

    In Lebanon, Palestinians live in a number of designated camps throughout the country. These camps are run completely independent of the Lebanese government and, in coordination with the Palestinian Authority, are responsible for the organization and security of the camps. Since 2013 Peace Labs has been involved in projects in the Beddawi camp, near Tripoli, and during my summer internship I had the opportunity to speak with Abu Rami, who is in charge of providing services in the camp. In addition to working with the Peace Labs program, Abu Rami does social reconciliation work in conjunction with various popular entities, social groups, and NGOs working in the camp.

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    Abu Rami in his office

    Abu Rami was born in 1953 in Tripoli, Lebanon, to parents from northern Palestine. In 1968, he joined the Palestinian military organization which polices the camps, and eventually went to study in Bulgaria as part of a program organized by the Palestinian Liberation Organization (PLO), which sent groups of Palestinians to study abroad in order to later return and transfer their knowledge to help improve the situation of the Palestinians.

    Having studied psychology and business in Bulgaria, Abu Rami joined the popular committee upon his return. Within the Palestinian camps, there are three governmental structures: the head office, which communicates/coordinates with the Lebanese government; the popular committees, which serve as the governing structure for the camps; and the Palestinian security force, which acts as a police force for the camps, as well as connecting to the Lebanese military in case there are any serious problems in the camps.

     

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    The role of the popular committee is to help the people and provide services, such as water, electricity, health, education, and sanitation. As part of the popular committee, Abu Rami oversees service provision, and has also been involved in a number of other activities: serving as an organizer and working in the archives, running a sports club within the camp, communicating among organizations inside and outside the camp, and dealing with legal issues related to refugees, particularly the status of children. He was also in charge of the refugees who fled northward after the Israeli invasion and occupation of southern Lebanon in 1982, and, more recently, he is responsible for following up with the approximately one thousand families of refugees from Syria who have moved into the camp.

    Work in Beddawi poses various challenges. The camp was built in 1957 in a 1km2 area provided for the United Nations Relief and Works Agency (UNRWA), which is responsible for supporting Palestinian refugees, and was originally intended for 17,500 people. Today, the camp holds upwards of 50,000 people, but its geographic area has not expanded along with the population growth because Palestinians are legally barred from owning property in Lebanon outside of the designated camps. This is a major challenge for Beddawi, as Palestinians from 1967, and later those who fled southern Lebanon in 1982, joined those from 1948 who were already living in the camp. Furthermore, Syrians, Palestinians from Syria, Lebanese, and Kurdish people live in the camp. The overpopulation of the camp is a source of tension within the camp as people live in crowded buildings, often with little space between the buildings themselves, and even take over the little public space available.

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    In addition to the detrimental effect that the lack of green areas or public spaces has on the quality of life in the camp, the limited property has significant consequences for social life in the camp. One of the most common has to do with inheritance, given that all children should inherit equally, but this frequently leads to intra-familial conflict.

    Abu Rami told the story of one family in which the mother and father both passed away, leaving five children: three sons (two of which were living in Germany), and two daughters. Although all the siblings had rights to the house, the brother who was still living in the camp tried to get the sisters to marry so that he would get the entire house, and be able to marry and bring his wife there. The other siblings naturally protested, but the brother persisted, even making modifications to the house to suit his needs. When this situation was brought to the attention of the local government, Abu Rami and other members of the popular committee met with each of the siblings, including one of the brothers who came back from Germany, to try to find a way to resolve the issue that was fair and acceptable to all. In the end, they decided on an economic solution, which was for the youngest brother to pay his siblings $5,000 for their share of the house. Yet there remained the issue that the youngest brother did not have the money to pay. At this point, the boss of the youngest brother (who worked in construction) stepped in, and contracted the debt with the understanding that the youngest brother would repay little by little through his work.

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    This episode showcases several aspects of the community’s approach to resolving social conflict. The first is the practice of engaging all the parties involved as well as the committee of service providers, and in the case of inheritance disputes, the committee that works with the prisons. They then call them all together and try to find a solution that works for all sides. If they can’t find a solution in the first meeting, they will ask for another one at a later date, with the interim time meant for everyone to continue thinking about the problem and looking for a small “key” to resolve the conflict in a way that is acceptable to all. At times, however, if they cannot come up with a solution on their own, they may try to engage other people, organizations, or local authorities to provide new solutions, incentives, or pressure, particularly if they take a decision that some parties are not happy with. Depending on the issue, they may also ask the Lebanese government to get involved, given that it is ultimately responsible for the wellbeing of the Palestinian people living there.

    Abu Rami also stressed that they work to solve problems right away. If conflicts are left to fester, they will eventually expand, and be much harder to solve. He gave the example of problems stemming from the schools. In the camp, the primary school classrooms run by UNRWA sometimes have up to fifty students. Under these circumstances, teachers are not able to effectively manage the class, and students are not able to learn. Furthermore, if/when conflict arises among the pupils, these problems can be brought home to the parents, potentially leading to tensions between families and groups. This also creates friction between the parents and the schools. For this reason, there are many people, like Abu Rami, who, in addition to their work in the popular committee, serve as local mediators, ready to address these problems as they appear.

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    Related to the problem of overpopulation are problems related to the provision of services, such as water and electricity, which are often not enough or not distributed evenly to everyone. It should be noted that the camps operate independently of the Lebanese state, and receive no services from it. Most services are provided and distributed by the UNRWA (except electricity, which is brought in from Lebanon), and the popular committees try to supply the rest. But even so, this is a major source of conflict in the camp. Frequently, problems arise among neighbors who share water pipes or electrical lines, with accusations of abuse or excessive use of utilities, and even potential thefts.

    These problems are exacerbated by the fact that the UNRWA, which is responsible for giving services to the Palestinians, is not able to provide as much as they were in the past. While they used to give education and health for all of the refugees, the major donor countries are not able to continue supporting, meaning that the UNRWA has had to cut down on its services. This has led to tensions between the refugees and the UNRWA, and a situation in which people cannot afford services such as health and education. The health clinics themselves have also been affected, as there aren’t enough doctors or medicine to take care of the patients, and if a case is serious enough that the person needs to be transferred to a hospital, the people cannot afford the medical expenses.

    The popular committee is not exempt from these conflicts with the community. Since the popular committee is responsible for providing the services that UNRWA doesn’t, they are often the point of contact for the community, even for electricity, which is supplied (at a cost) by a Lebanese company called Qadisha. If the company is late to fix an operational malfunction or some other problem with the power, it is often the popular committee that bears the brunt of the blame for the shortage.

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    Perhaps the most important challenges confronting the Palestinians of Beddawi are economic. Palestinians in Lebanon face substantial obstacles for employment outside the camps. For this reason, many young, even highly educated, Palestinians find themselves unemployed, and without future prospects for improved living conditions – a significant contributing factor to instability and tensions in the camp.

     

    These economic considerations also affect the family and social life of the camp’s inhabitants. They are the reason behind many of the fights over inheritance, but also play a role in conflicts over marriage and divorce. Abu Rami told another story of a family in which the son wanted to marry, but without enough money, and no possibility for a separate living space, the father objected, and after an escalation of the conflict, the mother and son left the house. Abu Rami went to talk to each party and explained each other’s point of view, and was eventually able to reconcile the family.

    Because the popular committee has very limited funds, collected from very low taxes or small percentages on sale and rental contracts, they rely heavily on support from other organizations to help. For example, following the influx of refugees fleeing the Nahr El Bared camp after the clashes there, the electrical company was not able to cope with the added strain. At that time, the popular committee asked the UNRWA to work with them and the electric company to make sure everyone had access to electricity. Furthermore, the Norwegian Refugee Council has helped to fix houses, and the Red Cross has helped Palestinian refugees from Syria by paying for rents in the camp, as well as working with the popular committee to buy a piece of land and make it suitable for them to have a place to bury their deceased relatives.

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    The solutions most often proposed by the NGOs or government, however, don’t address the real roots of the economic and social problems. And while Peace Labs doesn’t offer any concrete services – and for this reason many of the camp’s inhabitants may not even know that they were running a project there – Abu Rami said that he liked the program and that, for him, the knowledge that Peace Labs brought was a very important and significant service to the community.

    The story of Peace Labs’ involvement in Beddawi began in 2013 when a group of people came to the camp, offering to work with the Palestinians to help them know more about their conflicts and the root causes. Out of these meeting was formed a group of Palestinians who were to focus on mediation and resolving conflicts within the camp. For two years they met, brought speakers and experts, and conducted activities to spread awareness and help make people more aware of the types of conflict in the camp, as well as the potential causes and solutions.

    Abu Rami said he felt the Peace Labs program was particularly rewarding for him because he thinks people should always learn, even at his age, and that the work he did with the group offered him different strategies and a more organized process for dealing with conflict, solving problems, and making peace. It also helped him with communication and analysis of the source of the problem, as well as of the context, i.e., who caused it, and who might have certain influence or could otherwise help resolve it.

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    Abu Rami also noted that he liked Peace Labs’ approach because it’s not only a question of bringing a service, but that it’s also important to study the situation, the people, and their needs in order to provide the right services. In other words, you can’t have a project without asking the people or soliciting their opinions. This has the added effect of showing solidarity with, and concern for, the people, which, for marginalized communities, is of significant value.

    Additionally, Abu Rami felt that the education, research, and solutions/opportunities Peace Labs provided were real services. For example, Peace Labs did some research on the way people came to work in the public places, and proposed that all the people gather in a particular place to sell their goods, and that the road be cleaned and made nice.

    Knowing that this blog would be read by a mostly American audience, when I asked if there was anything he would like to say to them, Abu Rami asked for the American people to be with the Palestinians. He acknowledged that the United States are great funders of the UNRWA, but politically speaking, he asked the Americans to be kind. He added that the American people are educated and understanding, and that they have great knowledge about Palestine and its history. And because the U.S. are a great power, they can influence others and have the power to help get the people back to their homes, noting that Palestinians are not living well outside of their homeland.

    Abu Rami was one of those who would have been able to receive Lebanese nationality, which would likely have made life easier for him; however, he says that he refused because his Palestinian identity is too integral a part of him to give up. Behind the frail exterior is a very smart, kind, energetic, and determined man, who works tirelessly to improve the lives of those in his community. From the little time I spent with him, and from the interactions I observed, it was clear that Abu Rami is a dearly beloved and well-respected figure in his community. Partnerships like the one between Peace Labs and Abu Rami are essential for effectively transforming conflict at the local level. But without the resolution of higher-level political and legal questions, they likely face a long-term and potentially endless struggle for peace.

     

    [1] The Daily Star, 7 January 2015, “Lebanon hosts second largest refugee population: UN”

     

     

     

     

  168. Story of a Peacemaker: How much can be swept under the rug?

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    Some conflicts are either too political or too complicated for outsiders (and maybe even insiders) to understand, and yet one is nevertheless expected to take a side. Although I studied Middle Eastern history in college, knowing that the Lebanese Civil War was so complex, and that I would never fully understand it, I chose to remain blissfully ignorant, essentially ignoring it in my studies. However, when I found out that I had been accepted to an internship position at a peacebuilding NGO in Lebanon for the summer, I realized I needed a crash course on the subject to, at a minimum, recognize some of the names of certain key figures, and have a rough idea of what had happened (for a general overview, I would recommend Al Jazeera’s 15-part series on the War in Lebanon from 2001).

     

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    One of the most well-known symbols of Beirut: Mohammad Al-Amin Mosque and St. Georges Maronite Church standing side by side in Downtown Beirut

     

    Surfing through Wikipedia, it’s easy to fall down the rabbit hole, reading about one massacre, carried out in retaliation for another, which was reprisal for an assassination, which was spurred on by other killings, and so on, and so on; a vicious cycle of violence begetting more violence which engulfed the country for fifteen years.

    Hindsight, they say, is 20/20; and as a foreigner scrolling through Wikipedia, this was plain enough for me to see, but for someone who had been affected by the conflict or been at the heart of the violence, it must have been blinding, a state that contributed to the perpetuation of these injustices.

    While watching video clips and documentaries on YouTube, someone I noticed who seemed also to recognize the danger of this cycle was a former combatant named Assaad Chaftari. He was featured in two videos: an Al Jazeera report on the over 17,000 individuals still considered ‘missing’ from the civil war and a France 24 report on the legacy of the civil war.

     

     

    At the time I did not expect that I’d have the opportunity to meet Assaad in person, but when talking with JP about potential topics for blogs, he suggested a list of organizations and individuals whose work I could highlight, and given that he and Peace Labs had collaborated with Assaad and Fighters for Peace, he contacted Assaad and asked if he would be interested in meeting with me. The following stems from our July 31, 2017, meeting and includes context derived from a range of external sources.

    Assaad studied engineering before the war, but eventually became a high-ranking intelligence officer in a Christian militia during the war – a status which put him in the position to be responsible for many deaths throughout the conflict. However, he’s now vice-president of the organization Fighters for Peace, and is still involved in Initiatives of Change (IofC), the organization he credits for having transformed him.

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    Frank Buchman, founder of IofC

     

    IofC started with the work of the American minister Frank Buchman, who in the 1920s was instrumental in the development of the Oxford Group, an organization that sought to address societal problems through personal transformation. In the 1930s, during the build-up to WWII, the organization took on a new name derived from the argument that, rather than rearm militarily, European nations should rearm morally. The name Moral Re-Armament is still used in Lebanon, but the organization was officially renamed Initiatives of Change (IofC) in 2001.

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    Fighters for Peace is a much newer organization: a Lebanese NGO comprising former fighters from the Lebanese Civil War who came together in 2012 in response to the violence in Tripoli, with a desire to prevent a new generation from repeating the mistakes of the past. The two main goals of the organization are: 1) creating awareness about – and immunizing youth against – violence and radicalization; and 2) changing the hearts of ex-fighters.

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    According to Assaad, former fighters may be in a variety of situations regarding their past. Some may praise the war and the wartime as a period when life was easier and when they were appreciated or even celebrated as heroes. Others may be totally silent, never speaking of it, assuming their children and grandchildren don’t know that they were a part of the war. Some may even regret their actions, but keep it to themselves for a variety of reasons.

    This situation is detrimental, however, particularly for the youth who subconsciously inherit certain ideologies or mindsets from school, their parents, their society/community, politics, and the media. For this reason, Assaad says he could not continue hiding, as many still do, saying that he wasn’t wrong, that this was the logic of the war, that he was defending himself/his cause, or that he was only following the orders of his many superiors.

    In 2000 Assaad published an open letter in the Lebanese press both apologizing for his actions during the war and stating his forgiveness of those who acted against him and his family or community. “At the end, it was clear that I had to take this commitment for the sake of redeeming, maybe, what I had done and for the sake of the generations that would follow. Because I was somewhere a victim of the silence of the generations who came before me, and I did not want my son and the youth to be my victims again. Sometimes staying silent is a worse sin than what you did.”

    Assaad began this transformative journey towards the end of the civil war, during a period he recalls as the darkest of his life. At that point, he and his wife were forced to leave Christian areas and live among their former enemies, leaving everything they had for their former friends and allies to appropriate. It was then that they encountered Initiatives of Change – a group he describes as saying: “We are against you in politics, but we are with you on a human level, and we want to seek what is good for you on a human level.” Assaad’s wife was the first to go, and eventually she convinced him to join her despite his initial suspicion and doubts as to potential hidden agendas, leadership, funding, and foreign influence. Eventually, though, he started to regularly attend their meetings and participate in their dialogues where he interacted with different groups, among which were the people he had once hated as enemies.

    It was then that Assaad decided to change. “It does not begin by itself,” he says, “you have to open the door.” And he notes that “change is a process, a long process, a very painful process. Especially when there is blood on your past. Some things you can change easily, if you go and express your regret, redeem and/or repair, but you cannot bring back to life someone you’ve killed.”

    For someone as zealously devoted to his cause as Assaad was, “admitting that you were wrong is the toughest part of it, maybe. Admitting it to yourself is as difficult as admitting it to others.” And doing it publicly is toughest of all.

    Undaunted, after his transformation, Assaad started working to change others – to join a call for people to recover their moral compass, and to return to moral values and a non-violent ethics. A major component of this transformation has been his approach toward violence and war itself. He hopes that his apology and the apologies of others from different sides – different militias and/or religious/ideological causes – will help demonstrate to others that the use of violence in general is wrong, regardless of the cause.

    Nonetheless, apologies, and even accountability, for a fifteen-year civil war, in which almost everyone, especially at the higher political levels, was implicated, are few and far between. As Assaad discussed this with me, he described the public apologies of which he was aware. Of these, Samir Geagea’s was perhaps the one that received the most attention. Geagea had been the leader of the Lebanese Forces party during the war, and later imprisoned (many say for exclusively political reasons) for eleven years in solitary confinement from 1994 until he was released after the Cedar Revolution and the Syrian withdrawal from Lebanon in 2005. In 2008 he presented an apology; however, the old political divisions remained, with those already in favor of Geagea supporting him, and those already against him seeing it as politically motivated: “An apology coming from the brain, not the heart.”

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    According to Assaad, Walid Jumblatt, leader of the Druze community in Lebanon, and son of Kamal Jumblatt, the assassinated founder of the Progressive Socialist Party, also expressed regret on two occasions, but “in the Lebanese way, where you speak of everything but you don’t speak of what is needed, but you express it one way or another.”

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    The third Lebanese group Assaad mentioned was the Organisation de l’action communiste au Liban (OACL), which, he said, carried out a critical study of their behavior during the war, but did not publish it, keeping it internal to the organization. Assaad also noted that only one publicly expressed sentence of the former leader expressed regret.

    The group Assaad felt was most serious in terms of its apology was the Palestinians. In 2007, their embassy in Lebanon issued a declaration apologizing for their actions during the war, noting especially that they should have acted differently toward a hosting country such as Lebanon. However, due to internal Palestinian political divisions, some factions supported the apology, while others were against it. According to Assaad, this is one of the reasons why the declaration did not receive the attention it deserved. Nevertheless, Assaad answered them. He organized the signatures of 44 Christian figures, and two months later published a statement accepting their apology and apologizing in turn. For Assaad, personally, it was also an occasion to reconcile with some of the leaders of the Palestinians in Lebanon.

    One reason Assaad felt apologies are hard to come by is that those same names I found time and again on Wikipedia and in accounts of the Lebanese civil war are the same names that I hear today running the government. As he said, “in general, after civil wars, the entities which took part in the fighting are dismantled, while in Lebanon, they are in power again – they are in power now. Not only that. They kept their names, I’m speaking of the political entities or militias, and their military names.”

    In an attempt to end the war, a general amnesty was granted, meaning that, as Judy Barsalou says, “only one major war criminal, Samir Geaga, was tried and imprisoned after the civil war ended in 1990. Because former warlords held key governmental positions, no effort was made at a national level to account for the grueling fifteen-year civil war” (Judy Barsalou in Barry Hart, ed. Peacebuilding in Traumatized Societies,p. 36).

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    Monument to the civil war martyrs of the Christian Kataeb party

     

    Assaad added that “the communities are [still] behind those parties and those names,” and that the popular sentiment is that if you come forward and apologize, “you are weakening your group, even if you have already left them. Because it means that you are a traitor to your own. And I was – I’m still – called by some of my comrades as a traitor. Because they felt that accusing myself – and I never accused others of my party or my group, never – accusing myself was enough for them, and that it meant that I was accusing everybody.”

    He also noted that there may be a cultural element to it as well: “You show weakness when you forgive, or when you ask for forgiveness.” Furthermore, “in Lebanon, when you want to forgive someone, we don’t have the word ‘I forgive you.’ You say, ‘may God forgive you,’ or ‘may God forgive what is already in the past’ but we don’t use the word ‘I forgive.’ And when you ask for forgiveness, you use the plural. We don’t say ‘I am sorry,’ we say ‘forgive us’ – in the plural. So the individual does not exist. ‘سامحونا’ [sam7ouna], we say in Arabic. Meaning, forgive ‘us,’ never forgive ‘me.’”

    When I asked about the end of the civil war, Assaad countered with “did it end?” stating that he felt the conflict was still ongoing. He mentioned that the previous week, when speaking at a public event regarding the process of reconciliation, he commented that ‘Lebanon is maybe the only country which has known a civil war and still commemorates the beginning of the civil war, and not its end.’ And the lack of a specific, acute end to the conflict, combined with the continuation of events, as well as the lack of a concerted effort to deal with national/collective or personal trauma and historical issues going back centuries, further contribute to the sense of perpetuation of the war. As Barsalou notes, “instead, national authorities made physical reconstruction the top national priority” (op. cit., p. 36). To this effect, the downtown area, which had been all but destroyed (sometimes intentionally) during the war, was entirely rebuilt and refashioned into the posh, although largely empty, central district it is today, covering over any reminders of the devastation it had endured during the war.

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    View of the reconstructed central downtown area of Beirut

    Much the same has been done in other spheres related to the war. The common excuse is that the war is still too recent, and although officially stopped, the lingering causes and tensions remain latent in society, nothing having been resolved by the fifteen years and an estimated 150,000 – 200,000 deaths. Many say that to start a process of digging up the truth and rehashing the experience of the war would only reignite those suppressed feelings and bring about another civil war.

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    Memorial to the assassinated Christian militia leader and president-elect, Bachir Gemmeyel (left)

     

    Memorial to the assassinated Sunni Muslim Prime Minister, Rafic Hariri, in front of the Saint Nichan Armenian Orthodox Cathedral (right)

     

    Assaad, however, believes that the country has become stuck at the transitional phase, and that these issues still need to be addressed. And the best way to deal with these issues, he says, is “by addressing them. It’s as simple as that. And writing our history. Writing it even if we don’t agree on it.” He then encouraged critical thinking on the part of the reader to realize that that there are different versions of the same events, but not to pick a version – instead, to recognize that “this is the truth, in the end, the truth of everybody is the real truth.”
    Assaad proposed that history be written and told at three levels: the personal, which would involve listening to the people who lived it, who were victims of it, or who lost relatives because of the event; second, the community level; and third, a national level to discover what causes civil war and how to prevent it in the future.

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    Street art from Beirut’s southern suburbs

    He noted that in schools the history textbooks end with the creation of an independent Lebanese state because there’s too much controversy about the history since then. He added that there have been five national commissions tasked with writing an official history book, but that none of them were able to produce a result, particularly because politicians raised issues from centuries ago as new issues.

    This means that many people today, particularly the youth, have a limited understanding of the war, still conveyed to them through an ideological or sectarian lens. “If they know,” Assaad says, “they know sometimes the results – what they hear from their parents” about which side killed people from which other side – a conclusion meant to “summarize the whole history of the relations” between the groups, focusing on the negative aspects without addressing the full details and ignoring incidents of people helping each other during the war regardless of ideological or religious differences.

    He suggested that students and teachers be taught about the losses incurred during the civil war: “The figures are shocking, sometimes; and this is a good way to tell people that you cannot go to war for free.”

    Assaad and Fighters for Peace are particularly involved in working with youth for this reason. He adds that “being young is very dangerous. Because you are enthusiastic, first; you look for adrenaline, second; and third, you can be convinced of a cause very easily. While if you are much older, you are wiser at a certain level, so you think twice before engaging. And you try to see what is behind it and why.” Nevertheless, the approach, strategy, and techniques are largely the same. “In general, there’s not a huge difference in the logic that brings you to carry weapons and to kill.” And for Assaad and Fighters for Peace, their personal history gives them an advantage in this regard because from their experience, they understand the logic of war and of the fighters themselves, and communicate to them in a way they can relate to – without academic or theoretical jargon.

    Recently, Fighters for Peace has been involved in the Roadmap to Reconciliation project in Tripoli alongside Peace Labs and several other organizations. Regarding differences between dealing with fighters from the civil war, and those from the recent conflicts in Tripoli, Assaad notes, “first, it’s a Muslim-Muslim conflict in Tripoli. Two, it’s recent. So when you address ex-fighters of the civil war, you address people who are 52 or older. But when you address fighters of the recent incidents in Tripoli, it’s 15and above.” Additionally, “most of the reasons for the fighting in Tripoli were because of poverty, while the Civil War had political and ideological motives behind it. Of course, poverty was one of the reasons too, but it was not the essential thing.” Moreover, “while the Civil War was political at a certain level, and many of the events were commandeered by politicians, in Tripoli it’s more obvious.” Assaad gave the example of battles named by the fighters themselves for the politicians who distributed money and weapons. Of the 21 or 22 rounds, it is known why and who is behind each one. And although to a certain extent it could be compared to the situation in Palestine during the Civil War, an additional component to the recent conflict is the effect of events in Syria.

    For all these reasons, Fighters for Peace prepared two camps for ex-fighters: one for those from the Civil War, and one for fighters from the more recent conflicts. Assaad says that they want fighters from Tripoli to address their peers because while no one can doubt his qualification to speak on the subject, he acknowledges that it makes a difference being a Christian from Beirut talking about war and peace.

    Overall, Assaad is optimistic for the prospects of continued peace, if only because of an international consensus from the major, and even some regional, players that Lebanon be “kept aside.” At the very least, external forces are not encouraging a new civil war in Lebanon, whether because they need it as a model of conviviality for elsewhere, or as a buffer or release valve to contain some of the pressures of its regional neighborhood. He also pointed out the internal disequilibrium in military force that has thus far prevented any internal opposition, and, given the lack of interest in opening an internal front, looks to be sustainable for the near future. Additionally, Assaad believes there is greater awareness of the costs of war, and he also credits the many NGOs and civil society organizations working against discrimination, and for dialogue, non-violent approaches, conflict resolution, historical memory, and oral history, as contributing to the stability of peace.

     

    In addition to the work he does for his organizations, his other outreach and speaking engagements, and his appearances in documentaries and news segments viewable on TV or YouTube, Assaad has also written a book, La Vérité même si ma voix tremble, which, he says, is not a history of the war, but a personal account of his experience before, during, and after, and why he’s doing what he’s doing now.

    To learn more about the work of Fighters for Peace or Initiatives of Change, visit their websites:

    http://fightersforpeace.org/

    http://www.iofc.org/

     

     

     

     

  169. Peacebuilding stories from the field: Tripoli

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    When I heard that Peace Labs was implementing programs in northern Lebanon, naturally I did a search for YouTube videos about the area. One of the first that came up was a VICE News report about the conflict between Beb El Tebbeneh and Jabal Mohsen, two neighborhoods in the northern city of Tripoli, Lebanon’s second largest. As my mother sat down to watch the video with me, I realized too late that this was not the best introduction to Lebanon for her to see. Although she has always encouraged me to travel and supported my wandering to places out of the norm, doing a summer internship in what looked like a war zone was a bit too much. Eventually, though, I was able to reassure her that the communities in which Peace Labs was actually working were not near the fighting in Tripoli, and that if it were really that dangerous, I wouldn’t be sent there.

    In a later conversation with JP, the director of Peace Labs, I learned that they had a small office in Tripoli and that I would most likely be spending some time working there in order to be closer to the target communities. As it turns out, the office is strategically (and symbolically) located precisely on the border between the two neighborhoods I had seen fighting in the documentary. By having an office right in the middle of a former fighting zone, Peace Labs hopes to send a message proving its commitment to working with these conflict-affected groups. I was, of course, thrilled to go; my mother, not so much.

    The tensions between these communities in Tripoli have precedents in the Civil War (1975-1990) and the Syrian occupation of Lebanon (1976-2005), and while often simplified and portrayed as sectarian conflict between the neighborhood of Jabal Mohsen, which is primarily Alawite, and those in neighboring Beb El Tebbeneh, who are mostly Sunni, the fighting has much to do with historical, political, and economic considerations. All the same, the recent conflict in Syria has spilled over across the border into Lebanon and exacerbated these tensions, with Jabal Mohsen siding with the Syrian regime, and Beb El Tebbeneh supporting the opposition.

    Until three years ago, various sporadic and intermittent rounds of fighting would occasionally erupt between the neighborhoods. Many claim it was an open secret that the fighting was being sponsored by certain political interests, particularly given that inhabitants of the historically marginalized and impoverished northern region would not spend their limited resources on weapons without external prompting and financial support. Three years ago, however, it was apparently decided at higher political levels that the fighting in these communities was no longer in the best interest of those promoting it, and soon after arrangements were made for the fighting to stop.

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    One of the major lingering problems from the conflict, as one can imagine, is the continued presence of ex-fighters. On a personal level, these individuals had gone from victims to victimizers and/or heroes during the time of the conflict, but now that the fighting has stopped, they are scorned and seen as criminals by many for their prior activities. The psychological and social toll of this transformation is potentially destabilizing both for the individual and for their community.

    Former fighters also present an opportunity for significant reconciliation work, however, since their involvement in joint peacebuilding programs could show the rest of their communities that cooperation and trust can be built even between former battlefield opponents. The effect could be particularly powerful among the youth, some of whom may see the ex-fighters as role models to emulate, and these efforts would also inspire confidence in the peace process, convincing the communities that fighting will not break out again. The demobilization and rehabilitation of these former fighters is therefore important for peace work in the region.

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    Along with the fragile social fabric, the physical appearance of the city still bears witness to the ferocity of former battles. While some buildings have been restored, evidence of the fighting abounds in the form of pockmarks from ricocheting bullets on many facades (as well as some larger holes from larger ammunition). Admittedly, these sights are not all that unusual for Lebanon. Outside of the posh downtown area of Beirut, which was rebuilt after the Civil War, pockmarked buildings can be found throughout the capital city. The damage in Tripoli, however, combines the historic scars with much more recent memories.

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    Another sign of recent tensions is the heavy military presence which, although noticeable even in Beirut, is much more so in Tripoli. Although the city is calm, and the multiple checkpoints don’t seem to require anything more stringent than a look in the eye and a salutary ‘marhaba’ (hello) to the soldier, the heavier military presence nevertheless ensures a rapid response and the ability to quickly and effectively control particular strategic points. Some locals have also expressed a belief that the current ‘peace,’ which they view as only a ceasefire, will continue only as long as the Lebanese Armed Forces maintain their presence in the area, and that fighting would break out again if they were to abandon the checkpoints.

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    Peace Labs had been involved in peacebuilding and conflict resolution work in northern Lebanon for some time even before the outbreak of the conflict in Syria, but these new dynamics add further complications to already delicate work. One of their recent projects was the Roadmap to Reconciliation in Tripoli (RRT) carried out in collaboration with several other organizations, such as Permanent Peace Movement, Fighters for Peace, Youth for Growth and Development, and SHIFT. This project was designed to test the waters for an eventual reconciliation process.

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    The word “reconciliation” has a negative connotation in the minds of many locals given their past experiences both in the Civil War and during the more recent conflicts. The RRT was therefore intended to gauge the attitudes and receptiveness of the communities to participate in a peacebuilding process. Since a ‘reconciliation’ process dictated from above was unlikely to be successful, and, in fact, more likely to perpetuate the conflict dynamics, the RRT’s grassroots approach sought to understand the needs and demands of the communities in order to lay the groundwork for future programs. After rigorous analysis and discussion with both community members and peacebuilding professionals, the RRT also suggested various kinds of interventions that could contribute to creating peace in the area.

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    The project methodology followed five stages. First was the establishment of a committee of experts from various organizations to design and plan the process. Next came the research, stakeholder analysis, and outreach. In this stage, the committee identified the stakeholders and explained the project through community leaders and gatekeepers, which allowed them greater access to community members and affected groups. In the data collection phase, they conducted ‘communal conversations’ and key informant interviews. The fourth phase was data analysis, which was supported by their technical partner and inspiration, the Forum for Cities in Transition (FCT), led by Professor Padraig O’Malley who, together with an FCT delegation, came to Tripoli to discuss the findings of the research before inviting the Tripoli delegation (along with delegations from 15 other cities) to a conference in Stolat, Bulgaria to further delve into the details and recommendations. The final stage was soliciting feedback from the community and drafting the Roadmap to Reconciliation document. In this stage, the committee reengaged the participants from the data collection phase, presented their findings, and encouraged the communities to take ownership of the project and become actively involved in implementing the RRT’s recommendations.

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    Because of its history of tensions, both recent and more distant, combined with the spillover from the conflict in Syria, in terms of both violence and refugees, on top of the already large population of Palestinian refugees who have been there for decades, combined with the fact that the area is one of the more marginalized and impoverished of an already resource-limited country, northern Lebanon is particularly susceptible to the potential reemergence of large-scale violence. Thus, organizations such as Peace Labs, and particularly projects like the RRT, which prepare the ground and inform the field, are needed now more than ever.

    But after so much harm, there is limited political interest in this kind of social and urban restoration work. As Elias Khlat says in his film Tripoli: Road to Reconciliation; Part 1, “the conflict zones are left alone in the struggle to heal their wounds. As if the absence of war were enough alone to bring back life… As if nothing had happened before.” It is therefore essential to support the efforts of the organizations taking the initiative, and for more to join in these efforts. This will allow them to put sufficient pressure on the political level to act for the benefit of these communities, further ensuring such violence does not break out again.

     

     

     

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  170. Making a dent – reflecting on my time with GDPU

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    Ogul PS latrine block installed by a different NGO.

    Ogul PS latrine block installed by a different NGO.

    When I first tried writing this reflection I was back from Uganda but my semester had not started yet and I was struggling with how to convey the various things I learned from this summer. Since getting back into the swing of school again, I am looking at my summer a little bit differently. I am still incredibly grateful and honored by the opportunity and I will not forget the people I worked alongside who are continuing to do great work in Gulu. I also won’t forget Gulu, a very unique city in Northern Uganda, that was home for ten weeks. However, one of the things that I keep coming back to about this summer is the lack of international programming dedicated to persons with disabilities (PWDs) or that considers their needs, requirements, and rights. A glaring example for me were the latrines that were installed at Ogul Primary School by a different NGO a few years back. The girls toilets were supposed to be accessible, I think, however, there was no path leading to them from the school (so someone in a wheel chair could not access them), and they were just squat latrines without any handrails to help students with physical disabilities. So although the idea of installing latrines was a good thought for the school, the project didn’t go all the way through to consider all of the students who may need to use the toilets.

    It seems that persons with disabilities are often forgotten in planning and programming. Working with the Gulu Disabled Persons Union (GDPU) this summer I worked alongside people who were striving hard to make a difference in their community with minimal resources. I learned a lot of things from them and from my work but one of the most critical lessons was the need to encourage awareness and action among neighborhoods, communities, national, and international organizations to ensure the needs and rights of PWDs are taken into account. We did this at Ogul Primary School and I was happy that the school was open to the lessons we brought with us and felt comfortable enough to ask their questions. However, more needs to be done and GDPU just doesn’t have the resources to do it on their own, other organizations need to step up to the plate and make sure their programming is inclusive.

    Students from a former GDPU program designed to teach PWDs skills like electrical repair gather for a focus group over the summer.

    Students from a former GDPU program designed to teach PWDs skills like electrical repair gather for a focus group over the summer.

    Looking back on my work this summer, I am very proud of all of it. I’m happy that Ogul Primary School was open and welcoming to the accessible toilet project and that the local government officials turned out for the handing over ceremony to lend their voices in support of sanitation, hygiene, and disability rights. Despite being proud of this, there were times when I felt like I could’ve done more. We always do when we’re confronted with a large problem like improving the lives and opportunities for PWDs. But on returning to school, I was reminded in one of my classes this semester that despite facing an immense and daunting issue (disability rights) we are all still able to make a dent. We aren’t going to solve the world’s problems because that is not the job of one person or one organization, however, we can make a dent. I made a dent this summer and I intend to continue to do so.

    Standing with Ogul Primary School's Head Teacher in front of the new latrines!

    Standing with Ogul Primary School’s Head Teacher in front of the new latrines!

  171. Travesty of Justice in Nepal

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    Why has the human rights movement turned its back on relatives of the disappeared in Nepal?

    Kathmandu, Nepal: A disappearance, to human rights advocates, is the worst crime imaginable.
    So why has the human rights movement including Human Rights Watch and Amnesty
    International turned its back on the families of those who disappeared in Nepal?

    I was asked this question recently in the Midwestern district of Bardiya by women who lost
    relatives during the Maoist insurgency between 1996 and 2006. Some of the victims were taken
    by Maoists. Most were seized by Nepal’s security forces. None have reappeared.

    I have reported on disappearances in several countries and never failed to be inspired by the
    family members, who refuse to accept the loss of their loved ones. These Nepali women are
    among the most determined and bravest I have ever met.

    Their relatives were among 1,475 Nepalis who disappeared during the insurgency. This may
    seem small in relation to Nepal’s population of 28 million. In addition, many of the victims were
    from the Tharu, a minority in the Midwest of Nepal that has no representatives in parliament
    and exerts very little political influence.

    Nonetheless, many Nepalis view the disappearances as among the worst wounds of a brutal
    insurgency that have still not healed, ten years after the signing of the November 21 2006 Peace Accord. Until the issue is resolved, the political and social cohesion of Nepal will be put at risk.

    This makes it all the more surprising that the families have been badly let down by Western
    governments, the United Nations and human rights advocates who are normally vocal defenders
    of transitional justice.

    At issue is a 2014 law which established two commissions, one to investigate disappearances
    and the other to promote truth and reconciliation more generally. But the law also offered an
    amnesty for serious abuses committed during the emergency, and this has caused the

    international community to boycott the entire process. The last time a US official visited the

    commission on the missing was in April 2015.

    The legal deadlock may soon be resolved thanks to Nepal’s Supreme Court, which has ordered
    the law revised. The government is currently considering a draft that would rule out amnesty for

    murder, torture, disappearances, and rape committed during the conflict. If passed, the law

    should open the way to investigations that could even lead to the door of the current Prime

    Minister Pushpa Kamal Dahal, who led the Maoist insurgency.

    So, one might ask, is this not an example of successful pressure by the human rights movement?
    Not to family members of the disappeared. They feel betrayed and abandoned. By boycotting the
    commissions, they say, the human rights professionals have ignored their right to be heard and

    to know the truth.

    The commissions have been harshly criticized by Nepalis for being slow to act and bureaucratic,
    but they have also chalked up some achievements. Between them they have registered some

    68,000 incidents and received 2,886 complaints from family members which could, if properly

    investigated, help to provide an official record for future generations perhaps the most

    important function of truth commissions.

    The two commissions have also argued for a reparations policy that has paid $5,000 to most
    families and is considering a further $3,000 per family a significant sum for the women I met
    recently, many of whom lost their breadwinners. If it is extended in February, the commission

    on the missing plans to collect antemortem data on the disappeared and follow up with

    exhumations, which would be a big step forward.

    Most important, the commissions have heard directly from family members. This is a critically
    important feature of truth commissions, and several women told me that they had found it
    cathartic to denounce their loss to an official body. By providing families with a forum, the
    commissions have also strengthened their national networks and advocates, like the Conflict

    Victims Common Platform and NEFAD (the National Network of Families of Disappeared and

    Missing Nepal). This has helped to build women’s civil society in isolated regions like Bardiya.

    These are significant outcomes, but they would have been more impressive if the human rights
    specialists and Western governments had contributed their resources and expertise. Why did
    they not work with the families in strengthening the commissions while at the same time
    arguing for the amnesty provision to be revised? It would have been difficult, but creativity has

    been a hallmark of the struggle for transitional justice think of the way Human Rights Watch

    secured the indictment of Hissene Habre in Chad. It is hard not to conclude that a historic

    opportunity has been lost in Nepal.

    There is still time to change course. The next few weeks will be decisive as the commissions
    come up for an extension in February and the Nepali government struggles to revise the all
    important law. Western governments should work with human rights leaders like Amnesty

    International, Human Rights Watch, and the International Center for Transitional Justice to

    support the process, starting now. It is particularly important that the commissions produce

    strong and credible reports that will endure.

    Finally, we should all listen to those who matter most the grieving wives, sisters and daughters
    of the disappeared. These and other family members deserve enormous credit for the progress

    achieved so far. They should be ignored no longer.

     

  172. Settlement expansion, closures in West Bank

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    Published August 4, 2005

    co-written by: Ahmad Jaradat 

    On Thursday Israel’s Housing Ministry proposed the building of 72 more housing units in the settlement of Betar Ilit in the West Bank. In the past year many proposals have been approved for further expansion of Israeli settlements in East Jerusalem and the West Bank despite requests by the international community to uphold its promise to freeze settlement expansion. These steps are part of an effort to solidify Israel’s hold of the greater Jerusalem area. 

    Construction of the second section of the wall began in the West Bank city of Qalqilya on Wednesday morning. This part of the wall will be four kilometers long and 100 meters wide. 2000 dunams of Palestinian land will be confiscated for the construction of the wall. This land includes portions of olive tree field currently used by Palestinian farmers. Parts of it will be destroyed for the wall’s construction, while other areas will be on the Israeli side of the wall and the farmers will not be able to access it. In some areas the wall will extend 25 kilometers into the West Bank area, engulfing the greater Ma’ale Adumim settlement. 

    All entrances of Qalqilya remain closed and many checkpoints were set up across the city on Wednesday morning. In one checkpoint near Azoon, Palestinians waiting in line were said to have been checked physically and asked to remove their clothing. Their signatures and fingerprints were taken as well.Israeli forces reentered Tulkarm Wednesday morning and closed all the entrances. They set up checkpoints inside the city itself, in effect sequestering each neighborhood in the area. The southern part of the city was the main focus of the Israeli forces. The forces used loudspeakers to evacuate all the Palestinians from their homes in order to search the houses. Doors were forcefully broken and many household items were left damaged or in disarray. Some Palestinians were arrested in the process, including Palestinian National Council member Adnan Domeiri. 

    All entrances around the Jenin area are closed in preparation for the withdrawal of four Israeli settlements in the area. In Hebron, the Israeli army beat a 17-year-old Palestinian boy after stopping him on his way home. He was taken to the hospital and is considered in serious condition. In another incident, a 23-year-old boy walking through his family’s land was beaten by settlers who had claimed the land to be theirs. He is said to be recovering in a local hospital.

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  173. More Palestinian homes destroyed as Israeli settlements expand in West Bank

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    Published August 3, 2005

    co-written by: Ahmad Jaradat

    Any observer following the events unfolding in the occupied Palestinian territories will notice countless human rights violations. These include the violation of basic rights such as right of movement, right of education, right of health treatment, rights of women, rights of children, rights of working, and most importantly the fundamental rights to live and have shelter.

    The right of housing is a basic right of humans. Since the first days of the occupation, the Israeli Authority has systematically destroying Palestinian homes. Military orders were issued to justify such violations. For supposed ‘security reasons’ thousands of houses were demolished throughout the occupied territories. The family home of any Palestinian arrested in suspicion of involvement in militant activity is regularly demolished. It is seen as a kind of collective punishment against all families as well as Israel’s method of suppression, despite the fact that this is a violation of the Geneva Conventions and all humanitarian laws.

    Another justification used by Israel for its home demolition policy is based around the notion that those houses have been built illegally without permission. Thousands of houses have been demolished under the rationale of that argument. These days, Israel’s use of licensing violations as the justification for home demolitions is increasing in the West Bank. A few months ago tens of houses were demolished in an area south of Hebron and more houses were put on a list for future demolition. More than ten houses were demolished or given demolition orders in Walaja village west of Bethlehem. Last week, three houses were demolished in Khader village, and more orders were given to Palestinian families in the northern West Bank villages of Masha and Wadi Maleh. The same zoning and administrative excuses were given for the demolition orders issued in the East Jerusalem Palestinian village of Silwan.

    Large demonstrations took place yesterday in Borgeen village in the north of West Bank in objection to Israel’s home demolition policy. Internationalists from the Solidarity Movement and Israelis from peace groups participated in the demonstration. Many houses in the area have already been demolished and the Military Authority issued orders to demolish 18 more. The ways in which this affects the life of thousands of Palestinians who have fallen victim to Israel’s home demolition policy are immeasurable. The families whose houses were demolished are living in tents and caves, or in the crowded homes of their relatives. While home demolitions hamper the entire family’s ability to carry out their daily activities, Palestinian children suffer the greatest emotional trauma from witnessing their homes demolished.

    This policy has intensified in the areas of the occupied territories where settlement projects are under way. There is a direct link between the settlement expansion projects and the house demolition operations for license reasons. In every case the Israeli government has demolished, or has approved plans to demolish, Palestinian homes in areas strategically needed for future settlement expansion plans or the route of the separation wall. This is particularly apparent in Alkhader, in an area south of Hebron, where three houses were demolished last week and ten more are listed to be demolished. An Israeli settler road is in the process of being built in that exact area. The Israeli government continues its efforts to expand settlements and demolish Palestinian neighborhoods in the West Bank at a time when it is supposedly involved in negotiations with the Palestinian Authority. These policies contradict Israel’s stated interest in negotiating a peace agreement with the Palestinians. Israel’s peace negotiations with the Palestinian Authority and withdrawal from Gaza can therefore only be seen as an effort to distract the international community at a time when human rights violations are taking place in the occupied territories.

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    Published August 3, 2005<\/b><\/span><\/p>

    co-written by: Ahmad Jaradat<\/span><\/p>

    Any observer following the events unfolding in the occupied Palestinian territories will notice countless human rights violations. These include the violation of basic rights such as right of movement, right of education, right of health treatment, rights of women, rights of children, rights of working, and most importantly the fundamental rights to live and have shelter.<\/span><\/p>

    The right of housing is a basic right of humans. Since the first days of the occupation, the Israeli Authority has systematically destroying Palestinian homes. Military orders were issued to justify such violations. For supposed \u2018security reasons\u2019 thousands of houses were demolished throughout the occupied territories. The family home of any Palestinian arrested in suspicion of involvement in militant activity is regularly demolished. It is seen as a kind of collective punishment against all families as well as Israel\u2019s method of suppression, despite the fact that this is a violation of the Geneva Conventions and all humanitarian laws.<\/span><\/p>

    Another justification used by Israel for its home demolition policy is based around the notion that those houses have been built illegally without permission. Thousands of houses have been demolished under the rationale of that argument. These days, Israel\u2019s use of licensing violations as the justification for home demolitions is increasing in the West Bank. A few months ago tens of houses were demolished in an area south of Hebron and more houses were put on a list for future demolition. More than ten houses were demolished or given demolition orders in Walaja village west of Bethlehem. Last week, three houses were demolished in Khader village, and more orders were given to Palestinian families in the northern West Bank villages of Masha and Wadi Maleh. The same zoning and administrative excuses were given for the demolition orders issued in the East Jerusalem Palestinian village of Silwan.<\/span><\/p>

    Large demonstrations took place yesterday in Borgeen village in the north of West Bank in objection to Israel\u2019s home demolition policy. Internationalists from the Solidarity Movement and Israelis from peace groups participated in the demonstration. Many houses in the area have already been demolished and the Military Authority issued orders to demolish 18 more. The ways in which this affects the life of thousands of Palestinians who have fallen victim to Israel\u2019s home demolition policy are immeasurable. The families whose houses were demolished are living in tents and caves, or in the crowded homes of their relatives. While home demolitions hamper the entire family\u2019s ability to carry out their daily activities, Palestinian children suffer the greatest emotional trauma from witnessing their homes demolished.<\/span><\/p>

    This policy has intensified in the areas of the occupied territories where settlement projects are under way. There is a direct link between the settlement expansion projects and the house demolition operations for license reasons. In every case the Israeli government has demolished, or has approved plans to demolish, Palestinian homes in areas strategically needed for future settlement expansion plans or the route of the separation wall. This is particularly apparent in Alkhader, in an area south of Hebron, where three houses were demolished last week and ten more are listed to be demolished. An Israeli settler road is in the process of being built in that exact area. The Israeli government continues its efforts to expand settlements and demolish Palestinian neighborhoods in the West Bank at a time when it is supposedly involved in negotiations with the Palestinian Authority. These policies contradict Israel\u2019s stated interest in negotiating a peace agreement with the Palestinians. Israel\u2019s peace negotiations with the Palestinian Authority and withdrawal from Gaza can therefore only be seen as an effort to distract the international community at a time when human rights violations are taking place in the occupied territories.<\/span><\/p>\n”,”class”:””}]}[/content-builder]

  174. Israeli forces surround Palestinian villages in northern West Bank

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    co-written by: Ahmad Jaradat

    The Israeli army has surrounded and isolated many Palestinian villages in the north part of the West Bank. The destabilizing closures were enforced two days ago in the area spanning between Nablus and Jenin. Four Israeli settlements in this particular area are slated for withdrawal in two weeks. People suspect the closures will remain in effect at least until the deadline for the Israeli withdrawal, particularly on the main roads.

    The Zatara checkpoint, a checkpoint on the major roadway system allowing for transportation between the northern and southern areas of the West Bank, remains closed. For two weeks Palestinians have been unable to reach Ramallah directly, and have resorted to using longer and more difficult alternative routes. These closures have a destabilizing effect on Palestinian livelihood and economy. Israeli forces Israeli forces invaded Palestinian towns south of Hebron, taking into custody 25 Palestinians. They were held and interrogated for three hours. The troops raided four houses during this time. The Israeli army claimed the raids were ordered for the purpose of finding a wanted member of a Palestinian faction group in the area, but the houses belonged to families. The contents of the houses were damaged as a result.

    240 Palestinians in the Ktsiot prison were placed in the isolated area “3″ of the prison last week and are living under dire conditions. The section has not been used since 1994. The prisoners have no electricity or necessary materials. They are not supplied blankets despite the cool temperatures at night in the desert.

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    co-written by: Ahmad Jaradat<\/b><\/span><\/p>

    The Israeli army has surrounded and isolated many Palestinian villages in the north part of the West Bank. The destabilizing closures were enforced two days ago in the area spanning between Nablus and Jenin. Four Israeli settlements in this particular area are slated for withdrawal in two weeks. People suspect the closures will remain in effect at least until the deadline for the Israeli withdrawal, particularly on the main roads.<\/span><\/p>

    The Zatara checkpoint, a checkpoint on the major roadway system allowing for transportation between the northern and southern areas of the West Bank, remains closed. For two weeks Palestinians have been unable to reach Ramallah directly, and have resorted to using longer and more difficult alternative routes. These closures have a destabilizing effect on Palestinian livelihood and economy. Israeli forces Israeli forces invaded Palestinian towns south of Hebron, taking into custody 25 Palestinians. They were held and interrogated for three hours. The troops raided four houses during this time. The Israeli army claimed the raids were ordered for the purpose of finding a wanted member of a Palestinian faction group in the area, but the houses belonged to families. The contents of the houses were damaged as a result.<\/span><\/p>

    240 Palestinians in the Ktsiot prison were placed in the isolated area \u201c3\u2033 of the prison last week and are living under dire conditions. The section has not been used since 1994. The prisoners have no electricity or necessary materials. They are not supplied blankets despite the cool temperatures at night in the desert. <\/span><\/p>\n”,”class”:””}]}[/content-builder]

  175. Three homes demolished in West Bank village of Al Hader

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    July 28, 2005

    Three Palestinian houses were demolished Wednesday morning in the Al-Rukdah neighborhood of Al-Hader, a village near Betlehem. Tens of soldiers entered the area with a bulldozer and demolished three, one-story houses belonging to a local family. The area was closed for the demolition, and journalists were not allowed to enter the ‘military area.’ The demolition is not considered part of an operation against militant groups, but rather as a step in clearing land for the purpose of creating a separation wall. The proposed path of the separation wall will engulf the greater Jerusalem area and its municipalities into Israeli territory. The path of the wall extends significantly into the East Jerusalem and West Bank area that has been occupied by Israel following the 1967 war.

    Four months ago, the Israeli army issued orders to demolish 15 houses in the area. The purpose for these house demolitions, as given under the proposal, was to demolish houses build illegally. Yet it is in the direct path of the proposed separation wall currently under construction, and fits in with a larger effort to include Israeli West Bank settlements within the Israeli side of the wall and cutting off the Palestinian villages. Some of these efforts force Palestinians to relocate entirely for land legally theirs. If this path of the wall is completed in the Al-Hader area, the residential area will be outside of the wall, while their arable land will be on the Israeli side. This land is currently used by Palestinian farmers and is known for its lush grapevines and orchards. Once the wall is built, these farmers will not be able to access their land, and will have no alternative area to cultivate.

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    July 28, 2005<\/b><\/span><\/p>

    Three Palestinian houses were demolished Wednesday morning in the Al-Rukdah neighborhood of Al-Hader, a village near Betlehem. Tens of soldiers entered the area with a bulldozer and demolished three, one-story houses belonging to a local family. The area was closed for the demolition, and journalists were not allowed to enter the \u2018military area.\u2019 The demolition is not considered part of an operation against militant groups, but rather as a step in clearing land for the purpose of creating a separation wall. The proposed path of the separation wall will engulf the greater Jerusalem area and its municipalities into Israeli territory. The path of the wall extends significantly into the East Jerusalem and West Bank area that has been occupied by Israel following the 1967 war.<\/span><\/p>\n

    Four months ago, the Israeli army issued orders to demolish 15 houses in the area. The purpose for these house demolitions, as given under the proposal, was to demolish houses build illegally. Yet it is in the direct path of the proposed separation wall currently under construction, and fits in with a larger effort to include Israeli West Bank settlements within the Israeli side of the wall and cutting off the Palestinian villages. Some of these efforts force Palestinians to relocate entirely for land legally theirs. If this path of the wall is completed in the Al-Hader area, the residential area will be outside of the wall, while their arable land will be on the Israeli side. This land is currently used by Palestinian farmers and is known for its lush grapevines and orchards. Once the wall is built, these farmers will not be able to access their land, and will have no alternative area to cultivate.<\/span><\/p>\n”,”class”:””}]}[/content-builder]

  176. New dates for Palestinian local and parliamentary elections

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    Posted July 26, 2005

    The Palestinian Authority (PA) and Hamas have set a new date for local and parliamentary elections, which were postponed by the PA in light of the Gaza withdrawal. The new dates for local elections are set for September 29th and December 8th. Parliamentary elections are scheduled to take place in late December and early January. The decision follows weeks of tensions and violence between the PA and Hamas. The elections were originally slated for July 17th and the postponement had angered Hamas, which was expected to fair well in the elections. Many in the organization believe the PA postponed the elections out of fear that Fatah, which currently dominates the PA but is seen by many as being corrupt and ineffective, will lose in the elections. This agreement is the first step towards a rapprochement between Hamas and the PA. In recent days, Hamas has reduced the number of Kassam rockets attacks on Israeli settlements. In contrast, Israel continues its effort to arrest and kill members of Palestinian groups in the West Bank and Gaza. On Tuesday morning the Israeli army arrested five Palestinians in the Jenin area and one near Hebron. The charges against them remain unknown. There are no reports of their affiliation with any resistance group. During this time, Israeli forces invaded the West Bank city of Bethlehem, entered a house, and arrested two men. Closures in the West Bank city of Tul Karm remained in place, with many checkpoints stationed around the city. On Monday evening, Israel shelled the city of Rafah in Gaza, damaging electricity lines but causing no casualties.

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    Posted July 26, 2005<\/p>\n

    The Palestinian Authority (PA) and Hamas have set a new date for local and parliamentary elections, which were postponed by the PA in light of the Gaza withdrawal. The new dates for local elections are set for September 29th and December 8th. Parliamentary elections are scheduled to take place in late December and early January. The decision follows weeks of tensions and violence between the PA and Hamas. The elections were originally slated for July 17th and the postponement had angered Hamas, which was expected to fair well in the elections. Many in the organization believe the PA postponed the elections out of fear that Fatah, which currently dominates the PA but is seen by many as being corrupt and ineffective, will lose in the elections. This agreement is the first step towards a rapprochement between Hamas and the PA. In recent days, Hamas has reduced the number of Kassam rockets attacks on Israeli settlements. In contrast, Israel continues its effort to arrest and kill members of Palestinian groups in the West Bank and Gaza. On Tuesday morning the Israeli army arrested five Palestinians in the Jenin area and one near Hebron. The charges against them remain unknown. There are no reports of their affiliation with any resistance group. During this time, Israeli forces invaded the West Bank city of Bethlehem, entered a house, and arrested two men. Closures in the West Bank city of Tul Karm remained in place, with many checkpoints stationed around the city. On Monday evening, Israel shelled the city of Rafah in Gaza, damaging electricity lines but causing no casualties.<\/p>“,”class”:””}]}[/content-builder]

  177. Israeli forces continue West Bank operations

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    July 24, 2005

    co-written by: Ahmad Jaradat 

    Israeli forces continued their operations the West Bank and have imposed a curfew in downtown Hebron. The operations intensified after clashes between the Israeli forces and Palestinians in the area on Friday. The Israeli army has raided and searched many houses in the West Bank. In downtown Hebron, 100 settlers marched against the withdrawal from Gaza. Some settlers threw stones and threatened Palestinians near the mosque. A Palestinian bystander was shot and killed from his injury by the Israeli military operating in Hebron. Palestinian gunmen opened fire on an Israeli military fort, injuring two soldiers. The Israeli military continues to enforce closures throughout the West Bank, preventing Palestinian residents from traveling to work or delivering goods. The closures began last week, and many Palestinians are forced to travel through the mountains in order to reach their destination.

    Palestinian gunmen opened fire on a car at Kissufim, a key entry point into Gaza’s Israeli settlements, and killed two Israeli passengers. Two of the gunmen were chased and killed by Israeli troops. Following the attack, Israeli military planes shelled electricity sources in the Palestinian area of Khan Yunus, causing no injuries, but leaving residents without electricity.

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    July 24, 2005<\/b><\/p>

    co-written by: Ahmad Jaradat <\/b><\/p>

    Israeli forces continued their operations the West Bank and have imposed a curfew in downtown Hebron. The operations intensified after clashes between the Israeli forces and Palestinians in the area on Friday. The Israeli army has raided and searched many houses in the West Bank. In downtown Hebron, 100 settlers marched against the withdrawal from Gaza. Some settlers threw stones and threatened Palestinians near the mosque. A Palestinian bystander was shot and killed from his injury by the Israeli military operating in Hebron. Palestinian gunmen opened fire on an Israeli military fort, injuring two soldiers. The Israeli military continues to enforce closures throughout the West Bank, preventing Palestinian residents from traveling to work or delivering goods. The closures began last week, and many Palestinians are forced to travel through the mountains in order to reach their destination.<\/p>

    Palestinian gunmen opened fire on a car at Kissufim, a key entry point into Gaza\u2019s Israeli settlements, and killed two Israeli passengers. Two of the gunmen were chased and killed by Israeli troops. Following the attack, Israeli military planes shelled electricity sources in the Palestinian area of Khan Yunus, causing no injuries, but leaving residents without electricity.<\/p>\n”,”class”:””}]}[/content-builder]

  178. Concluding Thoughts

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    It’s bittersweet to sit down and write what will be the final blog of my fellowship. It has been an incredible learning experience for me and has left me with many friends with which I have shared many difficult and exciting experiences all over Peru. I feel like we have accomplished much and I look forward to seeing all that they will do in the future.

    As I reflect back on my time in Peru it’s important to remember that there is more work yet to be done and that this is by no means the end of my work in Peru or with EPAF and AP. During my journey back to the U.S., I had the pleasure to accompany 38 handmade quilt squares made by the people of Sacsamarca. Yesterday, we sent all 38 of our quilt squares from Sacsamarca to a group of quilters in New Jersey who will begin the process of turning the hard work of these past few months into an advocacy quilt (or maybe more than one) that we will use to exhibit and display in the U.S. and Peru. We are very hopeful for this quilt and excited to see the final product of many months of effort and travel.

    I also want to take this opportunity to say thank you to EPAF and The Advocacy Project for giving me the opportunity to participate in these efforts with them and assist in their tireless work for human rights and to provide a voice for the voiceless. I wish them all the best going forward and know that those on whose behalf they work are in the best of hands. Their work should serve as an inspiration to all those fighting against forced disappearance and for human rights around the world. Thank you to everyone who has followed, read and commented on this blog as well. I appreciate it more than you know and I hope the stories were able to shed some light on Peru, EPAF and the search for The Disappeared.

    Please visit http://www.advocacynet.org/ to stay updated on news of the Peruvian quilt and EPAF as well as the rest of Advocacy Project’s global work.

    Thank you.

  179. NESPEC CELEBRATES AND EDUCATES ABOUT HUMAN RIGHTS

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    NESPEC (Nepal Social Development and People’s Empowerment Center) is a human rights organization at the core and takes advantage of any opportunity to help the people of Nepal learn about human rights. Thus as Universal Children’s Day approached, they geared up to hold a major event. Extending my final stay in Gaighat a few days longer than expected allowed me to participate.

    Instead of participating in a “fluffy” and centralized district headquarter program, NESPEC wanted to use the opportunity to reach as many people as possible at the grassroots level and took their event out of the more developed district headquarters and into the surrounding villages. The program was held in the centrally located village of Harrdiya, and was attended by children from 3 other the neighboring villages that NESPEC transported in via tractor and jeep so they could participate and be honored.

    Children from the villages

    The plan for the day was to have a rally, hold a program with inspiring speeches, and present school supplies and uniforms to some of the neediest children from each village. The event was coordinated using the school and community based “Child Clubs” that NESPEC had previously established throughout the 4 villages. These clubs are run by child-only boards supported by an adult sponsor, build leadership in students, and provide enrichment activities ranging from chess, to cultural performances, to sports, to conflict resolution. They also serve as a point of contact to provide support directly to the children, their families, and their communities.

    Even though I knew the overall plan for the day, it turned out to be unlike anything I could have anticipated. In the morning all the organization’s staff and most of the volunteers, in addition to the local reporters who had just been briefed, totaling around 30, piled into (and on top of!) a rented jeep to make the hour-long trek to Harridya. Once there we took over a grass-covered space in the middle of the village and began setting it up. While we moved logs, set up a few chairs, hung a banner, and did a sound check with the bullhorn, groups of children started arriving.

    They emerged out of the dust

    All of a sudden there was the sound of chanting and clapping off in the distance and organized chaos ensued. A local Harridya school emerged from a cloud of dust generated by their stamping feet and teachers of students from the surrounding villages quickly organized their classes into marching units to fall in line. The result was an inspiring 45 minute march throughout the village of Harrdiya with children chanting and carrying a variety of signs with inspirational slogans in English and Nepali.

    The last vehicles full of children from the neighboring villages joined in somewhere en route, and upon returning to the clearing and settling everyone down, a program for apx. 450 children began. Following speeches by local leaders and human rights activists was the climax of the event.

    The attentive audience

    Forty of the neediest and most deserving children from the 4 villages, coincidently mainly coming from marginalized, oppressed, and indigenous groups were presented with 2 sets of uniform clothes and school supplies. Of particular note to me, as a former teacher, was that these children had been selected to be honored by the child-run boards of each of the Child Clubs. The Child Clubs in turn were given a large bag full of sports equipment and educational goods to support their ongoing activities. The program was concluded with a speech by 13 year old 8th grader, Gita Kumari Khadka, who was the designated Chairwoman of the program.

    Madam Chairwoman

    After it all was over the feedback received from the press was unanimously positive. They commended NESPEC for running a truly innovative and meaningful program in the spirit of Universal Children’s Day – and particularly for taking on and successfully tackling the challenges involved in holding a program in the villages, away from the amenities and ease provided by the District center.

    As for me, I had never before heard of Universal Children’s Day, and I can guarantee that I will never again forget it!

    “Insipring Nepal’s Future Leaders”

    If you would like to support a new initiative for empowering women being launched by this great organization please follow this link to learn about the program and make a tax-deductible donation:http://www.change.org/nonprofit_page/nonprofit_projects/54285?project_id=26636

  180. A Family Bound by Bricks

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    Janak Shrestha, his wife Gurans, and their six-year-old son have traveled from Kavre, Banepa to Bhaktapur to work for Brahmayam Mahabir to make bricks for the next six months. The Shrestha family innocently took a 20,000 rupee ($200 USD) advance from a middleman five months ago. Like thousands of families throughout Nepal, Janak gave in to the lure of debt bondage, unaware of the harsh, desolate life that faced not only him, but his entire family. For a half year he will labor from sun up until sun down molding clay into bricks.

    The Shrestha Family

    The Shrestha Family

    Janak takes a few moments to speak with me as he has a 1,000 brick quota for the day if he is to pay off his debt. His hands and feet crusted thick with clay, he says this is the first year working at the brick kilns. Janak’s usual job is in construction but lack of work left him no other options.

    He must get back to work but says we can speak to his wife and he points to the family home behind the many rows of drying bricks he has made so far today. Their one bedroom hut made of mud, bricks, and tin is about four feet tall. The only one who can stand up inside is Bikalpa, their son. On the floor lays a gas stove and a small mattress, and you can learn what is the best mattress in a box for this purpose. The employer charges the family 3,000 rupees ($30 USD) a week for rent, a hefty amount from their already small earnings only increasing the weight of their debt.

    Gurans sits on an upside down pail cooking noodles over the gas stove and explains that life at the brick kiln is difficult. There are approximately 65 families – 550 people, around 200 of them are children – all sharing one outdoor shower and a toilet facility located behind the office of the kiln. With the smoke, dust-filled air and their home surrounded by ditches filled with water to make the clay Gurans worries immensely for her son’s health and safety. She then looks around and points to the floor and walls made of bricks with large gaps between them – it is impossible to stay warm in here.

    Gurans preparing lunch in their home

    Gurans preparing lunch in their home

    When asked if they will return to work and live at the brick kilns next year Gurans quickly replied, “No!” then paused for a moment and said, “life is very difficult but what else to do?”, they can’t do anything but you can help us we ability a special spot on our site hipvpn.com.

    Janak works 6:00 am to 6:00 pm making 70 paisa per brick, the equivalent of 70 cents. Because of the heavy advance, the Shrestha family will likely be bound by the debt bondage for the next year and will again have to live and work in the brick kilns. Once again Bikalpa will miss out on school, childhood, and chances are perpetuate a life bound by poverty.

    But Gurans is hopeful and says with a wishful smile, she hopes for her son a brighter future – a good education -so he does not have to do this kind of work. Bikalpa usually attends school in their village but has now been out of school for a month.

    The vicious cycle of debt bondage forces employees to pick up their families and migrate to work in brick kilns year and year again – it is their children that pay the heaviest price, their education, childhood, and future, with your help we can change the future of this kids, please visit our blog on infantcore for more info.

    Gurans and her six year old son Bikalpa

    Gurans and her six year old son Bikalpa

  181. SIDDIPUR PART I: THE IMPORTANCE OF LAND RIGHTS

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    I had an amazing opportunity to join my friends from NESPEC as they traveled for a few days to the village of Siddipur, a relatively remote village situated at the base of the Himalayan foothills. The purpose of the trip was for NESPEC’s president Arjun, Project Coordinator Ajaya, and Social Mobilizers Regana and Sundar to do some initial work for a new project on Food Security and Land Rights they are implementing through a partnership with ActionAid.

    Siddipur Market

    The village of Siddipur, contains 603 households, is centered around a small strip of shops called the “market,” and sparsely fans out from there. The people we encountered were warm, welcoming, and reacted very fondly to the delegation from NESPEC who had implemented a “safe-drinking water” program there several years before and is one of the few NGOs or governmental organizations that has made an effort to reach out to the isolated community. In addition to their general gratitude for the commitment of the members of NESPEC, the people of Siddipur exemplified the hospitality that Nepalis are famous for.

    Distance-wise Siddipur is not that far from the district headquarter in Gaighat, but due to the challenges of travel and communication it is quite isolated. Though the distance is only 30 miles by road, the fastest time by bus is 5 hours to the nearest town followed by an hour long walk over gravel pits and through a river. If you are willing to travel off road on a motorcycle you can make it in 3 hours, but you have to cross a major tributary without the aid of a bridge. Once in Siddipur, there is no electricity and phone contact is through a combination mobile and short-wave system dish systems. As a result of these difficulties, there are few development projects implemented in Siddipur by governmental offices or NGOs. It is for this reason that NESPEC chose the village as one of the sites for their new program.

    Here’s how you cross a river on a motorcycle without a bridge

    The right to own land is a very fundamental issue in Nepal, and intimately connected with food security as the majority of Nepal’s population survives on subsistence agriculture. Farmers grow products that are diverse as possible, eating whatever is in season, and selling the excess to make money to pay for other household essentials. As a result of the subsistence way of life there is still an established barter system in parts of Nepal and it is not uncommon for people outside of the major cities to pay for services they have received with produce, grains, or small animals.

    If one does not own land on which to produce, the options are to “lease” land to cultivate or to work as a day laborer on another’s land (usually getting paid with a percentage of the crop produced as opposed to cash). Such arrangements are feudal-like in nature and have enormous potential for mostly better educated and higher caste land owners to take advantage of poorer, less educated, and often lower caste workers.

    Of the landless farmers Buttia are the best off, having a lease arrangement that they cultivate the land as they like and later pay 50% of the crop to the land owner. Haliya, are mere laborers who can be paid in crops or in rupees, as decided as the landlord and often have arrangements that can be as skewed by as much as 95% for the landlord and only 5% for the farmer. As such, the poor, lower caste, and indigenous landless farmers must work at least twice as hard as landowners (in the best scenario) to feed their families, let alone generate income from the excess they may produce. Thus, in working to alleviate the poverty pervading Nepal it is essential to address the issue of land rights for the ultra poor.

  182. Changing Seasons, the Brick Kilns Begin

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    The rain has ended. There air is now cool. Rice fields have been harvested. Dasain and Tihar festivals have come and gone. For thousands living in Nepal the changing season means work begins in the brick kilns. For children of brick kiln employees, the changing season means leaving behind their homes, schools, and a feeling of security. The changing season means leaving behind their childhood.

    The migrants have started the long journey from their homes and villages traveling from the poorest and most remote areas of Nepal to Kathmandu Valley. For the next six months they will be working tirelessly from sun up until sun down in the harsh, dust-filled brick kilns. Not only do brick kiln employees endure unforgiving hours and conditions, but their children are also forced into working in the tough, hazardous environment.

    Temporary homes where entire families live during the 6 month brick kiln season

    Temporary homes where entire families live during the 6 month brick kiln season

    I visited two brick kilns in Bhaktapur that CONCERN works with and watched as families that have already arrived, till the land that was recently rice paddy fields. People were busy chopping, digging, and burning the remains of the roots and prepared the fields to become smooth areas for bricks to dry. Families labored together building their temporary homes made of bricks and tin roofs that will provide modest shelter through the chilly working season.

    In the distance young boys were diligently hauling broken bricks from last year’s season to make room for the new batches of bricks. A group of toddlers played on a large sand pile near a water ditch used to make the clay for the bricks as women prepared tea over an open fire.

    By next week over 1,100 employees and their families will labor and live at these brick kilns. A major upheaval in the lives of families for the next six months for a promise made to their broker to make enough bricks in the hopes to be paid by the end of the season.

    Out of the 1,100 people working and living at the two brick kilns over 300 are children. These children pay the heaviest price. Their education is halted and they are often forced to work alongside their families, exploited and vulnerable. For these children the changing season means being stripped of their childhood.

    Young boys help prepare the land

    Young boys help prepare the land

     

  183. Somaliland

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    EPAF is currently accepting applications for its Somaliland Field School next year. The Field School will be held from March 16th to April 12th, 2015. I’ve already written a great deal about the Peru Field School and I’d like to use this blog post to highlight the Somaliland Field School and the work we have there.

    Historically, Somaliland was a part of the former Republic of Somalia. For 21 years until his fall, the former leader of the Republic of Somalia, Mohammed Siad Barre, carried out massacres against the people of Somaliland. Around 60,000 civilians were killed and thousands were victims of forced disappearance before a declaration of independence by Somaliland, in 1991. Since its independence, Somaliland has managed to secure the political stability, economic and social development needed to investigate the atrocities committed in the past through a War Crimes Investigation Commission (WCIC) of 6 members. As a result of this, EPAF engages with the local government of Somaliland and the WCIC to assist in the investigation of these crimes.

    The Somaliland Field School focuses on integrating EPAF’s rights based model with the technical work of forensic anthropology. Hands on transitional justice and the combination of memory with prosecution make up the context of this school. In this field school, students experience a more scientific approach with ante mortem data collection, analysis of remains and interaction with state officials during the course of performing exhumations. By working in tandem with EPAF staff, students witness how EPAF conducts exhumations with that could lead to evidence being used in prosecutions. The field school in Somaliland also includes other transitional measures based on EPAF’s model including dignifying the dead, symbolic reparations and memorialization work that includes the planning of monuments to the victims. EPAF’s work in Somaliland also provides students the unique opportunity to assist in EPAF’s ongoing program of South-South cooperation and to see how transitional justice work is performed with in a context where the government has chosen to deal with the past and address the post-conflict scars in its society.

    The excursion into the field in Somaliland will help to determine the amount of missing people through a systematic approach, ante mortem data collection and research of mass graves. Also, the Field School will assist in training the staff of the WCIC in the forensic investigation of human rights violations and war crimes. At the completion of the course, the participants will have a deeper understanding of the application of forensic sciences in the investigation of human rights violations, as well as the process involved in the examination, recovery and analysis of mass graves.

    EPAF is continuing to share its expertise around the world and the Somaliland Field School is another example of this. EPAF’s current work in Brazil, Ecuador, and Mexico, among other countries, is assisting the development of new forensic teams and further advancing the vision of South-South cooperation that EPAF carries in its work. The field schools in Peru and Somaliland represent the cutting edge of EPAF’s work and the great work it continues to do here and around the world.
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  184. THE GREAT FESTIVEAL OF NEPAL: DASHAIN (PRONOUNCED DASAI)

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    In the middle of the fall festival season comes the biggest of Nepali festivals. During the 10 days of it’s duration all offices and businesses shut down and people travel to their homes from all corners of the country (and in some cases the world). Time is spent with family and friends, eating a lot of food, and engaging in all sorts of unique rituals and ceremonies. It is such an important time that even all the groups in the Terai that have been causing a ruckus for months issued public statements that they would not do anything to impede travel during this time.

    One of the best parts of experiencing this festival was that it coincided with the time my parents came to Nepal to pay a visit. I had promised all my friends in Gaighat that I would return to spend Dashain with them when I moved to Kathmandu. So amidst more adventure than I have energy to recount, the three of us worked our way through Gaighat to spend the peak of the festival in Harriya. It was “quite a memorable event” as members of my extended family in Gaighat/Harriya like to say.

    Essentially the whole reason for this massive festival (and massive it is) is to celebrate the Hindu goddess Durga for saving the world from evil by killing demons and keep her happy and ready in case she needs to do it again. Temporary shrines and temples are erected all over Nepal and it is common to depict the scene of Durga (with the assistance of the Lion she travels on) killing a demon.

    Man inspecting the life-size portrayal of Durga in a Gaighat Temple.

     

    Though Durga is sometimes perceived as a benevolent protector she also has a blood-thirsty side when she gets angry. The key focus of the celebration becomes to keep her mollified and entails huge numbers of animals being sacrificed in her honor. Rumor has it that in Kathmandu alone 40,000 animals (goats, sheep, and water buffalo) are decapitated at the largest temples. Luckily for me, the tradition in the villages, and that we witnessed, is smaller in scale.

    After buying a goat (or a smaller animal depending on economic circumstances) at some point over the summer, people care for and fatten it up, and then ceremonially behead it on the appropriate day. Though we arrived late into Harriya Arjun-dai (discussed in earlier blogs; the current President of NESPEC) was kind enough to postpone his family’s ceremony so we could witness the affair in full.

    Bisal Dahal (Arjun-dai’s son) catching his breath after sacrificing a goat

     

    After the brief ceremony was conducted and the goat’s head was swiftly removed with an axe the body was cleaned, skinned, quartered, and delicately dissected before being prepared in a variety of ways and feasted upon for days. (I’ve decided not to put the most graphic details or pictures on this site, but thanks to my Dad I have a complete series of the process so if you would like to see them, feel free to email me directly.)

    The day after the goat-sacrificing comes the peak of the festival. On this day everyone wears new clothes and “takes tika” from all their older relations. “Taking tika” entails receiving a heartfelt blessing for happiness, health, prosperity, etc from older generations of relations as they place a paste of uncooked rice and red powder on your forehead, sprinkle flowers and leaves on your head, tuck a seedling behind your ear, and give you money (the amount tends to vary depending on how close they are to you). The younger you are the more you can make, and the older you are the more you spend!

    Me receiving tika from Arjun-dai’s mother and father, 89 and 88 respectively.

     

    People spend the next few days traveling around to visit relations and take tika, flying kites, gambling with cards, playing on huge bamboo swings erected especially for the festival, and eating more meat than they probably eat during the rest of the year combined. As the saying goes, “it was quite a memorable event.”

    My mom and dad after receiving tika

  185. SADLY IT’S OFFICIAL…. BUT WE PICK UP AND MOVE ON (PART #1)

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    [I couldn’t think of topical images to accompany this blog. So instead I’ve inserted random pictures through the posting that attempt to capture the natural beauty I’ve witnessed during my time in Nepal.]

    A hillside in Udayapur (the District of which Gaighat is the municipal center)

     

    The past month or so in Nepali politics would give the most dramatic of soap operas a run for its money. Unfortunately, the outcome hasn’t been happy, the characters aren’t fictional, and the stakes are very high. The cliffhanger ending of last chapter is that on 5 October the elections scheduled for 22 November were officially canceled, supposedly to be rescheduled at some unidentified future date.

    When I decided to stay in Nepal this semester instead of returning to the Goldman School it was for better or for worse. I was fully prepared for the election not to happen – there was even a precedent for this as the election had been previously postponed. However, despite bumps in the road things for the election were moving forward and the optimism in the air was tangible. The Election Commission had put out regulations, a crew of trainers was being prepared to fan across the country to educate the masses about election procedures, and the lists of candidates were about to be submitted by the parties. Somewhere along the way people began to believe that though it might not be of the highest quality, the election was going to happen.

    Then suddenly the Maoist Party (which is a key part of the fragile 7-party interim government alliance) issued an ultimatum that if the 22 concerns they presented were not satisfactorily addressed by the other 6 parties they would pull out of the alliance and actually “agitate” AGAINST the election. No one believed they would really do this. After waging a revolution for 10+ years, signing a peace agreement, and participating in the 7-party government for less than a year, everyone assumed that they were using scare tactics as a negotiation technique. It turned out their threats were not hollow.

    Sunrise over Anapurna 2 and Fishtail Mountains from Dhampusa (during a trek near Pokhara)

     

    The Maoist pull-out from the government started unraveling the proverbial sweater. Ultimately, the election was postponed in order to keep the Maoists in the government, under the guise of creating more time to address their 22 point memorandum. (There is extensive analysis that neither the Maoists nor several other major political parties actually wanted the election because they will likely lose some of their parliamentary seats, but there is no way to directly confront that).

    Civil society had been hoping that despite these power dynamics there was enough domestic and international pressure to ensure the elections would be held. It was heartbreaking to witness people realize that despite years of intense activism their efforts were again insufficient. All stakeholders from Nepali NGO workers to members of the International community have strained to regain their balance and figure out what to do next. Without anything tangible coming yet from the government (like a new date for the election) people have been struggling to find something new to organize themselves around…

    Sunset on a field in Gaighat

  186. Origins

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    Today, I wanted to share an interview done with Jose Pablo (J.P.) Baraybar, EPAF’s Executive Director, by an online publication that was posted this month. I have translated the highlights here into English. The original can be found here: http://revistamito.com/antropologia-forense-en-primera-persona-roxana-ferllini-y-jose-pablo-raraybar/

    On the origins of EPAF…

    JP: “EPAF was first constituted as the technical group of the National Coordinator for Human Rights in 1997, and then in 2001 it was constituted as a civil association non-profit under the name the Peruvian Forensic Anthropology Team (EPAF). The people of the technical group were entirely archaeologists with diverse experiences, in my case, work with human remains, another person had worked with animal remains and had a strong militancy in the movement of human rights; others were archaeologists specializing in the Andean Area.”

    On how he came to forensics…

    JP: “As I said, I’m archaeologist, although early in my career I started working with human remains in archaeological contexts; shortly thereafter I became a volunteer for Amnesty International and somehow everything fell into place. I became someone interested in working with human remains within a forensic context, and especially in cases of violations of human rights. Years since, these interests materialized into work for the UN as a forensic anthropologist for the international criminal tribunals in Rwanda and the former Yugoslavia and then as Director of the Office of Missing Persons and Forensic Sciences in Kosovo, also for the UN. Certainly for many years this type of work became my day to day.”

    On human rights in Peru and the continent…

    JP: In Peru, “the TRC (Truth and Reconciliation Commission) recommendations were not implemented at all…I should rather say that few of them were implemented. Peru, faces a serious problem with over 15,000 people disappeared during the conflict that have not yet been found, for the absence of a search policy, i.e. a public, state policy, allowing for the return of identity to Peruvians missing and found buried in more than 6000 registered clandestine graves. The situation in Latin America is equally complex, perhaps for the fact that the disappearance of persons (to be forced, involuntary or voluntary) is complex, it is a non-linear phenomenon, i.e. people not going from point A to B, but through a circuit that is not easy to track. This is complicated even more when the disappeared has a criminal background, certainly people “disappear “ to not be found, so it is not enough to know the version of the family looking for a victim, but also to reconstruct in hindsight what occurred from the moment in which the person was seen for the last time.”

    On cooperation with other forensic teams internationally…

    JP: “We work in many parts of the world outside Peru. Our approach is always aimed at sustainable interventions and within the framework of South-South cooperation. We believe that the Global South has more in common by experiences and common causes; therefore we believe that we can contribute a lot. We have thus far worked in Africa, Southeast Asia and different parts of America. On certain occasions we have crossed paths with other teams and others not. Let us also remember that in the end all NGOs live on the resources they can get for projects and the donors are always the same, therefore the needs of survival limit, in many cases, the integration in the work that one would like to see.”

    On forensic anthropology as a career in Peru…

    JP: “In Peru there is no formal career in forensic anthropology and this causes great confusion at the judicial level because they expect that the people who work in this specialty are “anthropologists.” The problem is that anthropologists in Peru are social anthropologists and that does not have any link with the objective of study, i.e., skeletonized or semi skeletonized remains, in legal contexts. The Catholic University (PUCP) had a master’s degree in bio-archaeology and forensic anthropology, but not everyone works in forensics, most work in bio-archaeology.”

    On work outside of Peru…

    JP: “Our presence has been fluctuating and moving on to issues that could be called intrinsic to the topic of forensic science in human rights: issues of memory, issues of the register of missing persons through ante-mortem data collection, technical interviews, databases, etc. Our involvement as forensics also had been in commissions of inquiry and in the planning of public policy in the search for missing persons. Recently, we have initiated expert opinions in cases that are related to the lack of access to justice by citizens of the Peru. Our current scope of action is in Mexico, El Salvador, Ecuador, Brazil, Algeria, Somaliland and the Philippines.”
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  187. I hesitated to write this blog

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    I hesitated to write this blog. I questioned the ethics of even taking the photo, first asking my colleague what I should do and then for permission. When I travel I rarely take photos preferring instead to capture the experience and not infringe on others. In NGO work, however, photos are a key component.

    Needless to say I am still unsure about sharing this story. I don’t want to take advantage of the situation of a person with a disability in a desperate situation. With the boy and his community perhaps questioning why this muzungo (foreigner) came yet nothing changed or even worse that I gained somehow from the interaction. However, my goal in sharing my interactions with this boy is to raise awareness for PWDs in Gulu, which hopefully can in some, however small, way make a positive change.

    As part of the schools assessment GDPU and AP are completing in Gulu District, I meet with several District Education Officers. When describing the research I asked the officers if there was any school in particular we should visit. It was then my attention was turned to to a rural school which had a boy in primary five using a wheelchair. The officer told the research team that while there was an accessible toilet for the boy but it had fallen into disrepair. As a team we decided it was important to visit the school.

    When we arrived at the school they said the boy was not in class because the heavy rains made the mud too thick for him to come to school. We explained that we wanted to discuss with him the water and sanitation situation as part of our overall needs assessment. The headmaster told us we could go visit the boy at his home, which was nearby. When we arrived the boy, named Dennis, turned out to be more so a young man than a man, and in approximately his early 20s. The headmaster explained that in actuality no one knows his age, but they just put 17 on school documents as students over 18 are not allowed to be enrolled in that primary school. The boy wore a muddy hooded sweatshirt and shirt. The headmaster translated that he told him he did not have a shirt was for the painfully simple reason, that he has no sap with which to was it. His small hut, where he lived in alone, was constructed from little more than plywood, wooden posts, and a thatched roof. It stood without a door, allowing us to peer inside at the absence of any furnishings or bedding.

    I, was both eager and concerned, to find out if he was going to school and ask about the latrine situation at school. From discussions with Dennis, the boy, he had not been to school at all this term and last term he was often absent. From conversations with the boy and the neighbors, his family had left for an undermined amount of time and his sister had locked his school uniform in her hut for reasons we were unable to discern. He was getting by on generosity of his neighbors who brought food to him.

    I wouldn’t consider myself sensitive, or squeamish in matter of development, having traveled extensively in developing countries, but the living conditions of this boy left an impression. The entirety of possessions amounted to the clothes on his back and the straw roof over his head. When services don’t exist, when parents believe disability is a curse, PWDs will continue to be marginalized and neglected. I remain skeptical towards this blog. I hope that by posting Dennis’ story it may serve as a small catalyst for support and growth in disability services; and not be seen as an exploitation of his life. While the realities of his physical impairment cannot be changed, perhaps the condition which he, and many other PWDs, operate can be.

    Reality of PWDs

    Reality of PWDs in rural Gulu District

  188. EPAF 2001-2014: Part 2

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    Since its founding, EPAF has made significant contributions to transitional justice and human rights initiatives within Peru and around the world. EPAF pursues projects and partnerships that redress past crimes and provide an honest accounting of political violence in all its forms. Its 2001 publication “Forensic Science and Human Rights: A Proposal for Effective Forensic Investigations of Human Rights Violations” laid out a methodological approach for the use of forensics in the investigation and documentation of human rights violations in Peru and was adopted as a reference document for the Truth and Reconciliation Commission. With the expiration of the Commission’s mandate in 2004, EPAF has continued to collect information on the disappeared through its Memory Project, which preserves the biological and social memory of the disappeared through the testimony of their surviving relatives.

    In February of 2008, EPAF completed the exhumation and analysis of 94 human remains from the country’s largest mass grave in Putis. The discovery attracted international attention to the systematic massacre of civilian populations during the armed conflict and has raised pressure on the government authorities to open up a full investigation into the crime and others like it. In September of 2008, EPAF presented its analysis of the remains from the La Cantuta Massacre to the tribunal adjudicating the human rights trial of ex-Peruvian president Alberto Fujimori. EPAF’s conclusions substantiated the prosecutions claims that the victims had been executed prior to the incineration of their remains and that state agents most likely carried out the executions. In an historic verdict, the tribunal found Fujimori guilty of crimes against humanity and sentenced him to 25 years in prison.

    As recognition of its achievements has spread, EPAF has garnered a reputation as a repository of technical expertise for human rights organizations and legal professionals both in Peru and throughout the world. At the behest of Peru’s National Coordinator of Human Rights and the Office of the Ombudsman, EPAF has organized multiple trainings and workshops to educate human rights activists, attorneys, judges, and government officials on the effective application of forensics in the investigation of human rights crimes. Internationally, EPAF has also responded to appeals by the International Committee for the Red Cross, Freedom House, the American Bar Association, and the Asia Foundation to provide courses on best practices for legal professionals and civil society actors confronting human rights violations in countries as far afield as Venezuela, Chile, the Philippines, Nepal, Thailand and the Democratic Republic of Congo.

    A few of EPAF’s stats:
    • 179 victims recuperated
    • 486 remains analyzed
    • 214 victims identified (125 identified by DNA)
    • 15 official state experts collaborated with
    • 40 independent experts collaborated with
    • EPAF has worked abroad in Nepal, Democratic Republic of Congo, Philippines, USA, Mexico, Brazil, Venezuela, Chile, Thailand
    • EPAF has organized 4 field schools in Peru and Somaliland since 2012

  189. Brick kiln employment and recommendations from CONCERN

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    How are employees recruited for work in brick kilns?

    The first weeks of October when the monsoon season ends brick kiln owners send their middle men, brokers, to recruit workers from small, impoverished villages throughout Nepal. There are over 500 brick kilns in Kathmandu Valley and 90% of brick kiln employees are migrant workers. Brokers travel throughout the country, specifically to very poor villages that have limited economic opportunities. The broker and employee agree on the amount of bricks the employee will make during the season. The broker then gives the employee an advancement in their salary. The employee now owes the brick kiln hard labor and a specific amount of bricks before the season begins creating debt bondage.

    How do children become involved?

    Brick kiln employees travel very far from their villages to work in the brick kilns and their children must come along for the journey, uprooting them from school for at least 6 months. Brick kiln employees work from sun up until sun down, left with no where else to go during the long working days children accompany their parents to the brick kiln. Young children are left unsupervised in the very dangerous work environment and children physically capable are recruited to start hauling bricks as young as the age of 4. Children spend long hours in the dust-filled, hazardous environment and accidents involving children happen frequently and often result in serious injuries or even death. Children lose out on their education, are often exploited and their development and future compromised.

    What are living conditions like at brick kiln sites?

    A majority of the migrant brick kiln employees live in cramped, one bedroom make-shift huts near the brick kiln site. They are meant to be temporary, have dirt floors and four walls made of unbaked bricks. The small huts house as many as 11 people and cooking, bathing and toilet facilities are located outside, shared amongst hundreds of brick kiln employees and their families.

    How are employees paid?

    At the end of the brick kiln season, the end of May when the monsoon season begins, the employee must have produced the agreed amount of bricks that the broker and employee set when the advancement in salary was distributed. If they have not produced the amount of bricks in the contract the employee now owes the employer. Having no other way to repay the employer the employee is in debt promising they will return the following season – starting the following work season with even more debt.

    Recommendations and long-term sustainable solutions:

    CONCERN emphasizes the importance of workers rights for parents working in brick kilns as a direct link to protecting children and eradicating child labor. With a strong relationship with brick kiln owners and advocacy for employees CONCERN encourages employers to comply by labor laws. CONCERN is currently collaborating with other NGOs to put pressure on brick kiln owners to comply by a code of conduct and to make the following changes in the recruitment and employment process. CONCERN is in the process of creating a long-term program that aims to have brick kilns in the districts of Bhaktapur and Lalitpur completely child labor free in the next three years. Here are a few of the recommendations from the program CONCERN is currently developing:

    1. Educate employers and employees on their rights, in a recent survey conducted by CONCERN 92% of employees were unaware of labor laws and child rights
    2. Put pressure on employers to hire employees with transparent contracts that would be monitored closely, make the advance amount smaller, instead agree on a bonus for the employee at the end of the season
    3. Pay the employee hourly rather than by brick amount to avoid debt bondage, and comply by legal hourly work week
    4. Enforce a code of conduct for employers to sign which would include an agreement to refer all children at brick kiln sites to CONCERN
    5. Provide interim education for migrant children during the brick kiln season to ensure they do not fall behind in their studies and can successfully return to their school when the brick kiln season is over
    6. Facilitate non-formal education classes, day care center services and child clubs at brick kiln sites where families live to create a safe, child friendly environment and prevent children from accompanying their parents to the brick kiln

  190. “SEIZING” THEIR RIGHTS

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    I’ve repeatedly heard a similar line of rhetoric in speeches given by members of marginalized groups in Nepal (of which there are many). It goes something like this: “We [insert group] have been historically excluded from the governance and power of Nepal. We’ve struggled to raise our voices and to be included– yet we are not being acknowledged. No one is going to hand us our rights. We must fight for them and we must seize them!”

    Since first hearing that idea I’ve puzzled over what it means to “seize” one’s rights… Last week after spending a day watching events in the Eastern Terai, I think I finally understood.

    I was a representative of the Center for Women and Politics supporting the Morang District Accountability Meeting organized by the Biratnagar-based Steering Committee of the Madheshi Women’s Advocacy Forum (explained 2 blogs ago). The purpose of the meeting was to bring together District leaders of political parties to pressure them into supporting the candidacy of Madheshi Women in the upcoming election.

    VIEW OF THE MEETING HALL

    The event was fated from the start as a district-wide bandha was called the day before, shutting down shops, schools, and public forms of transportation (buses and taxis were out, but cycle rickshaws and private transportation was ok). Essentially, with creativity people could still move about, but always under the threat of encounter or confrontation with the group calling the bandha. Despite the significant transportation challenges, just over an hour after our start time the hall was nearly filled with local participants and the program began.

    About 45 minutes into the event a flood of women with heads covered in saris squeezed into every empty space of the rented hall. I later learned these women, many of whom are Dalit (the lowest strata of the Hindu caste system) and illiterate, woke up before dawn to complete their household duties, walked several kilometers to wait at an assigned stop, then spent roughly 3 hours covering 15 kilometers packed in a tractor to join our meeting in defiance of the imposed bandha.

    BELIEVE IT OR NOT, OVER 100 WOMEN SQUEEZED INTO THIS TRACTOR….

    Through the interpretation of my friend Ajaya I asked Niva Devi Keist, the rural organizer responsible for the incredible participation, how she motivated all the women to come. She shrugged away my amazement and explained “I simply told them the meeting would be an opportunity to learn about the Constitutional Assembly (CA) Election and to support Madheshi women struggling with political parties to be come candidates. They were all very interested to attend – there was no difficulty to get their participation. In fact, they were glad to have the opportunity to show the political parties that though they are not educated, they are interested in the CA.”

    As a testament to the exclusion faced by Madheshi women, none of the political party representatives showed up to the meeting. And though the stated purpose could not be met, the gathering was certainly not in vain. The rural women listened attentively for several hours as people gave speeches about the political challenges faced by Madheshis and how their participation in the CA election is an opportunity to change that. Specific suggestions were given about how they could continue to inform themselves and take action. A strategic discussion also emerged about the possibility of running women candidates independently if the political parties continue to be unresponsive.

    Then after some tea and a quick snack, the women headed back to their tractor to make the return journey to their villages. As I watched them squeeze in I looked at the array of expressions on their faces – the same ones I had seen throughout the day: excitement, confusion, happiness, boredom, exhaustion, and intense focus. Then I thought about all the obstacles standing between these women and their ability to caste a vote – their lack of education, a confusing and constantly changing electoral system led by politicians who do not take them seriously, and potential risks to their physical safety as they struggle to be involved.

    I made the connection between the significant challenges they face and their determined, courageous commitment to keep moving forward despite it all. And I finally started to understand what it means to struggle for and “seize” one’s rights…

    **follow this link to an interesting article about the current bandhas affecting Nepal

    HEADIN HOME

  191. TEEJ – FESTIVAL OF WOMEN

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    Fall is festival season in Nepal, and things have definitely begun to kick into high gear. One of the first major celebrations of the season is “Teej” – a festival for women. This festival is overtly about and for women – for weeks I could hear women talking about their preparations. Teej involves eating rich foods the night before, fasting all day (w/o even drinking water), getting dressed in red from head to toe (including bangles and necklaces), and gathering with women friends at homes or at temples to sing and dance. Most women don’t have to work on that day – inside or outside the home. Overall it is a time of merriment, joy, and sisterhood.

    Though the day is centered on women, the underlying religious significance of the ceremony is about men. The praying and singing and fasting is done mostly to Shiva (one of the main Hindu gods) to protect the lives of the males in your family – and particularly your husband. Women who are married perform their rituals to ensure a long and happy life for (and with) their husband. Those who are unmarried perform the same rituals as a way to ask Shiva to help them find a good mate. After the sun goes down married women break their fast by having their husband feed them their first mouthful of food. Tradition also has it that before eating women wash their husbands’ feet, and drink a bit of the foot-bath water that was used – but all of the men and women I discussed this with blatantly refuse to follow that tradition because they believe it is demoralizing.

    A SAGE HANGING AROUND THE TEMPLE DRESSED AS SHIVA (BUT NOT GETTING MUCH ATTENTION FROM ANYONE EXCEPT FOREIGNERS)

    My friend Sanjita, who along with her brother, owns a knitting shop in Thamel (the tourist section of town) had been begging me for weeks to spend Teej with her. So, I met her at her shop around noon and we went upstairs to the store room to change. Sanjita was married 6 months ago and consequently had several gorgeous red saris. I felt really awkward at first wrapping (and wrapping) myself in the sari she wore for her wedding ceremony but after a little assurance from her I decided to simply enjoy the luxury of a pure chiffon and hand-sequined sari.

    SANJITA AND ME

    Once dressed we headed to Pashupathi-nath, the most famous temple in Kathmandu to join throngs of women swathed in red. Lines of red dotted with umbrellas shielding the sun zig-zagged through the streets outside the temple compound as women queued to visit the main shrine. We decided to forego the hours-long wait, skipped doing a puja in front of Shiva’s statue, and instead worked our way into the back of the temple compound to visit some of the smaller temples and simply enjoy the crowd. And what a crowd it was!

    A PORTION OF THE CROWD BEHIND PASHUPATHI’S MAIN TEMPLE

    I’m not sure if it was the elation of the day or simply the fasting induced light-headedness – but I don’t recall ever seeing such a spirited gathering before. We quickly become engulfed in a red sea of clapping, laughing, singing, and dancing women. They were everywhere… in courtyards, under tents, and in the temples. They seemed to have bottomless energy and enthusiasm. And they were truly gorgeous. Perhaps many of them were praying for the good health and longevity of their husbands, but more than anything, it seemed like Teej was just an excuse for women of all ages to cast their duties aside for the day, get decked out, and have a plain ‘ole good time!

    WOMEN SINGING AND DANCING

  192. MADHESHI WOMEN’S ADVOCACY FORUM: INITIAL SUCCESSES AND CHALLENGES

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    Since moving to Kathmandu I’ve spent most of my time helping the Madheshi Women’s Advocacy Forum (MWAF) get up and running. The MWAF was created as a result of the Madheshi Women’s National Conference held by Sarita Giri (both written about in my earlier blogs), and is a network of grassroots women leaders in districts across the Terai region dedicated to the social, economic, and political empowerment of Madheshi women.

    The immediate initiative of the MWAF is to help Madheshi women’s political empowerment during the upcoming Constitutional Assembly Election. We have three short term goals:

    1. To push for large numbers of Madheshi women candidates in constituencies across the Terai.
    2. To educate Madheshi women at local levels about the upcoming election and democracy in general.
    3. To mobilize voters to support qualified Madheshi women candidates and get them elected.

    Right now we are implementing a 3-phase plan focused on the first goal.

    To keep up the momentum from the National Conference and to begin working toward our goal of getting Madheshi women on the ballot we scheduled a MWAF National Steering Committee meeting in Kathmandu (Phase 1). On 9-11 September we brought the women leaders to Kathmandu from each of the 21 districts to launch the national campaign, “Win with Madheshi Women,” and for organizing sessions about Phase 2. The campaign launch was a big success and brought together the press, women leaders from many backgrounds, and high-level political party members to offer their support for the movement.

    THE MWAF NATIONAL STEERING COMMITTEE MEMBERS UNVEILING A POSTER DEPICTING MADHESHI WOMEN CALLING FOR PEACE, SOCIAL JUSTICE, AND DEMOCRACY.

    The second part of the National Steering Committee Meeting was sessions to help district leaders plan for Phase 2: District Level “Accountability Meetings.” The purpose of these meetings is to pressure local chapters of political parties to commit to running Madheshi female candidates.

    The outcome of the planning sessions was a little more mixed than the campaign launch. To begin with, the mixed electoral system of proportional representation and direct election being used in Nepal’s coming election is complicated even for those familiar with democratic processes, let alone people who are entirely new to the practice of voting.

    On top of that, it turns out that the concepts and strategies we are trying to impart to our district leaders are quite challenging. Examples include strategically playing political parties against each other to increase the number of women candidates they commit to running and identifying for potential candidates that are currently not involved in party politics yet that might appeal to a wide range of people. The task of helping these women influence a system they don’t fully understand combined with the fact that (like most groups) there is a range of participants, from superstar to those just along for the ride, made our sessions less of a resounding success than I would have liked.

    STRATEGY SESSION OF THE MWAF NATIONAL STEERING COMMITTEE

    An additional problem I’m struggling with is the lack of original and critical thinking done by many of our district leaders. There seems to be a very strong cultural propensity in Nepal to defer to hierarchy – and I’ve experienced this being particularly intense among women. (Sarita is incredibly different in this regard, and I think this is why I appreciate working with her so much.)

    As much as Sarita and I tried to give our district leaders theory to guide their own strategy formation, practically we ended up needing to be a lot more directive in providing specific tactics and even much more basic background information. Coming from a teaching background I understand the need to first teach to students and then guide them w/ varying levels of support before they can do something independently. Yet for some reason, working with adults makes this process seem unnecessary. The reality is that it is just as crucial, if not more so with adults, and I think if I can stay in that mindset it will help a lot.

    Despite the difficulties of the planning sessions, the ongoing challenge of long distance communication in Nepal (ie. phone/fax), and the highly turbulent current political situation, our District Accountability meetings are scheduled to start from tomorrow. No doubt some will flop, but I do think there is the potential for many to be a success. The political parties are scheduled to publish their candidate lists on 30 September. Hopefully the District Accountability Meetings combined with our upcoming National Accountability Meeting (Phase 3) will produce lists loaded with quality Madheshi Women Candidates. Keep your fingers crossed for us…

  193. One month in Nepal

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    The past month at CONCERN has been extremely eventful! I have been busy familiarizing myself with CONCERN’s past work, current projects and their goals for the future. The team here is an engaging, energetic group that I feel so fortunate to work with. I have already learned more than I could have ever imagined in just a few short weeks. From going on field visits – to meeting with ambassadors – to continuously writing and editing grant proposals – each day is always different.

    CONCERN is currently wrapping up a very successful three year project that reached over 2,000 children. They are now in the developing stages of creating a new three-year program that aims to eradicate child labor in seven brick kilns in the two districts of Bhaktapur and Lalitpur. The program aims to eliminate child labor through education, empowerment, and economic sustainability. I am privileged to be a part of the development of this new project and would like to share key ways of my involvement and what an average week is like for me here at CONCERN.

    Field Visits
    Field visits have been vital to deepening my understanding of the work CONCERN does, and to gain a better understanding of the new the program in development. I visited seven brick kilns that CONCERN currently works with facilitating non-formal education classes, daycare center services, vocational training support, and income generation alternatives.

    The field visits to the brick kilns in the two districts of Bhaktapur and Lalitpur where there are nearly 200 brick kilns opened my eyes to the grave conditions of labor in brick kilns. CONCERN works in seven different brick kilns and in the past three years has reached over 2,000 children providing alternative options and support.

    Organizations and Embassy Meetings
    My main focus in this area is coordinating meetings with organizations and ambassadors from embassies to introduce the long-term program CONCERN is developing. I attend the meetings with the Executive Director seeking advice and recommendations on the project. A key component in these endeavors is to prompt interest in financially supporting the project. We tactfully ask the ambassador to raise the issue of child labor in Nepal with government officials. The meetings have gone very well and we’ve obtained valuable recommendations. We are now drafting proposals to the organizations and embassies to support areas of the larger project to be implemented in 2015.

    Proposal Writing
    Part of my fellowship in Nepal has been the development of a small proposal that will rescue twelve children from the brick kilns this year and provide them the financial support to attend school. CONCERN will provide their admission fees, exam fees, uniform, backpack, and school supplies. Upon finalization of the proposal, The Advocacy Project will launch a campaign assisting in fundraising for this project.

    Moving Forward
    As the brick kiln season starts in October I will go back to the brick kilns for more field visits. At this time we will assess how many children are working in the brick kilns this season and what the needs are for all involved including employers, parents, and the children. CONCERN prides itself on having a strong relationship with employers and parents, which enables them to work with the children. We will also continue meeting with organizations and ambassadors requesting recommendations and potential financial assistance to fund the new project.

    I anticipate and look forward to a busy, productive and fulfilling rest of my fellowship with CONCERN!

  194. POLITICS AND MUSIC: THE NEXT INDIAN IDOL

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    There are two kinds of voting currently consuming the thoughts and energy of the Nepali public. First, is the voting related to the Constitutional Assembly election scheduled for 22 November. This newly elected body will be charged with the important tasks of writing a new constitution for Nepal, helping the country transition to a democracy, and bringing stability after 10+ years of violent conflict. The second type of voting that urgently weighs on the minds of many Nepalis relates to the all important selection of this year’s “Indian Idol.”

    The national delight in Indian Idol is not surprising as Nepal’s culture is infused with singing. I have experienced sitting on the roof in Gaighat during power outages and stifling heat to pass the time learning Nepali folk songs, witnessed workshops in which late-arriving participants had to sing a song as their entrance toll, been surrounded by a roomful of young adults from different parts of the country earnestly sharing and teaching each other songs from their regions, and heard people burst into song during meetings – either to close things out or as a way of expressing their sentiments when words were insufficient.

    AN AFTER-HOURS SING/DANCE PARTY AT THE MADHESHI WOMEN’S NATIONAL CONFERENCE

    However, this love of all things musical seemingly turned into a national obsession when an Indian Idol participant of Nepali decent by the name of Prassant Thamang made it to the Top 10 Finalists. One night a few weeks ago, shortly after my move to Kathmandu, I was walking home after dinner with a friend, and the street was eerily quiet, save one song that was swirling all around me… Then suddenly the entire neighborhood burst into cheers and applause. I was very confused for a moment until I realized, it was Friday night around 10pm, which meant Nepalis across the country were huddled around any television they could find to watch Indian Idol and cheer on Prassant.

    This support for Prassant has not only become a national pastime, it has also been turned into a national campaign. Though Nepalis can easily get the cable channels from India that allow them to watch the show, they are not able to participate in the voting as the systems do not allow international votes from Nepal. However, these resolute Nepalis have not been deterred. They have set up a coordinated effort to make calls, submitting votes from numerous centers just inside the Indian border. Through their successful and strategic manipulation of the voting process Prassant has made it to the very last round and he is one of the two finalists vying for the title (though he is good, I have to say he is certainly not at this point based on talent alone).

    In the last few days, I have begun to see the army of Prassant troops mobilizing their final push to support their candidate in the remaining 7 days of voting. I have repeatedly come across young people marching with pictures and banners in the street and booths with loud speakers calling on people to donate to the cause.

    PRASSANT SUPPORTERS TAKING DONATIONS

    The money that is collected for Prassant is sent to communities of Nepali descent living just across the border in India – much like the one that Prassant came from in Darjeeling. Once it arrives, I imagine these donations support a network of volunteer troops that have been organized into around-the clock shifts, making non-stop calls to ensure that Prassant will become the next Indian Idol.

    It would be really easy to moan about how the energy and resources going toward Prasant (and filling the coffers of the Indian phone companies) could be better spent on some of Nepal’s urgent needs. It would also be easy to joke about the organizational lessons that the 8-parties could learn from this youth initiative. But I’ll do neither. Instead I’ll say that the ingenuity, enthusiasm, and organization of this campaign impresses me, and in some ironic way gives me hope for the next generation of Nepali leaders.

    And I’ll hold out a hope that Prassant will take a few weeks after his stint with Indian Idol is over to take advantage of his popularity, return the love he has been shown by Nepal, and encourage the Nepali people to put the same energy they have shown into the next set of vitally important elections.

  195. THE BIG DECISION

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    I just left Gaighat and after a relatively uneventful bus-ride I arrived back in Kathmandu (enabled by a surprisingly effective police effort to keep the roads open despite attempts at a Bandha). According to my original plan this should have been my last blog and I should have already arrived back in California and started classes. As happens, the plan has changed. I have decided to stay in Nepal for the coming semester, move from Gaighat to Kathmandu, and return to the USA at the end of the year to resume my courses next semester.

    “Why,” you may ask, have you made this decision? The essence of my decision is that I feel this is a particularly interesting time to be in Nepal with elections scheduled for 22 November, and having recently summitted the peak of an intense language and cultural learning curve, I simply didn’t feel ready to leave. Once I decided to explore the possibility of staying I quickly became amazed at how doors effortlessly opened and things began to fall into place. Overall it has been a surprisingly easy decision to stay.

    “So, what will you be doing,” is a logical next question…

    If you read my previous blog you will know that I have come across an amazing Nepali female leader by the name of Sarita Giri (pictured below during the 2006 People’s Movement –http://www.peacexpeace.org/resources/images/Sarita2.jpg).

    After our work at the Madheshi Women’s National Conference, Sarita asked me to continue with her for the next few months. The bottom line is we will help women get elected in Nepal’s upcoming Constitutional Assembly election – and hopefully simultaneously bring women’s voices into the national discourse to support the process of stabilizing and bringing peace to Nepal.

    As I’m sure you know if you’ve been reading my blogs I have been deeply touched this summer by the circumstances facing women in Nepal. Though elections were not something I directly set out to work on, after a little reflection I decided that at this moment the most effective way to help Nepali women improve their prospects is to support their inclusion in the creation of Nepal’s new Constitution. Not only will this give women a voice and an opportunity to advocate for vital issues affecting them at a national level, but it will increase the likelihood that a favorable national structure for addressing these issues will be created. A side effect is that even if women are elected in limited numbers, this process alone will increase their participation in political life and develop the capacity of many as local and national leaders.

    Even though there is a definite potential that elections will not be held as scheduled on 22 November, this is still an incredible time to be in Nepal, and I feel blessed with an amazing opportunity to help organize a national women’s movement. My personal hope is that after the elections this movement will continue on in an organized way to address some of the overwhelming issues affecting women across Nepal.

    One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned over the summer is that things don’t tend to go according to plan, particularly in Nepal. And, staying consistent to my nature, during my remaining time here I also hope to juggle a few other projects that will continue to supporting the work of the other great organizations I’ve come to know. Thus, it is likely that as things unfold there will be a few twists to the current plot outline… Stay tuned!

    ME AND MY CO-WORKERS AFTER MY FIRST “RICE TRANSPLANTION” LESSON

  196. Just a Girl

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    Not quite a woman

    but carries the burden of a mother

    brick laden

    knock-kneed

    and hunchbacked

    age 8

    She is gray-haired

    gray faced

    showered with

    brick dust that settles

    in the fault lines

    of her brow

    Her emphysemic breath

    chugs like an old

    train running on

    coal dust

    as she carries

    her fourth load, fifth load,

    sixth

    Her home is

    four brick-stacked

    walls without mortar

    held together solely

    by inertia topped

    by aluminum paneling

    topped by discarded garbage

    and old tires

    She is too burdened

    to wipe the sweat, dust,

    and mud from her

    bleary eyes, so

    she squints half blind

    Her path is tread

    by a memory ingrained

    deeply into her destiny

  197. APPOLOGIES

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    My apologies for the lapse in blogs. I am now in the Czech Republic supporting the Dženo Association in whatever way I can given the brief time I am here. Like UKAGW, Dženo is dedicated to improving the situation of the Roma (see http://www.dzeno.cz/?c_id=2533). Beyond that similarity it is difficult to compare the Czech Republic with its not so distant communist past to England without it. This does not mean one group or country is more deserving than the other, or that one issue is more pressing than another, just perhaps that there are different histories and with them, different complications. The important part is where they do meet: on the common and essential ground of helping to end discrimination of the Romany people.

    I look forward to sending an update on my brief, but hopefully very productive time with the Dženo Association. In the meantime, please find below a blog I wrote several weeks ago on a site visit to Pitlochry, Scotland.

  198. Israel, Gaza and the Future of Humanitarian Law

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    Washington DC, August 26: Israel’s tactics during the war in Gaza force us to ask whether humanitarian law has value in today’s “asymmetric” wars. It is a troubling and difficult question, the more so as the International Committee of the Red Cross is celebrating the 150th anniversary of the first Geneva Convention, on the protection of wounded soldiers.

    Israel has long argued that by seeking to protect non-combatants, the Geneva Conventions also make it possible for fighters to hide among civilians. Faced by this, goes the argument, state armies like the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) have no option but to bend the rules, even it means causing casualties among those who are not participating directly in the fight.

    Israel has applied this doctrine with singular ferocity during the current war, bombing and shelling apartments, homes, mosques, power plants and even UN shelters. Hundreds of Palestinian women and children have been killed in the process.

    This comes at a time when the very notion of humanitarianism is under siege. Recent months have seen starvation and chemical weapons used by the Syrian army, prisoners beheaded and executed by ISIS in Iraq, civilians blown up by the Taliban in Afghanistan, mass kidnapping by Boko Haram in Nigeria, and a Malaysian jetliner brought down in Ukraine. The protection of noncombatants in conflict has never seemed more difficult.

    Yet it is, as always, a shock to see Israel acting with such force. Hamas, of course, has contributed to the carnage by placing rockets among Palestinian civilians, storing weapons in UN schools, and targeting Israelis without distinction. No one should underestimate the panic and insecurity this has caused in Israel. But one expects Hamas to exploit whatever advantages come its way. The weaker side in asymmetric wars rarely plays by the rules. As a party to the Geneva Conventions and a democratic state, Israel is held to a much higher standard.

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    The rules governing the protection of noncombatants in war (ius in bello) are laid out in the four Geneva Conventions that were developed between 1864 and 1949 and cover four separate categories: wounded soldiers; shipwrecked sailors; prisoners of war; and civilians. Two protocols were added during the 1970s, to expand the protection offered by the Conventions during international armed conflict (protocol 1) and internal armed conflicts (protocol 2). In the years since, tribunals and the International Criminal Court have provided teeth by prosecuting individuals for violations of the Conventions (war crimes).

    Israel is not the only frustrated state party to argue that this body of law benefits militants and rebels. The argument was heard repeatedly during the drafting of Protocol 1, which categorized some wars of liberation as international armed conflicts. The Reagan Administration, for example, argued that this would provide POW status – and protection – to irregular fighters who do not wear uniforms or answer to a clear chain of command (the definition of a combatant in the third Convention). The same argument resurfaced after 9/11 during the controversy over detainees. In one of the so-called torture memos, Albert Gonzales, counsel to President Bush, famously described the Geneva Conventions as out of date and “quaint.” Although President Obama has reversed course on torture, the US has still to join the two protocols.

    But Israel has come closest to turning the doubts into a doctrine. In a 2010 book, Moral Dilemmas of Modern War, Michael Gross, from the University of Haifa, argued that in asymmetric wars “many civilians look and act like combatants” and concluded that state armies are likely to lose these wars if they do not meet fire with fire.

    The IDF has acted on the same assumption in three recent wars – South Lebanon (2006), Gaza in 2009, and again during the current conflict. Even though Israeli bombs and shells caused Palestinian deaths, Israel maintains that Hamas was responsible because Hamas operated from civilian areas – which Israel compared to taking “human shields.” After being heavily criticized for shelling UN schools where civilians had taken refuge, the IDF observed that UNRWA had discovered Hamas mortars in three empty UN schools. The clear implication was that any civilian building with any connection to Hamas was fair game, however remote and whatever its current function

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    One way to test Israel’s argument is through just war theory, which has provided the moral basis for much of the relevant international law and was invoked by President Obama after he received the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize. Self defense is certainly recognized as a just reason for taking up arms and is also permitted under article 51 of the UN Charter. The barrage of Hamas rocket attacks has been nothing if not “imminent.”

    But the question for just war theorists is whether Israel’s pulverizing response has been “necessary.” This is hard to answer. Most of the rockets were intercepted by Iron Dome and appear to have caused very few casualties. Israel presumably could have sealed off the border and demolished the tunnels without attacking the civilian areas of Gaza. But the IDF’s real target has been Hamas fighters, and Israel would argue that they could not be eliminated without going into civilian areas. Whether the attacks that followed have been “necessary” from a military perspective is left to the IDF – and public opinion – to determine. This is hardly satisfactory.

    Just war theory would also ask whether Israel’s response was “proportionate.” According to the Palestinian Ministry of Health, as of August 20, 2,016 Palestinians had died, including 541 children and 240 women. 67 Israelis had also died, of whom all but three were soldiers. The contrast is striking, but does not necessarily make the Israeli response “disproportionate.” For Article 57 of the First Additional Protocol, a proportional military action is one that is not “excessive in relation to the concrete and direct military advantage anticipated.”

    The problem with this is that there is no objective way of deciding how many civilian deaths justify the killing of a militant. Occasionally, common sense will prevail, as in 2009 when German troops called in a NATO air strike in the Afghan province of Kunduz after the Taliban hijacked two petrol tankers. Over 100 civilians were burned to death. Shocked, the Germans paid out compensation to the families. But most arguments about proportionality end inconclusively, because the military will accept very high civilian casualties in their zeal to kill “terrorists” and “militants.” Over 300 Pakistani civilians were killed in a series of drone strikes, before a drone finally killed Baitullah Mehsud, a leader of the Pakistan Taliban in 2009. President Obama hailed Mehsud’s death as a major achievement in the war against terror.

    Next, there is the question of who is a “civilian.” Article 51 of the First Additional Protocol states that anyone not taking a “direct part” in hostilities should be protected, but this has long been a source of debate. Some would say that anyone associated with an army is fair game, which would mean that even military chaplains and cooks are legitimate targets. Others would argue for a narrower approach in an effort to minimize the killing. The Goldstone report, commissioned after the 2009 war in Gaza, took Israel to task for killing 240 Palestinian policemen – one sixth of all Palestinian casualties. Goldstone described the Gaza police as a “civilian law enforcement agency.” But Israel responded that the police were paramilitary and supporting Hamas, and so deemed a legitimate target.

    Between 2003 and 2008, the ICRC held a series of meetings to clarify this confusion. The final report concluded that “direct participation” in a conflict refers to a person’s engagement in “specific hostile acts” rather than “status, function, or affiliation.” Taken at face value, this would presumably extend protection to soldiers on leave and in mufti – or even a Hamas fighter who is unarmed and at home. The fact of being a woman or child is not relevant – a female suicide bomber, for example, is clearly a legitimate target. What matters is that someone is actively taking part in the fight. Most armies would find this extremely restrictive.

    Fifth, there is the question of whether civilian infrastructure is a legitimate target. On July 29, Israeli air strikes destroyed Gaza’s only power plant, on the argument that it was supplying power to the Hamas military machine. In so doing, of course, Israel also deprived hard-pressed civilians of electricity and greatly complicated the task of reconstruction. Yet “dual use” facilities like power plants do pose a dilemma. NATO offered the same argument after destroying Kosovo’s telecommunications hub in the early stages of the aerial campaign against Serbia in 1999.

    Finally, and most difficult, there is the question of intent. This bears directly on whether Israel’s actions constitute war crimes, and will no doubt be considered closely by the Schabas Commission, as it was by the Goldstone inquiry in 2009. Were the UN schools deliberately targeted by Israeli forces? If the answer is yes, Israel is guilty of war crimes. If no, the civilian deaths were collateral damage – regrettable, and even disproportionate, but not war crimes.

    Under US law a felony murder occurs if someone is killed during an act of felony, even if the death is unintended. But international law shrinks from such moral clarity. In this, it can draw on another Christian doctrine, known as “double effect.” This doctrine was part of the rationale developed by Christian thinkers from Saint Augustine onwards to justify taking up arms. It says, in essence, that you can target an enemy even if civilians are likely to die in the process, as long as their deaths are not intended. Deaths can be predicted, but they must not be intended.

    This has become a license to kill. Think Afghanistan, where NATO strikes have repeatedly bombed social gatherings in an attempt to kill Taliban. These attacks happened with such regularity and predictability that the resulting civilian deaths began to look – if not deliberate – then criminally negligent. But the doctrine of double effect asks for no such precision and allows the broadest possible interpretation of “intent.” As such it provides a handy excuse for virtually any civilian collateral damage – one of the major concerns about the use of drones in the “war against terror.”

    NATO commanders have attempted to deal with the controversy over NATO attacks in Afghanistan pragmatically, rather than legally. Aware that civilian deaths were threatening the NATO mission and poisoning relations with the Afghan government, General Stanley McChrystal introduced new rules of engagement in 2009 that limited ground strikes to situations where NATO troops were directly threatened. These new rules elicited protests from group troops and were relaxed by McChrystal’s successor, David Petraeus the following year. The botched air strikes continued, casting a stain on NATO’s reputation and playing into the hands of the Taliban.

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    What conclusion can be drawn from this review? First that the rules for protecting civilians in today’s wars are dangerously, painfully ambiguous – and as such easily ignored by a determined fighting force. Enforcement is equally weak because it is left to individual governments, which rarely prosecute their own soldiers with any vigor. Internationally, the International Criminal Court has little to contribute because many key governments, including Israel, have not ratified. Reciprocity – the fear that one’s opponent might retaliate in kind – rarely applies in an asymmetric war, where the weaker side is fighting to the death and using brutality as a weapon of war. Prisoner exchanges might be the one exception.

    Yet the fragility of humanitarian law also exposes the dilemma facing state armies like the IDF in an asymmetric war. Governments have much more to lose than Hamas or ISIS if the laws of war are completely discredited. This may be the most compelling argument for restraint, and it is on this that most would fault Israel. By exploiting every possible ambiguity in an effort to force Gaza into submission, Israel has exposed humanitarian law at a time when international protection has never looked more difficult.

    This no doubt accounts for the furious response to Israel’s tactics from the mild-mannered UN Secretary-General Ban Ki Moon, who described the third Israeli school attack, on August 3, as a “moral outrage and a criminal attack.” It also accounted for the remarkable image of the UN spokesman in Gaza, Christopher Gunness, breaking down in tears. Mr Gunness might as well have been asking: “If Israel is not going to play by the rules, then who will?” Human rights advocates asked much the same question about the US following the Abu Ghraib scandal and the disclosure that the US has used torture against detainees.

    Israel has also done a disservice to the laws of war by blaming Hamas for the civilian casualties caused by the IDF in Gaza. This calls into question the cardinal principle that individuals are responsible for their actions in war. Responsibility for the deaths in Gaza lies with the soldiers and pilots who dropped the bombs and those who gave the orders – not with Hamas. While Hamas has clearly operated among civilians, there is no evidence that Hamas has forced civilians into the line of fire, which is the definition of using human shields.

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    The question of whether Israel has crossed the line has been answered in different ways on both sides of the Atlantic. Apart from a rare rebuke from the Obama administration after the August 3rd school shelling in Rafah, US commentators have been remarkably unconcerned. The pugnacious Thomas Friedman put it like this: “Hamas used Gaza’s civilians as war-crimes bait. And Israel did whatever was necessary to prove to Hamas, “You will not outcrazy us out of this region.” It was all ugly. This is not Scandinavia.” David Ignatius, writing in the Washington Post, took John Kerry to task for trying to halt the bloodshed at a time when the bombs were raining down. American politicians, including Michael Bloomberg and Andrew Cuomo, visited Israel to show solidarity.

    Public opinion in Europe has been less forgiving. It is not just that Europeans understand the threat that Israeli tactics pose to humanitarian principles, but that Europe has little tolerance for Israel’s overall policy of occupation. Europeans view Israeli settlements as a major breach of article 49 of the 4th Geneva Convention, which forbids an occupying power from transferring citizens onto the occupied land. Israel responds that the West Bank was not legitimately governed before 1967 and is thus not occupied – another sophistry that many feel weakens the Conventions. And while Europeans have no love for Hamas, they also feel that Israel’s uncompromising approach to Hamas is calculated to produce rage and preclude moderation.

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    This debate will now no doubt be played out in the worst possible context – a deeply polarizing UN inquiry into war crimes. The UN Human Rights Council has set up a commission on inquiry under the Canadian lawyer, William Schabas, and everything points to a replay of the 2009 Goldstone report. Critics of Israel in the UN will use the Schabas inquiry to demand a comprehensive indictment of Israel. Israel will denounce the inquiry as yet another example of UN double standards.

    In fact, the inquiry should probably be seen as the exact reverse – a last-ditch attempt to defend international humanitarian law. If Israel is sincere in believing that the Geneva Conventions are in need of revision, it should make this case before the international community, and not force the issue unilaterally in Gaza. Instead of barring the Schabas commission, withholding cooperation, and excoriating Mr Schabas, Israel should seize the initiative, welcome the debate, and take whatever punches come its way. That way, something might be salvaged from the Gaza catastrophe. Other contemporary challenges in Syria, Iraq, Ukraine and Africa might just seem a little less daunting.

    Some Israelis understand this. In a short but important recent commentary, the human rights group B’Tselem issued a withering denunciation of Israel’s tactics: “Hamas is not – and cannot be – responsible for the extreme damage that Israel caused civilians in Gaza. Holding Hamas responsible for Israel’s actions is tantamount to freeing Israel of any restrictions in its response, no matter how horrendous, to violations of the law by Hamas. This position is unjustifiable, either morally or legally: the responsibility for the harsh consequences of Israel’s policy in the last month lies with Israel’s government and top military commanders who authorized it, despite the foreseeable horrific results.”

    The clear moral thinking of B’Tselem and other Israeli human rights organizations has been one of the few redeeming features of the never-ending conflict between Israel and the Palestinians. Let us hope that others can follow their lead in the weeks to come.

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  199. Delving into ancient traditions

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    It is incredible the patrimony that I will be able to bring back home after this intense 10 weeks here in Ain Leuh with the Advocacy Project. Going through all the stages of the weaving process feels like being initiated to an ancient and pristine ritual in which all the passages are filled with a rich symbolic content.

    This week we have gone through the phase of carding, preparing the yarn and coloring wool.
    Assisted by Hafidha, one of the latest to join the women at Association Tifsa – and yet very talented – I have been taught how to properly remove impurities from wool with the help of the traditional Kirshaal, which in Amazigh language designates the two long brushes in the picture below, and to brush wool with a moshta.

    Wool carding with Hafidha

    Moments of hilarity followed, when I was asked to uncover my leg to use it as the spinning wheel on which wool would then be rolled in order to produce the yarn through the help of a mighzaal.

    Using leg as a spinning wheel

    Dyeing the yarn offered a fascinating overview of all the possible colors and nuances that are available in nature and contradicted some of my convictions: so an unexpected greenish yellow – not pink – would result from dyeing with pomegranate. Onion skins for orange-peach pigment, madder for deep red…

    Dye samples

    Like witches preparing a potion, we proceeded to immerse the yarn into wanwoori, a tree that is typical of Ain Leuh region and whose leaves are used to obtain a mustard-yellow hue, and that is likewise known as a traditional remedy to treat some blood-related conditions.

    Like Modern Witches

    In Amazigh weavers’ tradition, colors – like motifs – reflect the life cycle: the traditional palette would comprise 5 basic colors like green, yellow, red, black and orange that can assimilated to the hues of henna before and after it is applied on the skin by brides-to-be the first day of the wedding ceremony.

    Coloring with natural dyes might be a long process, yet one that would ensure the final product to be colorfast, thus increasing the value of the woven product.

    I have to admit, this was one of the most intriguing days of my weaving boot-camp and women at Tifsa really know their stuff. Like Hachmia, my host, told me, I am one inch away to become fully Amazigh.

     

  200. HARRIYA I: WHO NEEDS “SURVIVOR”

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    These past few months in Nepal have been and on going process of having my eyes opened. It was one thing to sit at home and read about life in under-developed countries or see images of them on TV. But my theoretical understanding can’t even begin compare to the understanding I’m gaining here. Ironically every time I think, “Okay, now I get it,” another experience whacks me upside the head and reveals the next layer. The opportunity I had recently to visit my close friend Parmila’s home village of Harriya was such an induction.

    My good friend Parmila had to return her 4-year old daughter Rachanna to her grandparents home in their village because school was starting, and she invited me to come. Parmila’s uncle, Arjun-dai, joined us for the 1-day/1-night trip so he could return to his home to check on his fields and his family for a few days.

    In preparation they asked me if I wanted to walk, ride cycles, or take a taxi. I certainly had too much pride to request a taxi, knowing they would only use that method for my benefit, didn’t think walking would be efficient given our time constraints, and thought the 2 hour bike ride sounded quite and fun – not to mention it is the way they usually travel.Arjun-dai on one of the nicer sections of road

    Arjun-dai on one of the nicer sections of road

    Unfortunately, my decision making hadn’t accounted an afternoon with blazing sun and 95% humidity or for the need to ride/pushe our one-speed bicycles over an often flooded rock and dirt road, across sand dunes, and along cow paths in the forest (the reality show Survivor had nothing on this..).Parmila pausing for a rest as we crossed the sand....

    Parmila pausing for a rest as we crossed the sand….

     

    Somehow, after some informative detours and incredible views, several stops in the shade for guavas and chai, and with Rachanna leaking tears of soreness and exhaustion from straddling the rear rack of my bike for roughly 4 hours, we straggled into Harriya.

    Guava vendor

  201. Expect the Unexpected… Nepal!

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    My five weeks volunteering with Vikalp Women’s Group has been a challenging journey that compelled me to grow in ways that I could never imagine. Although I anticipated a life-altering experience, it happened in a way I never expected. My time with Vikalp taught me to adapt to unforeseeable changes and to accept situations out of my control.

    My fellowship is now being redirected, and while my time with Vikalp is over, the opportunity and challenges have impacted me forever. Most of all, it is the people who have touched my life that will always be with me.

    This brief moment of time spent with the women of Vikalp gave me the gift of invaluable experiences. Through challenges, disappointment, and close reflection came inevitable growth. I will strive to never take for granted the value of friendship, the power of strong-willed women, and that the profound gentleness of a stranger can move someone to carry on. I learned to accept that things do not always go as planned and that lessons can be learned in different ways, ways you may have never expected.

    I have grown both personally and professionally and I owe this to the incredible people I have met. This experience has changed the way I want to approach life and how I respond to every challenge that will come my way. These women, their stories, and their struggles have taught me to embrace life.

    That being said – I am thrilled to share I have embraced the opportunity to continue my fellowship with Concern for Children and Environment – Nepal. CONCERN-Nepal has been working for the interests of children’s rights in Nepal since 1993 with the objective of advocating children’s rights and improving the social and natural environment of Nepalese children. This is the first year The Advocacy Project has partnered with CONCERN and the Peace Fellow who has been here the past 12 weeks has built a very strong partnership and friendship that I am excited to be part of.

    I will work with CONCERN in their mission towards the eradication of child labor, specifically for children working in dangerous brick kilns. CONCERN would like to focus on a rescue and rehabilitation program that would rescue children working in the brick kilns and provide them safe housing, education opportunities, and access to health and sanitation services.

    In this field it is vital to be flexible, adaptable and embrace challenges as opportunities to grow. I am excited for this new, unexpected opportunity and look forward to the next journey of my fellowship!

  202. HARRIYA II: THE NESPEC TOUCH

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    During our trip to Harriya I was able to learn more about the work of the Nepal Social Development and People’s Empowerment Center, NESPEC (the COCAP member organization that is hosting me this summer in Gaighat). I knew that as part of their recent programming was devoted to agricultural and economic empowerment – specifically, they are helping poor local farmers learn to cultivate crops during non-traditional seasons. By providing them knowledge and “technology,” NESPEC creates an opportunity for farmers to earn a significant profit by providing crops out of season and helps them shift from being subsistence farmers to profitable farmers.A picture of some high-tech experimental onion beds that are doing quite well, even though it is monsoon season and they typically are a dry season crop

    As our trip progressed and we stopped at hamlet after hamlet to look at these bamboo domes, I learned a little bit about the farmers involved in the project. It turns out that many of the farmers come from the Tharu community. Tharus are one of Nepal’s indigenous groups and have been able to live in areas uninhabitable by other groups due to their malaria immunity (when malaria became manageable others settled the areas). For generations they previously owned and occupied much of the fertile land around the Triuga river in Udayapur District. Unfortunately, as a result of economic degradation the Tharus in this area have become landless and incredibly poor.
    formerly fertile fields that have been ruined by erosion from the surrounding mountains

    formerly fertile fields that have been ruined by erosion from the surrounding mountains

     

    Due to a need for firewood local people have increasingly deforested the hills surrounding the Gaighat Valley. As a result of this deforestation there is significant runoff of soil from the surrounding mountains into the river beds, particularly during monsoon season. This “siltration” has raised the level of the river beds and ultimately consumed the once fertile land which the Tharus own and formerly occupied, making the land worthless and depriving them of their means of survival. Not only is NESPEC responsible for working with them to help them develop small cash crops, but Arjun-dai played a large role in helping them relocate once their lands were ruined, working with the local government to provide long-term leases with reasonable rates to these farmers on undeveloped government land.arjun-dai speaks with a Tharu farmer about his situation while local children look on

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    Lastly, I met Selina. She is a 14 year old girl from a very rural mountain village who, along with her disabled brother, through some circumstances I’m unclear about ended up being trafficked into a circus in Bangalore, India. A Nepali anti-child trafficking agency rescued both her and her brother, and returned them to Nepal and helped to rehabilitate them. Selina now lives in Harriya in the Nepali equivalent of foster care, being integrated into a family who will care for her in exchange for help with their domestic work.Selina on a lunch break from working to transplant rice

    Selina on a lunch break from working to transplant rice

    The NESPEC volunteers launched a campaign to raise funds for her schooling by requesting a single rupee each from a large number local community members. She is incredibly bright, and in addition to the schooling she is getting she earns a small sum which she is able to send to her parents in this remote community.

    Throughout the summer I have been impressed with NESPEC as an organization, but seeing many of their projects in person gave me both an increased understanding of the fundamental problems they are helping people overcome and an appreciation for the quality of their work.

  203. Keeping Girls in School, Period.

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    Menstruation. Yes I said it, menstruation. Even to a presumably American audience the word is dirty. It’s something that happens to half of the population between puberty and menopause. Yet, it’s something we definitely don’t talk about. It’s your coworker’s secret as she rushes to the bathroom with something hidden in her hand. It’s the reason all the girls were pulled to the side for a meeting in primary school. But what happens if you can’t afford the necessary provisions? What happens when there’s not even water or soap available at school? That’s the problem girls in Uganda face.

    The average cost of a small pack of pads is 2,500 Ugandan shillings or approximately a dollar. Now think of a context where many people make only a dollar a day. Where does that dollar go?

    When I was in Ugandan for the first time about a year and a half ago I came with that question and many others in my investigation of the provision of sanitation services for girls in schools. At that time when I asked government officials about the issue, their response was that is was a problem they had “heard of”, but failed to provide any confidence that they were addressing the problem. Flash forward a year and a half and Uganda is hosting its first ever annual Menstrual Hygiene Management (MHM) conference with increasing evidence on the amount of school girls and even female teachers who are missing attendence due to their period.

    The two-day conference brought together over 170 participants from many national ministries, water and sanitation NGOs, and private companies. The conference titled “Break the silence on menstruation: Keep girls in school” focused on topics from policy to local technology, such as AFRIpads and Days for Girls, which either sell or help girls make their own reusable sanitary pads.

    MHM Conference

    So how does all of this fit into GDPU’s water and sanitation program? For me one of the biggest takeaways was how we need to be aware of MHM when implementing accessible toilets in schools. For girls simply having a waste disposal in the toilet, private space, and ability to wash could dramatically change the embarrassment girls face. The second was that while the conference covered the policies set in place that “should” be providing the framework for MHM and even discussed the possibility of adding more policies, it really did not go in to how we can translate those policies in to actual budget allocation at the district level. One of the biggest challenges working within development in Uganda is just that, the country can write policies, but yet when you get down to the grassroots parish level the service provision just isn’t enough. There’s no silver bullet there.

    Although this conference can’t provide all the solutions it is a first step to show that Uganda is progressing and looking past the MDGs in 2015, where the focus was providing water and sanitation to the largest number in the easiest way. Instead as we look towards the post-2015 initiatives, issues such as MHM are coming to light. Therefore it is my hope that so too will the issue of accessibility for PWDs to water and sanitation come to greater visibility.

  204. WOMEN AT WORK

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    In keeping with the spirit of Hannah‘s blog this week, and with the video we made about Rema Khawaja and the Ni’lin Women’s Demonstration, I have decided to focus this blog on women workers, and to give you some insights about gender and the labor market here.

    One of the things I respect so much about DWRC is their dedication to gender equity. DWRC places a special emphasis on building and recruiting women’s leadership at all levels of the labor movement, but especially at the top levels of union organizing, which is where the majority of decisions effecting women workers would be made. DWRC also holds regular training sessions for trade unions where women’s participation must be at least 30%. Additionally, DWRC encourages women to speak out at training seminars, and holds special classes to educate women workers about their rights, so that they can be more effective and confident when addressing conflicts in the workplace.

    Traditionally, trade unions are dominated by men, but DWRC is doing great work to challenge this space. Even the most progressive and socially conscious trade unions world-wide still operate under a pretense of collective fraternity and brotherhood. It’s hard to change this, and while one can argue that this is just an issue of semantics, the language alone still marks a distinct order that women do not belong to, and whether it is intentional or not, the language creates an immediate space that is inaccessible to women.

    Of course, it is so much more complicated than language alone. Access to equality for women in the workplace is not just about the words we choose to describe a collection of workers, its not just about the language of the legislation that does or does not protect women’s rights. Usually, it is more about what is unwritten and what is unsaid. It is about a social structure that exists world-wide where women are not raised to be leaders, where they are not encouraged to speak up and speak out, where they are not encouraged to be decision makers.

    This problem is not specific to Palestine, but throughout the Arab region we in the West tend to have a negative view of the possibility for women’s leadership to occur here, we project our own concept of freedom and rights and from this view we assume that women here have no choices, no opportunities.

    In some ways this is too true; but there are not a lot of choices or opportunities for Palestinians in general, and so of course this will negatively effect choices and opportunities for women and girls.

    But this is also completely contrary to what I see here, because here in Palestine I see a real opportunity for women’s leadership to emerge. Conflict creates the space for change, it creates a context where new ideas and movements emerge, where new norms can be born, and can be embraced.

    In Palestine more and more women are working as a result of the occupation. The Israeli crackdown on work permits for Palestinians, coupled with the rising consumer price index (in Palestine, prices of basic goods rose over 10% from 2007 to 2008) and high levels of chronic underemployment have forced more and more women to go out and work. True, the majority of these women are working in agriculture or in the informal sector, but the point is they are working, which provides the perfect opportunity to organize them.

    Moreover, when a woman works to contribute to her household’s needs, there is an opportunity for her to become a more active decision maker in her family’s future, there is a form of empowerment, of equality taking place, even if it so small that we don’t immediately recognize it, it exists and it is something that can grow, that can evolve.

    For herself, she may not have the opportunity to go back to school, she may not have the life that she wanted, that she would have choose for herself, but she may encourage her daughters to have their own life, she may think twice about the opportunities they can have, and as a contributor to the family’s income, she might feel more comfortable speaking up when it comes to the future of her own daughters.

    And for her sons, without consciously trying, she is already showing them the importance of women’s work. Something may change in them, in her sons, something can change that will effect their future decisions about how they treat and respect their own wife, their own daughters, and what kind of future they would want them to have.

    But, of course, I am being optimistic, of course, there are still problems.

    Women in Palestine already make the majority of university graduates, but women’s participation in the formal labor force is just 14%.

    Rising levels of unemployment and poverty (compounded by policies of occupation) are the primary culprits. World-wide in times of recession women are the first fired and last hired, and Palestine is no exception.

    Working women here also face the same discrimination that working women everywhere face, and I will be the first to admit that here, this discrimination is compounded by cultural barriers that keep women close to their family home.

    If a woman lives in Ramallah, then there are many local opportunities for her to engage in professional work, but if she lives in Nablus or Jenin, she would have to travel two, maybe three hours one way to Ramallah, she would have to pass through at least two checkpoints where she may be physically or verbally abused by Israeli soldiers, and she would probably spend a long time each day just sitting at the side of the road, waiting for the approval to let the bus she is traveling in go.

    Beyond the cultural norms regarding women working outside the home, most families don’t want their daughters exposed to this kind of emotional and psychological violence, and I can’t say I blame them.

    But on top of this, there are also structural restrictions regarding women’s work, which stem from the institutionalization of cultural norms. Article 101 of Section 7 of the Palestinian Labor Law prohibits women from performing “hazardous or hard works.”

    Article 101 of Section 7 also prohibits women from working at night, or working overtime hours during any stage of a pregnancy. Although article 103 and 104 of Section 7 guarantee women a ten-week, fully paid maternity leave, and provide further protection against any dismissal based on this leave, women in the Palestinian private sector routinely complain about being arbitrarily dismissed once they have announced a pregnancy, and there have been studies conducted confirming their complaints in the private Palestinian banking sector.

    And like almost everywhere else in the world, working women in Palestine receive a lower wage for the same work done. On average, women working in the West Bank make only 65% of their male counterparts salary. But in Gaza, women make 77% of their male counterparts salary. Why? BecauseHamas has actually embraced an equal pay for equal work scheme, and has actively recruited women to work in all sorts of public sectors, including as police officers.

    Of course, the situation of women and of women’s rights and freedoms is complicated here, and cannot be measured in terms of equal pay, nor should it be measured just by women’s participation rates in the workforce. There are mechanisms and motives behind every action regarding the rights of women and women’s work here, in Gaza and in the West Bank, from Fatah to Hamas.

    What we should keep in mind is at the end of the day whatever work women do here they should be contributing to the decision to do it. They should be encouraged to be leaders whether in the office or in the home, to contribute intellectually to the work they do, their opinions should matter, they should be listened to, and their contributions should be respected equally.

    Can this happen in Palestine? I believe it can and in my office here in Palestine it already does happen. But beyond this, on a wider-scale I see a space for respect and collaboration between men and women to evolve.

    And I think that on some level these kinds of relationships, the collaboration between men and women here, the level of respect between men and women here has always existed. It may at first appear as if there are vast cultural norms that cut equality short, and in some respects I agree, but I also think that equality may just be operating on a different level then it does at home, and we can’t expect things to be exactly the same.

    Already, in the time I have been here, I have met incredible women from all walks of Palestinian life. Women who are true leaders, who raise their children to be leaders. Women who are speaking up and speaking out about all kinds of issues, women who are not afraid to tell you what they think, and who are telling you what women here really want, which is sometimes incredibly different from what I, as a woman, want.

    ***To get the true feeling of Palestinian women at work, please watch the videos Hannah and I made about the women’s demonstration in Ni’lin

  205. Women Cream Sweater – Crane Bird Print

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    The appeal of this sweater from dresshead.com can be found in the prominent bird designs on the front. The birds are black and are portrayed as touching their beaks on top of a cream colored background. The contrast of the colors makes the design stand out clearly. As a result, the sweater is very eye-catching in any crowd, and the elegant birds easily remind those around the wearer of the type of nobility associated with birds on the shirt. However, the soft cream and round neck collar provide a soft and youthful look to any outfit that features this sweater as part of its ensemble. A woman wearing this shirt wants to stand out in a crowd, but she also wants an outfit that is sophisticated. This women cream sweater is also very practical. It is made from a high-grade thin wool material. This makes the sweater an excellent choice for staying warm, but unlike thicker wool, it will not be irritating against a woman’s skin.

  206. PARMILA

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    I have been blessed with an adopted mother in Nepal (which everyone at NESPEC loves to tease me about). She has been responsible for helping me learn everything from to how to take a bath at the water pump while fully covered and in public view, to some horribly accented and broken Nepali. Our current project involves me trying to learn to cook Nepali-style.

    Twenty-three year old Parmila is from a village in Udayapur District a few hours away from Gaighat. She attended the local government schools there through the equivalent of high school completion, and is now waiting for the results of the national exit exam she recently took before enrolling in a bachelor degree program. In the meantime she is the chairperson of the active volunteer committee at NESPEC.

    She rents a room in the same house I live with 2 other friends (Susma and Karuna) in preparation to attend the local college. The room the 3 of them share is smaller than mine, has only a single bed, and contains not only all of their clothes and school things, but also all of their food and cooking apparatus – including a gas tank and burner!

    Parmila had a love marriage at 19 against the wishes of both families when she and her male best friend (from another caste) professed their love to each other and eloped. Subsequently her family (mother, father, and 3 brothers) has accepted their marriage. Unfortunately, her husband’s family has not. This causes particular challenges as typically in Nepali society upon marriage a bride “leaves” her family and joins her husband’s family, with her birth family having no future responsibility for her.

    Additionally, Parmila has an absolutely edible 4 year old daughter, Rachana. Rachanna sometimes stays with us in Gaighat but mostly stays with her maternal grandparents in Harriya and attends the local school. Luckily Parmila’s family has decided not to follow the traditional custom and is very close with both Parmila and her daughter. The financial and emotional support they provide is particularly important given the challenges she and her husband are facing.

    Parmila’s husband, like many other Nepalese men lacking job prospects, outsourced himself through a broker as unskilled labor to the Middle East. He has been in Dubai for the last 3 years trying to save enough money from his low wages to send home. On top of not seeing and barely communicating with his wife and daughter for 3 years, he is having much less success than hoped as a result of a fraudulent broker, and the family finds themselves in a very difficult financial situation.

    My friendship with Parmila has been one of the greatest blessings I’ve experienced during my stay her and I am honored to introduce her to you now.

  207. THE MAIN EVENT

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    This gigantic spider (maybe crab is a better description) suddenly appeared on my wall – about the size of a silver dollar – conspicuously close to my bed. Swallowing my initial concern and trying to remind myself of all the good things spiders do I took the following picture. Unfortunately I felt it lacked perspective and tried to figure out how to capture it in another shot. I thought using my toe might be a good idea, but not surprisingly as I moved it toward the spider (god knows what I was thinking) the spider ran away…. Right into plain site of my gecko roommate, Boy George. I was worried that BG might get killed by this fierce looking creature, but before I knew it the fight had been called. Let’s hear it for another rockin Saturday night in Gaighat!

     

     

     

     

     

     

  208. A day in the life of a Peace Fellow

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    Every fellowship varies, but let me say this about mine: there is no such thing as an ordinary day. To begin with, I don’t always even know where I’m going to wake up. My time has been divided as follows:

    5 days: Kathmandu

    2 days: Biratnagar

    3 days: a hotel in Dhankuta

    1 week: a house in Dhankuta

    2 day: back to Biratnagar

    1 week: back to the house in Dhankuta

    1 week: a house in Sindhuwa

    2 days: a hotel in Hile

    1 day: back to the house in Sindhuwa

    1 week: back to the house in Dhankuta

    3 days: Biratnagar

    10 days: Kathmandu

    1 week: Vacation! – Chitwan, Pokhara, and the Annapurna Circuit

    2 days: Kathmandu

    2 days: Biratnagar

    1 week: Kathmandu

    Keep in mind that a few nights have disappeared in there because they were spent on overnight buses in transit between Biratnagar and Kathmandu (which is a 15 hour bus ride). There have been times when I have longed to just unpack and stay in one place, but it’s also been exciting and varied. I’m getting to see a lot of different sides of this work – in Kathmandu I’ve sat in on meetings with the Minister of Health and UNFPA. In Biratnagar I’ve sat in on hysterectomies in the hospital and talked to the leading gynecologist. In Dhankuta I’ve talked to district leaders, graphic designers, and journalists. In Sindhuwa I’ve talked to volunteers who are going door-to-door to advertise Care Women Nepal’s activities and to the women themselves who are suffering from third degree uterine prolapse.

    As I’ve discussed, prolapse is a particularly complicated issue, and I don’t think it’s possible to fully grasp the many layers of complexity without seeing the various levels at which it plays out. If you stay in the villages you can’t understand the greater policy environment. If you stick to the capital, you can’t understand the real life repercussions of those policies. You can’t talk to the doctors enacting (or failing to enact) your policies and you can’t meet the women whose lives are being affected.

    As for the more banal details… I drink a lot of tea. Like 3 cups a day (and that’s if we don’t visit anyone, where cups of tea are compulsory). I eat a lot of daal bhat. Daal bhat is cooked rice with lentil stew and some variety of sides. I eat it for lunch and dinner every day (except for when I occasionally treat myself to an ex-pat meal in the touristy neighborhood of Thamel in Kathmandu). I live with Indira and Yunesh, so we spend a lot of time together. Sometimes our work consists of meetings, sometimes we sit on my floor hashing out a program plan or a budget. Since we don’t exactly have an official office, or office hours, sometimes our work happens at 7am, sometimes at 8pm. When not in Kathmandu I’m pretty dependent on them, as there aren’t so many people who speak English in Dhankuta or the rural areas. During our weeks in Dhankuta we would go for 5am walks and Yunesh and I would debrief the World Cup games.

    The nature of the work changes, too. Sometimes it’s about networking – sitting in meetings while connections are made. Sometimes, like today, I settle into a coffee shop (I highly recommend the Himalaya Java chain which is around Kathmandu), order myself a chocolate muffin and some black coffee, and work on grant proposals. Sometimes Yunesh or Indira helps me take interviews with the beneficiaries of their program, trying to understand the effects that uterine prolapse has had on their lives. Sometimes the three of us sit down and go over a budget, or website edits, line by line.

    Moral of the story? The typical day in the life of a Peace Fellow is not typical at all.

  209. Fake citizenship- How employers get away with child labor exploitation

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    To understand the perspectives and the current situation of the freed ex-kamlaris, Backward Society Education’s Executive Director Churna Chaudhary and I went on a trip to the Kamaiya village in Banke district. On the journey to comprehend the lifestyles of the freed kamlaris, we came across an inhuman practice that has apparently become a rising trend in the shops and restaurants of West Terai.

    On the way to Banke, we stopped at a small restaurant. Judging from the number of vehicles parked outside the restaurant, it was a pretty popular stop for the buses that take that route. When we sat down to eat, a boy, barely ten or eleven years of age, came to take our order. When Churna and I saw him, we were shocked. The Child Labor (prohibition and regulation) Act of 2000  states that the minimum age for any form of work is 14, and the minimum age for hazardous work is 16. When Churna and I both agreed that the child looks too young to be working at all, we decided to ask him his age. He refused to answer us, probably because the owner of the restaurant had warned him against doing so.

    Because we were really curious as to why a restaurant owner in such a popular location would openly violate the law and hire an under-age child to work, we confronted the owner. Churna told him that the child is too young to be working at the restaurant, he got very defensive and told us that the child’s citizenship certificate proves that he child is fifteen years old. When we told him that we were affiliated to Backward Society Education, he produced a citizenship certificate which stated that the young boy is fifteen years of age.

    Although both Churna and I were doubtful about the boy’s actual age, we decided to refrain from arguing further with the owner, because he had produced a proof which was backed by the Nepalese government, and there was no way for us to refute that. When we left the restaurant and got back on the car, Churna told me that many restaurants and grocery shops are issuing fake citizenship certificates for the children who work for them, so that they can escape prosecutions.

    This is an issue that is very difficult to tackle with, because official documents like the citizenship certificates are issued by the government, and this incident clearly proves that the government is not paying enough attention to a person’s identity while issuing the certificate. Another possibility is that the restaurant owner produced the certificate by fraud, without the government’s involvement. Whichever the case, this malpractice uncovers the lack of accountability in the part of government institutions, and the increasing misuse of power by employers who can afford to do so.

  210. LOOSE ENDS

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    As the end of my fellowship nears, it is only fitting that I finally see rain. I’ve been in Macedonia for nine weeks now, and for those nine weeks this part of the world has experienced a heat wave and numerous wildfires. It doesn’t seem surprising, given my luck, that my trip to the beach in Ohrid was interrupted by a thunderstorm. I can’t complain, though; I had two beautiful days in the city. In case you’re interested, I have uploaded my pictures from Ohrid onto my flickr account.

    Our office was closed for most of the week, as were most businesses in Macedonia, for Ilinden or Saint Elijah’s Day, which is held in commemoration of the 1903 uprising against Ottoman rule. Ohrid was jammed with tourists from all over the country, including many who fled to the beaches in an attempt to escape the heat. Even though Sunday’s deluge cut my vacation short, the drop in temperature is a much welcome reprieve.

    The rest of YCC’s staff is now gearing up for Bitola Open City, which will take place in two weeks. They have managed to round up an impressive lineup of artists from the Balkans, so it’s unfortunate that I will have to miss out.

    I will spend my final week here working on the English language content onYCC’s website; my work to organize projects that introduce volunteering to a new audience in Macedonia is almost complete.

    Because this is my last week at the YCC office, this will likely be my last blog for AP. It’s been an exciting summer, and I want to take a moment to thank The Advocacy Project, the Institute for Sustainable Communities, and my local hosts, the Youth Cultural Center – Bitola, for this amazing opportunity. I can only hope that I have been able to contribute something positive to YCC’s body of work. YCC is truly an ambitious and worthy organization, and I’m sure they would welcome any future interest in their work. They can be reached via email at mkcbt@mt.net.mk.

  211. Kids Doing It for Themselves

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    Last week I had the opportunity to attend a Children’s Club Conference. Well over a hundred children from the ages of 5 to 17, all dressed neatly in their school uniforms, attended from throughout the city of Kathmandu. They met to discuss and brainstorm on the problem of child labor, because who understands the problems of children better than children?
    Roundtable
    I also had the treat of a visit from Advocacy Project fellows Sugam and Richa. This was an extra bonus because Sugam helped to translate things at the conference that I didn’t understand. The meeting started off with a talent portion that included songs and jokes. I didn’t quite understand the jokes, but Sugam was busting a gut laughing over them. He just kept saying, “You won’t understand. It’s Nepali.”

    After the entertainment portion, I was introduced as a special guest, and I was asked to light the lamps for the ceremony. I felt honored that I was able to speak to these groups on behalf of the Advocacy Project and voice support for the conference.

    After me, there were a few other speakers. Bijaya spoke on the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child. After the speeches, the children broke off into task groups, and brainstormed on child labor. These were a determined group of children. I’ve done my fair share of work with children, and I’m used to having to do a bit of wrangling to get children focused. These children just sat down and got to work. It was amazing. I felt moved by their intense focus on the subject.

    The children who attended this conference may not have the ultimate solution to child labor, but these meetings give them the opportunity to think critically on the subject, and when they grow up, they will look at the problem from a perspective they would not have otherwise.

    CONCERN helps to form these children’s clubs because the organization believes strongly that children should have a voice in laws and activities that affect them, and these children’s clubs help the children achieve that.

  212. THE LAST RIGHTS OF YOUSEF AHMAD YOUNIS AMIRA

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    Yesterday morning Yousef Amira, the 17 year old from Ni’lin who was shot twice in the head with rubber coated steel bullets died in the hospital in Ramallah.

    Yousef was shot by Israeli soldiers during the funeral of ten year old Ahmad Musa.

    Its hard to figure out what to say, its hard to describe what Ni’lin has lost this past week.

    Yes, they have lost two young boys, but is that all, is this all they have lost?

    It may be the most important thing they have lost, it may be the most precious thing they have lost, but the loss in Ni’lin is so much greater than this. The loss is compounded by the loss of land, the loss of jobs, the loss of freedom, the loss of rights.

    In the international community we spend a lot of time talking about rights, we talk about basic human rights, we talk about a rights based approach to development, we talk about securing human rights, about giving dignity to all. We spend a lot of money to be educated about these things, but everything you really need to learn about rights you can learn in Ni’lin.

    In Ni’lin, people have lost their rights. They have no right to stand up to say that Israel cannot build a wall on their land. They have no right to stand up and say they refuse to have the only entrance to their village be through an Israeli-controlled tunnel, they have no right to stand up and say they refuse the economic degradation that the wall and the tunnel will impose on them, that they refuse to lose their jobs because they will be unable to get to work, that they refuse to lose a sense of security for their children, their children who they love with all their hearts.

    They have lost their rights, and yet they are refusing to accept this loss, they are refusing the Israeli bulldozers that work on their land, refusing the soldiers that occupy their village, that shoot their kids, and over what? Over the loss of their rights.

    And for their part, their children refuse to just sit and watch as their future disappears, as their land disappears, as the life that they know, the only life that they know, the life that they love, their life on the land of Ni’lin is taken from them.

    They have no right to say anything. They have no right to go to demonstrate, to show the world what they are losing, and now to demonstrate means to risk losing your life.

    These rights are worth fighting for, so for all of us who believe in rights, why aren’t we doing more to protect the rights of the people in Ni’lin?

    If we believe ourselves to be a part of an international community dedicated to promoting rights, then why aren’t we doing more to protect these rights?

    All I know is right now, there is almost no one protecting the rights of the people of Ni’lin.

    At Yousef’s funeral procession from Ramallah to Ni’lin the Palestinian Authority closed the road from the hospital in Ramallah to Ni’lin, holding up the funeral procession for 2 hours.

    I thought the PA was supposed to help protect the rights of Palestinians, but it appears that in Ni’lin, they don’t even have the right to bury their children.

    The PA claimed the roadblock was to prevent Hamas supporters from attending the funeral in Ni’lin, and arrested five people because they were carrying Hamas flags.

    But the PA also refused to permit anyone at the roadblock to take pictures or video, and I was harassed by a PA security agent who demanded that I give him my SD card and video tape.

    Waiting to get past the PA roadblock in Ramallah

    Waiting to get past the PA roadblock in Ramallah

    Jamal, from the Ni'lin Committee, waiting to get past the PA roadblock in Ramallah

    Ahed, from the Ni'lin Committee, waiting to get past the PA roadblock in Ramallah

    “No,” I told him, “I don’t have to.”

    “Show me what you have on your camera,” he insisted.

    “I don’t have to,” I told him again, “You told me to turn off the camera and I did, khalas,” I said.

    “You don’t have the right to speak to me in that tone,” he replied.

    This is all getting too crazy for me, now none of us have rights, and I can’t even keep track of which rights we are all losing.

    I have been going to Ni’lin for two months, and as intense as things have been there I have never once, not once, been told by the Israeli Army to hand over a tape, or even turn off my camera for that matter.

    True, the Israeli Army once shot Hindi’s cousin Ahmad in the hand with a rubber bullet, aimed for the video camera (which he was using at the time) but they have never come up to us and told us we don’t have the right to film.

    But the PA, the PA who is supposed to be the voice of a democratic Palestine, the future of a free Palestine, wants me to hand over tapes of kids from Ni’lin sitting down in the road to protest the roadblock preventing them from burying the body of their brother, their cousin, their friend?

    Kids from Ni'lin first sat, then lied down in the road to protest the PA roadblock

    When did grief, when did loss, when did the death of two young boys become so ultimately political, and why?

    Do rights politicize everything?

    Why should it be this way? Why can’t it be about what it is, the simple fact of what is right and what is wrong, the loss of two young lives, the loss of two kids, two innocent, unarmed kids.

    When the funeral procession was finally allowed to move, the residents of Ni’lin were determined to show the world, or at least whoever was watching, what the loss means to them.

    When we reached the entrance to the village the Israeli Army was waiting, armed with live ammunition, attack dogs, and an industrial strength water canon.

    At Yousef's funeral, the Israeli Army stands guard over the entrance to Ni'lin

    Attack dogs attend Yousef's funeral

    An industrial strength water cannon attends Yusef's funeral

    They had occupied two houses next to the village entrance, the smell of teargas was in the air.

    At Yousef's funeral, the Israeli Army takes over a family's roof

    But yesterday, nobody needed any help to cry. 6,000 men, women, and children walked past the army to bury a child in the land he was born in, in the land that belongs to him, in the land of Ni’lin.

    Funeral Procession inside Ni'lin

    Funeral Procession inside Ni'lin

    Funeral Procession inside Ni'lin

    I didn’t go inside the cemetery. In so many ways it is too much for me to deal with, and like I said before when writing about Ahmad’s death, these are not my kids. Although I know Ni’lin appreciates all the international support that came to share their loss, its still their loss, and I at least can give them that right.

    And so I stood outside the gate, playing with the kids, hoping that their future will include some basic rights.

    Ata

    Hamad

    A kid in Ni'lin

    The kids in Ni'lin

    Kids in Ni'lin sit on the cemetery arch, while mourners exit the funeral

    Kids in Ni'lin

    *****I just wanted to add that all of my thoughts on rights were ultimately inspired by Hindi and Viv, who gave me the following quote for an Advocacy Project press release last night: “Israel has been using excessive violence since the start of Ni’lin’s peaceful protests. Their violence has resulted in the death of 2 boys. These murders have left the village in shock and sadness, but we will not let it break us. We know we are standing up for a right cause, which is our land and our future. We are resisting one of many Israeli measures which are considered illegal under international law. Israel may have access to the use of violence, but we have the determination to stand up against their violations of basic human rights. This is what unifies the village and our peaceful struggle will not end until our rights are being met.”

    You can read more interviews with Hindi by following the below links:

    http://i2.democracynow.org/2008/8/1/israeli_troops_kill_two_palestinians_in

    http://electronicintifada.net/v2/article9731.shtml

  213. Strength Through Community

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    I recently visited the Vikalp field office in Chhotaudaipar, a rural area located three hours from the Vadodara main office. I spent the weekend getting to know the lively staff and dynamic community while learning about the different programs Vikalp facilitates.

    The programs and activities at the Chhotaudaipar office focus primarily on HIV/AIDS prevention and sexual health education. The program reaches out to marginalized groups such as transgender individuals, female sex workers, and people who are HIV positive.

    Although a small office it is certainly full of life, the staff is energetic and passionate about their work. The staff includes community outreach workers, counselors and a project manager. The outreach workers engage with the community referring individuals to Vikalp, while the counselors provide information on HIV/STI prevention, referrals for testing, sexual health education, and supportive counseling to those in need. The project manager is busy coordinating and teaching various educational classes and facilitating focus group discussions. Each of them radiate acceptance and it is through all of their dedication a Vikalp community group has been created in Chhotaudaipar.

    This community is vibrant, diverse and full of energy. There is laughter and singing, with various people coming and going, the atmosphere is open and supportive. Both staff and individuals are free to be exactly who they are and discuss various issues without fear of judgment or discrimination. Everyone within this community cares for and supports one another. The project manager explained if an individual has an issue and the office isn’t open, or counselors aren’t available they reach out to one another for support.

    Vikalp would like to expand by creating another community group at the Vadodara main office for LBTI individuals. Vikalp would follow a similar approach as they have in Chhotaudaipar. To create this community group Vikalp would identify potential leaders, outreach workers, and provide trainings on empowerment and human rights. The goal is to create a supportive, strong community group of empowered LBTI individuals coming together to assert and advocate their rights. As awareness grows, attitudes will change, and individuals who face discrimination and isolation will have a network to reach out to, a safe place to be open and a community to belong to.

    The Chhotaudaipar office is a powerful example of strength through community.

    I look forward to sharing profiles of some of the spirited, inspiring staff and community members from Chhotaudaipar soon!

  214. A THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE

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    Kathmandu’s youth are an ambitious bunch—their strong desire for training and skill development reminds me of the North American grad school grind. When I lived in Central America, nobody cared about the degrees that might or might not hang from my wall, but here, identity and self-esteem appear to be much more tied up in educational attainment.

    The practical result of this preoccupation is wonderful for a book lover like me. The capital is awash with quality English-language bookstores selling (comparatively) cheap Indian editions of the latest fiction, biography, history, reportage, and business bestsellers. A fair chunk of my summer budget has been reserved for stocking up before returning to pricey D.C.

    But the reality of Nepal’s education system does not square with the enthusiasm of its students. Indeed, for a nation of top-notch bookshops, it’s hard to believe that the literacy rate is a measly 54%. Only 81% of primary school-aged children actually go to school, as indicated by 10-year-old rickshaw attendant that took my seven rupees this morning. At the secondary level, the enrollment rate drops to 60%. (Source: UNESCO)

    In rural areas, schools and teachers have been targeted by Maoist forces. Schools themselves are viewed as recruitment grounds and teachers are seen as symbols of government authority. Students are forcibly sent to indoctrination camps while teachers that fail to show the requisite support are beaten or killed. If parents or school officials do not cooperate, the school is bombed. It’s impossible to calculate the terrible toll that the 10-year conflict has taken on rural educational infrastructure and skilled human resources.

    As for higher education, Nepali universities are incredibly politicized, a situation that has been exploited by political parties and resulted in a great deal of wastage. This is much more serious than what you might associate with a politically active campus stateside: in the last two months I’ve read about everything from sit-ins to riots protesting things like test scores, degree equivalence, the political affiliation of a professor, and the right to enter the next level of study. Indeed, it’s a miracle that any classes actually take place.

    Little wonder, then, that most intelligent and ambitious Nepalis are obsessed with the idea of studying abroad. Approximately half of the newspaper and billboard advertising space in Kathmandu is given over to “Education Consultants” of dubious quality that promise miracles like I-20s for broke students and sky-high GRE scores for folks that can barely speak English.

    But what about the segment of the population for whom leaving the country is not a realistic option? What about the Dalit? Of course, the fact that most Dalits are poor and live in rural areas means that they are less likely to attend school in the first place. Those that actually make it to school are subjected to humiliating abuse, exclusion, and discrimination. The result of this situation is shocking: according to the Feminist Dalit Organization (FEDO), the literacy rate in the Dalit community is only 16%; for Dalit women, it is an abysmal 7%.

    Recently, the government has made promises and taken small steps to improve Dalit access to education. Not surprisingly, these initiatives have been subject to corruption and have not had much of an impact. JMC has documented cases of scholarship money intended for Dalit pupils being withheld and misspent by school authorities. Moreover, fees are a small portion of the cost of attending school: expenses like uniforms, salary supplements, lunch, and foregone labor put basic education out of reach for many Dalit families.

    Increasing the access to and quality of education in Nepal is an absolutely critical component of the Dalit movement’s agenda for change. Education is a right in itself, but it is also a platform for awareness and assertion of other rights. Literacy broadens horizons and critical thinking skills facilitate challenges to the status quo.

    In this sense, education is a catalyst for long-term change within the Dalit community itself and between Dalits and higher-caste Nepalis. Along with reservations and land reform, education is one of the key areas where Dalit activists are pushing for far-reaching reform. For the sake of Nepal’s long-term development, let us hope that the powers that be heed their call.

  215. STATE OF THE ART FACILITY

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    One of the chapter’s of Raka battle with traveler’s diarrhea (mentioned in a previous blog) involved us being convinced to admit her to the district hospital so she could receive all night care in case of any emergency that might arise. We decided this was a very logical thing to do. However, as the overnight bag started to include bedsheets, a towel, and soap, the reality of our context and the realistic prospects of the district hospital set in and I became ready to abort the mission. Unfortunately, the momentum was already under way…

    As we pulled into the compound dotted with trees encased by large cement donunts-cum-park benches and worked our way up to the “urgent care” ward, I realized I should have followed my instincts. The damp, stark rooms were littered with rickety hospital beds that evoke images of WWII. I was assured the bathroom was clean, but asked to see it anyway, knowing its state was crucial as we would be spending a considerable amount of time there. When I saw the stopped-up eastern toilet littered with a few discarded pieces of bloody gauze I quickly realized there was no way I was going to let Raka stay here.

    Ward of District Hospital

    In contrast to my typical efforts to be unconditionally accepting and to try to function from a place of “if it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for me,” I mumbled a feeble excuse about “more privacy at home” and used the full strength of my will to put our entourage in reverse down the hill, through the center of town, and back home.

    Once Raka’s crisis had passed, I reflected on this the significance of all this. First I felt really lucky that I hadn’t needed any medical assistance last summer. Then I spent some time integrating that this is, in fact, the most advanced medical facility in the district. Gaighat, unlike much of the rest of the country, is not very remote as it is completely accessible by road – so I can only being to imagine what the hospitals in such places would be like. I also spent time trying to reconcile the fact that I had refused to let Raka stay at a place that is a source of solace for so many – a place that some hill-bound district residents spend days traveling to for treatment.

    Little did I know when I left the hospital compound that in the blink of an eye I would be spending quite a large amount of time there over several days attending a mobile gynecological/UP camp and getting to know the hospital in more intimate ways that I would have ever wished.

    The “Clean” Eastern Style Toilet

  216. THE ROLLER COASTER OF CONCEPTS AND PROPOSALS

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    With a great proposal about voter awareness in hand (written as the product of our regional meeting in Jhapa), I finally arrived in Kathmandu and began to meet with various International-NGOs. Unfortunately the end result of those meetings was disappointing. It turns out that as great as our idea was (which was confirmed by the organizations I met with), we had missed the boat for election-related funds. Even though there is still an intense need to reach and inform people in regional areas, all funds appropriated for such purposes have long since been committed. Lesson one for working with INGOs: no matter how you dice it, the funding process takes A LONG time and to get money for any project requires starting way ahead of schedule.

    The good news is that after some extensive discussions about our concept of voter awareness and the funding challenges we faced, the COCAP head office in Kathmandu is keen to launch a slightly transformed voter awareness campaign using its extensive body of volunteers. At this point, the tentative plan is to utilize a group of volunteers from within the existing body in Kathmandu and to also bring in 5-10 volunteers from each of the four Focal Point Regions. This will not only allow these young people to meet each other and work together to develop regionally appropriate awareness sessions, but it will also help strengthen the volunteer base and COCAP’s presence outside of Kathmandu.

    So, all in all, some important and hard lessons learned – still with a sliver lining. Stay tuned for more updates as the plan is finalized!

  217. Sending Your 10 year old Daughter Away to work Part 1: Between a rock and a hard place

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    SWAN’s campaign to eliminate the Kamalari practice has seen much success in the past decade with families willingly bringing back their daughters from work. SWAN has also been helping support the education expenses of ex-Kamalaris, and is also providing some form of livelihood support to their families. However, there are still a lot of families in Dang who see no other alternative to sending their children to work in order to survive. In order to comprehend the tribulations of such a family who had sent a daughter to work, I asked one of SWAN’s Social Mobilizers, Sita Chaudhary, to introduce me to such a family.

     
    Ram Dwari's HomeThe hut where Ram Dwari Chaudhary lived with her two sons and daughters was empty when we arrived. Upon asking the neighbors about her whereabouts, they told us she could be collecting grass somewhere or working in one of the two mills in the village. We decided to look for her in the mills, and as we headed out to look for her, Sita, who had been in touch with the family for the last 4 years, filled me up on a bit of Ram Dwari’s background. Ram Dwari lost her husband, Lahanu Chaudhary, three years ago to an illness and she has been raising four children by herself since then. The oldest daughter, Sharmila Chaudhary, who is now 10 years old, was sent to Kathmandu to work for a family right after her father’s death. The oldest son, 15 years old Biren Chaudhary, seemed to have gone off to work somewhere as well. After we found the first mill to be empty, we headed over to the second one where we caught up with Ram Dwari, along with her five year old son who was taking a nap on one of the weighing scales.

     
    Ram Dwari did not speak Nepali fluently, nor did I Tharuhati so I requested Sita to act as an interpreter. I asked all the questions I had on my mind, and a few more: why send a 7 year old girl to a complete stranger’s home hundreds of miles away; how does she feel having a daughter work as Kamalari; how does she handle her finances and support her children; what is in store for her remaining children; what would it take to bring her daughter back? After my conversation with Ram Dwari, with the help of Sita, the story that emerged seemed to echo a lot of similarity with what a lot of disadvantaged families are still facing in the region, which compels them to send their children to work either in domestic servitude or as laborers.

     
    Sharmila was already working as a “helping hand” for someone else in her village by the time she was seven. Ram Dwari recalls that after the death of her husband, people with whom her husband had made arrangements to send her to work “relentlessly” came to her in order to take Sharmila away. As apparent in most of Kamalari cases, given the families economic hardships and the offer made by the employers Ram Dwari felt like she had no choice but to send Sharmila to Kathmandu to work. The employers promised to pay Rs.500 (USD 5.2) per month and provide Sharmila with good living arrangements, clothes, meals and a good education. For someone who makes a living managing a small plot of land she owns and doing seasonal work of maybe 3-4 days per month where she earns 300 rupees per day, not having to worry about the upbringing of a daughter while she was “taken care of” seemed to hold its own merits.
    Ram Dwari with her younger daughter and son inside her homeRam Dwari’s older son, Biren Chaudhary, had gone off to the neighboring district of Rolpa where he was working as a laborer. Biren had been working since he was 10 years old, and never had the opportunity to get any form of education, and for the past three years had to take on the responsibilities of his father. Similarly, Ram Dwari’s younger daughter, Indra Kumari, had also been sent off to work as a Kamalari a few months ago, but she returned in less than a week as she “did not like the work that she was doing”. Ram Dwari mentioned that since Biren and Sharmila are already working, she would not force the two younger children to earn money and that she would educate them “as much as possible”.

     
    When I enquired Ram Dwari about her daughter’s wellbeing, she said she could not tell for sure as her daughter was “very far” and she only talks to her when Sharmila comes back home, once a year. Ram Dwari, after a moment’s pause, seemed to be consoling herself rather than answering us, when she goes on to say, “I have not been there. I trust what they (employers) say. She will come to visit me soon, but it is better for her there than here. I do want to bring her here, but even her brother says it is better for her over there.” She went on to laud the employers “generosity” by mentioning that they even had promised to arrange for her marriage, when the time comes. However, when asked if she thought that would be in her best interest, she simply replies, “Of course not!” I wanted to know if Ram Dwari knew whom Sharmila was working for, to which she pointed out a house in a distance and said, “She works for the daughter of that house, taking care of their small child.”

     
    Turns out, Sharmila’s employer, Shanta Hamal, used to live in the same village and had moved to Kathmandu after marriage. Sharmila was recruited to work in Kathmandu by Shanta’s mother who still lived in the village. Even though the employers were from the same village, and still had roots there, Ram Dwari had no clear idea whom Sharmila was working for. I asked her if she wanted to talk to Sharmila, as Ram Dwari had mentioned it had been a considerable period since she spoke to her. Ram Dwari said she wanted to talk, but did not have the phone number. Therefore, we decided to go to meet Shanta Hamal’s mother, so that Ram Dwari could talk to her daughter, and we could talk to Shanta Hamal and her mother about employing a 10 year old child.

  218. AHMAD HUSAM YOUSIF MUSA

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    When I was writing my last blog it was 3 AM, Hindi had left for Ni’lin hours earlier and I had no updates.

    I kept thinking to myself, what if it is a kid that I know, should I mention it could be a kid that I know, does it matter if it is a kid that I know, is it more effective, is it more real if it is a kid that I know?

    Shouldn’t we care just the same about any kid, every kid, whether we know them or not?

    And still, as I added pictures one by one to my blog, clicking on each link and copying and pasting and uploading, an endless process it seemed, I kept thinking, what if it is this kid, what if it is this kid?

    And so today it has been confirmed that it is this kid.

    Already, it was one of my favorite kids, whether I knew him or not, all of these kids are my favorite kids, but now I can tell you that this kid, this kid, this is a kid that I know.

    When I took these photos last Friday the army had blockaded the main entrance, again. We stood in the road, they fired teargas and rubber coated steel bullets at us.

    “Yalla jheesh!” he yelled at me. “You yalla, jheesh” I yelled back.

    He smiled at me and gave me the two finger V. Everyone stood there, in the road for a while, and finally we turned around to leave. He was sitting on the top of a brick wall, watching the army, I waved goodbye, and once again he gave me the V.

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    Ahmad is in the center (black shirt, number 73) standing next to my roomate Anan (left)

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  220. FIRES IN BITOLA

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    As I left work last Monday, I noticed that the plaster on our office, which usually has an off-white tint, looked yellow. This was strange, but I shrugged off the change in color as a hallucination; after all, the weather here has been so hot over the past few weeks that a few visions wouldn’t surprise me. It was around four in the afternoon, and with the heat wave in the Balkans well underway I decided to take a taxi back to my apartment. During the ride home, I noticed a cloud of black smoke rising from behind one of the mountains to my right. There was a fire, but it was likely in a village far from the city. It was nothing to be concerned about, I thought.

    Two hours later, after my afternoon nap, I turned on the news. I can understand bits and pieces of Macedonian, enough to figure out that there was a wildfire in the area and that the fire was causing a series of explosions in the mountains (the mountains surrounding Bitola saw heavy fighting during World War I, and the fire detonated several bombs buried in the area). As night fell, I could only see smoke from my balcony, so I decided to head into town.

    The atmosphere in town was bizarre. I’ve never really understood why anyone would party during a natural disaster, but Bitola’s nightlife didn’t miss a beat during the fire: the bars were open and techno music was blaring as the town’s residents paced back and forth along Marshall Tito Street. The only thing different was that some bars had their televisions tuned to the news coverage. When I asked whether I should be concerned about the fire, the responses I received were mixed. I heard everything from “yes, this is serious” to “don’t worry, it’s far away.”

    Around midnight I decided to return to my apartment, which probably wasn’t the best decision I’ve ever made. When I arrived home, I noticed that a thick smoke had crept into my apartment and that flames could be seen on the mountain next to my complex. It was clear that the fire wasn’t far away.

    What followed was a long night of mingling with my neighbors, watching television, and trying to stay awake for fear of smoke inhalation. (In case you were wondering, Macedonian TV airs fantastic movies at four in the morning; I hadn’t seen Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze in more than a decade.) Luckily, the fire was isolated by dawn and under control by noon with help from Turkey and Slovenia.

    I feel very fortunate to have survived the blaze without injury. Everything I own smells like it’s been sitting in front of a campfire all summer, but many people in the area weren’t so fortunate: several people lost homes and summer cottages and at least one person died of smoke inhalation. Right now, I’m just looking forward to clean clothes when I return to Indiana in two weeks. A drop in the temperature would also be nice.

  221. A Call to Arms Against Child Labor

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    Last week, I took a trip to Bhaktapur with Dr. Bijaya Sainju, the executive director for CONCERN for Children and Environment-Nepal, for a press conference that CONCERN was hosting. At approximately 74 kilns, Bhaktapur has the greatest concentration of brick factories in Nepal. Over the past several years, CONCERN has initiated a significant number of projects to help curb the amount of child labor in Bhaktapur’s brick factories.

    Well over 20 journalists attended the press conference.  During this conference, Bijaya announced the partnership between The Advocacy Project, and told the journalists that I am in Nepal to stand as a witness to Nepal’s actions. He essentially called the government, politicians, and media to task and said that Nepal has a responsibility to eliminate child labor in its country. Dr. Sainju pointed out that as a signatory of the United Nations Convention on the Rights of a Child treaty, Nepal has a moral obligation to end child labor. Dr. Sainju and other representatives of CONCERN discussed CONCERN’s joint project with Save the Children that helped reduce the number of child laborers in the brick kilns.

    This program focused on education and empowerment, which is the cornerstone of CONCERN’s platform for change. Dr. Sainju said that using tools such as education, human rights training, and vocational support, children can be provided with economic sustainability that can lead to the complete end to child labor. Dr. Sainju stated that if Nepal focused on programs such as these, child labor could be completely eliminated in Nepal in five years. The key at this point is to get the public support to make it happen.

    CONCERN has significant support from the media. As of the date of the press coverage, CONCERN was cover in nine Nepali newspapers, and I just finished watching television news coverage on one of CONCERN’s recent programs. Hopefully, the public will follow suit.

  222. KIDS IN NI’LIN

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    I was all set to write about the West Bank municipality strike which just took place here. Today I spent my day in Azzoun, interviewing municipal workers about their demands and meeting with union organizers. On the trip home to Ramallah, which is long and hot and extended by two unnecessary checkpoints, I thought all about what I was going to write, I had everything planned out in my head, but that’s the problem in Palestine, nothing can ever be what you plan for, nothing can ever be what you want it to be.

    When I got home Hindi told me a 10 year old boy was shot dead in Ni’lin. He told me the kid was shot in the head with live ammunition by an Israeli soldier. I don’t know how to react to this. I don’t know how to explain what I feel, and this is not my child, I can’t even imagine, I can’t even begin to comprehend what his own mother feels.

    I read things here constantly that break my heart. I see things that make me want to pack up and go home. I have done hours upon hours of interviews where I can’t even imagine the life the person talking to me has lived, even though they are sitting right next to me and I know it is all too true.

    I try to stay focused on labor, on economics, on the rising consumer price index, I try to direct the interviews to social protection, but Palestinians have too many stories to tell.

    There are so many stories, so many heartaches, so many problems, and there are only so many battles you can pick. How do you choose what means most to you when everything here is so inexplicably valuable?

    For me, my battle is Ni’lin.

    Ni’lin has my heart here, and although Ni’lin does align with my Advocacy Project plan for DWRC, the truth is I keep going back to Ni’lin because I am in love with those kids.

    Palestine has a lot of cute kids, and one can argue that kids everywhere are cute, but the ones in Ni’lin, I don’t know what else I can say about them, I don’t know how I can describe them to you, I don’t know how to tell you how they make me want to never leave Ni’lin.

    I have spent a lot of time thinking about how to get funding for a long term project focused on the kids in Ni’lin. I have thought about getting every kid I meet in Ni’lin to tell me a story. I have thought about asking every kid in Ni’lin what they want. I have thought about building a youth center in Ni’lin where every kid can have access to internet, blogs, and video cameras. I have thought about just letting them show me what they see, letting the world see what they see, letting the world see that soon enough, if the construction of the wall does not stop that these kids in Ni’lin won’t see what they see, that what they see will be forever altered, that it will be forever changed.

    I wonder if the wall will change them. I wonder if they will stop being what they are, if they will stop being who they are, or if it will make them more of what they are, more of who they are. I wonder how they can still be kids, how they can still find the time to laugh and play, how they find the energy to shout “hello! what is your name?” every time I encounter one I haven’t had the pleasure to meet yet, and how the ones I have met all can remember who I am, and are as equally happy to see me as I am to see them.

    I wonder where they get this from, where they could possibly find this happiness, this trust, this love, but then I guess it comes from Ni’lin. Even now, as the kids that they are, they know what they have. And even now, as the kids that they are, they are not willing to let it go.

    These are kids that know what is happening, that know what they are losing, and that know what has already been lost.

    There is no excuse for this death. There is no excuse for what is happening in Ni’lin. There is no excuse for this loss of a life that should be able to be described as barely having been lived.

    But kids in Ni’lin have already lived lives that are beyond the years they hope they can continue to live, that I hope they can continue to live, beyond the years that one of them will no longer live.

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  223. Association Tifsa: an Amazigh Spring

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    “Do you know what tifsa mean”?. “It means Spring, it is a beautiful name”.

    With these words the newly-elected president of Association Tifsa – Saidia Oubaala – explained to me the Amazigh word that weavers in Ain Leuh have chosen for the new non-profit they have decided to set up in order to infuse new lymph into their Amazigh heritage and raise greater awareness about the issues they face everyday as both women and artisans striving to perpetuate an art which is currently endangered and at risk of extinction.

    Discretion and tact have earned Saidia great respect among the women at the cooperative, despite having joined it more recently as compared to other senior members. These qualities – and the fact that Saidia is able to read and write in both French and Arabic – made her appointment almost a natural choice. The pragmatism that the women here possess had also a role in the decision: being not married, she would also be able to dedicate greater time to the management of the Association. Applauses accompanied the election, with meskina Saidia hiding her face as if a little bit ashamed of so much attention.

    Applauses for new president

    And to testify to the intention of expanding the scope of the activities of the Association beyond the walls of the cultural center, the women voted for the appointment of Hassan Mestour to the Board of Directors, in the quality of treasurer. Hassan, who is currently employed as manager and translator for a nearby tourist facility, has traded a safer life in the US to make his way back to Ain Leuh – indeed, an oddity in the geography of migration and a testimony of his strong attachment to this land. Strongly committed to bring the potential of the Middle Atlas together, Hassan tirelessly encourages Ain Leuhers to look “at the wider picture” – in his own words – and to overcome shortsightedness and individualism to the benefit of the whole community.

    The newly-elected Board

    Nor could I fail to mention the efforts that all the members put together and that made this accomplishment possible and makes me hope for a bright future ahead for Tifsa, that can count upon the expertise and determination of the weavers to keep their women’s heritage alive. As in the words of one of its most accomplished members, master weaver and trainer, Khadija: “I hope to be able to weave until I will have a last sparkle of light in my eyes”.

    Finally, and in order to give a small taste to my followers of what kind of activities Association Tifsa is going to propose to its visitors, here are some of the first series of pictures that document my experiments at the loom with my rug nujum-lleil – night stars.

    I weave my rug, she weaves my hair

    First day has, of course, entailed preparation of the warp that we then proceeded to mount of the loom. Fixing the warp at the loom

    Mounting the warp has already offered some revealing insights on the symbolism associated with Amazigh weaving and its strong correlation with the life cycle and fertility: I have discovered that in my failure to correctly fix one thread to the hmaar nèra (the mechanism designed to keep the threads separated – and yes – for those who study Arabic – it is called “donkey”), I will be apparently blessed in my future with just one baby, a girl.

    Weaving: Mistake#1

    But more about it in my next entry, in which I will go specifically into the process and cover thoroughly all the blesses and curses that my mistakes at the loom will draw upon me. In the meantime, I will be blessed with the adorable Fatima practising her weaving skills with my hair…

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  224. DEPENDING WHERE YOU LOOK

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    Perthshire, Scotland is beautiful with its mirror-like lochs and deep forested glens. Ancient stone fences crisscross the hilly land while sheep and cattle graze peacefully on its grassy slopes. Home to Queen’s View, one of the most spectacular vistas in the UK, it is no surprise the area is big draw for tourists. This is especially true of Pitlochry—a picturesque village where people come to take in the lovely scenery and enjoy the quaint shops and cafes.

    But, Pitlochry is also home to another scene: Only a few strides away from a pretty little car park—full of tourists on the day of our visit—is a dirt road leading up into the trees. If one continues up this road—minding their feet to avoid stumbling over the potholes—they will come across several trailers in varying stages of decay—as if forgotten by the rest of the world, which in fact, one could argue they have been.

    This is the home of a Gypsy Traveller camp that has been in place since 1947. According to our university educated hosts (and residents of the site), the site was originally set up as an assimiliation experiment by the Scottish Dept. of Health, the local authority and Church of Scotland. Its primary purpose was to see if it were possible to “eradicate the ‘Tinker Clan’” through making them useful to society.

    The deal was that if children attended school—as they obviously did (remember our university educated hosts)— then properties were to be upgraded by 1962. It was also agreed that electricity could be added at a later date.

    Unfortunately, none of this ever happened. Instead, in 1947, the Department of Health built the wooden huts to the lowest possible standard, stating that “normal standards need not apply.” This resulted in four sub-standard, one-bedroom wooden huts to house four families. One of these families eventually consisted of nine children and their two parents: eleven people living in a one-bedroom building without hot water or electricity. Eventually, to offset terrible overcrowding and the inaction of the government, residents provided caravans for themselves.

    Since that time little has changed. No improvements have ever been made to account for the ravages of time: trailer floors are buckling, roofs are leaking, and the unpaved dirt road to the site is pitted with rocks and potholes making it impassable in winter. Promised electricity and hot water have yet to make an appearance.

    Even more compelling than this scene of neglect are the lived experiences of the residents – most of whom are descendants of the original families placed in the experiment. Their stories paint a grim picture of having to endure unspeakable conditions due to the discrimination and subsequent neglect by officials to fulfill their part of the bargain: namely to provide upgrades and install even the most basic of services. This is made even more frustrating given that the original resident of the site is a decorated war veteran who proudly served his country yet is now treated like a second-class citizen (a practice not unique to Scotland, I know, but it does not make it right).

    It is difficult to believe that one of the wealthier councils in Scotland cannot provide even the most basic of improvements for these people. With one of the largest general funds in Scotland, surely some of that wealth could be allocated toward the Pitlochry site?—especially when it is obvious the money that is poured into attracting tourists (an example being the abundant flower baskets hanging in the car park leading up to the site). But what about equitable attention and care for its own residents? Residents the government surely has an obligation to care for, especially given their complicity in the experiment.

    Until then, the residents of Bobbin Mill continue to go without electricity and hot water—services most inhabitants of the developed world enjoy (it is interesting to note that despite the absence of these basic services, residents are still charged for them via council tax).

    While money alone cannot take away the years of neglect and wrongdoing, it can go a long way toward ensuring that future residents have a more equitable chance at accessing the same opportunities the wider community enjoys, while also ensuring the preservation of their culture and race.

    Yes, Perthshire Scotland is beautiful… Depending where you look.

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    This blog was compiled with the help of several sources who shall remain nameless, but forever appreciated for sharing their stories and granting me their trust. Any errors or inaccuracies are purely the fault of the author – me.

  225. UTERUS WHAT?!?!?

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    Frequently my conversations in Nepal involve a lot of gesturing from both sides. The less English someone speaks, the more intense this gesturing becomes. One of the first evenings I was in Gaighat I had a particularly notable conversation of this sort where my landlady Sabita-ji tried to explain a pressing concern on her mind. The conversation began with the words “women, Nepal, health, and bad” repeated in various configurations as she tapped her chest and said “health worker” until she was sufficiently convinced that I understood her meaning.

    She then moved on to repeating something I couldn’t understand at all followed by “dere samosia” (big problem) while pointing to her abdomen and making a number of other strange gestures that made me think of a baby being born. After about 15 repetitions I said “uterus prolapse?” taking a guess at what she was trying to communicate but having no idea what it meant. She confirmed that was correct and continued the conversation by dragging 11-year old Eliza into the kitchen to sit on the floor with us to interpret as best she could for a subject she clearly was uninterested in and didn’t understand.

    Fast forward several weeks to the return from my business meeting in Jhapa. Binot-ji, the president of Community Development Forum (CDF) looked at me with a very serious expression and said “Come Lahan. Meeting. Important,” followed by a pause and then “uterus prolapse.” This caught me off guard, and I stammered “Ok…” After a subsequent conversation in Nepali Arjun-dai and Prakash-ji (the men I work most closely with at NESPEC) informed me that we would go to Lahan to meet them in a few days for this very important meeting.
    (random picture of Prakash in Ilam).
    Luckily in the intervening days during a trip to a tea plantation in the hills of Nepal I randomly came across some Dutch medical students completing one of their internships in the gynecology wing of a well reputed Nepali teaching Hospital and begged them to explain what the heck a prolapsed uterus was. Through a very graphic discussion, some drawings, and (believe it or not) some more gestures, they helped me get a basic technical understanding.

    Essentially, they explained if the ligaments holding a woman’s uterus in place become weakened the uterus can fall into and begin to protrude out of her vagina. The extent of the problem is classified into 4 stages, the most extreme of which can only be addressed by surgery. The weakened ligaments can be caused by a combination of factors including early and repeated pregnancy throughout a woman’s life, excessive pressure on a woman’s stomach during birth (often applied by untrained birthing assistants as less than 10% of Nepali women give birth in hospitals by trained personnel), lack of sufficient rest and a return to heavy manual labor immediately following giving birth, along with other related factors.

    Believe me, I was thanking my lucky stars I had come across those medical students when I walked into my meeting at CDF….

  226. SPORTS AND ÉCLAIRS: MY TWO FAVORITE THINGS

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    It’s hard to feel motivated to do much of anything in this weather. With the high temperatures this week reaching 110 degrees, it zaps all of my energy just to walk to the store for water or to a café for air conditioning. Things have slowed down drastically at work; it’s hard to plan projects for volunteers when it’s too hot to work outdoors. All of the events that we have hosted over the past two weeks have been at night, including a rock concert that featured a young band from Bitola. There was a high turnout for the concert – Bitola experiences a large influx of young people this time of year due to the local university’s summer institute – and only minimal complaint from the neighbors.

    One of the ways that I try to escape the heat is by going to the pastry shop down the street from our office. I met the girl who works there a few weeks ago when Maja and I stopped by her high school, Taki Daskalo, to deliver some paperwork. (The school’s volunteer club received a small grant to cover photocopying expenses.) It’s a real eye opener when you enter a Macedonian school: the outside walls are covered in graffiti, the inside is barren, the furniture is in disrepair, and the windows are broken. And, yet, most young people speak English so well that communication is never a problem (schools start teaching English from the first grade on). I wish I could say the same about my Spanish.

    In addition to serving up some of the finest éclairs I’ve ever had, and I know my pastries, we talked for a few minutes about life in Bitola. Later on, I spoke with Maja about the condition of the school, which is likely in much better shape than most of the other schools in the area, and she showed me some flyers that some of the school’s students had produced. Late in the spring, just before I arrived, a group of students from Taki Daskalo had organized an event to highlight the deteriorating condition of the school’s athletic facilities. The flyer shows a student shooting a basketball at a hoop that is missing a rim, and below the picture the caption reads “Where can we play sports?” Clearly, some of these students have a knack for marketing.

    Students also organized athletic competitions and then sent out invitations to their local representatives and to the Agency for Youth and Sport and the Ministry of Education, and several media outlets covered the event.

    One can only hope that these students – over 100 of them participated in the event – had a positive experience lobbying for change. After all, there is no better way to get young people involved in their community than to find an issue that all young people can understand: the need to participate in sports.

  227. The Unseen Children

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    Home in America, I’m often struck by the lack of children. Not that I never see children at all, but there are times I can go days without seeing them. The park across from my apartment in Medford, Massachusetts often sits quiet and empty. Last Halloween, I think I only had six trick-or-treaters knock on my door.  This shouldn’t be much of surprise since America’s birth rate has declined over the years, but every time I pass a quiet park, I feel a certain loss.

    In Kathmandu, there are children of all shapes and sizes wherever I go.  At least ten children live in the house next door to me, and every evening when I walk home from CONCERN, they all run up to me and shout, “Namaste!” After a good rain, I often see children jumping around and playing in puddles or splashing in rain runoff. At about 4:00 pm I see swarms of children pass by CONCERN’s offices, all dressed in school uniforms: the girls in navy blue skirts and sky blue shirts, the boys wearing navy pants and sky blue shirts, and all of them wearing perfectly knotted ties. They are laughing and cheerfully walking home. Sometimes the girls will be holding hands, and the boys will either be locked arm-in-arm, or have their arms tossed over the shoulders of their friends.

    But if I look closer, past the giggles and the splashes and the playing, I see the other children: the child laborers. I wouldn’t notice them if I weren’t looking for them. A few times a day, I will see a child duck behind a house or down a side street, and it’s obvious that the child is in the middle of a very long work day. Yesterday I was in Thamel, buying groceries and grabbing dinner, and I saw a girl walk out from behind a restaurant carrying a metal container of potatoes. She was about eight-years old. It was wet in Thamel Saturday, and she was trying to jump over puddles and was having a hard time of it.

    Also in Thamel, I saw children who looked very much like they lived on the street. Two boys in particular looked the worse for wear. They were tiredly walking along the street. One was carrying a drum, and the other a long pole a bit over six feet long. One boy stopped to look at something on one of the vendor tables, and people just walked past him as if he weren’t there. I feel at a loss for what to do in situations like that, and I wish I knew more than a few words of Nepali. Then I think, the best thing I can do is the work that I’m doing. I hope that soon, the efforts of the many people working to end child labor in Nepal come to fruition.

  228. Adventures in Laundry

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    It was a busy week at the office hammering out details and plans for the rest of the summer, drafting proposals, and training a new volunteer – which we are very grateful for! Wrapping up the week and having a day off was certainly welcomed.

    Sunday is the one day off in the week and I decided to take advantage of it by doing some laundry. I set out on this sunny, muggy morning to find a clothes drying rack to hang my clothes on. I found the bucket and soap at the local grocery store and with the neighborhood jam packed with various shops surely this pursuit would be simple.

    I walked around for almost two hours, encountered many – many people, numerous dogs and even more cows. Horns honked constantly as hundreds of cars, motorcycles, tractors, rickshaws, and bicycles whizzed past me in every direction. The intense heat and traffic had me a little overwhelmed and dizzy but I kept walking, taking close note of each turn I took.
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    In my quest I found every kind of shop, store and office you could possibly think of or need. Cafes, juice stands, fruit vendors, snack stands, office supply store, cell phone and electronic store, broom shop, the salon, a tailor, cement shop, tire store, a pharmacy, a real estate office and dentist office – just to name a few.

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    Searching for the clothes drying rack, which I still have not found, turned into a small adventure which helped (forced) me to get out, explore and feel comfortable in the neighborhood. I also now know where to find almost anything one could possibly need!

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  229. “MANGOS AND MILK” – PARVATI, PART I

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    She caught my eye and waved me over, patting the bench next to her. I sat down and we gave each other a “Namaste” in greeting. She patted her chest and introduced herself as Parvati Poudel. Once we got beyond my “easily doable” conversation including, “where are you from,” “how long have you been in Nepal,” etc, Parvati launched into a patient and persistent conversation, as one must if one wants to communicate with someone who barely speaks your language. She used repetition, enunciation, and lots of gestures, until she was confident I understood.

    Parvati outside “gynecological examination room #2” (though I don’t know what happened to #1!)

    Realistically, she had no rush as she sat on the worn wooden bench of the top medical facility in Udayapur district and waited. She was just one among a throng of women in line to be evaluated for Uterine Prolapse (UP) and other gynecological problems by a team of qualified doctors in town for only 5 days. So our conversation was likely a welcome respite from the dim grayness and heavy air of the hospital’s unadorned cement atrium. Being one of the few unaccompanied women at the camp may have explained her more than a typical curiosity in me. During one of my rounds of picture taking, she indicated that she wanted me to take her picture, then she gave my camera to someone else so I could join her in front of the lens. When she re-initiated a conversation later, she would not end her insistence that I come to her home where she would feed me mangos right from the tree and milk fresh (not only from buffalo but the cow as well) until I took down her neighbor’s phone number and promised that if I was every anywhere near her hometown of Beltar that I would call and meet her.

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    I also learned that despite the severity of her prolapse the doctors here would not be able to give her a hysterectomy during this free camp due to an infection she had from the small rubber pessary ring that was currently using to keep her uterus inside her body. Rather, she had been given a prescription for about 7 medications she should take for 15 days and told she should then travel to the private teaching hospital several hours away from Gaighat and pay for a hysterectomy from a location with permanent facilities. Realistically, as she would not likely be able to raise the money necessary for the operation (equivalent to $300-500) she likely have to wait until she heard of another free camp somewhere in the area and hope by the time she got there her infection would not have returned and she could receive an operation then.

    Later that afternoon as I was leaving the hospital to walk back to NESPEC(the NGO where I spent last summer) Parvati decided to come along. At one point as we walked she put her hand on my arm, stopped me, and shoved a plastic bag with 2 mangos into my hand. I started to protest, feeling awkward taking food from this ill woman whose clothes hung on her wasting frame, but though better of hurting her pride or refusing her hospitality and tried to graciously put them in my bag. When we arrived at NESPEC she hung around the grounds for a bit, while I chatted with my colleagues there – many whom I had not seen since my return to Nepal. She would periodically make eye contact with me (possibly reassuring herself I was still there?) and smile, but mainly lurked in the periphery. Later in the evening, before she faded off into the dusk, she asked someone to confirm I had her number and that I had indeed promise to call her the next time I was in Beltar.

  230. SAVED BY SPEAKING

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    This week has been full of meetings and computer glitches, but mostly computer glitches. So, to spare you the fallout from my I-want-to-smash-the-computer-week, I’ll keep this easy on your “servers.”

    One of the meetings I attended was held at the town hall in order to meet the new Head Teacher (i.e. a principal) of a school that many Gypsy children attend.

    In attendance were some pretty big players: the Director of Student Services for the city, the Coordinator for Pupil Services, the new Head Teacher and another government official. Also in attendance were UKAGW staff and two board members of UKAGW who also happen to be Gypsy mothers of children who attend the school.

    All in all it was a very civil meeting. So much so that I was a little suspect at just how routine it felt: everyone got a chance to speak and they all did—very well. The catch here is that everyone spoke. Therein lies the difference, as I was soon to learn.

    As we walked out of the town hall, one of the staff of UKAGW told me that when the two women had joined the UKAGW Board, they were afraid to say much of anything—condition to silence by their past experiences with authority and how that authority did or did not deal with them. (One example of dealing with them is the not uncommon practice of bailiffs making surprise visits in the middle of the night to violently evict families.)

    In any event, I could not believe the same women who spoke so eloquently and openly and confidently were the same ones being described to me as once fearful and silent. Again something I take for granted: the right—and subsequent ability—to speak to officials without fear of retribution (although I do suffer from the cop-in-the-rearview-mirror syndrome: guilt by proximity. But, imagine feeling like that all the time whether it be a policeman or the mayor or your child’s teacher at school, etc.)

    Perhaps this is not the most obvious victory on paper, but a significant one nonetheless: finding your voice and the confidence to use it. UKAGW can be very proud of how they’ve set examples for these women, women who are already passing on these invaluable traits to others.

    So, in closing, I encourage you to SPEAK YOUR MIND (at the least, it may save a computer from an untimely demise).

  231. Bits of My Life in Kathmandu

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  232. The Road Ahead for SWAN

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    Society Welfare Action Nepal (SWAN)  is approaching an organizational crossroads very soon! SWAN has been working on the issue of rescuing and rehabilitating Kamalaris since 1994, and has been partnering with Plan Nepal on the second phase of the Kamalari Practice Abolition Project (KAP-II) since 2005. SWAN’s sole focus on Kamalaris has left it with a dearth of working and funding partners. With the tentative end to KAP-II most likely occurring in the next few years, SWAN faces the extra hurdle of finding financial support for the continuity of its current program, and the expansion of new projects. After talking to board members, staff, and the current Social Mobilizers ( personnel who oversee Gender and Child Rights, Education and Livelihood programs on the field ) at SWAN there was a recurring and equal enthusiasm for expanding the scope of SWAN’s work to not only include Kamalaris, but any type of child laborer and disadvantaged children. The most common grievances put forth by all of the seven Social Mobilizers (SM) was their inability to financially help or support  any other child laborer or disadvantaged child other than a Kamalari. Debika Gharti Magar, one of the SMs, commented on the subject, “Families and friends who have seen what SWAN has done for the Kamalaris come to us and beg to help a (boy) child laborer and/or an extremely disadvantaged kid, yet even if we want to do something for them we are not able to do anything as we do not have any funds for them.”  Therefore, the need to expand the services of SWAN seems to be essential not only for the future existence of the organization, but primarily to address the worsening child labor prevalence in both the district, and the country.

    As I had hinted in my previous post, as part of a probable long term goal of SWAN, I have been looking at the possibility of setting up a transit/safe house that would house rescued child laborers until they are reunited with their family or relatives, or until an alternative is found. My conversation with Child Welfare Officer Rashmi Pandey, at the District Child Welfare Board in Ghorahi, further confirmed the lack of state mechanisms and non-governmental assistance in providing a safe house for rescued child workers. However, Mrs. Pandey seemed very enthusiastic about the possibility of a partnership between SWAN and local government institutions in creating a housing structure that would help in the rehabilitation of rescued child workers. Mrs. Pandey mentioned the recent formation of a Rescue Task Force that has been overseeing some successful rescue of child workers in Ghorahi and Tulsipur municipality of Dang district. The Task Force has been working primarily with NGOs Himalayan Peace Society and Jana Utthan Samaj in Ghorahi, and Dalit NGO Coordination Committee (DNGOCC) and New Awareness Women and Child Protection (NEWCPC) in Tulsipur in rescuing child laborers and helping them reunite them with their families. Mrs. Pandey stressed the importance of handing jail terms, as per existing laws, for child employers, however she pointed out the fact that even though cases get filed against the employers most of the cases end in some form of reconciliation between the employers and the children’s family. The current fine of Rs.5,000 (USD 51) for first time and Rs.15,000, and Rs.50,000 (this amount is fined if any government employee is caught employing children ) for repeated offense has not been a deterrent for employing children. The problem of children being sent to a new employers even after being reunited with their family is still a common occurrence, and Mrs. Pandey opined that it might also be effective to start prosecuting the families who send children in order to discourage families from using children as commodities.

    My conversation with Mrs. Pandey led me to believe that the government had already initiated steps to address the gap of a rehabilitation center for rescued child workers. She mentioned a “concept paper” that had been created that sought to garner support among local government institutions and NGO’s in establishing and sustaining said center. I also got a chance to speak with Mr. Navraj Lamichhane, Chairperson of the Tulsipur based NGO NEWCPC, who had run an orphanage in Tulsipur for 13 years. Mr. Lamichhane’s main point was that any form of rehabilitation center should house children for a short term, preferably no more than 3 months, until family members or caretakers could be found; he shared his experience where parents who were more than capable of taking care of their children sent them to such centers for extra financial gain, or when (either) parents want to shirk off from their parental responsibilities, in order to elope or any other reasons, “hand over” the children to child centers. He also mentioned that his own conversations with government officials had hinted in creating two separate rehabilitation centers in Tulsipur and Ghorahi that would house anywhere between 35-50 children, however no concrete plans have yet been made. On my query of the “concept paper” mentioned by Mrs. Pandey, he was unaware of any such proposal that had been tabled so far, as he is also on the committee that would review matters related to child protection.

    The exuberance with which my conversation with Mrs. Pandey took place last week, has given away to busy government schedules and the delegation of the continuity of our talk with the Chief District Officer (CDO), who will have the final word in not only the probable appropriation of land for the project, but also the green light for the start of such a project given the recent scrutiny and media attention various child homes have received in Nepal. For now, I wait with bated breath to secure a meeting with the CDO in order to discuss SWAN’s future plan of advocating and supporting not only Kamalaris, but for the successful rescue and proper rehabilitation of child workers in Dang district and beyond.

  233. NEW LAW IN MACEDONIA!

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    There’s a song on the radio with the lyrics “that girl’s got mad crossing the street skills.” The running joke in the office is that I don’t have these skills. It’s true; I’ll admit that the customs of the road in Macedonia have been a source of frustration for me, and crossing the street skills would be a huge plus here in Bitola. I’ve been here for almost six weeks and I still haven’t figured out when it’s safe to step into traffic, so I usually wait until all cars and mopeds have passed to move beyond the relative security of the sidewalk. One thing I have noticed, however, is that cars have, or simply take, the right of way over pedestrians when turning. This means that in addition to looking left and right before crossing, one must rotate 360 degrees to see if any vehicles want to turn. I can see the headlines now: American killed by Zastava while on nightly pilgrimage into town for ice cream. And I was always worried about death by Polski Fiat.

    The big news this week in the office, aside from my fear of small cars, is that the Macedonian parliament has passed the law on volunteering that our organization had lobbied for! I haven’t been able to find an English version of the legislation, but, from what I understand, it includes a definition of volunteering and provides guidelines for both public institutions and volunteers. The YCC expects that once the law is publicized, more and more institutions will be willing to open their doors to volunteers. The law also gives tax breaks for institutions offering volunteer placements.

    For those of you who read Macedonian, a draft of the legislation can be foundhere . The law was adopted as written, with the exception that fines for institutions that violate the law were increased.

    What’s next? Our office is planning a grassroots campaign to approach potential volunteer sites with information about the new law; the hope is that the passing of the law will mobilize the community to get involved in volunteer work. In the meantime, we’re developing a strategy to reach out to new volunteers and promote volunteerism in Macedonia. With a little effort, YCC should be able to have a volunteer placement center running by early next year.

    I, on the other hand, just hope that I can avoid the front end of a Yugo for the next few weeks.

  234. WORK TO LIVE

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    Before the second intifada in 2000, there were 125,000 Palestinians working in Israel. This number reflects over 25% of the entire Palestinian workforce, which currently stands at 700,000.

    In 2002, Israeli security concerns reduced the number of Palestinian work permits to 7,532, leaving over 110,000 Palestinians unemployed. Since 2002, the number of work permits issued has depended on the political climate and have gone up and down, though never returning to the natural rate of employment before the intifada. For example, in 2004 the Israeli government issued 33,386 work permits to Palestinians employed in Israel, Israeli controlled industrial zones, and the Israeli settlements, but this number has recently dropped again.

    Official estimates for 2008 are not available, but DWRC estimates that it is less than 20,000. Meanwhile, in 2008, Israel granted over 2,000 work permits to Eritrean immigrants alone. On top of this, Palestinians are subjected to special criteria for work permit eligibility. Palestinian men seeking an Israeli work permit need to be aged 35 or over, and must be married with children. No other nationality is subject to these restrictions.

    The problem of work permits for Palestinians is exceptionally complicated. On the one hand, Palestinians need to stop relying on the Israeli labor market. But in order to do this, Palestine needs both private and public sector growth, which is complicated by the restrictions on imports and exports. Domestic businesses in Palestine are only sustainable when they are local. Any Palestinian business that has several branches, one in Nablus, one in Gaza, one in Ramallah, and one in Bethlehem will face extraordinary logistical difficulties in both the movement of goods and the movement of their workers. Any company involved in imports and exports will have to be able to incur higher costs, as imports and exports are taxed twice, once by Palestine, once by Israel, thus cutting into profits.

    So while I want to see Palestinians less dependent on the Israeli labor market, I realize that it is impossible to break the cycle of dependency until policies hindering the Palestinian economy change. And further complicating the domestic labor market is the fact that Israel needs Palestinian labor. Just last year, the Israeli Association of Contractors and Builders lobbied to increase the number of Palestinian construction workers who have permits to work in Israel by 10,000. They claimed that 5,000 additional workers were needed immediately in order to meet the demand of the Israeli construction boom.

    Ironically, the majority of these Palestinian workers would be involved in building the illegal Israeli settlements that are crossing over the green line, taking the land of their families and friends. This is exceptionally problematic, but for many Palestinians there is no choice to be made. The choice to work in the settlements comes in the form of choosing whether to meet your family’s immediate needs, or prolong their suffering. And when I say prolong their suffering I mean that regardless of whether Palestinians take these jobs in the settlements, the settlements will continue to expand. There is no shortage of immigrant labor in Israel. And at this time, there appears to be no reflection on behalf of the Israeli government regarding the international stop work orders issued for the settlements that encroach on the green line.

    Moreover, the restrictions on work permits have created a real insecurity for Palestinians, and I don’t just mean in terms of the numbers that are being issued. Palestinians continue to work in Israel, permit or no permit, and Israeli employers continue to hire Palestinian workers, permits or no permits.

    This past week a Swedish journalist visited DWRC to get background information for an article he is writing about Palestinians employed in Israeli construction. Its a particularly interesting topic, since construction employs most of the Palestinian workers in Israel. Many Palestinian construction workers who used to work in Israel are unemployed due to the restrictions on work permits. Many try to find local employment, but it doesn’t pay as well and is harder to come by, leaving many workers chronically underemployed. To get a first hand account of what it is like for these workers, we arranged for the journalist to meet with 8 construction workers, half employed legally in Israel, half illegally.

    For the legal workers, they complained about routine, on-the-job discrimination, which included receiving unequal pay for the same work as their Israeli counterpart, inadequate benefits, and uneven application of labor laws. For example, Palestinian laborers who work legally in Israel are subjected to Jordanian labor law, even though Palestine has issued its own labor law, and even though immigrant laborers in Israel (from China, Africa, India, and South East Asia) are protected by Israeli labor laws.

    Legally employed Palestinian workers must pay Israeli social security taxes and Israeli union dues, even though they receive no social security benefits from Israel and receive no protection from the Histadrut, the Israeli union to which they pay dues. On average, if a payment arrangement isn’t set up through ssa.gov application filing, union fees and social security taxes, are automatically deducted from their monthly wage, equal 28% of their total monthly paycheck. Yet they will never receive these benefits, they will never receive the pension that they have paid into.

    Moreover, two of the legally employed workers explained that in regards to Jordanian labor law, Israeli employers often pick and choose what sections of the law they want to apply. Under Jordanian labor law, Friday is the mandatory day off from work, as it is a holy day, but both workers explained that they were expected to work on Fridays, as Israeli labor law and Israeli employers don’t recognize Friday as a holy day. One worker explained that to complain about working on Friday means to lose your job. But to make matters worse, he explained, losing your job can mean losing your permit, as your permit often ends with the contract for your work.

    For the illegally employed workers, which are the majority in Israel, things are even worse. The four illegally employed construction workers described their daily trip to work: at 4 AM they arrive at a discreet place close to the Israeli border to meet the smuggler who takes them across the line to Israel. They pay the smuggler 50 NIS, a heavy price when they expect to make anywhere from 150 to 300 NIS that day. The smuggler has a van and they must wait until at least 20 workers show up for the trip, the van doesn’t fit 20 workers, it only fits 10, but they pile in, one on top of the other. There are different smugglers every day, they tell us. Most of the smugglers are Israeli settlers who are routinely waved through the checkpoints due to their special license plates.

    They prefer to go with the settlers because it is safer. The other smugglers have to take the back roads, and try to get the trip done as quickly as possible, so they drive 80 or 90 miles an hour on dangerously narrow, mountainous roads.

    Once they make it to the Israeli side they make their way to their place of work, where they work for 12 hours, with no social protection, no work injury protection, no occupational health and safety standards, and no breaks. Construction has the highest incident of work injury in the world, and the illegally employed construction workers explained that many workers get injured at their jobs.

    What happens to them? Their employers drive them back across the border and dump them on the Palestinian side. There might be a hospital less than 1 mile from their work site, but they can’t go there, the employer cannot risk it and neither can the employee: they are illegal, they have no permission to be on Israeli soil.

    Then there is the issue with the pay. Since they are illegal, they are technically day laborers, even if they have worked at the same place for years. They should get paid daily, they need to get paid daily, especially considering they are paying 100 NIS to the smuggler for their roundtrip commute. But too often the employer tells them tomorrow, tomorrow you will get paid.

    Tomorrow might not come. The worker may not get to work, something could go wrong, the smuggler might not show up, the border might be closed, or the employer might be gone, along with the wage.

    I asked the illegally employed workers if they had to go through the smuggler, if they might not just try walking along the porous sections of the border alone. Yes they said, many do this, but it is sometimes worse. The border police will shoot you. Just last week, they shot dead a 17 year old boy who was crossing to work. If you get caught with the smuggler, one man explained, you may get beaten, arrested, and detained, but at least you will still have your life.

  235. First Day At The Vikalp Office: A Special Case

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    The Vikalp office is a busy place constantly humming with energy – people coming and going with various questions, concerns, reports, or to just stop in and visit. One of Vikalp’s main charges is to support the village women in continuing to hold court cases that allows marginalized women access to the legal system

    On my first day Yashoda one of the main leaders from the women-led court Nari Adalat, came in for monthly reporting. Nari Adalat is one of the first legal courts that Vikalp created a partnership with. Nari Adalat runs independently and is considered a close, successful partner to Vikalp. The court currently handles over 100 cases a year, and the number continues to grow.

    Monthly reporting to Vikalp includes: stating how many new cases have been filed, the number of fact-finding missions that have been carried out, the number of cases that have been resolved, and how many cases remain unresolved and open.

    After discussing some notes, Yashoda intently put down her large notepad and began to passionately explain a case that has remained open for some time – a case that has left the women of the court unable to come to a comfortable solution.

    She describes a village woman in her early thirties looking for support and resolution that came to her five years ago. The young woman was divorced from her husband two years into their marriage because he refused to provide for her and their daughter. The mother is asking that the daughter go and live with the father. One of the main goals of the women’s court is to encourage a settlement with the woman’s perspective in mind, but in this case the court is having a difficult time granting her request.

    This case is not simple. It carries with it a set of unique circumstances that aren’t often seen or talked about in this community. The daughter of this woman and her estranged husband is a seven year old with profound special needs. She cannot walk or talk and requires 24 hour care. The mother bears the sole responsibility for the care of their daughter financially, physically, and emotionally.

    The State provides very little as far as financial and medical assistance, and it is very difficult for those, especially in rural areas, to access this assistance. In India, most special needs children do not receive a formal education and they are often segregated from mainstream schools and social activities. There is a stigma associated with people of special needs, and they are often outcasts of the community. Obviously this not only hurts and violates the rights of those with special needs but also the family members caring for them.

    This woman is confined to the home – isolated – unable to live her own life in many ways. Her parents are too old to help and her only brother has three children of his own to care for. With little financial and emotional support, and no one willing or able to provide her with assistance – she is completely overwhelmed.

    She would like to remarry but because of the stigma of people with special needs, it is highly unlikely that she will find someone accepting and willing to take on such responsibility.

    The court will not put this young, vulnerable child with father because he lives with his father who killed his own daughter.

    The child must be protected and the safest option is to live with her mother. The court has decided that the father should pay money to the mother each month to help with the child.

    But what about this woman’s rights?

    Although more financial support will provide some relief, she will still suffer the emotional fatigue and isolation of caring for her daughter alone. She will be unable to find companionship, a livelihood, a social life…

    Day in and day out she alone will carry the weight of her child’s very special needs.

  236. RAPE IN CONGO: NOT JUST A QUESTION OF CONFLICT

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    A recent report issued by the American Medical Association (AMA) has had me and SOS FED’s staff thinking about some possibly unexploited “entry points” in the fight against sexual violence in Congo. The AMA report revealed that 74% of reported rapes in the Kivus and Ituri Province in 2009 occurred during active combat. This is not surprising, as conflict breeds insecurity and vulnerability in a manner more potent than possibly any of the other factors of the rape epidemic in Congo under current scrutiny. It’s evident that when chaos takes root, the most vulnerable of the population, in Congo the women and children, suffer disproportionately. These cases represent three-fourths of the cases of rape in Congo.
    However, SOS FED beneficiaries being interviewed by our field staff have begun to tell a different story concerning their vulnerability which draws a bit of our focus towards the remaining quarter of cases from the AMA study-the women being raped in areas where conflict isn’t a daily reality. While fighting occurs semi-regularly in SOS FED program areas (some areas worse than others), the majority of the rapes SOS FED beneficiaries report occur while they are pursuing the most mundane of daily tasks under relatively peaceful regional circumstances. Often, the rapes occur in broad daylight in villages deemed more secure than others in Fizi Territory. The beneficiaries report to us that cultivation, collection of firewood, and taking water from Lake Tanganyika have gone from predictable work to be done on a daily basis to frightening and risk-filled work. This forms a troublesome question to consider: Why exactly does the number of rapes continue to increase in areas where fighting has lulled, accounting for nearly a quarter of the cases of rape reported in eastern Congo in 2009?
    One major factor to consider in answering this question is the presence of soldiers across eastern Congo, even in areas not directly involved in current fighting. Contrary to widespread perception of Congo, there are areas in which gunshots don’t regularly provide the evening soundtrack. Nevertheless, in these areas we encounter no shortage of FARDC troops. These soldiers have been brought up and trained in the Congolese military system in which impunity and lack of oversight are the norms. MONUSCO supports them with medicine, food, ammunition, but has not yet come to the point where monitoring of what they do with these materials occurs in any clear fashion. Thus, we see large brigades of underpaid, well-armed, soldiers not necessarily involved in defense (because of lack of a clear enemy or lack of a will to protect civilians) of a community. The stage is set in this way for even secure villages to be overtaken by sexual violence and other crimes against civilians as these soldiers not only lack a clear mission but also lack the oversight necessary to ensure that undisciplined soldiers do not feed off the population.
    Civilian rape is possibly a more compelling point of interest in assessing the vulnerability Congolese women face, even when residing in more secure regions of the country. A recent study by the Harvard Humanitarian Initiative (HHI) shows nearly a 17-fold increase in the incidents of civilian rape reported to organizations working with victims of sexual violence between 2004 and 2008. One of the contributors to this study, which was conducted in South Kivu, commented that, “Before [rape] was like a gun in a war. Today, though things have cooled down, the mindset remains in people…” Thus, we see that rape has becoming increasingly normalized among civilians. If it’s true that violence begets violence, by the same logic rape begets rape. Civilians have not only viewed rape on an immense scale throughout the years, but also seen that very few violators are punished for their crimes. The international community has a controversial role in this regard; MONUSCO’s extensive support to the FARDC is on shaky ground given that nearly 80% of the rapes reported in the region occur at the hands of their troops. Does this not send the wrong message to soldiers and civilians alike across Congo?
    It is possible that an undue amount of attention has been focused on the implications of the AMA study. If nearly 75% of rapes occur during active conflict, then a quarter of the rapes occurring in eastern Congo occur in areas enjoying periods of relative peace. For those hoping to stop sexual violence in Congo, this quarter of cases demonstrates a key point of entry. Steven Levitt noted in Freakonomics that arms are simply a way to upset the “natural order” of things, and nowhere is this more evident in Congo. A woman who knows her rights, knows how to stay safe, and does not expose herself to vulnerability-increasing behavior still will fall when it comes down to an armed man with an intent to rape. In a conflict-ridden Congo, this is a given despite the best efforts by NGOs and civil society groups.
    Perhaps an emphasis on prevention (collective cultivation, education, rights training, etc.) among women in areas not rife with fighting is a means of eliminating the cases of sexual violence which represent the 25% of the non-conflict related rapes occurring across eastern Congo ever year. These cases being eliminated would surely represent the most significant reduction of sexual violence which has occurred in Congo since the epidemic came to be in the early years of the conflict.
    Working to eliminate the 25% of cases occurring in non-conflict situations could have significant implications on the 75% of cases occurring in conflict. First, the empowerment of a group of women who otherwise would have been victimized forms a potent tool in the regional effort to eliminate sexual violence. Secondly, and more importantly, if and when the conflict in eastern Congo comes to a close, the prevention of rape in non-conflict situations will be valuable to ensure that civilian rape is curbed. It would be ill-advised to assume that rape in Congo will end because of the end of the conflict, given that numbers of civilian rape are on the rise.
    This thinking has really informed our approach to sexual violence in Congo for 2011. We hope to stress prevention in areas where prevention can work. This is not to say that we ignore areas where conflict induced vulnerability reigns supreme, but means that we place equal value in the effort to prevent rape where possible through programs and education as we do in our effort to treat women who suffer rape in Fizi Territory’s more dangerous conflict zones. It is a fine balance, but focusing a bit on the 25% of cases which don’t occur at the barrel of a gun might make significant progress in the fight against sexual violence in Congo.

    Ned Meerdink

  237. WATER, FOOD, AND FUEL

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    When I think about all of the lessons I have learned in three years in Congo, one comes to mind as the most important of them all: The basics of life are 1) difficult to come by and 2) never to be taken for granted. Across the world, people struggle for water, food, and fuel, but never have I seen a daily struggle for the basics burn as it does in eastern Congo.

    Standing by the side of a dirt track my colleagues and I took turns cutting a broken radiator fan out of our truck with a razor blade I meant to use for a much needed shave, I was forced again to think about the difficulties in collecting the basics of what it takes to live in Congo. Surrounded by nothing but forest and hoping the truck would eventually start again, I saw nothing much worth looking at besides the occasional woman passing by, always carrying one of the following loads: 1) a plastic container of water, 2) a bunch of cut wood, or 3) a basket of just-harvested manioc or beans. It would be nice to say that these women went about these daily tasks with a certain joie de vivre in recognition of a job well done, but all I saw was perspiration and grit, and the women’s knowledge that the closest village was a long stretch ahead. “Whistle while you work” did not come to mind in the 90 F weather. I watched as the most fundamental of the building blocks of life-food, water, fuel-were passing en route to their final destination on women’s heads and backs, yet only through sweat and drudgery of the highest degree.

    I was traveling to a village called Kikonde, a place I have been numerous times before, where SOS FED has kept a reception center for rape victims going despite constant insecurity and logistical challenges. In Kikonde, the sacrifices Congolese women make to achieve the most basis necessities of life were further emphasized in 40-or-so interviews with SOS FED beneficiaries about the situations that have led them to become victims of sexual violence. As Kikonde is now crawling with former CNDP rebels from Laurent Nkunda’s psychotic pack now on the Congolese government’s payroll, we got a predictable number of women reporting that their rapes occurred during the night when soldiers simply kicked in their doors and took and did what they pleased. This is all too common in the epoch of President Kabila’s Amani Leo Operation. However, what took us a bit by surprise during the interviews was the sheer number of women saying that they were attacked and raped during their efforts to bring fuel, water, and food back to their homes for their families. The stories were shockingly unanimous: A woman was walking by herself to a well, by herself to her fields, or by herself to cut wood for her fires, and was taken by soldiers hiding out in the rural areas where these resources are concentrated throughout Congo. We had heard this in other interviews conducted throughout the years and certainly read it in policy papers, yet for some reason the stories stuck out like a sore thumb this time around.

    So, if you are working as SOS FED is to prevent women from being overly vulnerable to rape, where is the key point of intervention? These interviews proved that if we ensure that the basics can be achieved by women without increasing their vulnerability to rape, significant strides would be made in the battle against sexual violence. When we asked what women thought would decrease their vulnerability while getting water, wood, and food the answer was as unanimous as the answers to the previous question. Collective management of these resources and strength in numbers in taking these resources to women’s homes would prevent rape. Women offered us examples of their experiences in collective fields, where roving militia members encountered women working in large groups and realized that a large group has an uncanny ability to identify assailants to local authorities. These would-be-rapists were forced to go elsewhere to find more isolated victims. What if there were no isolated would-be victims left to attack?

    Thus, an elementary connection between rape in eastern Congo and isolation while bringing home the basic elements of life was made infinitely clearer by our time in Kikonde. It’s another example of the overwhelming truth that local communities know most about the ways to improve their lives. Far too few people, NGOs, and research tanks take the time to ask. Want to know how to stop the war being waged on Congolese women? Just ask the women who have already fallen victim to it.

    Me, SOS FED, and AP are now thinking on how exactly to urge communities to collectively work to get these resources where they are needed without putting women in harm’s way. Surely civilians in an area under control of sordid militias are always potential victims of those who carry the AK-47s, but a collectivity of organized civilians working together at key places of vulnerability, such as in their fields or near isolated sources of water, forms a significant “check” against a soldier looking for a lonely and therefore vulnerable target. This is where we need to be focusing our attention to help reduce women’s vulnerability to rape in Congo.

    Ned Meerdink

    A Kikonde woman’s embroidered image of her rape, which occurred while she was alone, cultivating her fields in an isolated field. Her story was in sync with many other stories we heard in Kikonde.

    A Kikonde woman’s embroidered image of her rape, which occurred while she was alone, cultivating her fields in an isolated field. Her story was in sync with many other stories we heard in Kikonde.

  238. WALIKALE: JULY 30-AUGUST 2

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    Anyone doubting the gravity of the situation women in eastern Congo face and the constant threat of sexual violence that exists throughout this region ought to take a glance at the recent happenings in and around a mining town called Walikale.

    As both the New York Times and the UN Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs (OCHA) recently reported, the weekend of July 30th was truly one to remember (or possibly one to forget) in Walikale. Raids in the villages surrounding this mining town and FDLR (Rwandan rebel) base began on a Friday night. By the end of the weekend, at least 200 FDLR rebels who previously stated that they were just arriving to the villages for rest and food had raped 180 women, with the number of reported cases rising since according to local radio. Most women reporting their violations also reported that the rape was committed by up to six FDLR soldiers at a time. UN peacekeepers 20km from the villages being pillaged and violated mentioned that they were simply unaware this was happening over the three days of raids. Following the raids, the FDLR simply slunk back into the forest to wait, presumably vindicated in their success due to the lack of opposition they met and the clear inability of both the UN, the Mai-Mai militias, and the Congolese FARDC soldiers the protect the civilians in and around Walikale.

    Is this story shocking anyone? It should force us to recognize the sheer vulnerability women in Congo suffer from, despite the group of ‘allies’ in place throughout eastern Congo to help prevent rampant violence and rape. Additionally, it forces us to look towards civil society groups like SOS FED, who realize the constant threat and continue to fight vulnerability in their own ways despite the inability of even armed protection to stem the rape crisis. Groups like SOS FED have an enormous weight on their shoulders, and their continual courage in light of stories like this weekend in Walikale is admirable. Finally, we must note the clear link between minerals and violence in Congo. The FDLR is not in Walikale by chance, but partially because of the lucrative business to be done there in tin ore. Bisie Mine near Walikale is infamous for the fact that it is regularly exploited by the most unsavory of armed groups. An AP Fellow recently blogged about the Financial Reform Bill and a rider attached concerning controlling the minerals coming from eastern Congo, which will hopefully make it more difficult (eventually) for armed groups to profit from Congo’s mineral wealth. But for now the crisis rolls on unabated.

    The last question that came to my mind in reading this news was: Who is sitting on their hands while this happens? Congo’s government has long been doing more or less nothing to prevent rape. It’s no news that the majority of rapes occurring in Congo are committed by Congolese FARDC soldiers. The fact is that the current Amani Leo operation to crush the FDLR has merely added to the instability in the region. Additionally, the UN undoubtedly will come up with some justification for what is becoming a pattern of inactivity in response to crises occurring at their doorstep. I’m waiting to hear some explanation on this incident besides the UN Military spokesperson’s comment that ‘information is still being gathered.’ They are certainly charged with a daunting task in bring security to a very insecure place, but surely a base 20km from the scene of a weekend long rape spree ought to have had some idea it was occurring. When we consider that the UN is currently scaling down their troop concentration in eastern Congo, the confusion only grows.

    The article I’m speaking about, written by Josh Kron, is here. It’s certainly worth reading closely.

  239. MBOKO MEETING RECAP

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    I recently arrived back in Bujumbura after a productive, albeit dusty and tiring, séjour in Mboko village, South Kivu, Congo. The SOS FED field team, having come together from all corners of Fizi Territory, had some interesting things to share, and really brought me up to speed on the progress of the current campaign of rape prevention they have put into place. The journey to Mboko was remarkably free of problems, and a little bit of planning kept us moving quickly through the road blocks and security check points. Thanks very much to SOS FED’s Uvira team for that. Here is a quick recap of what went during the Mboko meeting.

    First, AP and Zivik have provided much needed support for SOS FED’s community fields program, which was a key agenda for the days of meetings in Mboko. The program, in a nutshell, encourages survivors of sexual violence working with SOS FED to form cooperative cultivation teams, then rents them the necessary hectares of land and monitors their production. Money made in the fields is divided among the cooperative cultivation teams, with each woman benefiting directly from their work. This may sound basic, but the key difference from traditional cultivation in Congo lies in the ‘cooperative’ aspect of the current program. Far too many SOS FED beneficiaries have found themselves in their current place-that is, trying to recover from violent sexual violence-because of their need to cultivate fields in often remote regions of Fizi Territory, where land can be rented at the lowest price. So, AP and Zivik have begun providing fields to women once two conditions have been met. First, a field must be located near a principal route or well-traveled footpath. Second, a field must not be worked by one woman, but by her cooperative group. In this way, vulnerability is reduced in that women are cultivating together (strength in numbers) and doing so in areas of Fizi Territory that are not so isolated as to provide ideal striking grounds for the regions roving militias. This slight modification has been showing positive signs of reducing vulnerability and protecting Congolese women trying to put food on their table. We all gave a big ‘bravo’ to this program, and are currently toying with numerous ways to precisely monitor field output in order to determine which types of crops in which areas provide the most profit to SOS FED’s beneficiaries.

    Amisi from SOS FED and I in Mboko village
    Amisi from SOS FED and I in Mboko village

    Amisi from SOS FED and I in Mboko village

    In addition, the much awaited ‘Ahadi’ program has been given wings as of this last meeting. Though the program is well underway, the AP Fellow working from Bujumbura and I will be saving details on this until a later date. The program involves art as a means for advocacy, and places SOS FED beneficiaries in the driver’s seat of their own advocacy campaign. More on that will be available later. Materials are in place and the wheels are in motion.

    Finally, the SOS FED field teams and I touched base on the current situation in and around the three SOS FED reception centers in Fizi Territory. The news is bleak, in that all of the centers are currently above capacity and receiving new visitors looking for a safe space to stay daily. The current Amani Leo operation in South Kivu has not ended the rape crisis as one might think from listening to Congolese Radio. Surely, Amani Leo is forcing FDLR militias deeper into the forests, but that doesn’t stop them from raping local women. It merely moves the sites of these violations to much less traveled areas of South Kivu where the Amani Leo force ceases to hold influence. Additionally, as the Amani Leo force is formed of FARDC [Congolese soldiers-reportedly responsible for 80% of the rapes in eastern Congo] and the ex-CNDP [notoriously violent militia soldiers once commanded by war criminal Laurent Nkunda], the population is not necessarily much better off than if the FDLR roamed free in the region. Correct me if I am wrong here, but rape is rape, regardless of the militia du jour that commits it. A perfect example lies in the fact that the SOS FED Mboko center was pillaged and forced to empty not too long ago at the hands of the state-sponsored protectors of Congo, the FARDC. No militia necessary. Thus, not a jovial ending to this blog, but a hopeful one in that the work continues.

    None of the SOS FED field staff in attendance at Mboko gave any signs of the weariness a life in Congo can inspire. Quite the opposite, their presence at the meeting was a testament to their strength and commitment to improving their region. This will involve making good use of scant resources, staying organized, pulling from that never-ending well of patience and resilience, and keeping SOS FED moving towards their admirable goals. This is a lot easier said than done, especially in such an ‘interesting’ zone of eastern Congo. But, like I said, the work continues.

    Ned Meerdink

  240. SOUTH KIVU TRAVEL AGENCY

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    This evening, I returned home from my most recent series of planning meetings with AP’s DRC partner, SOS Femmes en Danger (SOS FED). This time, our meetings were logistical in nature, as we are currently organizing a large meeting/training session/organizational update for the SOS FED staff and have to figure out how exactly to get the staff from each SOS FED reception center to Mboko village in South Kivu to rendez-vous. SOS FED currently has 3 reception centers for survivors of sexual violence in South Kivu spread throughout the province in the villages of Mboko, Kikonde, and Kazimia.

    300 kilometers of no roads and questionable security conditions through numerous rebel-held villages separate Center Kazimia, the southernmost from the SOS FED installation, from the northernmost Center Mboko. The SOS FED village field workers are preparing to arrive by a confusing combination of motorcycles, boats, and transport lorries normally reserved for corn and manioc in order to get to our meeting on the 2nd of August to speak face-to-face and truly begin putting the ‘Combating Sexual Violence in Eastern Congo’ campaign into action.

    So, next time you are considering the horrible inconvenience of your two hour layover in Indianapolis or even your ten hour wait in Addis Ababa en route to somewhere else, consider the following itinerary for our SOS FED representative working in Kazimia, South Kivu:

    1. Take the dugout pirogue from Kazimia towards Yungu. Estimated time of travel is anywhere between 5 hours and 2 days, depending on the load of fish being ferried and the availability of gas in Kazimia to power an unpredictable outboard motor. The captain of the ship has failed to sympathize with our plea to get our colleague to Yungu in time to meet and thus can’t even guarantee the day he might be on his way. Quote: ‘When gas costs $3/liter, we can’t really move without the boat being full of fish to sell to pay our way back. So, I’ll send a message once we get enough fish.’ This is more than understood by everyone on our end, but there are no cell phone networks in Kazimia, so we are unsure how the message will reach us.

    2. Arrive at Yungu whenever, and get moving on foot towards Kikonde. Believe me, a 35 km walk is a lot slower when navigating around shady road blocks in mid-day Congo sun. In the event of a nighttime arrival our colleague will have to sleep at the port, because at night the road blocks get drunker.

    3. Now, hitch a ride to Baraka, which is a city center in South Kivu, on board a motorcycle making the trip without a passenger. We’ve gotten lucky in the past with drivers from larger aid organizations on the lookout for an extra passenger or two and the ‘pocket money’ that service generates for them. And make haste, because real delays are to be expected at road blocks at Kikonde and on the outskirts of Baraka.

    4. Finally, get yourself on a bus for the remaining 150km towards Mboko on any truck in sight moving north. Riding on top of bean sacks with 50 other passengers here is not to be ruled out, but don’t plan on a very cushy ride or even a seat for that matter. Also, everybody out on hills and on river crossings…

    After all this, our colleague will be in Mboko with us, following between 2 days and a week of traveling. And, as I’ve seen with my own eyes many times, she’ll arrive in nice clean pagne (fabric), not a hair out of place, looking like she’s on the way to a wedding—at the same time mentally poised and ready to sort out a pretty complex program. It defies all logic, but then again the Congolese women are the toughest and most resilient I’ve ever been lucky enough to work with.

    Ned Meerdink

  241. BACK TO WORK IN CONGO & SANGE VILLAGE

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    I arrived last week to Uvira, South Kivu, in order to participate in a marathon of surprisingly exhausting meetings with SOS FED field workers concerning the current rape prevention program they have partnered with AP on. The journey to Congo from Bujumbura was much the usual-annoying slow and marred with checkpoints. However, a shocking event occurring on the road into Uvira the previous week had forced me to prepare a bit for the chaos that often ensues when working in and around South Kivu, Congo. This blog, consequently, is much more about this event than the content of the meetings we held in Uvira.

    Last week, a gas truck coming into town overturned on the ever-perilous excuse for a road into Uvira. The truck flipped near Sange village, which is just outside Uvira, and was reportedly trying to make good time to Uvira to avoid driving at night when the road fills with armed groups and road blocks. As many Congolese in the area of the truck converged to collect the valuable gas spilling from the ruptured tanker, the spill ignited and burned possibly 300 people to death. Many of those burned to death were not interested in the pillage of the spilling gas, but were simply watching World Cup matches on generator-powered television sets in the thatch hut bars which offer the ‘nightlife’ in any Congolese village. An exploding tanker, however, does not discriminate and a large portion of the densely populated village was reduced to ashes.

    The estimates of the death toll are imprecise, but the fall-out since the original accident has been drastic as Uvira has no medical facilities equipped to deal with burn victims, and no space to keep them out of the dust and dirt. A nurse from SOS FED working in Sange temporarily commented that the death toll could easily double due to the likeliness of burn victims not killed by their wounds developing untreatable infections. He also mentioned the difficulty in counting the dead, as ‘…young kids and those closest to the truck when it exploded were just ash by the time the fire died down a bit.’ Some burn victims were sent to the already over-burdened hospitals in Bukavu, the provincial capital, but the majority of burned civilians have to make do with local services and occasional visits by Médecins Sans Frontières mobile clinics and other NGOs helping out where they can. You’ll find a recent report of the incident here.

    In a place where a liter of gas’s value is a lot more than most people’s daily income, one can understand the lure of spilling gas quickly absorbing into the sand. I immediately thought of the situation a lot of people in Sange might have been in at the time and the difficult decision to be made. The opportunity to grab an empty US AID oil can and join in on a classic ‘victimless crime’-especially in order to assure another week’s meals-might be too hard to resist. In this instance, small-time theft had tragic repercussions for an area of the world which has already seen its share of tragedy.

    IDPs (Internally Displaced People) on the road out of Sange village ahead of CNDP/Kimia II advances last year. This family actually ended up living in the house next to mine in Uvira for a few months.

    IDPs (Internally Displaced People) on the road out of Sange village ahead of CNDP/Kimia II advances last year. This family actually ended up living in the house next to mine in Uvira for a few months.

  242. IT’S GOOD TO BE BACK IN GREAT LAKES AFRICA

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    After an absence that ran far too long, I am happy to be back in Bujumbura, Burundi en route to Congo.

    I arrived just in time to see the result of the Burundian ‘election’—there was only one candidate. Much to the surprise of international observers, the US Department of State, and myself, the only candidate was reelected with a minimal amount of disarray in Bujumbura. Some quartiers in Bujumbura were victims of opposition-led grenade attacks and shootings. However, the general opinion in town was that some disturbances are only normal for a Great Lakes election. So one experiences an air of business as usual in Bujumbura, an incumbent president successful in his campaign, and an unsettling finality to a more or less stolen election.

    Across the border in Congo, the end of June brought the celebration of their 50th year free from Belgian colonial rule. Amid the country-wide parades, demonstrations of military prowess, and self-congratulatory speeches given by President Joseph Kabila, a movement of discontent was visible and televised throughout the region. Large demonstrations were organized throughout eastern Congo as counters to the enthusiastic celebration of the 50th anniversary of independence. Most were led by groups holding signs declaring ‘50 Years of Blood Flow’, ’50 Years Later: The Theft Continues During Our Days’ and ‘Congo Raped Before and After Independence’. Organizers were quoted at length, and most commented on the current kleptocracy’s theft of minerals and lack of proper allocation of profit towards social services promised by the current government, the continuing violence in North and South Kivu provinces, and the feeling that war will always be a part of Congolese day-to-day life.

    These protest marches were of course not meant simply to give a pessimistic air to Congo’s party, but to call attention to the overwhelming failings of the current administration to address the issues which affect all Congolese. Of these, the issue which comes to the forefront and draws me here again is sexual violence, and the quite literal rape of Congo.

    In 2007, I was fortunate enough to stumble upon the work of a Congolese NGO called SOS Femmes en Danger (SOS FED), which works to provide basic care for the ever-increasing number of rape victims in south Kivu Province. AP was able to solidify a tight partnership with SOS FED since then, and has been working to support and draw international attention to their work. This next year, with the help of AP and the German Institute for Foreign Cultural Relations (IVF), SOS FED is unrolling a broad-based campaign of rape prevention, which is targeted towards empowering women to reduce their personal and collective vulnerability to rape. As AP’s representative in Congo, I am charged with monitoring and reporting abroad on this ambitious project. Marceline Kongolo, SOS FED’s Executive Director, has already been recognized by US Secretary of State Hilary Clinton and scores of the ‘who’s who’ in foreign service, and I am pretty honored to be part of her excellent team again. I’ll be blogging regularly until January, and will be providing much more in depth information as we go along. Please don’t hesitate to follow this blog, link to it where pertinent, and help get the word out about SOS FED’s work in eastern Congo. I’m off to Congo tomorrow morning, and I must say I am itching with anticipation over this much-awaited homecoming.

    Ned Meerdink 

  243. SCHOOL IS AROUND THE CORNER, BUT WHERE ARE THE UNIFORMS?

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    One of the more frustrating aspects of working in the regions of Congo currently under the yoke of Kimya II operations is the stopping of programs already in place due to declining security and risky travel situations. Admittedly, this is a paltry inconvenience when compared with the problems facing civilians all too often directly in the line of fire; their worries are much more significant than those NGOs face. Entire rural villages are being burned up by rebels it daily recently in South Kivu. However, when speaking of the declining quality of life and availability of services that face Congolese during active combat and operations, the blocking of NGO work definitely comes into play. Examples…

    One of the AP partners in eastern Congo with whom I have been working, SOS Femmes en Danger, recently appealed to the foundation run by Diane Von Furstenburg for financing to get uniforms and supplies to children of rape victims and single mothers (many mothers themselves are still young enough to be students) in Fizi Territorry villages currently more or less run by FDLR and Mai-Mai militias. Ms. Von Furstenburg was more than generous with us, and the huge hurdle that gaining even minimal amounts of financing usually is for organizations in eastern Congo was made remarkably simple. With the money in place, we got to work putting together hundreds of uniforms and supply sets for kids who pretty much wouldn’t be able to even find their obligatory uniforms due to the cutting of supply routes in their area. This all seems to be adding up to what could be called a ‘successful intervention’ by many, n’est-pas?

    Here’s the gritty part: The Kimya II operations in our area have more or less closed the roads due South. Roads that are still passable are manned by a variety of militia soldiers, obviously generally unconcerned with letting free school uniforms get through to more isolated communities. On the contrary, OCHA offices have informed me that not only will the Mai-Mai in question likely interrogate and extort us along the road, but they will likely take whatever is being carried towards Fizi and simply refuse the parcels back after ‘inspection.’ I’ve got no problem riding on a motorbike with heavy boxes for 14 hours, but not just to get robbed along the way. So, we look into taking a boat on Lake Tanganyika around the heavy combat zones, and we’re told that will cost for the moment is about $600 due to the regional insecurity and soaring gas prices (those lines have been cut off or at least limited as well). No chance…

    So, as the deadline for the beginning of the school year creeps closer, this prime example of frustrations encountered by NGOs with limited financing is rearing its ugly head. Waiting and wringing our hands is an option, but can only go so far. Hopefully, we’ll be able to convince the UN helicopters moving everywhere these days to organize a good old fashioned air drop, but that seems more than a little far-fetched. Welcome to eastern Congo during the epoch of Kimya II.

    Ned Meerdink

  244. QUITE A BUSINESS TRIP

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    Our efforts to bring the 4 members of COCAP’s Eastern Region together had repeatedly failed. But Arjun-dai and Prakash (respectively serving as COCAP’s Volunteer Eastern Region Focal Point Coordinator and paid Focal Point Facilitator with whom I am working most closely with this summer) and I all agreed that if we were actually going to write a joint proposal, there would HAVE to be a meeting. Since the biggest obstacle seemed to be getting the representatives from the Jhapa District to make the journey to Gaighat, Arjun-dai decided that we should take the meeting to them. That way they’d have no excuse.

    So, Arjun-dai, Prakash, and I with our colleague Janak from the other Gaighat-based NGO, piled on to a bus at 6am to begin our 5-6 hour journey. After a little over an hour we stopped in Lahan, to pick up a few more colleagues from CDF. Luckily the bandha that was imposed while we were waiting for “only 2 minutes” for our CDF colleagues only lasted 30 minutes and when they showed up 45 minutes later we got on our way.

    Our crammed bus traveled along the highway passing fields, clusters of thatched roof homes, road-side stalls, over a massive bridge spanning the Triveri River, and along the border with India to Ithari. Babies and children sat on our laps as passengers got off and on and the crowd waxed and waned. Several hours later we reached Ithari City that has sprung up on Nepal’s main highway solely to connect other destinations (and was one of the sites of the extended bandha I wrote about previously).

    In Ithari we had “lunch” at 10am and waited for Sahek, another friend & colleague serving on the COCAP board who was going to join our party. He informed us he was supposedly on a bus leaving Biratnagar, a 30 minute drive away. I’ve learned that time estimates do not tend to be accurate here so I expected him to take at least an hour.

    Thus, when we finally connected with him 2 hours later, I had received yet another lesson in patience and even deeper insight into Nepal’s social networks that take precedence over everything else. These networks seem of the utmost importance in all aspects of Nepali life, from politics to marriage arrangements to how work gets done. Yet, as hard as I try to wrap my brain around this fundamental cultural practice I still have only scratched the surface. I worry that these social networks will be both the strength and the curse of Nepal and will have to be dealt with directly for political reform to be successful.

    Our now complete posse of 7 was surrounded by drivers of vehicles of all sizes as deals were searched for and prices for our transport were negotiated. After a sticky two hours on a microbus built for 15 and packed with 25 and another 45 minutes of rattling down the highway in a tin can adorned with faded, oily, and shredding red velour interior that was formerly a 1970 luxury bus we arrived at our destination, Gajendra.

    Being that it was now just after 4pm and we were wilted, smelly, and exhausted (or at least I was…) I naturally assumed that they would take us to our hotel to clean up and rest and that we’d convene in the morning. There I go again with those assumptions!
    We (the gaggle of men and I) all sat down, did formal introductions, and the meeting began with the taking of attendance and the creation of an agenda. The meeting and discussions lasted for another 5 hours and were continued back at the hotel following dinner until after midnight. (To fully illustrate my state to those of you who have first hand knowledge of my aversion, somewhere around 6pm I found myself reaching into the pile that had been placed on the table, peeling, and eating half a banana for some crucially needed energy.)

    The topics covered over the 9ish hour meeting included how to expand the numbers of members in the region, how to convince central COCAP to provide funding for a quarterly regional meeting, how to improve their inter-region communication & collaboration, and a review of the successful on-going programming in each of the organizations to share best practices.

    Most importantly considerable time was spent discussing the specifics of a joint proposal that Prakash and I are working on for the region as a whole. The plan is to launch a coordinated program of education and awareness in rural and marginalized communities about the crucially important Constitutional Assembly Election that is slotted to be held November 22. If we can get all the info we need from the member organizations, get the proposal written, and find funding, the program is designed to reach over 30,000 people across 8 districts in the next 4 ½ months and will be incredibly exciting and useful.

    Another function of the meeting was that it allowed me to collect information regarding the communications situation of the various organizations. I wanted to gather a clear picture of the situation, and particularly the challenges to collaboration that exist. I was really surprised by the results, particularly as I learned that NESPEC (which I’d been thinking was basic) is actually quite well off as they have 2 computers and internet access (when it works) in the office.

    None of the other organizations has a fax machine or internet access, and one of them can’t even afford a computer. To use email, which is an increasingly routine form of communication, particularly with the International NGOs that often partner with these organizations, they have leave the office and go to a cyber café. All the organizations have phones, but it turns out that the cost of making a call outside the local area is 8 rupees per minute, causing a 5 minute phone call to cost more that what Prakash pays for his dinner.

    These technological realities and related substantial costs of time and money, combined with the regular bandhas, gave me an entirely new appreciation for the challenges involved in successful inter-agency collaboration – particularly when that collaboration requires information and document sharing. It doesn’t make it any less frustrating when we wait endlessly for someone to pass information along or come to a meeting, but it certainly makes the context and obstacles clearer in my mind.

    All in all, the meeting was quite a success and in addition to the proposal, I’m trying to think of creative ways to support the ongoing collaboration of these organizations, which I truly believe holds incredible promise. I’ve gathered a wish list of items each organization would like to have to improve it’s effectiveness and capacity, and I’m trying to brainstorm some ways to get them these needed resources and to improve their ability to communicate regularly. AND I’d love some help with this… Anyone have any ideas?

  245. A Visit to the Brick Factory

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    Last weekend was a pretty busy weekend for me.  I had the opportunity to visit a brick factory in Lalitpur.  I went there with an image of post-colonial British brick-making in mind, something akin to T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland.  I expected plumes of smoke and coal-dusted walls and faces, but it was not like that all.  It was quiet.  Most of the factories are closed down for monsoon season.  However, there were still a few people around to visit, and I was able to take quite a number of pictures. 

    The factory sat in the midst of large green fields.  At any other time of the year, these fields would be filled with people digging up clay, but the day I visited, they lay empty and quiet.  Some fields were being used as farmland.  Along the perimeter of the land sat several jerry-built brick homes.  Again, because it’s monsoon season, most of the homes were vacant.  The people who remained either had nowhere else to go, or were able to pick up some spare work such as hand-making bricks, or carrying and loading bricks.  

    The children I met were not child laborers.  They were part of CONCERN’s rescue and rehabilitation program.  In this program, if parents agree to prevent their children from working in the kilns, the parents receive a goat.  By selling goat meat, the parents can make up for the wages their children would have made.  CONCERN then helps pay for the children’s school material costs. 

    I had the opportunity to meet one of these children: Ramesh Gharti Magar.  Ramesh looked to about 17 years old.   CONCERN helped fund a sweet shop to rescue Ramesh from the brick kilns.  He was very happy that he was able to work independently and did not have to work in the kilns any longer.  

    After we left the brick factory, we went into the city for a light lunch.  That’s when I met a teenager by the name of Tikaram Pokhrael.  Tikaram also used to work in the brick kilns. CONCERN helped Tikaram fund a fruit stand.  During the day, Tikaram goes to school, and in the afternoons he works at the fruit stand.  He is a very happy young man, and his pineapples and papayas are delicious.  They made a great lunch!

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  246. INDEPENDENCE DAY

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    Occasionally in the late afternoon a few friends from work and I will go get our favorite snack – beaten rice and curd (rice treated and flattened into the consistency of a dry cereal mixed with yogurt), topped w/ a little sugar. My attempts to pay are an ongoing game as somehow they always cut me out of the rotation. The only exception this day was that I announced it was my country’s independence day and that in celebration the least they could do was let me pay. Prakash and Ajay refused my offer, but later that night they told me we had been extended a formal invitation that we could not turn down to go have fish at Arjun-dai’s house (Arjun Kumar Dahal is the president of NESPEC, dai is an affectionate suffix denoting “older brother”). Apparently, after a little pow-wow they decided to help me celebrate in another way.

    Left to Right: Arjun-dai & Ajay

    Along with some other friend from work we squeezed into the larger of the two rooms in which Arjun, his wife Indeera, and 4 year old son Insome live to have a true feast. Arjun-dai squatted with Indeera serving food onto our plates then handed them out with a flourish, proclaiming “gender balance” in case we hadn’t registered his application of the concept of which many of the men I work with are vocal advocates.

    They had managed to buy a “big fish” from the market and we picked our way through the meat and bones of the stew (some of us less gracefully than others) along with a variety of curried and pickled vegetables and the watery dahl and mountain of rice that is the staple of all our meals. By the time I had cleaned off my plate and made it out to the hand pump, most of the men who had managed to eat twice the amount of food in half the time had already washed their hands and left their plates in a pile, as is customary for guests to do.

    Arjun-dai was pumping the water for me to clean my hands and I asked Ajay, who had waited w/ me to finish and was also washing off, for directions about where to scrape the remains of my plate. He indicated I should just leave it in the pile. But knowing that Indeera would most likely be left to the whole stack herself, I decided to risk a mistake in appropriate guest etiquette and began organizing the dishes, insisting that I would help. “But you’ll need soap” Ajay said, in one last effort to dissuade me. At which point, with out missing a beat, Arjun-dai reached to a nearby ledge grabbed the soap and mangled brillo pad and handed it to me with a grin. We all started to laugh as I began to scrub and Ajay looked at us both, slightly dejected. “Here, you can rinse,” I said, and followed with a wink and, “Gender balance.” After a few minutes had passed, Indeera and the rest of the company had gathered outside to watch us. We were finished quickly, but not before Prakash had grabbed my camera.

    Clockwise: Arjun-dai, me, Indeera, Ajay

    As we rinsed our hands and feet and went back inside the house laughing, Ajay said, “This truly is independence day!” And for sure, it is one that I’ll never forget.

  247. THE 4TH OF JULY

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    The State Department warns American citizens traveling abroad to avoid local political manifestations and any place where Americans or Westerners are known to congregate. I broke both of these rules last week.

    My transgressions – well, at least one of my transgressions – were not on purpose, mind you. The first was in Struga, a resort town on the border with Albania, where the ruling Albanian party named its new party president. I didn’t find out about the changeover until I was actually in Struga and saw Albanian flags everywhere. It’s hard to explain the experience of watching NATO helicopters land on the beach as locals carry out the business of ordinary resort life, the sounds of vendors selling ice cream and kids splashing around in the water interrupted by the earthquake-like tremors of military helicopters just yards away. It was a strange scene. If it weren’t for the rocky beaches, the men in Speedos, and the NATO helicopters, I could easily have mistaken Lake Ohrid for Lake Michigan.

    To add to the bizarre events, later on in the evening both outgoing and incoming party presidents marched through our hotel in a large procession. In effect, the political event came to me as I sat on the hotel terrace and played cards with the members of our executive board.

    The second of my transgressions took place on the 4th of July. My colleagues at the office had been teasing me about how I would spend the holiday, to which I responded, “I’ll camp outside the American Corner all day.” (The American Corner is the section of Bitola where the town’s movie theater and jazz café are located. There’s also a booth where locals can find information about study abroad programs in the United States.) We then decided to attend a jazz concert later on in the evening.

    If my decision to attend a jazz concert on the 4th seems careless, especially at a time when Americans are warned to keep a low profile while traveling abroad, it is incredibly difficult not to be comfortable in Bitola. Most Macedonians have at least one relative in the States (or in Canada), and it’s not uncommon for these relatives to travel back to Macedonia for the summer. Once, while wearing a University of Michigan t-shirt, a teen working at one of the local internet cafes asked me if I had ever been to Petoskey. She explained to me that she had visited northern Michigan while on vacation with an uncle who lives in Detroit. She then rattled off six or seven recommendations for ice cream parlors in Traverse City and on Mackinac Island. Small world, indeed.

    The jazz concert was good, although the 4th of July celebration was likely sparked by a desire to have a fun time rather than a desire to commemorate American independence. I came to this conclusion after the owner of the venue explained to me that he would much rather see Macedonia join a federation with the Latin American states than the European Union. When I asked why, he answered, “Because Latin America knows how to party.”

    That’s exactly how Bitolans are: they like to party. The main street in town, named in honor of Tito, was once described to me as a river that carries locals from café to café. It’s an accurate description. Bitolans, young and old alike, spend the evenings walking from one end of the street to the other, only stopping for the occasional beer, coffee, or conversation. This ritual takes place every night, except for maybe Mondays. As I have been informed, “only the real alcoholics go out on Mondays.”

    So, there I was, on July 4th, on Josip Broz Tito Street, listening to jazz and celebrating American independence. Tito would be proud.

  248. Snakes on a Plain

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    The town (using the term very loosely) that I am living in is terribly small and the only thing worth mentioning is that it is extremely hot! I could end right there, or go on a lengthy diatribe on how hot it is, but I will do neither. As someone who had been here as a Peace Corps in the late 60s aptly put it, “it is not the devil’s armpit, but you can definitely see it from there”. The recent onset of the monsoon season has brought about some respite to the heat, but the continuous rain that is supposed to be on its way will be very shortlived and will bring about new challenges for me, namely snakes.

    My irrational fear of snakes has been off the charts since yesterday, when someone happened to stumble upon a common cobra R.I.P. It was not my fault!right outside where I live. Unfortunately for the snake, it did not survive the encounter it had with the local. Last week one of the hens, in the house where I live, was killed by a snake. There have been three more spotting in the last week at the house, and from what I gather the worse is yet to come. I do not wish ill on any snakes, I just hope I don’t cross their paths and vice versa. As I was photographing the dead snake yesterday, someone mentioned that it is bad luck to photograph snakes (especially dead ones) and that through some sort of snake-telepathic-ability there would be a few more snakes plotting revenge on not only the person who kills it, but apparently also anyone who documents it. As I snickered upon the clichéd Bollywood-trope she was mentioning, I really was wishing she was wrong; as I already mentioned, I do have an irrational fear of snakes!

    The bike is in a much better condition now then when I got it initially. Yay!!Earlier on the same day, I had another scare with my motorbike. All of a sudden it would not move at all. I live about 5 kilometer away from work and especially in the morning there are hardly any public transportation in the place. In the evenings the buses and jeeps are more frequent, but I have always been suspended outside the bus every time I have had to take it. The thought of my bike not working was as terrifying as seeing a live snake slither by me. Also, it had really been hard to secure a bike in the first place. There is no place to rent a bike probably within a 150 km radius, and finding a spare bike to rent from someone here is almost impossible, as I found out. Due to sheer luck of knowing someone who knows someone that could talk to someone at a bike showroom in Ghorahi, another town 25 km away, I was luckily able to secure the bike for the next 6 weeks that I will be here. Visiting Lawa Juni, the girls hostel which is about 10 km away, or any other field visits have become immensely easy with my now trusted bike, otherwise trying to arrange transportation definitely would have become THE most hassle I would have had to deal with. Anyways, the problem with the bike was a completely worn out clutch plate and some other  issues that was quickly sorted out, and now I do not have to worry about hanging out from a moving bus, for now. 

  249. Flash flood and a visit to the Children’s Peace Hostel

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    Flood has made commute difficult

    The heavy rain washes the ants that line the doorway of the house. The fields look lush green and the children struggle to cross the flooded road to reach the bus stops. The shores of river are lined with fishermen. Mothers give the umbrellas to their children and get soaked themselves. When we look over the bridge to the muddy currents that flow below, aunty tells me the story of an attempted suicide in the river. When the woman failed in her attempt, her parents gifted a motorcycle to their son in-law so that he would keep her happy. We buy a kilogram of sardines for Rs. 580 and watch the pigs turn pink from brown as the rain washes the dirt from their bodies.

    Although the rain has made commute difficult, it has brought a sense of serenity in Tulsipur. The temperature has dropped and the rice fields look picturesque. The hallways in the office are muddy and wet, and surprisingly, no one has turned on the ceiling fans today. I tiptoe my way to my cubicle (after a series of Namaste exchanges, of course!). And thus, my day begins!

    Children's Peace Home, main building

    Last weekend, Lisha (an intern at BASE) and I visited the Children’s Peace Home hostel, a rescue and rehabilitation hostel for children affected by civil and domestic conflicts and bonded labor. Mr. Bhola Nath Yogi, the founder of the Peace Home has rescued thirty-five children (19 boys and 16 girls), and provides food, shelter, education, and a peaceful and healthy environment for the children to thrive. He runs the hostel through personal savings and some support from his family members. The land is given to him by his mother.

    Meeting Mr. Yogi and spending a day with the children was one of the most humbling experiences that I have had in my life. This is a person who has devoted most of his time and resources to the hostel and is passionate about bettering the children’s lives. In midst of the conversation, Yogi recalled an incident where a girl from the hostel attempted to elope with a man:

    “I was adamant about educating her. I told her that if she did not want to study, she would have to pay the tuition fee. I was not going to lose a child to a life of servitude and grief”

    Anju Budhathoki-Children's Peace Home

    In another conversation with Anju Budhathoki, one of the 16 rescued girls, we came to know that her father had been murdered and her mother died of cancer. Unable to control herself, Anju began to cry. Anju is a ten year old who has seen more adversity
    in life than most of us can even begin to imagine. Unsure of how to console her, I sat next to her and held her while she sobbed some more. The pocket on her blouse had come off. I asked her if she needed a new school uniform. She managed to blurt “no” in her muffled voice, but her eyes told me otherwise.

    Heartbroken and determined to help the children in the best possible way, we decided to conduct a clothing donation program for the Children’s Peace Home through BASE. Hopefully we will collect enough clothing for the children by the end of the summer.

    Please follow my upcoming blog for the individual profiles of the children at Peace Home, and keep commenting!

  250. Status Update

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    It has been a while since I wrote something, and I tremendously apologize for not being able to update on what has been happening in this side of the world. Upcoming blogs will be much detailed and focus on a single theme that I am working on; this one, however, will be much shorter and will give some account of what has been happening so far at work with Society Welfare Action Nepal (SWAN). Any suggestions and comments is greatly appreciated, and do share with anyone who might be interested.

    At the moment, SWAN focuses its entire work on gender and child rights on abolishing the Kamalari practice and reintegrating ex-Kamalaris back into society. Kamalari practice is a form of indentured servitude of girls primarily belonging to the Tharu ethnic group. Impoverished families sell their daughters as young as six and seven, to work as domestic servants in homes and hotels as a source of income, or to pay off loans. The girls are also lured with the promise of education, and instead are made to work for more than 12 hours every day and even suffer physical and emotional abuse. Even though the practice was made illegal in 2001, and the government proclaimed the complete abolishment of the system in 2013 , the truth is much different in reality than in official papers.

    Returning Home

    SWAN has been rescuing Kamalari girls since 2001, and has been actively helping rehabilitate them since 2007. The girls hostel Lawa Juni (New Life), established in 2008 and successfully handed over to the government in 2012, houses rescued Kamalari girls who are provided with a safe environment to live and study until they are reunited with their families, or until alternative arrangements can be made to ensure the continuity of a safe and normal life. SWAN seems to be ready to expand its role in ensuring the protection of child’s right not only for ex-kamalari girls, but for any child who is compelled to work due to social or economical reasons.

    Regarding the long term goal of ending child labor in Nepal, there have been previous studies carried out in Ghorahi and Tulsipur , the two major cities in Dang, regarding the instances of child labor. After consulting with some of the individuals associated with the past study, government officials at the Child Welfare Board and personnel at SWAN, it seems that the dearth of a safe home/transit home that can help in the transition of rescued child laborers seems to be one of the main concerns that need to be addressed, even before the active rescue of child workers is initiated. One of my main tasks at the moment has been to explore the role of SWAN along with relevant government bodies in helping realize the details of the transit/safe house.

    Also, I have been busy the past week documenting the work SWAN does in rescuing and rehabilitating ex-kamalaris. Upcoming blogs will touch upon those work conducted by SWAN, along with a special post on Lawa Juni hostel.

     

  251. IN SEARCH OF CAMELOT

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    England is in mourning. Football is over—for them anyway. So there hangs this pall over the town as people pick up the pieces and try to remember what they did before World Cup 2006.

    I sympathize (you see, there’s this little thing in Canada called the Stanley Cup…). Seriously, it’s not because of the football that I sympathize: I’ve more or less been scratching my head since I arrived here in search of something to do, to see, to ooh and ah over. By that I mean I am in search of princes and castles, manors and moats—what I imagined England to be full of: beautiful gardens with trellised Ivy and English roses. Or traditional pubs oozing so much history that you half expect to see a couple of knights walk out exclaiming how delicious the roast beast was while rubbing their armor-clad bellies.

    I should know better. I should remember almost two decades ago (although that is a long time) when I first landed in London and how I felt a tad bewildered and mildly disappointed that something…well…that something more royal didn’t happen. That crossing the Atlantic didn’t magically deposit me in Camelot. In fact, west of London, where I would be living, didn’t look all that different from the neighborhood I had just come from: mundane 60’s architecture, a pizza hut, and similar looking faces staring back at me.

    Of course, once we discovered that marvel of public transportation (i.e. the tube) I did have more than a few Camelot moments, but I also grew quite fond of the not-so-fairytale-like London: the friendly East Indian who would keep his curry shop open that extra five minutes when he saw us come running, or the Chinese man at the dingy corner store who sweetly teased my roommate about her fondness for Diet Coke. And how can I forget the Long-Life milk (that I am still suspicious of to this day) and mushy peas. Or the two young busboys who giggled shyly and stared because they “ain’t never seen ladies drink pints before” (20 years later, I begrudgingly admit that half-pints have their merits, not the least being fewer calories).

    I try to keep that rather clichéd mantra in mind, about finding the extraordinary in the ordinary, because the town where I am staying does not afford many Camelot moments. Not beyond a glimpse of the clock tower or a venerable old church here and there (to be fair, there is a lovely park, just not on my side of town).

    It’s a luxury that I can even consider my physical surroundings and long for more King Arthur and less Burger King, especially considering the struggles of so many people who just want to be free of violence and fear. And perhaps that’s good for now, that I am not swept away by princes (I’m sure my own prince appreciates this too). It allows me to focus on my work and to focus on a different kind of beauty: the kind that comes from people—people who continue to press on and help others despite horrible acts against them, their people, and their lands. I think of some of my fellow AP interns who are in places like Afghanistan and Palestine or New Delhi and Kosovo, places that are all too familiar with abject poverty or ongoing conflict or both. Amid what I imagine must be incredibly difficult surroundings, especially compared to here, it’s evident the beauty of the human spirit survives as was poignantly captured in one of their last blogs.

    Still, thinking of those war torn places and poverty stricken lands makes my rather unexceptional little town in the northeast of England grow just a little bit prettier.

  252. INSHALLAH

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    This past week I took my first real trip to Jerusalem for a meeting with theFriedrich Ebert Stiftung Foundation to discuss their support for DWRC and the independent labor movement within Palestine. At the end of August DWRC, with the help of the Friedrich Ebert Stiftung Foundation, will be hosting representatives from the German Trade Unions to discuss strategic support for independent labor unions within Palestine.

    The timing of my meeting was particularly interesting, as the International Labor Organization (ILO) had just released a report on The Situation of Workers in the Occupied Arab Territories. While the report was quite comprehensive in assessing the effects of occupation on the labor movement in Palestine, it lacked a critique of the labor movement itself, and failed to address the political alignment of labor unions within Palestine or the domestic difficulties independent labor unions in Palestine have encountered.

    Last year, DWRC established the Federation of Independent Unions- Palestine (FIUP), the first independent labor coalition within Palestine. The goal of the FIUP is to increase the collective bargaining power of Palestinian workers by creating a coalition of labor unions that advocate solely for workers’ rights. Because social security and social welfare legislation in Palestine is virtually non-existent, and because the trade unions that currently exist too often serve political rather than social purposes, there is a great need for the union services FIUP can provide. However, in Palestine, as I have too often observed, people have a hard time getting what they need.

    Last year FIUP was denied the proper paperwork to establish itself as an independent union, including the documents necessary to establish a bank account, thus rendering its formation ineffective. Although the Palestinian Authority suggested that FIUP reapply for approval in the future, the Ministry of Labor indicated that they would not be approved until the PA passed a new labor law, which has seen no progress in the past year. To the best of my ability I expressed DWRC’s frustration at the current standstill over FIUP’s status, and how until the PA issued FIUP the documents it needs to establish a functioning union the independent labor movement remained tied by internal bureaucracy.

    In Palestine everything, both internal and external, is an uphill battle. It’s exceptionally frustrating at times, but it is nice to know that Palestinians aren’t completely alone. The Friedrich Ebert Stiftung Foundation assured me that they would do everything they could to advocate for the approval of FIUP, which, inshallah, will happen sometime soon.

    Speaking of which, inshallah has become a permanent part of my vocabulary here. I think I used this term quite often when I was home and when I was in Arabic class, but it wasn’t the same. I would say, inshallah I will not fail another Arabic quiz. Inshallah I will finish my wajib so I can go to bed before 3 A.M. Inshallah I will get a seat on the subway. Inshallah I will make it to econ recitation.

    I don’t think I really understood inshallah before I came here. So I will tell you some of the things I say inshallah for now.

    My colleague at DWRC, Rula, who I was supposed to be working with shoulder-to-shoulder all summer was diagnosed, out of nowhere, with cancer. She was one of Eliza’s favorite, most beloved co-workers at DWRC last summer. In fact, when Eliza first got to Palestine she stayed with Rula’s family. Inshallah Rula will come back to work, but I know this won’t happen.

    And my favorite place in Palestine, quite possibly my favorite place on earth, has been living under a military curfew for over a week. Ni’lin has been completely occupied by the Israeli military. All the entrances have been sealed, people cannot leave the village to get to work, shopkeepers cannot open their shops, women cannot buy the necessities they need for the kids who melt my heart. You are not allowed to walk in the streets. Hindi has stayed at his family home in the village to shoot video for Al Jazeera International and network with international media, who have actually been fantastic at drawing attention to the severity of the situation in Ni’lin.

    On Saturday my friend Emma and I were allowed entrance into Ni’lin, despite the military curfew. The villagers had planned a demonstration for Saturday at 6 P.M. They had planned to break the curfew to fly 200 Palestinian flags over the construction site of the wall. This never happened. I can’t properly explain what did happen, so I won’t even try. What I will say is that for a long period of time it didn’t look like Emma and I would be leaving Ni’lin, but eventually we did leave and now I just hope we can still go back.

    Inshallah, tomorrow a group of us from Ramallah will be allowed to enter the village to bring food relief and medical supplies. Inshallah the people of Ni’lin can have a normal life.

    Please join the Ni’lin Village Facebook Group
    http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/group.php?gid=18853218651

    Read more about Ni’lin
    http://www.nytimes.com/reuters/world/international-palestinians-israel-barrier.html?_r=2&oref=slogin&oref=slogin

    http://english.aljazeera.net/news/middleeast/2008/07/2008769287944940.html

    http://www.maannews.net/en/index.php?opr=ShowDetails&ID=30351

    View all my photos of Palestine
    http://www.flickr.com/photos/27122280@N02/

  253. HEEDING THE CALL OF THE BANDHAS?

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    I had this great idea. I was going to go to Kathmandu to meet with several elections experts to do some networking for COCAP and to elicit their help with a joint proposal we’re working on locally. I had meetings scheduled, ideas to run by them, and was ready to go. Unfortunately so far, it is all for naught.

    For almost a week now I’ve been prevented from traveling to Kathmandu (or even to either of the “nearby” cities from where I could fly) due to 3 different bandhas. These bandhas are in multiple cities, called by 3 different groups, and cumulatively they shut down all movement in the entire country.

    As inconvenient as this has been for me, there have been serious ramifications particularly in Eastern Nepal as well as across the country. Trucks filled with vegetables are rotting, fuel shortages are occurring, grooms and their families are being prevented from traveling to their waiting brides, and colleagues at my organizations have been prevented from attending various skill building and program related trainings.

    Several questions logically spring to the western mind. Why don’t they just drive around a different route that isn’t blocked? “Why isn’t some law enforcement body stopping these groups from shutting down the roads?” What can be done to make these bandhas stop?

    Unfortunately, in the Nepalese context the answers are less than straightforward.
    People don’t use alternative routes to blocked roads because there aren’t any. The entire country has one major highway (which, for the record isn’t as nice as most of the 2-lane dirt roads I’ve experienced back home). They are in the process of building some alternate roads, but they are slow in coming.

    As for law enforcement, the government is hesitant to mobilize them at this point because they are afraid to destabilize things before the constitutional assembly election (some people I’ve talked to also theorize that certain members of the government actually want the violence to escalate and the country to destabilize because that provides a political advantage).

    I’ve asked my Nepalese colleagues how they think this situation should be addressed. They emphatically believe that at heart of the issue is the need for “inclusion” in Nepal’s political life. If those in power were seriously in dialogue with representatives of these groups they would not have to resort to these means to try to make their voice heard.

    Essentially, my colleagues disagree with the methods (and particularly the violence) of these groups but they fundamentally relate to the issues they are raising. They believe that if the government would sit down and listen to the demands of the groups, the bandhas would stop and there would be a possibility of actually addressing the pressing issues they are trying to raise.

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  254. Video Diary 1.5 VISA!

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    While waiting for my visa, I shared the work that Vikalp does to promote women’s rights in India with the women in my family.

    It is a beautiful connection; a bridge between strong women from Wisconsin and strong women in India.

    I asked all of the women in my family to share one word that represents women’s rights to them. Here’s what they said… 

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    I woke up to the chant of a group of children rallying to improve the environmental condition of Nepal on the occasion of World Environment Day. I got up and walked to the balcony to get a closer look. This was a group of around fifty children, around eleven to fifteen years of age, united in an attempt to demand a cleaner and safer future for themselves: an option that more than half of the children in Nepal cannot pursue, due to poverty, illiteracy and a horrendous form of modern slavery: bonded child labor. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n

    A report by the International Labor Organization states that over three million children are employed in Nepal, mostly in the rural, poor regions. While the Nepalese government has recognized bonded child labor as illegal and punishable by law, the lack of prosecution has curtailed the attempts of organizations that seek to combat the crime. As a Peace Fellow for the Advocacy Project, I will be working with Backward Society Education (BASE)<\/a> , situated in the western Terai region of Nepal. BASE works to eradicate poverty, illiteracy and discrimination against marginalized communities. Uprooting child bonded labor is one of BASE\u2019s main goals and it strives to achieve it persistently. Founded by Dilli Chaudhary, a Peace activist who has done remarkable work in freeing other marginalized communities including kamaiyas<\/i> and kamlaris<\/i> from bonded labor, BASE is now recognized as one of the most prominent organizations in Nepal. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n

    In the ten-week period of the Fellowship, I will be doing my part in helping BASE end the practice of child labor exploitation in Nepal. I will be collaborating with two other Fellows who are assigned to work at Society Welfare Action Nepal (SWAN)<\/a>  and CONCERN, other NGOs in Nepal that work for the same issue. We will be working together to create a proposal that demands strict prosecution of the offenders of illegal child labor, while strengthening rehabilitation options for the rescued bonded children. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n

    I feel very determined about undertaking the journey of putting an end to one of the worst cases of human rights violation. While I am aware that the journey is going to be a tough one, considering the high level of corruption in the country and lack of sustainable alternatives for the bonded children, I believe that unearthing the root cause of bonded child labor will substantially ease the process of legalizing prosecution. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n

    I am very thankful to the Advocacy Project for making me a part of an endeavor that can potentially change the lives of millions. I am very excited to work with the two other fellows Katerina Canyon<\/a>  and Sugam Singh<\/a> , and hope to succeed in our journey to give voice to the voiceless!  <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n

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  255. JOLLY OLDE ENGLAND

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    Due to technical difficulties (yes, they even have them in developed countries) these blogs are about 4 – 5 days behind real time.

    Greetings everyone (yes, you can all let go that collective breath you’ve been holding over my safe arrival in the UK). I arrived to a sunny, steamy England yesterday (so happy I threw that extra wool sweater in my bag). My host from UKAGW was waiting for me at the airport—equally sunny in her crisp yellow blouse and sparkling sunglasses. Off we zoomed down the motorway during which I spent a good deal of time clutching the car door because although my brain understood this was England and they drive on the other side of the road, my body did not.

    To take my body off my mind, I tried the proverbial small talk and asked my host where she was from. To which she slowly (and patiently) replied, “well, I suppose we’re from Lancashire… But of course we didn’t stay there, you know? We traveled.” (Ah yes Lynne, thus the term “Travellers.”) Needless to say, I am now safely ensconced in the English countryside, not too far from the village of Frodsham (and yes, it’s as quaint as it sounds). My host’s home sits on a small lake with England’s oldest forest, Delamere, ringing the other side—all quite tranquil. Her son and his family live just down the road and already the grandchildren have been over to say hello. They are lovely kids: interesting, polite, and full of questions—the first of which found me explaining that no, it was not common practice for Americans to book their pets into five-star hotels (hm, I think I have Paris Hilton to thank for that misconception).

    And who or what do I have to thank for my own misconceptions about what I would encounter here? Certainly I had them or else I wouldn’t be surprised by anything and already I am: by the warmth and kindness of my host; by her welcoming family and the genuine affection they seem to have for each other; by placing their trust in a stranger when clearly their history of discrimination suggests they have not had the same trust placed in them. I am sure the list will grow in the coming months. Until then, it’s tea time.

  256. BUNNIES FOR GAZA

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    I have only been at work for a week and I already feel like I have done more than I do all semester (Arabic homework excluded). The DWRC is working on so many projects right now that there is very little time to bring me up to speed on everything. Rather, I have been thrust right in the middle of the Palestinian policy debate regarding occupation, economics, organizing, and labor rights.

    My first day started out with assisting in the finalization of an open letter to be submitted to the UN High Level Conference on World Food Security. Dr. Hamdi, Coordinator of Legal Research at DWRC, is also the Director of the Global Call to Action Against Poverty (GCAP) in Palestine. In Palestine, food relief is not enough. Eradicating the food insecurity problem will only come through the change in the policies that have created it. Poverty and food insecurity in Palestine is not due to production. Palestinians are more than capable of taking care of themselves but are limited in their ability to achieve this because of the effects of living under occupation. Agricultural production and access to markets in Palestine is dependent on Israeli policies, and food insecurity stems from this systematic separation of Palestinians from their fertile land.

    This past week, I attended two meetings the DWRC held with US based groups visiting Palestine to assess the situation on the ground and learn more about the contributions DWRC has made to eliminate unemployment, organize, and train the Palestinian work force. In both meetings, the groups were really shocked to hear how the standard of living, if you can even call it that, in Gaza has deteriorated. In the US, all our news about Gaza is politically motivated and doesn’t properly explain the humanitarian crisis there.

    The DWRC has an office in Gaza, but everyone in my office in Ramallah keeps telling me how our colleagues there have their hands tied. Many of our colleagues in Gaza are unable to get to work. Due to the Israeli closure of Gaza’s borders, and the complete shut down of exports and imports, Gaza hasn’t received a fuel shipment since April 2, 2008. My supervisor, Carine, told me that people are running their cars on cooking oil, which has serious environmental ramifications, and as a result you need to wear a mask or cover your mouth when you walk down a crowded road. In the past, DWRC has run emergency unemployment projects in Gaza, but because of the Israeli siege, the DWRC cannot properly plan or implement any projects in Gaza to organize unemployed workers or alleviate the suffering there. This past year, 95% of the private sector closed down due to the inability to import raw materials for manufacturing, and then export a finished good. In Gaza, 700,000 people have lost their jobs. Over 1 million are dependent on UN food relief.

    Here in Ramallah, which can sometimes feel like a bubble, it is hard to imagine this. Ramallah is a bustling society with markets everywhere you turn. There are tons of construction sites and beautiful buildings and views and tons of people who are just as busy as me. When I get home from work, there are always elaborate dinner plans that include all of my roommates, their friends, and tons of conversation and laughter. There is also an abundance of laptops, digital cameras, and other electrical devices in our living room, and everyone is always confused about which electrical cord belongs to who.

    Yesterday my roommate Anan bought me a baby bunny. On the corner by our house they sell rabbits for consumption, which shouldn’t bother me at all, except for the fact that I had a pet bunny as a child, and ahibtu arnaaby ktheeran (I loved my bunny a lot). So now, in addition to several roommates and friends, and tons of electrical appliances for communication and information facilitation, our house contains Mish Mish Ahmadinejad, my black and white baby bunny.

    With Mish Mish in my lap, we discussed the potential sustainability of a rabbit farming project in Gaza. They are definitely easy to grow, multiply quickly, and provide adequate nourishment. But we identified two problems: there is not enough produce to feed people, much less the bunnies, and then there is the problem of getting the bunnies in. Even bunnies as cute and harmless as Mish Mish are turned away at the border into Gaza.

  257. Better late than never!

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    What an incredible (exciting, adventurous, overwhelming, amazing) opportunity I’ve been given! I discovered just two short weeks ago that I was accepted as a Peace Fellow for The Advocacy Project working with Vikalp Women’s Group in Gujarat, India.

    Is this real?

    In those two weeks I had to prepare (leave my job, move out of my apartment, say goodbye to family and friends) and fly to Washington D.C. for weeklong training. Although short timing, it couldn’t have possibly been better. During training I was fortunate to meet Indira and Maya, co-directors of Vikalp, in New York. They both greeted me with a huge hug. Their incredibly warm, gentle, peaceful presence instantly eased any worry I had. I was able to share a cup of tea with them and discuss what we will be working on this summer.

    Vikalp helps marginalized women from the Tribal and Dalit communities who have enormous difficulty accessing the legal system. In addition, Vikalp assists transgender people, particularly female to males, facing harassment, prejudice, and even violence from their own families.

    This year Vikalp aims to open three shelters in urban areas providing refuge to women experiencing domestic violence and harassment based on gender. These shelters will help women understand their rights, find employment, and will refer them to skills training. Women would be accommodated sanctuary in the shelters for approximately three months.

    My biggest goal for this summer is working alongside Indira and Maya in making Vikalp’s visions a reality. I will be visiting beneficiaries; securing locations for courts and shelters; developing proposals; and seeking funds to support these projects. In addition, I look forward to working with tribal women artists to create pieces for an advocacy quilt that will be displayed by AP and others to promote the work of Vikalp.

    Being accepted as a Peace Fellow meant picking up everything and making some major changes in my life – changes I am both excited and ready for. I certainly have my work cut out for me and although I am leaving training with a clear plan of what I’ll be working on… I’ve been advised by previous fellows to be prepared for plans to change at any moment and to be as flexible and adaptable as possible! I am eager to head off to Gujarat in a few weeks (fingers crossed for the arrival of my visa!). 

  258. AHLAN WA SAHLAN

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    I am finally settled in Ramallah and I must say that of all the Advocacy Project Fellows this summer I am definitely the luckiest one. I am replacing my dear friend Eliza’s position as a Peace Fellow with the Center for Democracy and Worker’s Rights (DWRC) here in Ramallah. Thanks to Eliza’s work last summer, I have been welcomed with open arms. And thanks to Eliza, I had everything figured out before I arrived. Eliza’s roommate from last summer has arranged almost everything for me. I can’t really explain what it was like to finally meet him. Between endless hours of G-Chat over the past 3 months (which included some much needed help with my Arabic homework) and everything Eliza has told me about him, it was like being reunited with someone I already knew and loved. At the DWRC, everyone wanted to talk to me about Eliza. “Sadeeqa Eliza, Sadeeqa Eliza” (which means Eliza’s friend) is all I heard for the first hour of my first day on Thursday. And so, because I am Eliza’s friend, I have been welcomed with open arms.

    But I think Palestinians welcome everyone this way. It is nearly impossible, or at least extremely difficult, for anyone from Ramallah to have met me at the airport in Tel Aviv, or even in Jerusalem, so Eliza’s roommate directed me to ask someone to borrow their phone and call him when I got in to Almanara, which is just minutes from his house in Ramallah. I couldn’t quite imagine someone just giving me their cellphone. But before I even had both of my feet out of the cab in Almanara I was surrounded by six people asking me if I needed help with my bags, if I knew where I was going, if I was hungry, if I needed anything at all. What I really need, I told them, is a phone. Six cellphones were simultaneously thrust at me. This is Palestine. It is home to the most generous people on earth.

    I know most of you reading this want to hear about my experience with the checkpoints. I am not going to tell you about it. Regardless of whatever hassle I might have, for me the checkpoints are nothing. At the end of the day my life and my livelihood is not dependent on getting through. For hundreds of thousands of Palestinian workers, getting through the checkpoints to go to work means everything. It means the difference of a daily wage, whether they can support their families and offer their children a future. For me, the stakes of being stopped, questioned or detained are not even remotely applicable. My job with the Advocacy Project and with the DWRC is to advocate for these workers, and so it is their experience I will be telling you about.

    It just so happens that Eliza’s old roommate is from the village of Nilin. Right now, there are plans to build the separation wall through the village of Nilin, which will confiscate 2700 dunums of the villagers agriculture land and completely surround the village, cutting off Nilin’s access to schools, hospitals, markets, and of course, the majority of jobs. Nilin is a village of 5,000 people, most of whom are employed outside of Nilin. The construction of the wall will seriously jeopardize the economic survival of nearly 30-40% of the workers in Nilin, who are currently employed in Israel.

    The village has been organizing all kinds of non-violent protests against the wall for the past two weeks, which included calling for a general strike. Today, which is Friday, we went to Nilin for a demonstration. Close to 300 people prayed on the land that belongs to them, and their fathers before them, and then walked up to the site of where the wall will be built. Along the way, there were black pits of soot from where the Israeli Army has already started burning the olive trees. It is an incredibly difficult situation, there is no good way to describe what the people of Nilin will face if they lose their livelihood to the wall.

    But in Palestine, even in the most compromising situations, there is always hope. In Nilin, I made my new best friend, a third grader who attends primary school in Ramallah where her father works. Her English and my Arabic are on the same exact level, and so we sat under a 100 year old olive tree exchanging new words and email addresses. When I got back to Ramallah she had already sent me an invitation to chat. And so, here in Ramallah, in Nilin, in all of Palestine despite everything else there are always these beautiful things, these things, in the words of Darwish, that make life worth living.

  259. ROMA: THEIR LAND. THEIR RIGHTS. MY HELP?

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    I have the great privilege of working with the United Kingdom Association of Gypsy Women (UKAGW) this summer. They are a small, but mighty, organization that campaigns for the rights of UK Travellers and European Roma. My main objective is to support them in their mission to combat the European-wide practice of evicting Roma and Travellers from their land and homes.

    The problem of evictions is close to my heart, having spent the last year of graduate school researching a related topic: the displacement of minorities and low-income populations in North America due to gentrification. Having said that, I want to be careful not to draw too many parallels–especially at this early stage–between the situation of European Roma and Travellers, and the situation of different groups in North America. Yet, it is impossible to deny the shared theme of discrimination and oppression that exists for both groups.

    I am excited and nervous about working with UKAGW. Most of my background is academic, and thus, theoretical. Putting theory into practice will be an interesting challenge. I know I will learn a great deal from the women at UKAGW and from the people they serve which will be a tremendous help to me, an ultimately, I hope, to them. After all, it is in the sharing of information and stories that one finds common ground and the strongest bridges are built.

    Speaking of bridges, another overarching focus of my internship is to help create a network of the different Roma advocacy groups across Europe and the UK. While I am not entirely clear on how best to obtain this objective, I am clear on what my objective is: helping UKAGW and other Roma advocacy groups make sure their voices are heard. These groups are typically those with the quietest political voice and I am eager to help pump up their volume!

    That’s it for now, more thoughts to come as my departure date (June 8) draws nearer.

  260. GETTING STARTED

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    Three years ago, a Polish newspaper, Gazeta Wyborcza, republished a story originally written in 1989 about a young boy who wanted to become president. The story highlighted the atmosphere of the time: young Poles were enthusiastic and optimistic. The time was one of excitement, with Poles looking forward to the promises of life in a democratic society. A reporter for Gazeta Wyborcza tracked down this boy over fifteen years later to see whether his outlook had changed. Today, this same boy, once so full of ambition, is apathetic. The boy who once dreamed of becoming president now wants nothing to do with politics and is uncertain of his future.

    Poland is not alone in this regard. Throughout the entire ex-Communist bloc, the possibilities of democracy were replaced over the years by political back-biting, economic difficulties, and inter-ethnic tensions. Macedonia, while spared the large-scale bloodshed of other former-Yugoslav states, has seen its share of political difficulties. While there are signs that conditions are improving, such as the increase in rights for ethnic Albanians that followed the Ohrid Framework Agreement, voter turnout remains low, as does participation in civil society. Even as Macedonia takes steps to join the EU and NATO, indifference among young people is common.

    In the very short time I have in Macedonia, I hope that I will be able to help the Youth Cultural Centre in Bitola develop and expand outreach for its youth volunteerism program. It seems like such a small step, but I am optimistic that organizing and promoting cultural activities for young people is a step in the right direction.

    Of course, like any other student intern, I am experiencing the gamut of emotions in preparing for my work this summer. My mood fluctuates from nervousness to excitement. I also harbor no illusions. Ten weeks is not a lot of time for an American who does not speak the local languages or even understand the complexities of Macedonian society to combat apathy. But I am willing to try.

     

  261. HERE I GO!

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    The countdown has begun. I’m leaving for Nepal in a few days. I’ve been doing strange things like having trouble falling asleep and waking up before my alarm goes off. These are not typical behaviors for me, especially considering just a few days ago I finished a grueling semester and my sleep reserves have definitely been depleted. The only logical reason: I’m excited (and honestly, a little nervous too).

    The issue weighing on my mind most at the moment is the fact that I’ll be going off to the remote town of Gaighat. I have only been able to locate it on one map and it isn’t mentioned in any travel books. Gaighat is in southeast Nepal, in the Terai region. Though some reports indicate the “southeastern Terai” is the most currently unstable area of the country, that information is not what causes my nerves.

    Naively or not, I am more concerned about the particulars of my daily life than my physical safety in the larger picture. I am looking forward to knowing where I will be staying, if there will be consistent & reliable internet access, and how long the trip will be to Kathmandu – essentially, I want to wrap my head around (and emotionally prepare for?) how isolated I’ll be. Luckily, I’ll have a solid few days in Kathmandu to figure much of this out before I head off.

    I am also constantly musing about how and if I will be able to integrate into the work being done by COCAP and NESPEC (the two NGOs I will be working with). Will I really be able to make any meaningful contribution during the short time I am there? I understand and whole heartedly agree with the mission and methods of The Advocacy Project; particularly their focus on sustainability and providing local NGOs with tools to use at their discretion to empower civil society. Meanwhile the skeptic in me wonders how this excellent theory will transfer into practice, and if there is anything I can do to facilitate that process.

    To balance out the gloom, I also feel enormous excitement revolving around this far-flung placement with so many unknowns. The Terai is reported to be one of the most politically interesting regions of Nepal with great diversity and subsequently, some of the greatest challenges to long term peace. There is no doubt the region itself will add richness and complexity to my experience.

    The flip side of the possible isolation is the inconceivable potential to come to know an area largely unexplored by Westerners. I have the chance to learn everything I can about the area and hopefully serve as a resource – both for locals and Westerner travelers or NGOs who do not have much experience there.

    And beyond all that, as my Berkeley professor pointed out, I may get to wake up every morning with a direct view of Mt. Everest! Could that magic really come true?

    Thus, with my bags almost packed, my vaccinations done, and my first aid kit stocked, I guess there is only one thing left to do…..

    Remind myself to stay flexible, trust it will all work out, take a deep breath, close my eyes, and……

    JUMP!!

  262. AN INTERVIEW WITH DOCUMENTARY FILMMAKER SHELLEY SAYWELL

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    In Devil’s Bargain, Saywell tracks the global small arms trade. Through the film, she illustrates the need for an international treaty to end the illegal flow of small arms, which fuels war and results in massive death and destruction.

    Based in Toronto, Shelley Saywell established Bashari Film Productions Inc. in 1987, to produce documentary films that focus on issues of human rights. Through her films, she hopes to provide people with a perspective they might not otherwise receive, introducing the world to individuals both suffering from human rights violations and causing them.

    Saywell, who has been honored with UNESCO’s Gandhi Silver Medal for Promoting the Culture of Peace in 1997 and an Emmy in 2001 for Outstanding Investigative Journalism, was kind enough to participate in an interview with me, the questions and answers of which are below.

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    In your film, Devil’s Bargain, you focus for some time on violence (and rape) against women committed by soldiers in war-torn countries. Do you think that the access these soldiers have to firearms empowers them to commit such crimes?

    Absolutely I do. In 1995 I made a film about rape as a weapon of war focusing on rape in the Balkans, and small arms and light weapons were a major contributor to that terror campaign. Women have no hope against armed men who have become inured to the violence and use the gun as a symbol of power and masculinity. I asked why rape had become so prevalent in war and “soft conflict” zones, and the answer was “rape inflicts maximum pain”, and therefore is the most powerful attack mechanism – with the least amount of risk to the perpetrator. The proliferation of guns, easy for any kid to use, have made this a daily occurrence in places like the Congo – where many women have been raped multiple times, Somalia, Darfur, and too many other places.

    Taking it back to a domestic context (and one which applies to non-war torn countries), do you think that individuals that are abusive and that have access to guns are empowered by their firearms, and thus more abusive?

    I believe that. I am making a film about domestic violence in the immigrant South Asian/Arab community here. In two of the stories I’m following the father/brother killed with a gun. In one case, the gun he used was being “stored for a friend”, in another – a cabbie, shot both of his daughters multiple times. Before that, he’d threatened them and their mother, shot out windows and car tires. He might still have killed them without the gun, but the link of its possession to his violence and anger can’t be overlooked. He felt powerless in our society, and the gun was a symbol of power to him according to his wife.

    I made another film years ago called Angry Girls about girls and violence in Toronto. I was shocked to learn that the majority of the teenage girls I was following had witnessed or experienced the death of a friend or family member by gun violence. We are talking about the life of high school girls in many poorer neighbourhoods in Toronto.

    I’ve had a lot of individuals comment to me that for the Disarming Domestic Violence campaign to focus solely on women is unfair and biased. Statistically, men make up the majority of perpetrators in cases of domestic abuse. In addition, they also own the majority of firearms. When you were filming Devil’s Bargain, did you come across many women involved in the illicit trade of small arms (because there were none featured in the film)? If so, what were their roles?

    There were no women involved in the illicit trafficking of weapons that I found. That isn’t a scientific survey – but there were no female arms dealers that came across our radar, and we spent a year researching and reading reports before we began filming. I think stats would bear out that this is predominantly a male game. There were women involved in sales and PR for the big gun shows and “legal” trade, though much fewer than men.

    Do you think the benefits of a screening process such as the one in Canada’s Firearms Act outweighs whatever the administrative/enforcement costs may be?

    Yes. When we measure COST we have to remember what these weapons do, in terms of individual terror and social instability. When I grew up we never heard of gun violence in Toronto – that was New York or Detroit or somewhere else. Now guns are becoming endemic. We need to spend whatever it costs to try to control and register legal guns – so that the illicit trafficking can be monitored and stemmed.

    Individuals who legally own their firearms and use them for sportsmanship purposes complain that it’s unfair to hold law-abiding citizens responsible for the protection of others through the Firearms Act and the registry. How would you address this?

    If you own a firearm legally, then you should appreciate and support the necessity of having strict controls. I never understand the attitudes – especially of Americans with their Second Amendment rights – who believe binding gun laws and international treaties will somehow impinge on their rights. All you have to do is look at a failed state like Somalia, where the law IS the gun, to know what the worst case alternative is. The Registry is essential.

  263. AN INTERVIEW WITH DETECTIVE RICK HAWES, PEEL REGIONAL POLICE

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    This week I was lucky enough to meet and talk with Detective Rick Hawes of the Peel Regional Police in Ontario. Detective Hawes has been a police officer since 1978 and for the last four and a half years, has been the Coordinator for the Family Violence Unit.

    As part of his position, Detective Hawes holds multi-day classroom seminars for officers on how to properly handle domestic dispute calls, as they are much different from other situations to which officers respond.

    Talking with Detective Hawes solidified for me many of the things I have learned and heard during my weeks in Canada. For example, knowledge of a firearm in the home makes it more difficult for a victim of domestic abuse to seek help and leave their abuser, as firearms act as tools of intimidation and work to induce fear. In fact, on the question form victims are asked to complete when officers respond to a domestic call, six out of the twenty-eight questions are related to firearms and licensure.

    In addition, exiting an abusive relationship is not as simple as just making the decision to leave and leaving. Often times, there are elements involved in abusive relationships that prevent victims from seeking help, such as children, housing, or financial dependency.

    When I asked Detective Hawes about the registry included in Canada’s Firearms Act, he asserted that it is helpful in eliminating the guessing game of whether or not households to which officers respond have firearms.

    Although cautious officers responding to calls never assume that a home is free of firearms even if the registry has nothing on record (especially with the rise of unregistered firearms by once legal owners), Detective Hawes views the registry as a very useful safety tool for both officers and victims. The only substantial argument Detective Hawes has heard against the Firearms Act relates to cost and according to him, it is hard to put a price on public safety.

    Detective Hawes also views the Firearms Act as an aide to the Justice of Peace throughout the court process against perpetrators of domestic abuse. During the bail hearing, if it is revealed through the registry that more firearms are registered to the perpetrator than officers were able to seize, the perpetrator will be held until they are all accounted for.

    Additionally, during the court process, the firearms license of a perpetrator is seized and put on review, prohibiting the individual from owning or acquiring any type of firearm. Clearly, these measures act to safeguard victims from further violence through the use of a firearm.

    I stated above that I was lucky enough to spend time talking with Detective Hawes; this is because during my time in Canada, I have not met anyone more dedicated to tackling the issue of family violence. Not only does Detective Hawes work with officers to help them understand the complexities of domestic abuse, but he also works with the community to help prevent abuse from ever taking place, and prioritizes victim safety. I am very grateful to the time Detective Hawes was willing to spend with me, and find his commitment to prevent and end domestic abuse admirable.

  264. ON THE ACCUSATION OF CENSORSHIP

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    I arrived in Canada as a fellow with the Advocacy Project under the false hope that people who disagree with me would at least listen to what I have to say, respecting who I am as a person. Boy was I wrong.

    I was invited by a member of CanadianGunNutz.com to participate on the pro-gun website in a discussion thread regarding gun control. The member invited me through the following statement: “If you are interested in having a discussion over why my colleagues and I think the Canadian system of gun control compromises public safety, please, come visit us on our website. One of your posters already posted the link. I’ll even start a thread for you in our political discussion forum (In the “Firearms Politics” section).”

    So, I registered with the website; after all, I had been invited to. I found thread discussions dedicated to each one of my entries, and one entitled ‘Elizabeth Mandelman-An Open Invitation to Discuss Gun Control’. Unfortunately, many of the threads that should focus on the issue of gun control instead attack me personally, and are quite vulgar. I wasn’t surprised, as I have been receiving the same type of comments on my entries. As a result, I decided not to participate in the discussion.

    Rather than debating my opinion of gun control and its effectiveness in preventing domestic violence, I have become the major focus of attack. This is unacceptable, and undermines the real discussion that should be taking place. As a practice, I have been deleting comments that attack me or my academic integrity, and I will continue to do so. In addition, I have removed the comments of individuals who have been particularly offensive and disrespectful of my personal character, and will no longer post comments that they submit. Call this censorship if you like, but healthy debate should focus on the issue at hand and not the person advocating for or against it.

  265. AN INTERVIEW WITH WENDY CUKIER, COALITION FOR GUN CONTROL

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    In Canada, 85% of female homicide victims are murdered by their partners and in Ontario, possession or access to firearms is the fifth leading risk factor for femicide.  These reasons are just two among many that led Wendy Cukier to work for stronger gun control in Canada.

    For those of you who do not know who Wendy Cukier is, you must not be from Canada.  Ms. Cukier, in addition to being a Professor at Ryerson University in Toronto, is a co-founder and the current President of the Coalition for Gun Control(CGC).

    The Coalition for Gun Control is an alliance of more than 300 major policing, public safety and violence prevention organizations including the Canadian Association of Chiefs of Police, Canadian Public Health Association, and YWCA of Canada.  It is also a founding member of IANSA.

    The Coalition was founded in the wake of the Montreal Massacre.  In 1989, a twenty-five year old named Marc Lépine entered a classroom at the École Polytechnique in Montreal, armed with a legally obtained semi-automatic rifle.

    Lépine moved all of the women to one side of the classroom and shot them, declaring that he hated women and that he was ‘fighting feminism’.  He then roamed the corridors, entered another classroom and the cafeteria, specifically targeted women, and shot them.  In total, fourteen women were killed and ten were injured.

    The mission of the Coalition is to reduce gun violence, injury, and crime.  As the organization’s President, Cukier has for years been one of Canada’s leading voices on the necessity of gun control.  Working together with the police, health care agencies, women’s groups, and victims, CGC and Cukier have helped to lead the efforts to defend Canada’s Firearms Act.

     

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    When Ms. Cukier took time to sit down with me last week for an interview, one question I posed relates to the interrelatedness of licensing and the registry.  I explained that many opponents of the registry claim it to be unnecessary, and asked how she would explain that the two are indeed interconnected.

    In response, Ms. Cukier asserted that as Canada’s Supreme Court concluded in their 2000 opinion regarding the Act’s constitutionality, it would be impossible to ensure that licensed individuals do not give their guns to others not holding a license without the registry.  The registration of firearms helps to enforce the licensing provisions of the Act.

    To explain this, Ms. Cukier provided the example that if an individual has a license and purchases firearms without a registration requirement, there is no way to hold them accountable for those firearms or to prevent them from lending or giving them to an unlicensed person. In other words, registration results in accountability.

    In addition, if a prohibition order is placed on someone and their firearms license is taken away, without the registry, the police have no way to know what firearms they should be seizing.

    Lastly, Ms. Cukier explained that if guns are stolen after being improperly stored, owners are unlikely to report the theft as required by law. If guns are registered, in effect attaching the name of the gun owners to the firearm, owners are more likely to behave responsibly. Registration is an essential component in preventing the diversion of legal guns to illegal markets.

    Clearly, the licensing and registry provisions included in the Firearms Act are interrelated, and licensing on its own cannot do what licensing and the registry can together.  As Canada’s Supreme Court pointed out in their 2000 opinion on the constitutionality of the Act, the registry helps police officers to take preventative measures, and also aides in holding people who have misused firearms or sold them illegally responsible for their actions.

    In closing, I would like to point out that since December 1st, 1998 (when the Firearms Act was first implemented) the notification line, which allows concerned spouses or individuals to report their objections about the acquisition of a firearm by someone they know, has received over 22,000 calls.

    Additionally, and in part due to Canada’s Firearms Act, there has been a 67% decrease of female homicides by firearms; while the rate of female homicideswithout firearms has only decreased by 10%.   Canada’s gun control law has been identified as a best practice globally in the reduction of armed violence against women.

  266. AN INTERVIEW WITH DR. ALOK MUKHERJEE, CHAIR, TORONTO POLICE SERVICES BOARD

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    Dr. Alok Mukherjee is the current Chair of Toronto’s Police Services Board.  He joined the board in 2004, having been appointed by the City Council, and was elected by his colleagues as Chair in 2005.

    Prior to his service with the Board, Dr. Mukherjee served as Acting Chief Commissioner and Vice Chair of the Ontario Human Rights Commission, and was also a member of the Ontario Civilian Coalition on Police Services.  Additionally, he was an instructor of South Asian studies at York University.

    The Toronto Police Services Board has many responsibilities, including determining the objectives and priorities of their municipalities police services in conjunction with the Chief of Police, establishing policies for the effective management of their police services, and establishing guidelines for the administration of the public complaints system.

    Despite his very busy schedule, Dr. Mukherjee spent time with me talking about the usefulness of the Firearms Act not only in combating domestic violence, but also other problems such as gang violence.

    According to Dr. Mukherjee, because police officers are the individuals that actually utilize the measures included in the Firearms Act, they are best equipped and most able to comment on its effectiveness.  The Canadian Association of Chiefs of Police, the Canadian Association of Police Boards, and the Canadian Police Association all publicly support the Firearms Act.  Dr. Mukherjee feels that this should carry more weight with policymakers and the public than it currently does.

    Dr. Mukherjee thinks that there is a direct parallel between gun control, crime, and quality of life.  With gun control measures in place, fewer domestic disputes turn deadly, and fewer mentally ill individuals gain access to firearms and use them during psychotic episodes.

    In addition, a reduction in gang violence results (which is a significant problem in Toronto), and even rare situations, like guns being pulled during bouts of road rage, decrease.  In other words, gun control correlates with safety, and when individuals and communities are safer, there is an increase in quality of life.

    In fact, although the Police Services Board supports the Firearms Act, they think that it should go even further to protect society.  Among the changes the Board believes need to be made to the Firearms Act are stricter enforcement measures at the borders, and clearer marking of stolen firearms.  By marking seized firearms that may lack serial numbers, the government and police would have a clearer idea of the total number of guns in Canada.

    Additionally, the current loophole that allows manufacturers to slightly alter a firearm and market it to the public as a new model not needing to be registered (because the list included in the legislation it out of date and contained no measure to regularly update it) needs to be corrected.

    Lastly, although there has been no consensus on this, as it is more of a ‘big city’ issue, the Board believes that handguns should be banned.  They are often used in instances of gang violence, and are not used for sporting purposes.  As a result, Dr. Mukherjee asserted that civilians should be banned from acquiring handgun, and that only police officers should have access to them.

    Coming from a human rights background, Dr. Mukherjee understands the importance of equality.  He recognizes that there are many gun owners in Canada that use their firearms for sporting purposes, and do so safely.

    However, gun control measures established by the government must take into account the objectives of public safety, the protection of marginalized communities (such as those who are domestically abused), and the reduction of crime, before catering to the opponents of gun control.

    By filling out paperwork and answering questions related to relationship status and mental well-being, taking safety training courses, and registering their firearms, law-abiding citizens are helping to keep themselves, and their country, safe.

    In the following, Dr. Mukherjee shares his thoughts on the Firearms Act.

     

  267. GUNS ARE MORE DEADLY

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    ”Post mortem examinations by the Edmonton Medical Examiner have determined that all four deceased died as a result of gunshot injuries. It has been determined that three of the deceased sustained multiple firearm related injuries while the fourth succumbed from what appears to be a single, fatal, self-inflicted injury. Investigators remain confident that the person responsible for all four deaths is among the four deceased. In consultation with the Medical Examiner this is now being classified as a triple murder-suicide.”  (RCMP “K” Division Media and Communications Services news release, July 29th, 2009)

    On July 26th, Slave Lake police received a call suggesting that a homicide had taken place on a property located in rural Alberta.  Upon responding to the call, the RCMP Emergency Response Team entered the property and found four deceased persons.

    The RCMP, through their investigation and with help from the Serious Crimes Unit, concluded that Ian Jeffrey Paget, 58, shot dead his estranged wife, his daughter, and his nine year old granddaughter.  After shooting his family members to death, he turned the gun on himself, committing suicide.

    This tragic story highlights one of the arguments I have made repeatedly during my time as a Peace Fellow with the Advocacy Project: guns are more lethal than any other type of weapon.

    Firearms are designed to kill, and are able to eliminate many people instantly.  According to Statistic Canada’s most recent data, between 1961 and 2003, firearms were the weapon of choice in the majority of homicide-suicides in Canada.

    A firearm in the home increases the risk of death at the hands of a violent perpetrator; Ian Jeffrey Paget was able to eliminate his entire family, including himself, in a matter of seconds.

     

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    Statistics Canada found that three-quarters of all homicide-suicides in Canada between 1961 and 2003 involved family members, and over half of these cases were committed by male spouses or ex-spouses; ninety-seven percent of the victims were female.

    According to a report released by the Alberta “K” RCMP Division in January (the same division to investigate the Paget homicide-suicide), fifty-three homicides were investigated by their Serious Crimes Unit in 2008.  Of these fifty-three homicides, fourteen (or twenty-six percent) were the result of domestic violence and six involved intimate partner relationships.  Additionally, fifteen of the fifty-three homicides were committed with a firearm, accounting for over a quarter of the total.

    In 2006 (a report was not submitted for 2007), twelve of thirty-six homicides (thirty-three percent) resulted from domestic violence, and firearms contributed to twelve (thirty-three percent) of the total number of homicides.  In 2005, thirty-one of the forty-nine homicides (sixty-three percent) investigated were attributed to domestic violence, and eleven of the forty-nine homicides were a result of firearms (twenty-two percent).

    These statistics illustrate the need for gun control not only to reduce and prevent domestic violence, but violence in general.  Many weapons are used to domestically abuse and assault people, but none are more lethal than firearms.

  268. GUNS WERE A TERRIFYING PRESENCE IN OUR HOME

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    Working as an Advocacy Project Peace Fellow with IANSA on the Disarming Domestic Violence campaign this summer has opened my eyes to the horrible realities of domestic violence.  However, no matter how many months I spend researching the topic, I know I will never truly understand what it is like to be a victim, or survivor, of domestic abuse.

    Understandably, it has been difficult for me to find abuse victims willing to share their stories; some are too ashamed while others do not want to relive the terrible memories they have worked so hard to forget.

    One individual wanting to tell her story, though, is Donna Carrick.  Donna posted a comment on one of my entries about her abusive father with the hopes that it would illustrate the increased fear and danger brought on by the presence of firearms.

    I got in touch with Donna and asked if she would be willing to share more of her story with me.  Kindly, in order to help promote awareness of this important issue, she agreed.

    The following narrative was written by Donna.  In her own words, she describes the abuse she witnessed and experienced firsthand as a child and into her first marriage.

     

    My name is Donna Carrick.  I’m forty-nine, married, and we have three children.  Our home is peaceful. My husband and I are both writers with day-jobs.  Most would describe me as out-going and confident. 

    On the subject of Domestic Violence, in particular with regards to how a violent situation can be made worse by the presence of firearms, I have first-hand knowledge. My father was a Military man.  He was also a collector of hunting rifles and subscriber to many gun-related magazines.  Canadian-born, he was an avid outdoorsman.

    In later years we were able to honour him as a parent.  He had many good qualities – loyalty, intelligence, and a sharp sense of humour.  He was aware of his personal failings, which made him forgivable to his family.

    However, when I was young he was abusive and violent.  He often threatened to shoot my mother and even myself and my sisters.  I don’t know how my ninety-five pound mother survived those years of physical abuse.  My older sister did not survive – I lost her to suicide when she was only nineteen. 

    My father was physically, verbally, psychologically and sexually abusive to my mother, my older sister, and myself.  My younger sister denies having experienced any abuse, but adds she has no memories prior to the age of twelve, which is hard for me to imagine.  I have very distinct and sharp memories. 

    My father would strangle my mother.  We girls would lie in our beds and hear her cries for help, too afraid to move.  She was an unfailing wife and mother, didn’t drink, didn’t swear, and was raised to be a lady.  He would beat her, would put inanimate objects inside her, would call her names, and worst of all, would threaten to take down one of his guns and kill us all.  I consider it to be a “long-shot” we were not all shot.

     

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    I have a sense of humour, enjoy my life, writing, family and my work and friends.  All of that is forgotten, though, as I remember those years.  I am again a child, afraid and frustrated, unable to take any action, dreaming only of escape.

    No one can understand this despair unless they have lived through it.  When I tell these stories, the reactions I encounter are 1 of 2 kinds:

                  1-How can you say these things about your family? (As if I am disloyal.  But when my father was dying of cancer, it was I who visited him every day.  I fed him, cleaned him, took him to his medical appointments, and never uttered an unkind or unloving word to him.  “Keeping the silence” only perpetuates the abuse by enabling the abusers.) 

                  2-Why didn’t your mother leave him?  She left him when I was six, only to discover she had no family support. Her relatives felt she had “made her own bed”. My father’s employer, the Military, pressured her to return to him.  She left him once again when I was fifteen, after being beaten so badly that several ribs were broken and her face was not recognisable. She was unable to get out of bed for three weeks.  That time he actually did quit drinking and sought help for his problems.  After three months we went back, and he never hit my mother again.  Just when I was sure things were better, he was again sexually abusive.  I left home shortly after that.

    Guns were a terrifying presence in our house.  We all understood we would most likely die by shooting. I’ve heard others say that this scenario is like “living in the eye of a hurricane”, in that you never know when the next bout of violence will erupt.  On the contrary, we could usually predict the onset of violence.  There would be a false bravado, a tone of camaraderie, a heightened sense of humour in my father’s speech that was certain to end badly.

    During one of his moments of sobriety and remorse, my father allowed my mother to lock away vital parts of each firearm.  I know little about hunting rifles, but I believe it was the “clips” that he removed.  It was probably this insistence on my mother’s part that saved our lives.

    When I finally escaped from my childhood I became another statistic.  I married my first husband, a drug and alcohol abuser with an even worse temperament than my father had.  During that brief marriage he strangled me twice, beat me several times, threatened and belittled me constantly, refused to work and demanded my pay checks, was constantly paranoid and jealous and accused me of having affairs.

    One night, when we were entertaining people for dinner at our apartment, he took a large kitchen knife and threatened to kill one of our guests, then chased me down the street till I took refuge in a local restaurant.  The owner found a blanket to wrap around me and called the police.  I was seventeen at the time.

    One day I went to put the clean towels away in the linen closet and found an illegal handgun hidden there. I knew it was time to get out.  When I left, he would not let go.  I lost several good jobs because of his stalking.  He called incessantly and would show up.  One of my bosses had to call security.  It was the embarrassment that made me most depressed.  On at least two occasions, he got on the bus I was on, and the bus driver had to force him off.

    My oldest sister committed suicide when she was only nineteen.  When you spend your childhood having your life threatened by a parent with a gun, you doubt your right to live. Her death was a defining moment for me.  

    Obviously there will always be men like my father who are violent, with or without access to firearms.  However, when we take an already difficult domestic situation and add the element of firearms, the situation becomes worse.  A bullet is more “certain to kill” than most other weapons. 

    I am not a victim of domestic abuse, but a Survivor.  I understand this story could easily have ended quite differently for me. 

    I still experience the most horrible nightmares.  My husband and children tease me about them – they don’t understand why I sometimes wake up screaming for help.

  269. TYING IT ALL TOGETHER

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    The International Action Network on Small Arms (IANSA) seeks to make people safer from gun violence by securing stronger regulation on guns in society and better controls on arms exports.

    Project Ploughshares works to identify, develop, and advance approaches that build peace and prevent war, and promote the peaceful resolution of political conflict.

    Both IANSA and Project Ploughshares are promoting the implementation of The United Nations Programme of Action to Prevent, Combat and Eradicate the Illicit Trade in Small Arms and Light Weapons in All Its Aspects (PoA).

    Unfortunately, the PoA mentions gender only once, to address the negative impact of small arms on women, children, and the elderly (UN 2001, I.6). This lack of attention is problematic because it means that the PoA fails to address the unique ways in which women are affected by firearms.

    Ken Epps, a Program Associate with Ploughshares and someone who has been involved in the Open Ended Working Group on the Arms Trade Treaty, has stated that “[in] the case of small arms and light weapons, the solutions to the problem will not work without gender analysis.”

    Overall, more men die more often as a result of firearms than women, but one type of gun violence that affects women on a larger scale then men is domestic violence, especially that involving the use of a firearm. Women are more likely than men to be killed by their spouses. In Canada, the rate of spousal homicide against females has been between 3 and 5 times higher than the rate for males during the 30-year period from 1977 to 2006.

    To highlight this issue, IANSA and some of its partners have come together to launch the Disarming Domestic Violence campaign. As I have described in past entries, the Disarming Domestic Violence campaign is the first international campaign to protect women from gun violence in the home. The main goal is to ensure that anyone with a history of domestic abuse is denied access to a firearm, or have their licenses revoked.

    This summer, Advocacy Project Peace Fellows are working with IANSA and their partner organizations around the world on the campaign. I am the only fellow working in a country that already has harmonized gun control and domestic violence laws in place; Canada’s Firearms Act has licensing and registration provisions that work together to prevent and lessen the occurrence of domestic violence.

    During my time as an AP fellow, I have been working to illustrate the benefits and effectiveness of this legislation as well as the need for tighter gun control in other countries. Canada’s Firearms Act is internationally recognized as good practice and has been commended for recognizing that guns and gun control are gendered issues.

    Through the continued work of IANSA, Project Ploughshares and the Advocacy Project, awareness of the negative impacts of the proliferation of small arms and specifically their use in domestic violence, will be increased. Advocacy for the development by governments of public policies and legislation to take guns out of the hands of potential and actual abusers will contribute to stopping violence against women.

  270. FINAL REFLECTIONS

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    Tuesday morning I made the long drive back to Minneapolis from Waterloo. Not even ten minutes into my drive, the morning news update was aired.

     

    The first story reported that a woman from the Kitchener area named Nadia Gehlhad been shot in early February while at a bus stop close to her home. Waterloo police finally apprehended three suspects last week-her husband and two of his friends. The second story aired described a deadly shooting in Toronto.

     

    Over the summer, the pro-gun community in Canada incessantly argued that gun violence in their country is so low that legislation to decrease and prevent it is not warranted. This assertion, clearly, is easily challenged simply by listening to or watching the news.

     

    The correlation between gun control and domestic violence cannot be ignored, nor can the correlation between gun control and crime more generally.

     

    Domestic violence is a gendered issue, and unfortunately is always likely to be. As a result, the use of firearms in domestic violence is also a gendered issue; this is why IANSA launched the Disarming Domestic Violence campaign this summer.

     

    Canada is one of four countries with harmonized gun control and domestic violence laws. As such, Canada’s Firearms Act has been internationally recognized as good practice and is being used as a model for other countries looking to implement similar laws.

     

    It is not perfect. Nobody is pretending it is. There were cost overruns in its implementation, and some existing loopholes need to be closed. That being said, its imperfections are very small, and eliminating any portion of the Firearms Act would result in a decline of public safety and increased accessibility of firearms to perpetrators of domestic violence and other dangerous individuals.

     

     

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    While reflecting on the Firearms Act and my time in Canada, I feel the need to address the treatment I received from the pro-gun community this summer, specifically from members of CanadianGunNutz.com, described as Canada’s largest firearm trade and discussion forum.

     

    According to the pro-gun community, I was in Canada trying to take away their rights. The gunnutz community repeatedly accused me of attacking their personal freedoms, namely their freedom to carry firearms with them at all times, no matter where they are or what they are doing. If they want to carry their gun with them to run errands or even just to buy a pack of a smokes, this should be their prerogative, is what they argued.

     

     

    They told me I should be ashamed of myself based on my ‘sickening’ attempt of emotional appeal when linking gun control and domestic violence. Newsflash, Gunnutz: Domestic violence is emotional. It is horrifying and it is unfair. Pretending the issue does not exist does nothing to help make it go away.

     

     

    Not only did the pro-gun community constantly try attacking the legitimacy of my work and research, but they also attacked me personally; I have never experienced such degrading language or inappropriate behavior by people who claim to be adults.

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    What was most laughable about the treatment I received was the fact that the entire time the pro-gun community was trying to discredit my work, they were also trying to get me removed from the country. Paranoia and fear runs rampant among the gunnutz, and as such they try to ‘stomp out’ (their words, not mine) any opinion that differs from their own.

     

    Among other tactics, the pro-gun community tried to get me removed from Canada by searching for me as a registered lobbyist, looking into ways of getting my Visa revoked (I did not need one, which none of them were able to figure out), starting a letter writing campaign to the dean of my school based on my ‘lack of academic integrity’, and beginning the process of filing paperwork with the Ontario Human Rights Commission claiming that I was an American terrorist in their country attacking their rights.

     

    They even posted the link to my Facebook page on their forum and suggested that everyone try to befriend me. Making futile attempts to get me kicked out of Canada is one thing, but seeking me out on Facebook is disturbing and scary (especially when the screen name of the person posting the link is Nightmare). I was forced to take down the picture I had of me a friend laughing, because some individuals began making lewd and suggestive comments about it.

     

    I was warned before arriving that the treatment I would receive would be aggressive and mean, but I honestly did not expect it to be as bad as it was. Gunnutz.com and the pro-gun community are doing themselves no favors by attacking rather than debating those whose opinions vary from their own.

     

    While their constant attacks were frustrating this summer, their tactics of aggression and bullying did not work on me, and have not worked on Parliament. The Firearms Act was passed into law for good reason, and Parliament continues to recognize its benefits by upholding the legislation in its entirety.

  271. AND IT CAME TO PASS…

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    ** All photos in this blog from Ajaya Shah**

    You may, or may not know, I chose to take last semester off from grad school because I wanted to stay in Nepal to support and experience the Constitutional Assembly elections planned for November. Unfortunately, they were postpone, no one was sure if they would actually happen, and the time came for me to return home. Finally, a new date was set for April 10th, and as that date approached, it looked like the election might actually happen. I, along with the entire country and a large part of the international community held my breath that it would be a peaceful and fair election.

    A Guard at the Udayapur Polling Station

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    As I sit in Berkeley juggling my school responsibilities and collecting reports about Nepal from the news and via email exchanges with Nepali friends, I have become increasingly inspired and excited. Aside from a few violent incidents, the elections were relatively peaceful, and are being commended by international observers, even being called “remarkable and well executed,” by the Carter Center.

    So much of my time in Nepal was characterized by an increasing appreciation for things I took for granted at home… the rule of law, good roads, infrastructure, voting… As I look at the pictures my friends have been sending me of election day I’m reminded of that, yet again.

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    Despite a slew of obstacles, including a very real threat of potential violence, people still lined up and waited for hours to vote. When they finally did get to vote, with the simplest of voting technology, they were given a ballot not full of names of candidates or parties, but of symbols to accommodate the large rates of illiteracy throughout the country and to make the process accessible to all.

    In fact, a full 60% of the country turned out to vote – despite the rigid rules about voting in your home village, regardless of where you currently live. Even more inspiring is that incredibly, 51% of those who turned out were women! Not only does this validate all the work, done by so many people to try to empower women and help them understand the importance of their role in the process, but it serves as a testament to a profound shift in women’s participation in the public sphere.

    The Lines To Vote

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    The results are slowly coming in, with surprising results as the Maoists (the party who wages civil war for 10 years) seems to be wining by a significant majority. But so far, it seems those results are considered accurate, and are not being widely questioned. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that the grace which has encompassed this election so far is able to continue through the publication of the final results, and even further over the next few years as Nepal writes it’s new constitution.

    I’m still holding my breath, but for the moment, I want to share my excitement and say: “Congratulations, Nepal!”

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    Crowd At the Polling Station

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  273. Families Affected by Agent Orange

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    In the blog prior to this one, I explain how the use of Agent Orange in Vietnam has led to a great many challenges for the Vietnamese. In this blog, I will introduce you to one of the families affected by its use.

    Agent Orange is an herbicide that the U.S. sprayed over rural areas in Vietnam from 1961 to 1971 to defoliate trees and shrubs as well as kill food crops that were providing cover and food to opposition forces. Agent Orange contains a toxic contaminant, dioxin, that created many health problems at the time it was sprayed, and is still causing health problems in Vietnam today (aspen.institute.com).

    Unlike in the US where there are specialized Roundup cancer lawsuit centers which help roundup affected victims to get the justice they deserve. In Vietnam, the scale of effects that Agent Orange has had has made it impossible to get justice to something which happened long ago. Agent Orange has been linked to many different health problems, including birth defects in children, cancers, neuropathic disorders, acute and sub-acute neuropathy, AL Amyloidosus, Acneform diseases, chronic B-cell Leukemias, Diabetes, Hodgkins disease, Ischemic heart disease, multiple myeloma, non-hodkins lymphoma, Parkinson’s disease, prostate cancer, respiratory cancers, soft tissue sarcoma, spina bifida, Achondroplasia (dwarfism), cleft palate, clubfoot, esophageal and intestinal artesia, Hallerman-Streiff syndrome (little growth), Hirschprung’s disease, William’s syndrome, and a host of other diseases (veteranshealth.org).

    While in QuangBinh province in Dong Hoi, Vietnam, I met with several families who were affected by Agent Orange. Only in the last decade have people in the rural areas of Vietnam begun to hear about AO. Until then, they had no idea what was happening in some of the families there. Their stories were heart-rending yet hopeful, and I’d like you to meet some of the families that I met. I’ll begin with the family of Le Thanh Duc.

    Le Thanh, on right, with an AEPD Outreach Worker

    Le Thanh Duc joined the military in 1975, and a few years after the army promoted him to the Hieng Community in Da Nang. He told me that when he came there, the forest was already burned by what he later came to know as Agent Orange.  He stayed in or near Da Nang for over four years.

    After patrolling near the Da Nang Airport, he and some of his party were asked to remove a leaking canister from the grounds. He later realized that canister was Agent Orange that had been stored at the airport. In the days following he experienced a range of symptoms, including dizziness and headaches. These later faded but, he continued to work at Da Nang Airport, now known to be an AO hotspot (googlemaps.com), for over a year. He was then promoted to the Hieng Community in Da Nang, and was there for over three years. Le Thanh suffered from intermittent fevers and ailments upon his return from the war, and was formally diagnosed by a government doctor as “suffering from Agent Orange side effects.”

    Although there are no known disabilities resulting from birth defects in his or his wife’s family, his first three children were born with an unknown ailment, while the last three were born healthy. The first child was born in 1983, a girl, Le Thi Phuong. When she was born she appeared healthy. However, around age 10, she began to develop what appears to be a Neuropathic disorder that leads to paralysis.

    Originally able to speak, walk, and run, she began to experience difficulty with her speech and motor skills. Although her family brought her to the hospital to be examined, no formal diagnosis was ever made, the only diagnosis was “suffering from Agent Orange side effects.”

    Le Thi’s health has continued to degenerate until today, and now her paralysis has progressed to the point where she cannot sit up or talk. She is always prostrate, and depends on her parents to feed her and change her, as she has lost control of her bodily functions. Her muscles have degraded and she has very little muscle mass. Her back is sharply arched, something that has happened gradually, and her hands have become bent. Her family does not know if her mind has been affected, because she cannot speak or communicate, other than with the occasional smile, and sometimes she cries out. When she does this, her parents move her to a new position, on her stomach or her side, which they say is what she wants.

    Le Thi No and Le Thi Lanh

    The next two children to be born, both daughters, Le Thi No (b. 1986) and Le Thi Lanh (b. 1988), have suffered in the same way. They too were born without any apparent disorders, but as they grew, by age 10, the same strange symptoms appeared. Their parents say the disease only progresses, and there is no cure. The next three children to be born grew up without medical problems.

    All three affected children respond to the sounds of their parents voices with smiles and vocalizations. According to Le Than Duc, his youngest daughter Le Thi Lanh, the one most recently affected, can text very simple messages on a cell phone, even though she cannot speak. This may be evidence that the children still have some normal cognitive function that is masked by the paralysis of this undiagnosed diseaase.

    Le Thanh Duc is convinced that it was his exposure to AO in Da Nang that led to he and his children’s medical problems. However, he bears no ill will, preferring instead to leave the past alone and look forward to a better future, one that will allow him to better care for his family financially. It takes all of the parents’ time to care for their sick children, and AEPD has been speaking with them about a micro-loan that would help them start a small home-business producing fish sauce. This business could be run from the home, allowing the parents to continue to care for their children, while still earning some money to run the household.

    However, this will not be enough. Le Thanh and his wife do not possess the medical skills that are necessary to fully care for their children. The family lacks the transportation as well as the funds to ensure that the children are seen regularly by a medical doctor, and if complications arise, the family cannot afford the expert medical care that will be required. Le Thanh’s family is in need of expert advice, medical supplies, and access to medical care.

    Additionally, the Duc family is not connected with the parents of other children in their community that are suffering as their own do, and have little social support,. According to the outreach worker I was led by, many families with similarly ill children exist in this town and others; enough to start a community support group. The problem is, social stigma arising from having a family member with disabilities is a big problem in Vietnam, especially in the rural communities. It is especially problematic with disabilities like the ones that Le Thanh’s children have, as this disease can appear to the untrained eye to result from an illness that could be contagious.

    As a result, if neighbors and others in the community find out that the Duc family’s children are ill with this wasting disease , they would keep them away from the home and stay away themselves. This leads to a kind of “polite ostracization” within the community. Families like Le Thanh’s tend to keep their children’s conditions as quiet as possible, to ensure that they and their healthy children can remain integrated within their communities.

    In Vietnam today, there are many families like Le Thanh’s. Much more research is required regarding AO and its effects on the ground in Vietnam. The families that suffer from undiagnosed diseases, such as Le Thanh’s, need access to medical care and general support.

    The governments of the United States and Vietnam have each taken many steps toward improving the lives of those who have suffered due to the use of AO in Vietnam, but there are still many families that need help. AEPD is currently researching a new program that is geared specifically toward aiding victims of AO, a necessary and welcome addition to the endeavor to improve the lives of people with disabilities in Vietnam.

  274. A lot has Happened Since My Last Blog Pt. 1

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    It’s been quite a while since I last wrote a blog post on behalf of my Advocacy Project Fellowship, and this past month and a half – two months – has been incredibly eventful/fulfilling/stressful/worth it. Because so many things have happened I’m going to split this blog into a few posts, but I guess I should start with the reasoning behind the initial halt in writing blogs…

    Two days after my last blog post on July 23rd, Shahed and I spent the morning in the Bagmusa Cobbler Community School, just as we had spent many mornings. After finishing our work Shahed approached Dipu (a Subornogram Volunteer) and I, asking if we would like to visit the newest Subornogram School on Ramprasader Chor Island, across the Meghna River. Excited for the opportunity to profile, work, meet, take pictures, and socialize with the children and teachers at a school I hadn’t been to yet, I answered with an enthusiastic – Ugh … YES!

    Shahed, Dipu, and I left Bagmusa for the Baidyer Bazaar where we would catch a private boat to cross the Meghna River on our way to visit the school. Fifteen to twenty minutes into our ride across the Meghna I noticed a small speedboat carrying 6-7 guys rapidly approaching us, yelling out as they got closer. Once their boat was flanking ours they stayed pace and told the captain of our boat to run the nose ashore of an island we were approaching. After running our boat ashore, some villagers on this island came over to see what the commotion was about; now in hindsight I believe that the men on the speedboat realized at the time that we 1) had an escape route if things were to get serious, and 2) they didn’t want any villagers to see or know what was about to happen.

    The men on the speedboat told our captain to push the boat back out into the river and follow them. After we were a decent way out into the river a few men began to board our boat, yelling at Shahed, Dipu and myself in Bengali. I was sitting on the roof of the boat with Dipu at the time, and one of the guys jumped up onto the roof between Dipu and I, continuing to yell. At the time I believed that the men were fishermen and that we had possibly snagged one of their nets with the propeller, so I wasn’t fully aware of the seriousness of the situation. After a bit of grabbing, pushing and shoving the atmosphere calmed down as one of the older guys boarded our boat and sat down next to Shahed and began conversing in a normal tone. To know more about the boat navigate here.

    It was at this time that the second boat flanked our other side and Shahed was pushed and pulled into the second boat. Realizing that something wasn’t quite right, my initial reaction was to board the boat with Shahed to find out what was going on. My foot was kicked off the side of their boat and it sped off. Frustrated that the situation had escalated to this point, and not really having a grasp as to what was going on, I immediately began asking the guys that remained on our boat where they were taking Shahed.

    They dismissed my questions, grabbed Shahed’s camera and cell phone that were left in our boat, hopped back onto the second speedboat, and took off after the other. I told the captain of the boat that Dipu and I remained on to follow them, but he refused, heading back for the Bazaar we’d initially departed from. On the ride back my mind was racing around what had just happened, trying to piece together possible scenarios when it hit me … these guys had to be the illegal sand dredgers that I’d been warned about …

  275. Agent Orange and Post-Conflict Vietnam

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    The legacy of war, with its attendant unexploded ordnance and the use of chemical weapons has deeply impacted the country of Vietnam and most importantly, her people.

    The data on the percentage of people with disabilities are varied in Vietnam due to different survey and assessment methods. According to the General Population Survey in 2009, Vietnam has 6.7 million disabled people, equivalent to 7.8% of the general population. However, in the same year, the Ministry of Labour, Invalids and Social Affairs identified the percentage of PWDs as only 6% of the total population. Meanwhile, WHO stated the proportion of PWDs in Viet Nam is 15.3%, counting the classification of functioning disability. In addition, the disability rate of women is higher than men (16.58% compares with 13.69%). In almost all reports, most PWDs live in rural areas and below the poverty rate; environmental, economic and social barriers also prevent them from mainstreaming and participating in society.

    In Dong Hoi (QuangBinh Province), where AEPD is located, as reported by the QuangBinh Department of Labor, Invalids, and Social Affairs (DOLISA) in 2008, QuangBinh has 45,000 PWDs, in which around 10,000 are landmine survivors, 10,000 are Agent Orange victims and 25,000 are of different types of disabilities. This is the equivalent of 5.2% of population in the province, but 90% of PWDs live in in rural areas, where socio-economic opportunities and infrastructure conditions are very limited. In addition, the majority of PWDs’ education level is very low, many are illiterate and only finished primary school. In terms of living conditions, PWDs in QuangBinh are the poorest people in the region, only approximately 25% can generate income, and usually only through their own self-employment.

    The most common causes of disability in Vietnam are war consequences, natural disasters, traffic accidents, injuries at work, and illnesses like cancer, heart attack or diabetes. As a result, the spiritual and physical lives of PWDs are very difficult. 80% of PWDs in urban area and 70% in rural area depend on their families, relatives and social sponsoring. The rate of poverty of PWDs is double the general poverty rate of Vietnamese society. About 80% of PWDs are jobless, only about 20% of them have some form of employment (mostly self-employment).

    Because of the history and legacy of wars being fought on Vietnamese soil, it remains heavily contaminated by Explosive Remnants of War (ERW). Specifically, unexploded ordnance (UXO) from a conflict that ended more than 35 years ago, mostly dating back to the war with the United States (US) in the 1960s and first half of the 1970s. Millions of tons of ordnance were dropped on Vietnam, with up to one third estimated to be un-detonated. This still contaminates the ground, affecting as much as 20 per cent of the country.

    Additionally, during the American/Vietnam war more than 18 million gallons of dioxin-laden Agent Orange (AO) and other herbicides were sprayed over ten per cent of South Vietnam. Agent Orange dioxin used by the US army from 1962-1971 is still affecting the second and the third generation of Vietnamese families – either because they are living in affected areas or because their parents were soldiers.

    Dioxin is a persistent organic pollutant that contaminated Agent Orange and some of the other color-coded herbicides that were used during the Vietnam war. TCDD, the most common Dioxin contaminant in these herbicides, is the most toxic of about 419 types of similar toxic compounds.

    According to the cleft lip in new york city ny Specialists, Agent Orange has been linked to many different health problems, including birth defects in children, cancers, neuropathic disorders, acute and sub-acute neuropathy, AL Amyloidosus, Acneform, Chronic B-cell Leukemias, Diabetes, Hodgekins disease, Ischemic Heart Disease, Multiple Myeloma, Non-Hodkins Lymphoma, Parkinson’s Disease, Prostate Cancer, respiratory cancers, Soft-Tissue Sarcoma, Spina Bifida, Achondroplasia (dwarfism), Cleft Palate, Clubfoot, Esophageal and Intestinal Artesia, Hallerman-Streiff Syndrome (little growth), Hirschprung’s Disease, William’s syndrome, and a host of other diseases (veteranshealth.org).

    Many soldiers were from Dong Hoi, and returned to the city upon the cessation of the war. While they were in the army, they traveled extensively, living off the land and drinking local water. If they were traveling in a contaminated area, that meant that their food and water were likely contaminated as well, making them direct victims of the poison. This exposure led to birth defects in their children.

    Although it was once thought that Dioxins could only cause birth defects if the mother was exposed, it is now becoming clear that these birth defects can occur when either the father or the mother are exposed to Agent Orange. Male Vietnamese soldiers returning to their families after the war often begat children with birth defects (Lawson, et.al. 2004).

    AEPD has developed and applied a survivor-centric approach to people with disabilities that focus on provision of peer support, economic opportunity and social empowerment; tailored to the specific needs of each survivor. Using the peer-support model, AEPD Outreach Workers – themselves survivors of amputation and other causes of physical disability – make frequent visits to individual survivors to identify recovery objectives, provide emotional support and advice and monitor the individual’s progress.

    Since 2003, AEPD has covered 68 communities in 5/7 districts in Quang Binh province; reaching out to approximately 2,650 landmine survivors and more than 2,000 persons with disabilities; assisting more than 1,000 households with economic opportunity activities; AEPD established 340 self-help groups with more than 800 members; upgraded 15 local health clinics with health equipment and tools; and supported local health clinics to conduct more than 22 training courses on rehabilitation techniques.

    Until now, AEPD has served around 40 confirmed (by the government) Agent Orange (AO) victims. However, this number is unreliable, as extensive surveying has never been conducted, and the identification of AO victims is difficult. Victims cannot be identified definitively; at most, victims can be surmised on the basis of where they grew up and/or whether or not their parents either lived or fought in areas that were heavily sprayed, as well as by the type of their disability. The difficulty of conclusively identifying an AO victim is understood internationally-in the United States, for example, a Vietnam War Veteran need only be able to demonstrate that he was in Vietnam during the time period that AO was used to obtain financial and medical support.

    AEPD is currently researching developing a comprehensive and integrated model for meeting the special needs of PWDs who are Agent Orange victims, to help them improve their health status and living standards as well as obtain education and develop community-based peer support networks. In addition, the possibility of educating the parents of AO victims regarding the health care as well as the everyday care of special needs PWDs is being examined. Education of parents and capable victims about both the rights of persons with disabilities and local resources for AO victims is another factor.

    My next blog will highlight the personal stories of Agent Orange survivors in Dong Hoi, Vietnam and its surrounding districts. These men and women struggle every day to achieve what many of us take for granted as simple tasks. Their stories are sobering and inspirational, and I look forward to sharing them with you.

  276. Animal Rights

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    Accidental killing of stray animals is not right; the fact that it is an accident does not in any way justify or validate the death of that innocent animal. I was hurt and shocked when I saw how cruelly animals were being treated here. Every day on my walk through the village, I see countless neglected, helpless animals. Here it is commonplace to see emaciated cats and dogs, and no one even bats an eyelash over it. Not only are these stray animals incredibly deprived, but also they are constantly mistreated and abused. These are killed senselessly- a prime example being that every two years, the mayor of the village takes his gun, goes out, and shoots as many dogs and cats as he can. The reason he gives for this slaughter: they make too much noise. Killing is always a problem, never a solution.

    I wish I could say this issue is only prevalent in Morocco, but sadly this is not the case animal cruelty and neglect is rampant worldwide, especially in third world countries. Some people even believe because humans are higher on the food chain and of superior intellect, animals have no innate rights and human needs take precedence, so the cost of an animal life is beyond negligible. I am aware that animal rights is a sensitive topic in some countries, and many people will argue that people come first therefore animals rights are not an important issue. However, because one believes that human rights take precedence that does not mean that one must go to the extreme of neglecting and abusing animals. I operate under the belief that people should respect all of God’s creations, including animals and nature. As humans, we tend to get caught up in a self-centered state of mind when it comes to sharing this world that we were all given. Everything deserves respect and proper care. The Prophet Muhammad said:

    “A prostitute once saw a dog on a very hot day going round and round a well, lolling its tongue because of its thirst. She drew some water for it using her shoe, and for this action all her sins were forgiven her.”

    “A woman was once punished after death because of a cat which she had kept confined until it died, and because of this she entered the Fire. She had neither given it food or drink while confining it, nor had she let it free to eat the creatures of the earth.”

    Lack of close, personal interactions with animals is the main reason why people do not care about animals in underdeveloped communities. Members of developed communities create and maintain close relationships with animals, because they grow up playing with their pets, walking them, and caring for them. In the third world, this is not the case; they do not care for animals or empathize with them. While traveling to several third world countries, I witnessed young people beating dogs and cats, and sometimes purposefully running them over with their cars.

    All animals should be treated with respect and kindness. I believe a good solution to this problem is for individuals and governments to educate the public about the proper care for animals, and establish institutions to support animal welfare. Here are some ideas that would help provide a good life for animals (pet animals in particular):

    1. Why don’t we build a petting zoo with dogs and cats? This would help the country economically and in terms of tourism. This zoo would be a landmark and attract much attention from locals as well as tourists. Major animal rights organizations could participate in taking care of the animals by providing them with suitable feed and water, as well as healthy psychological and physical living conditions. Animal rights activisists could help with making sure the dogs are treated for sicknesses and disease like dog diarrhea , as well as helping to make sure they are appropriately hygienic for the zoo. A great example of a park like this is Japan Bear Parks. These parks take care of their animals in the same way I described, as well as serve as a source of entertainment to the public. Every day, more and more puppies and kittens are born from mothers who are already starvingand cannot properly feed them or take care of them, and these puppies will go on to live the same life as their parents. However, if we established free veterinary care and clinics, then we could really make a huge change.

    2. In some countries, people are simply not aware of animal rights. It would be a great idea if the world established a unifying organization just for pets’ rights and put their minds together coming up with ideas on how to effectively protect their rights.

    3. In other countries, the animal rights situation is even worse, because people outright do not care about animals, and actively seek to hurt them. However, in Europe and the U.S.A, people generally care about animals very deeply. This creates the perfect platform for establishing an international market organization in which we buy animals from careless countries, and sell them to people/countries that can properly care for their well being, and treat them to the way of life they deserve. I believe this is a great idea, because whether or not owning pets is looked down upon differs from one culture to another, so this international market would reach other a wide variety of cultures, increasing the chance that the dog or cat will find its forever home.

    To wrap up, I am a firm believer that every part of nature deserves relevantly appropriate rights. I wish to address this topic again in the future; as I feel it deserves more attention, because this is not an issue only in Morocco. In North America, millions of animals are cruelly packed into unsanitary, inhumane quarters daily and killed in factories.

     

  277. A Successful End to the Handicap-Accessible Toilet Facility Saga

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    GDPU members and those from the community gather to open the new bus park toilet

    Wednesday marked the end of a long process and a small victory for people with disabilities in Gulu, Uganda. Aworowinny Construction Company finally opened the handicap-accessible bus park toilet facility upon completion of its renovation. I highlighted many of the challenges in an earlier blog, which outlined last summers failure of Handicap International to oversee the work that was being done. Fortunately, thorough hard work on the Advocacy Projects part to find generous donors to this worthwhile cause, the funds were raised to make another attempt at fixing this site.

    The Council Secretary of Disability and Under secretary of Health is interviewed about the opening by a local journalist

    Differences this summer were the completely new concrete walkway over the drainage rather than the slabs of last summer that broke before the toilet was even to be opened. A toilet with running water was constructed, and an emergency plumber was employed to necessitate the bathroom with water. Look At This here things to studied before appointing or having quote with plumber. It was identical to any toilet being used in the developed world, with railings, which will allow for seamless transition from wheelchair to toilet seat.

    GDPU Chairman Ongon Simon inspects the renovated facility

    In addition to the features, the Advocacy Project, GDPU and the local contractor who is paid to clean the site have entered into an agreement to maintain access and cleanliness thus ensuring that the site is safe and accessible for people with disabilities to use.

    Here, I share a handshake with GDPU Chairman at the entrance to the facility

    The project this time around did not come without hardship. The removable cement covers that were to be placed over the holes in the walkway so that rainwater still reaches the drainage were vandalized and destroyed shortly after completion. It isn’t clear if this was done as an act against people with disabilities. The construction company was able to quickly fashion new covers for the walkway.

    The Gulu Municipal Council Secretary for Disability does the honors as the ribbon is cut

    The ribbon cutting ceremony was a great event that was attended by many members of the GDPU and those who are disabled from the community. There was also a local journalist covering the event and the under secretary of health on disability was on hand to cut the ribbon and speak to the journalist regarding the event. You can follow cheapmotorhomes for home improvement tips.

    GDPU Board Member Omona Richard is the first wheelchair user to access the new facility

    You truly could sense a feeling of relief amongst the GDPU members, as their level of frustrating over the stagnation of the project was the same if not greater than that of the Advocacy Project after coming to close last summer before the project literally and figuratively fell apart. This projects completion truly was a culmination of successive hard work by Peace Fellows Rebecca Scherpelz (2011), Dane Macri (2012), and myself (2013). Thanks also goes out in large part to the generous donors who made this project possible for the large population of disabled people here in Gulu.

    Omona Richard gives his approval

    I can’t speak enough about the power of the ability of people from different backgrounds, and those thousands and thousands of miles away from one another, coming together to collaborate on such a wonderful and worthwhile cause. This toilet represents more than just a place for people with disabilities to use the bathroom in a dignified manner; it’s a flag in the ground and a feather in the cap of those in Uganda who are so often looked down upon in their society. We’ve seen and read heartbreaking stories out of this community on GDPU blogs over the years and it’s great that once in a while we can see a positive one such as this.

  278. Catch 22 of Program Dependent Funding: A Check in with Sabita and Sima

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    In 2009 BASE performed a raid and rescue and rescued many child laborers under one its programs at the time. Among those rescued children were then 8-year-old Sabita and 8-year-old Sima. Both Sabita and Sima were profiled by a few of the former Peace Fellows (Kan Yan in 2009 and Adrienne Henck in 2010) and Sabita features in the documentary made by Kan Yan, The Price of Childhood. Typically with the children rescued by BASE would spend about a month at the BASE children’s rehabilitation center before being returned to their parents. Unfortunately for both Sabita and Seema their families were unable, or unwilling to take them back after BASE rescued them. In light of their family situation BASE pledged to send the girls to boarding school so they could continue their educations and have a safe place to live.

     

    Sabita hiding behind Sima as I showed her a clip from The Price of Childhood: a documentary featuring Sabita

    Sujita Basnet and I went to visit Sabita and Sima to check in on them at the Hindu Vidyapeeth School where they are both enrolled, and deliver a donation made by a former Peace Fellow to cover their school fees. We arrived during the school’s lunch break so we could talk to the girls without disturbing their classes. Neither of us was prepared for the angry and hostile greeting we received from Sabita. Sabita, who mistakenly thought we were BASE employees, quickly became angry and started yelling at us, asking where the money for her school expenses was and why she had not been taken to see her family in so long. Unknown to either Sujita or myself before we arrived at the school BASE, which had pledged not only to pay for both the girls school fees (which covers not only tuition but clothes, books, food and board as well) but also to take the girls home to visit their families during school breaks, had not fulfilled either of these promises for the past year and a half.

    Sabita, left and Sima, right, discussing their life at school and the Children’s Peace Home in Ghorahi, western Nepal

    Sabita began crying as she told us how much she misses her family and how upset she is with BASE for not coming to take her home as promised. After recovering from the initial shock of these revelations we clarified that we were not BASE employees but there on behalf of former Peace Fellows who wanted to help them with their school fees. Once Sabita calmed down a bit we were able to talk with her and Sima about their experiences at the Hindu Vidyapeeth School and how things had been going for them. They both said they were enjoying their time at school and staying at the Children’s Peace Home (the orphanage founded and run by the school’s Principal, Bhola Nath Yogi) but wish that BASE would better support them.

    Hindu Vidyapeeth School in Ghorahi, Dang

    I later inquired about Sabita and Sima back at the BASE office and was told that once the raid and rescue program came to a close they no longer had funding for the girls’ school fees or transportation to visit their families. BASE employee Pinky Dangi, who was heavily involved in the original raid and rescue of Sabita and Sima, took it upon herself to fund the girls’ education once the funding ran out. She personally paid their school fees and bought them new clothes. This past year she was only able to raise half the necessary amount however and now that she is away pursuing her Masters degree in Thailand she is concerned that she won’t be able to find a way to pay for the girls.

    Bhola Nath Yogi looking through the records to find out the exact amount of the girls’ outstanding balance

    Bhola Nath Yogi, the founding Principal of the school and orphanage, is happy to support the girls in the mean time, but there’s only so much he can do. He personally sponsors the 35 children living at the orphanage (which he built on his family’s land in 2005) and an additional 133 children who attend the school. He also takes the children who live in the orphanage home to visit their families during school breaks, but due to liability issues he cannot take Sabita or Sima home as BASE still claims responsibility for the girls.

    Sima (far left in gray) and Sabita (far right in pink) having breakfast at the Children’s Peace Home before heading to school

    Fortunately the donation provided this time was enough to cover the amount owed on the girls’ school fees, but their future funding remains uncertain. When NGOs are dependent on funding for specific programs it does allow them to potentially do some amazing work, such as BASE did in 2009 with their raid and rescues, but makes long term planning difficult. BASE promised to take care of these girls but given the specific project driven nature of their funding it will be difficult for them to continue funding the girls’ education. Anyone interested in donating to the girls’ education can do so here and can find more information on the school and orphanage here.

  279. Meet Shiva, JMC Social Media Coordinator

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    I remember last year speaking to a Dalit rights group in the Bara district where we were told that caste-based discrimination begins with food. They were working on a program that brought school children from different castes into one circle to eat together. I was reminded of this story when Shiva, JMC’s social media coordinator, was relating a story of when he was around 7-8 years old in school. His friends had food to share, but the teacher explained to Shiva that he couldn’t even eat with his friends, much less share food, because of the difference in caste. It stands out to me that whether or not caste-based discrimination begins with food, it starts very early. Shiva is well versed in social media like instagram, and has had multiple jobs that circle around this topic over the years. He has a great social media follower amount on Instagram, which she disclosed in the interview about how she get instagram followers. Here we are now, hoping to learn from her experience and expertise! The best way to work out how many likes or followers you should buy from Upleap to consider your target limit and buy incremental amounts to work your way towards that over a period of time. Here you will get a path social alternatives for the traffic boosting tools. There is no set limit on the amount of followers or likes you have – so why not give it a go and see if we can’t make you Instagram famous? There are many reasons to splurge out and simply buy your followers.

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    Shiva remembers a gentleman that did some work for his parents who was served food in a manner that would allow his family and this man to avoid contact with each other due to the untouchability social norms. The gentleman who was doing the work for Shiva’s parents was the father of Rem, JMC’s president and Shiva’s current employer.

    As a teenager Shiva listened to Radio Katwal, one of JMC’s radio programs, and in high school he started a listener’s club for the radio program. He remembers the discrimination that he experienced as an upper caste Nepali when he engaged with Nepalis of lower castes; although he is now told that the work he does is good. Later in life, Shiva began a career as a journalist, and today works for Jagaran Media Center, the organization that inspired him to work against caste-based discrimination that he witnessed firsthand.

    Shiva told me that JMC “created a revolution in Nepali media” with regards to coverage of caste-based discrimination and highlighting the situation of Nepali Dalits, and said that newspapers devoting editorials to Dalit issues is largely in part to JMC’s advocacy. 12 mainstream media outlets covered the Rautahat incident earlier this summer, and 45 stories related to the issue were run.

    In no small part, JMC has had a significant effect on the way that the media responds to Dalit issues. Through their radio programs and listener-run clubs like the one Shiva started they have proven that even though caste-based discrimination is learned early in life, young Nepalis do not necessarily accept it as a social norm.

    Shiva with Rem, JMC President, at a protest for Dalit rights in Kathmandu

  280. Snapshots of life in Ain Leuh Part 2, Moroccan-American Rugby game, French training under the Weavers’ Cooperative coordination

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    We are not alone Part 2
    Calm-busy Ain Leuh

    Moroccan-American Rugby game, French training under the Weavers’ Cooperative coordination

    Lakeside Students at the weavers' cooperative of Ain Leuh

    The other group that spoiled the tranquility of Ain Leuh was a group of students of the Lakeside School in Seattle-Washington which runs the Lakeside Global Service Learning (GLS). Not only did the group shake the silence of the village, it also broke the routine of our cooperative.

    In coordination with the leadership of the group we organized an Info-visit to the cooperative. This visit fits in the overall program of the GLS. On GLS Morocco trip, students learn some Arabic and Berber basics. They engage with families and work on service projects with local people. They learn about Islam and Moroccan issues and contribute to the community of a small Berber village in the Atlas Mountains “Tfesselt” not far away from our village Ain Leuh.

    Students attentively watching, posing questions and listening

    The students listened to our presentation about the work of the cooperative, its history, the meaning of its existence. They posed questions about the techniques used and the significance of the woven designs. They were fascinated by the amount of time and efforts necessary to finish one beautiful piece of rug. Students loved the products and were astonished by the low prices for which these products were sold. The great significance of the work, the beauty of the products and their low prices encouraged students to buy their gifts from our cooperative.

    Info visit by Lakeside students to Ain Leuh Cooperative

    The order that the Lakeside school placed at our cooperative kept the weavers intensively busy for a complete week. While students could afford small items such as wallets, purses, handbags and belts, leaders of the groups chose to buy rather larger sophisticated items such as the famous Hanbel of the Atlas Mountains with its various colors and designs. Our Cooperative has greatly profited from this visit and the bad month of May and June were compensated by the month July and its revenues.

    Students are interested in the cooperative small items

    Interaction between the cooperative and Ain Leuh visitors was not restricted to commercial interaction. The cooperative was a meeting place of intercultural interaction and exchange between the various international groups and local youth in Ain Leuh. We organized a spontaneous introductory rugby game between our new American friends, we were able to  play slotzo games, Moroccan educators under the leadership and supervision of the French trainer of “Terres en Melees” (see blog part 1). The rugby match was a great success, a lot of fun for all engaged parties.

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    A week later, the order was finished and the products were ready to be picked up. Khadija, Mohammed and I were invited to Tfesselt to say goodbye to our young friends. They were sincerely excited about their experience in Ain Leuh and they were happy to have contributed to our work at the weavers’ cooperative of Ain Leuh.

    Solidarity between American and Moroccan youth

    Discipline for the rugby game

    Again, our cooperative rose as a place for culture preservation and intercultural exchange. We thank both the team of Terre en Melee and the students of Lakeside school and we hope to see you, your teams and your new members at our cooperative next year.

  281. Inspiring a New Generation

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    “A great idea is one that spreads” – Unknown

    During my first week at Kinawataka Women Initiatives (KIWOI), I was met by an independent film production company from Scotland, who were interviewing Benedicta for a story about the challenges facing Ugandan entrepreneurs.

    The following week, we received some visitors from Feature News Story (based in Washington, DC) who were interviewing Benedicta for a story airing on CCTV. While my best guess was that visits like these would be few and far in between, I’ve come to realize they’re actually more of a regular occurrence!

    It’s quite remarkable how Benedicta has managed to raise the profile of KIWOI in recent years. Not only are her shelves filled with awards, but the walls in our office walls are covered with framed photos of Benedicta showing her straw products to President Museveni of Uganda, President Kagame of Rwanda and President Banda of Malawi.

    As interesting as it is to listen in as Benedicta answers interview questions for international reporters, what I’ve enjoyed the most is watching her interact with members of the local community, with whom she’s able to share her story with directly. Recently, I had a chance to accompany Benedicta and some of the women artisans from KIWOI to a career exhibition (aka a career fair) at the Nabisunsa Girls School.

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    With the help of local law enforcement or security consultants, take a look at your home and identify the vulnerable points where criminals may possibly hide out or enter. Once the weak points have been identified, the solution may be as simple as installing additional locks, trimming a few hedges or adopting a security conscious attitude.

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    Because of credit cards, people are able to buy expensive valuables such as jewelry. Nowadays, having a safe place to store your valuables inside the house is a major concern. Metal safes that were once the exclusive necessity of businesses and the upper class are fast becoming a common addition to most houses. Various safes for different purposes are being manufactured to meet the demands of clients. There are even whole rooms that are made to be impenetrable from the outside. These panic rooms are also fire proofed to provide people with a safe haven in case their house catches fire. What is the cost for all of this? Installing a panic room costs just a wee bit more than remodeling a single room in your house.

    Many of the organizations that were featured demonstrated a commitment to environmental protection in the work they were doing. For instance, at the table in front of ours, there were some local artisans showing the girls how to make paper beads using recycled magazines. Just beside us, there was another organization demonstrating how to make briquettes entirely from recycled materials.

    Then, in the center of the courtyard where the exhibition took place were members of the Kampala Capital City Authority (KCCA), which oversees city maintenance. They were standing beside three large containers – one marked for recycling, another for composting and the last for trash – and explaining how to sort garbage and maintain a clean environment. Each bin was covered with sticky notes where messages like, “Together, we can have a clean environment” and “For a safe and a better tomorrow, don’t burn waste” were written to help drive their points home.

    It was no surprise to me that once the KIWOI table was all set up, Benedicta and the artisans who had accompanied her attracted quite a lot of attention with their straw products. Within minutes, we found ourselves surrounded by a group of chatty teenage girls, each rattling off a question while carefully examining the  straw products we had so neatly displayed on our table.

    I had a chance to talk to some of the girls who visited our table and ask them what their first impressions were of Benedicta and her work with KIWOI. One commented as follows:

    “For me, when I saw her, I thought of her as being a very creative woman in that many people see the straws and no one can think of  making something out of [them]. Some just see them as wasted. But she has managed to make very good things out of [them]. She’s a very wonderful woman. And she also says she’s going around teaching young people how to make them. She’s doing a very good job in that way in that she teaches the young creativity, so [her] creation can go on and on and straw [waste] will not become a problem.” – Rachel, Senior 3 (15 years old)

    I also had a chance to talk to a KCCA employee and ask about the biggest challenge facing Uganda when it comes to protecting the environment. Her response?

    “Lack of sensitization. People are not sensitized. They’ll find rubbish there and they will say, this is KCCA that’s supposed to [clean] this, but it’s everyone’s responsibility to keep everywhere clean.” – Miriam, Data Clerk (Nakawa Division, Health Department)

    In a city where more than 600 tons of plastic are disposed of every day – most of which ends up littering the streets of Kampala and creating serious challenges to public health and safety – exhibitions like the one at Nabisunsa bring city officials, NGOs and private organizations together to reinforce a simple message: that all individuals have the ability to positively impact their community.

    KIWOI’s ability to repurpose more than 4,000 plastic straws to make a single bag is just one example of how one person’s good idea, resourcefulness and ability to think creatively about solving a social problem can inspire others and have an impact on multiple generations.

     

  282. SWAN’s song: A meeting with a potential partner NGO

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    As BASE expands and is looking for ways to enhance their child labor program they are on the lookout for potential partner organizations in Nepal.  Social Welfare Association Nepal (SWAN) is a Nepalese NGO based in Nepalgunj that also focuses on child labor. After my trip to visit the secretariat of the BAR Association in Ghorahi (as discussed in my previous blog) I met with the President and the Executive Director of SWAN to discuss the organization. Krishana Chaudhary, SWAN’s president, founded SWAN in 1994.

    Krishana believes that in order to effectively tackle the issue of child labor Nepal needs to enact land reforms. In Nepal land has always been equivalent to power and wealth. Those with land can profit from crops grown on the land and also sell/mortgage their land in order to pay for their children’s education. Those without land must enter into contracts with the landowners to farm on their land, often agreeing to pay for 50% of equipment purchases and then receiving 50% of the profits from the harvest. Lacking the money for the upfront costs landless farmers will enter into debt with the landowner and must work for them at least until they can pay off their debt. If any other expenses arise and the poor farmer are impelled to resort to loans despite knowing that secured loans do come with risks. In exchange a deal can be made to have the farmer’s child work for the landowner as a way to decrease their debt, bonding the child to the landowner (known as the Kamaiya system) until the debt is paid off. However, given that the child’s food and accommodations are tacked onto the amount owed the debit can take years, and sometimes generations to pay off. Though the Kamaiya system was officially banned in Nepal the practice continues.

    SWAN’s President Krishana Chaudhary

    SWAN decided to focus on land reforms and child labor as a way to effectively end the practice of Kamaiya by providing poor families with land of their own to work on and support their families. They push the Village Development Committees (VDC) to allocate public lands for use by needy families. They are also trying to get all VDCs in the districts in which they work to create a system of identification so that wealthy landowners are not able to use public lands for their own use in addition to the land they already own, as this has been common practice in Nepal. By ensuring public lands are allocated to those who truly need assistance poor families will be able to grow crops to support their families without having to go into debt and the hope is to prevent their children from becoming Kamaiyas. According to Krishana however, while these land reforms on paper wouldn’t be too difficult to achieve, the mentality among the politicians and powerful elites (who are major landowners) is that if you distribute land to the poor it will somehow diminish their own power.

    Photos of SWANs Kamlari program

    In addition to their land reform program SWAN also has a Kamlari rehabilitation program. Their main focus is to provide formal education for freed Kamlaris by paying for their tuition up to grade 10. The government covers some of the costs but the rest comes from SWAN, which is actively looking for partners and donations to help fund their efforts. Anyone interested in donating to SWAN’s programs can find the necessary information on their website. SWAN also helps monitor villages for instances of child labor and will report offenders to the Chief District Officer (CDO) who is then charged with rescuing the children. I have also visited the Dang District CDO and will be discussing my findings in my next blog.

    SWAN is a much smaller organization than BASE but is also much smaller in its focus. Its selectivity in programs seemingly allows them to focus on creating smaller scale, though quality programs. This expertise could serve as a great assistance to BASE and they seem like a great partner organization for projects in the future.

  283. Our Quilting Adventures

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    “Quilts can tell a powerful story. Advocacy Quilting was inspired by Bosnian weavers from BOSFAM who lost relatives in the 1995 Srebrenica massacre; they produced the first of 15 memorial quilts carrying the names of murdered family members. Quilting has allowed marginalized communities to speak out, develop skills, and produce works of art which keep their culture alive.” Advocacy quilts have been created by weavers in Morocco, survivors of sexual violence in Democratic Republic of Congo, and former child laborers in Nepal.We are attempting to try this project with the communities Vikalp engages with in Gujarat.

    Before embarking on this project, I wasn’t quite prepared for the challenges it would entail, nor the Huckleberry-esque adventures. In six crazy days, spanning over four crazier weeks, we learned a lot more than how to make an advocacy quilt. We identified the Rathwas, a tribal community based in the Chottaudepur district of Gujarat, as artisans of a gorgeous style of wall and fabric painting known as Pithora. Vikalp works in the area through a government project on combating HIV/AIDS. They connected us to Kusum, the project coordinator of the field office, and an exceptional leader; she would help us get in touch with the Rathwa community. Sounded, well, simple.

    Day 1

    After a lovely three hour drive to Chottaudepur, we get news that we won’t be able to meet the Rathwa community that day,  so we decide to explore the area instead. We find thrift stores with everything from Ninja Turtles lunch boxes and lacy wedding dresses, a temple-lake where women performed their ablutions, a Sunday vegetable market, and lots of interesting people. Before heading back to Baroda, a date is  fixed for us to go to the neighboring tribal village. We are supposed to bring paint and cloth panels, but not paint brushes, as the painters prefer using their own special paint brushes cause they always try to work with high standards like malerstaubo.dk.

    Day 2

    We set out to Nyaya Mandir (my favorite area in the city) to get paint supplies. The cloth is easy, but the paint, that’s another story. Baroda has four monumental gates, built by the regional rulers during the colonial period – we traverse through all the gates before we find what we need: the cottonwallah directs us to go to a shop at the nearby Gainda gate. That shop only dyes cloth, and so we are directed to Chapaner gate and told to ask for the ‘rangwallah’ (ask who? Is this a spy movie? Will someone know what we’re looking for? Is there a paint mafia?)  Once there, we find a guy who sells spices, who I ask rather sheepishly ‘Bhaisabbh, rangwallah kahaan miliega?” (sir, where can I find the paint-person?) Of course he knows exactly what I’m talking about and directs me further forward (while pointing towards a direction that, to me, is backward) walk past three streets, skip the fourth road and turn into the next one’ (But turn left or right? He makes a sign with his hand that looks like a U-turn). It begins to pour heavily and neither Andra nor I really believe in carrying umbrellas. As we walk down a narrow street, a group of shopkeepers seem to make wagers on where these two rather lost-looking girls will finally stop. Finally, we stumble upon a shop labeled ‘rangwallah’ in faded red paint. Mini mission accomplished.

    Day 3

    At Kanalwad village, where we are searching, yet again, for the rangwallas – the tribal Pithora artists. The car can deal with a certain level of mud, sludge, and animal related road blocks, after which we have to get off and start walking.  Through rice fields, hay stacks, dung-cakes, and monsoon streams, we make our way to Manki’s house, who will lead us to the rangwallah. Once there, we are fed glasses of delicious milkier-than-usual tea, which we are taught to sip properly i.e. from a plate. This is followed by many more house visits; we converse on topics where everything is lost in translation and found in laughter, with people so far removed from my world, that I wonder how many impenetrable planets this country can hold. This hits me when Dharmesh, Manki’s son tells me, ‘We’re so happy that you’ve come from so far to visit our homes, and share our tea. We wish it were possible for us to see your life as well’. It spoke harshly of the impossible restrictions on mobility, restrictions that are one-sided.

    During this endlessly fascinating journey, we finally find our rangwallah’s house.  He just happens to not be there. So we hang with his family, and we find his picture! The elusive rangwallah now has a face. We also find his painted wall. Just as we’re about to leave, our rangwallah walks in, but he sets a date for us to return to the village a few days later. Because… that’s just how it works. Far be it for me to question the lightening quick processes of my country.

     Day 4

    Return to rangwallah’s house, then retrace my muddy steps back to the car as paints/cloth were forgotten, then return to house. As soon as I get back, I see Andra has set up the tripod, the camera, and everything is in gear. Except for Mr. Rathwa, who has gone missing. When we find him, he seems to be finding something as well – the paintbrushes. He can’t. As the sun goes down, we head back home. He says that he will meet us next time in the Chottaudepur office, so we don’t have to make the trek to the village again. Unfortunately, our rangwallah cannot make it. Andra and I go to New Delhi for a weekend trip, and decide to figure it all out when we’re back.

     There’s good news in Part II: Searching for the Rangwallah

  284. Women in Islam

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    I have received many comments regarding my previous blog Men and Women in two different Muslim Communities, some of them regarding clarification on the subject of women in Islam with respect to Islamic Law and Islamic values. This goal of this entry is to hopefully clarify any issues, questions, or misconceptions one might have on how Islam sees women.

    Islam treats woman in a respectful way, acknowledging their importance in this world, as is evidenced by Islamic Law. Islam honors women as mothers, sisters, aunts, daughters, and wives. Islam recognizes women as not only part of the community, but as the foundation of any generation.

    In Islamic Law, both genders are held to equal status and worth, neither gender given preference over the other. Muslims believe that heaven is at the feet of your mother, in other words, the best way to ensure going to heaven, is to obey one’s mother. Islam says, obedience to one’s mother is like obedience to obedience God. Denying your mother’s orders, disrespecting her, or making her angry is considered a sin. For example, God says in the Quran, “We have enjoined on man to be dutiful and kind to his parents.” In addition, a mother’s rights are considered above and more important than a father’s rights, because a mother has the duty of caring for the children. A man once came to Prophet Muhammad and said, “O Messenger of Allah, who is most deserving of my good company?”. To which the Prophet responded, “Your mother.” The man then asked, “Then who?” And the Prophet responded, “Your mother.” The man asked again, “Then who?” To which the Prophet responded again, “Your mother.” The man asked yet again, “Then who?” To which the Prophet finally responded, “Then your father.” This little story is to illustrate that Islamic Law has deeply rooted principles that encourage and motivate Muslims to treat mothers with the utmost respect and devotion.

    According to Islamic Law, a father’s responsibility is to raise and educate his daughters. Fathers have full responsibility for his daughters. For example, it is the father’s responsibility to choose a good name for his daughter, exemplifying the close bond Islam cultivates between fathers and daughters. Contrary to popular belief a father does not have “full control” over his daughter- he cannot prevent his daughter from getting married unless this man is justifiably deemed not good for her. For example, a father can prevent his daughter from marrying if the man she is to marry is addicted to drugs, a womanizer, or known to be abusive. Also contrary to popular belief, if a man’s daughter gets divorced; her father is responsible for taking care of her emotionally and financially, if she needs it as it is dictated by most of the divorce lawyer firms.

    You need to know your rights, duties and responsibilities under the law. Only a lawyer who has been retained to represent your interests can advise you. You should discuss your issue with tumolaw.com who have interest to represent you better. How can you realistically discuss financial arrangements in separating and divorcing, if you don’t know what your rights, duties and responsibilities are? Not knowing what your rights are can result in not getting your fair share of assets, your fair share of support or your fair share of time with your children. Not knowing what your duties and responsibilities are can result in your paying more than your fair share of assets or your fair share of support. Most attorneys offer a special reduced rate for consulting services to encourage people to get advice early and often. There is no reason to rely on backyard fence advice, when you can get real advice from a qualified experienced divorce lawyer for a reasonable fee. You can look here for more information about the divorce lawyer.

    These situations I have just mentioned show how Islam puts in place rights to protect and care for women, and exemplifies how Islamic Law takes care of a woman from childhood until marriage and beyond, in fact, they give women the opportunity of getting child support if the father does not take responsibility, in most of the cases they are provided with a Child Support Lawyer.

    In addition, Islam treats every Muslim as an individual, not male or female. This individualism gives women full right to conduct business and own property independently of men, or any male affiliation. Also, marriage does not affect a woman’s legal status such as her money, property, and her name- she is not forced to take her husband’s last name, or forfeit control of her assets or estate to her partner. While this is very much contrary to what most Westerners have learned from the media, these laws are clearly stated in Islamic Law. Like I stated earlier, Islamic law respects women, and acknowledges them as equal to men on every level. For example, women have the right to express themselves whichever way they deem necessary or fit, as well as the right to manage their own money without being subject to any male influence.

    Islamic Law forbids anyone from touching a woman’s wealth without her permission. Moreover, women have the right to be educated, just like they do in Western culture. So far all of the Islamic women’s rights I have listed are exactly the same rights that women have in Western society; however this next one is a little more unique to Muslim culture: a woman has the right to continue living in her family’s home until she gets married, and no one has the right to kick her out. She is also entitled to “room and board”, essentially meaning that she is not forced to pay for her living expenses until she moves out. These rights demonstrate Islam’s absolute respect for women.

    Social life is considered one of the most important doctrines in Islam. Societal interaction is how people communicate and live with each other. While God divided people into males and females, this creation serves many purposes; one of those being to build generations over the years. Men and women could not do that without any social interaction. Like almost all other religions, in Islam men and women get married in order to begin building a new generation, and as a result, marriage is mainly looked at as an agreement between a man and a woman. Such an agreement is in the form of a written contract, the terms to which both parties must agree to. While the ceremonies and festivities of marriage are important, Islam puts more emphasis on the marriage contract- it is a sobering legal procession, and not to be taken lightly, just like marriage itself. This contract usually includes a dowry from the groom to the bride. Once the contract is signed, this dowry belongs to the wife, and never be taken by anyone, even upon divorce. In addition, this contract states the husband agrees to take responsibility, both financially and socially, for his wife.

    A Muslim husband is to treat his wife in a respectful and kind manner. Islam addresses that the best Muslim men, are the ones who treat their wife in the best way possible. Furthermore, in Islamic Law men are forbidden to touch their wife’s money without her consent. The Prophet stated, “I urge you to treat women well,” and, “The best of you is the one who is best to his wife, and I am the best of you to my wives.”

    Islam has been through many ages, stood the test of time, and cultural differences, yet the basic principles have not changed. However, it is important to note, that even in these modern times there are many Muslim countries that do not follow Islamic Law in all sense of the values engrained within it, including some women’s rights. Despite these countries that have soiled the Muslim reputation in the West, it is paramount to remember that for every ignorant Muslim, there are many more Muslims out there who apply these values I’ve discussed to their everyday lives, and stick to Islamic principles the best they can. At the very least, I hope you take away the following: In Islamic Law, women are given the highest status, and negligence of women’s rights among some Muslims should not reflect on Islamic Law itself. At the end of the day, every person is responsible for their own actions, and ignorance to the true foundations of Islamic Law is a choice.

     

  285. Speaking Child Labor Legalese: A look at Nepal’s child labor laws

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    What would you expect to happen when someone breaks the law? No doubt some notion of police involvement, prosecution and punishment springs to mind. So why is it that in Nepal there has yet to be a single successful case of prosecution resulting in the required jail time for someone violating the law abolishing child labor? This is one of the biggest questions I am seeing an answer to during my time in Nepal.

    I met with a few lawyers in Dang county on my quest for answers. I first met with a few local lawyers in Tulsipur, in their a small office space tucked away down an alley, about a 15-minute walk from the BASE office. Similar to the legal system in the states, people come to the lawyers with their case; lawyers then analyze the case and advise their clients on how to proceed. If the lawyers feel the case should proceed to court the defendant then hires the lawyers, pays a court fee to register their case and await their trial. However as I discovered in my meeting with Kishna Nepal, Secretariat of the BAR Association in Dang district, this is not the case for child labor issues.

    lawyers in TulsipurMeeting with lawyers in Tulsipur

    The Child Labour Act (CLA), established in 1992, which prohibits children under the age of 14 from working, requires that cases involving child labor be reported to the Labor Office. In areas without a Labor Office the defendant must instead report the case to the Chief District Officer (CDO). The CDO is the highest-ranking government official in a district, similar to a state’s governor. The CDO will then decide on a punishment for the offender rather than having the case determined by the court.

    While I have presented the information here succinctly I feel it’s necessary to note that in both of these meetings there was some initial confusion on the part of the lawyers about what the Child Labor Act actually is. In both of my meetings the lawyers had to look to their bookshelves and do some digging to find information about child labor laws as they themselves weren’t too familiar with the laws. In Nepal lawyers don’t have specialties so all lawyers take on a wide variety of cases, so luckily the lawyers I met with at least had the information available in their offices once they did some digging.

    looking up child labor laws in NepalBAR Association Secretariat (right) looking up child labor laws

    All of the lawyers I met with did emphasize that though child labor cases never go through lawyers or the court system, extreme cases of abuse against child laborers are channeled through the courts, but never as a case under the anti-child labor laws. For example in the case of Srijana Chaudhary (the murdered kamlari girl who I mentioned in my previous blog) will eventually go to court, but the perpetrator will be tried only for murder and not also for violating the child labor laws.

    To me this represents a major flaw in the implementation of the CLA as without prosecution of offenders the law is not taken seriously. All of the lawyers I spoke with insisted that the reason child labor cases are reported to the CDO instead of going to court is for the benefit of the children involved. They say that court cases take a long time and that prolonging a case is even more detrimental to the children involved. Given that the people who typically employ child laborers are wealthy and powerful people in the region it would seem as though this system is set up to benefit them more than the children the CLA allegedly seeks to protect.

    I’ll be delving into this issue more in depth during my remaining time here in Nepal and will continue to post my findings.

  286. WHY YOU SHOULD GIVE A SH#T: ACCESSIBILITY ISSUES FOR PERSONS WITH DISABILITIES IN NORTHERN UGANDA

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    Why You Should Give a Sh#t: Accessibility Issues for Persons With Disabilities in Northern Uganda

    The Royal Throne, the John, the Loo, the Turd Room on the Left…

    Whatever you call it, all of our daily routines involve a trip to the toilet because as the profound title of a potty training book for toddlers states, “Everybody Poops”. Our routines are so ingrained that we often do not think of how fortunate we are to be able to do our business in a comfortable and dignified place at almost any time. However our comfortable realities are not universal as anyone with a disability in northern Uganda can attest to.

    To give you an idea of the extreme marginalization persons with disabilities (PWDs) face in northern Uganda consider that in the district of Gulu there are roughly 300,000 people and only ONE public accessible toilet for persons with disabilities. Policies such as the 2006 Persons with Disabilities Act and the Uganda National Action on Physical Disability do exist as Uganda is one of the leading countries in East Africa for recognizing disability civil rights through documented policy. However there are extensive and persistent gaps between idealism on paper and reality in inaccessible living conditions. Given that there is only one public accessible toilet in the region it is obvious that filling the gaps between policy and actuality is not number 1 or number 2 on the government’s list of priorities.

     

    The ONLY accessible public toilet for PWDs in Gulu
    The ONLY accessible public toilet for PWDs in Gulu

     

    A typical public toilet in northern Uganda that is inaccessible for people with disabilities
    A typical public toilet in northern Uganda that is inaccessible for people with disabilities

     

    I would like you to imagine the following REAL scenarios brought about by the pervasive lack of accessibility as I believe our comprehension and compassion for this neglected issue can be greater understood through empathy.

    Scenario 1

    Like clockwork nature tends to call fairly regularly for you before and after work. For most of us this is hardly a second thought. However in your case there is only one washroom you can use and it is 4km away from your place of work. To answer your body’s calls you make these trips twice a day using a folding electric wheelchair in the form of a hand-pedaled tricycle over bumpy dirt roads. It takes roughly one hour to travel from the washroom to your workplace. Wheelchair ramps enable physically disabled as well as elderly people to enjoy complete freedom, as they allow users to move in and around the workplace safely and freely. It is a cost-effective and practical solution to enhance mobility. By installing a ramp, scooter and wheelchair users can access steps, doorways, sliding glass doors, showers or even raised landings easily. Access market would provide professional installation services to install a wheelchair rampe pmr in your workplace. They also help you to choose a ramp depending upon the internal and external architectural structure of your workplace.

    Geoffrey enjoying the game. Geoffrey like many other people with physical disabilities in northern Uganda use a hand-pedaled tricycle to get around
    Geoffrey enjoying the game. Geoffrey like many other people with physical disabilities in northern Uganda use a hand-pedaled tricycle to get around

    Geoffrey enjoying the game. Geoffrey like many other people with physical disabilities in northern Uganda uses a hand-pedaled tricycle to get around

    Scenario 2

    Living as a young child with cerebral palsy can provide many challenges for you and the person who cares for you. Your disability severely restricts your mobility to the point where you are completely dependent on your 80 year old great-grandmother for everything, from feeding you, bathing you, even to simply sitting upright. She is unable to afford a wheelchair for you and as a result she carries you on her back. Moreover there is no accessible toilet or accessible toileting device to assist you when you have to use the latrine. It is very difficult for your great-grandmother to carry you to the outhouse and hold you upright while you use the latrine. To reduce these arduous trips you are fed only once a day to reduce the amount you defecate.

    Gracias hanging out with her Great Grandma. Gracias is a sweet little girl with cerebral palsy who is being taken care of by her 80 year old great grandmother because her parents viewed her as a curse and abandoned her. Despite everything she's been through Gracias is still a happy child with a infectious laugh that'll make your heart melt
    Gracias hanging out with her Great Grandma. Gracias is a sweet little girl with cerebral palsy who is being taken care of by her 80 year old great grandmother because her parents viewed her as a curse and abandoned her. Despite everything she’s been through Gracias is still a happy child with a infectious laugh that’ll make your heart melt

    Gracias hanging out with her Great Grandma. Gracias is a sweet little girl with cerebral palsy who is being taken care of by her 80 year old great grandmother because her parents viewed her as a curse and abandoned her. Despite everything she’s been through Gracias is still a happy child with a infectious laugh that’ll make your heart melt

    Scenario 3

    You are a young and ambitious ten year old who dreams of being a doctor when you grow up. You realize the only way to make these dreams come true is by working hard in school. You enjoy school but you are having difficulties concentrating due to discomfort when you have to use the bathroom. The problem is that the school does not have an accessible toilet to accommodate your needs as you have a physical disability and are unable to walk. The only way you can relieve yourself is by dragging your body out of your chair all the way to the latrine and physically placing yourself over a hole in the ground with your hands. Not only is this unhygienic and degrading but it is also very embarrassing to drag your body up the steps to the latrine in front of your friends and other students. Having to undergo this struggle everyday can become frustrating, sometimes it is just easier not to go to school.

    Why you Should Give a Sh#t

    Although I only shared three peoples’ scenarios the regrettable reality is that these stories are far too common among persons with disabilities in northern Uganda. They may have been hard to hear and evoked feelings of sympathy, empathy and moral outrage which I believe is indicative of the great injustice taking place. However, the purpose of sharing these stories was not to pity PWDs in northern Uganda. The purpose was to recognize the people behind the stories, their worth, their plight, and motivate us to work together for social change not out of pity, but because our liberation and humanity are bound together.

    We all have stories just as we all have human dignity and worth. Unfortunately the platform which we have to share our stories and the corresponding value we attribute to these stories is not equal, as evident by the atrocious inequities and injustices faced by marginalized populations around the world, such as people with disabilities in Uganda. Thus, I urge you to be an advocate and share these stories. Give a voice to the voiceless. It is my hope these stories can serve as a moral laxative and help us to all truly give a shit.

    Accessibility for All is an ideal that Denish and Richard hope become a reality one day
    Accessibility for All is an ideal that Denish and Richard hope become a reality one day

    Accessibility for All is an ideal that Denish and Richard hope become a reality one day

    “Our humanity is so beautiful, but it needs to be transformed” ― Jean Vanier

    Apwoyo matek and Peace,

    Dane

  287. Girl up solidarity from Pyle in Maryland to Ain Leuh With the new sewing machine, No more dependence, We do it all!

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    Girl up solidarity from Pyle in Maryland to Ain Leuh in Morocco
    With the new sewing machine,
    No more dependence,
    We do it all!

    Setting up the machine

    The machine has arrived to the cooperative, and all thanks go to the members of Girl up at the Pyle Middle School in Maryland led by Anna McGuire. A role-model of loving, hardworking and dedicated little ladies, a great promise for a fabulous future. The committed students of the Pyle Middle school in Maryland have helped the women of the cooperative of Ain Leuh buy a new basting/sewing machine. With a lot of fun and great team-work Anna and her friends baked cookies, set up a stand and sold these cookies to raise the money that enabled us here in Morocco to buy a basting/sewing machine for the cooperative. Some of the girls, who knew stitching, even taught the woman a face mask sewing pattern, encouraging the use of face masks and reducing airborne diseases in the community. 

    When I told the weavers about the source of money not only were they touched but were also very impressed by the determination and great organization of our little friends. Anna and her group, I want to heartedly thank you on behalf of the weavers of Ain Leuh. Thank you!

    Girl up members sell cookies for Ain Leuh

    The machine is not a luxury, it is a necessity for the work of the cooperative. Its absence from the working place caused the weavers to be dependent on others. Products such as scarves and purses that need to be cut and basted had to be piled up and taken to various tailors who possessed the needed machines to baste them. Most of the time, these tailors have enough to do and the work of our weavers is not their priority.When they dedicate little time to do them, you can imagine the quality of their work. Pretty valuable work loses its value with bad finishing and the weavers are forced to sell their products undervalued.

    You can bet that once an item reaches the store of a tailor it will not leave it in less than a month. For the easy job of basting the sides of a scarf this is a lot of time! But with the new machine our weavers are independent! Once an item has been woven and needs to be cut and basted, it will also be finished within the walls of the cooperative and with the same quality the weavers care to deliver.

    Mohammed and I overtook the work of assembling the machine, it was fun but also a challenge. We did not have a catalog of instructions and with our “great experience in assembling sewing machines” we did not know how the machine should look like after assembling. Yet we made it!! We were proud of ourselves until we pushed the “On” button, the motor worked but the machine did not sew!

    Our next destination was a tailor’s shop in the village. When we asked him to help us, he promised to help and he kept his promise. On the same day in the afternoon the tailor, with the weavers and ourselves surrounded him, did the final touches and he indeed got the machine to run and sew properly. Next week, he will come over to the cooperative to teach the women how to use and maintain the machine in the framework of a two-days workshop.

    the tailor helping setting up the machine

    Now our ladies can baste their own products. No more waiting, no more dependence on others, no more devaluation of very valuable products! We do it by ourselves.Thank you Anna and thanks to your team of Girl-up at the Pyle Middle School in Maryland, we are proud of you!

    The tailor teaching how to use the basting machine

  288. Guidebooks in Ahmedabad

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    Phrasebooks are written for tourists. They contains sentences such as “I don’t want to stop at the carpet shop!” or “I have a prescription for this drug.” When you live in a place for a prolonged period your phrasebook begins to fail.

    Last week, I found myself in the city of Ahmedabad, about an hour and a half northwest of Baroda. Pryia and I joined six women of the Nari Adalat Women’s Court (NA) on a field visit as they were supporting Nirali, a woman whose divorce proceedings started nine years ago. Every month, she makes the trek to the state court in Ahmedabad where her in-laws live. Although she has a good relationship with her husband, talking to him almost every day, he is unwilling to stand up to his parents on her behalf. Nirali eventually left when her mother-in-law tied her up and attempted to strangle her. She has lived with her parents since then.

    Nirali decided to try the NA after years of support from VIKALP. After several hearings, she asked the court to help her confront her in-laws so she can move back in with them. The NA tried to dissuade her from this decision, but when she proved unwilling to change her mind, they agreed to accompany her. Nirali is confident she can stand up to them.

    “I never said no when they abused me, now I know better.”

    While this decision might be hard to understand, her choices are limited. For divorced or separated women, widespread alienation and discrimination regularly result in violence, poverty, and a lack of independence. At the very least, Nirali wants her possessions returned and the financial maintenance her husband owes her.

    When we arrive at the house, a shouting match ensues through a gate as the in-laws do not want to talk to Nirali, maintaining that the courts will reach a decision. The shouts attract curious neighbors who come out to see the commotion. Some of the neighbors are family members who question Nirali’s claim.The women boldly and patiently describe Nirali’s case, stating they are from the NA. There seems to be reassurance in being from the NA even in a community unfamiliar with the women’s courts.

    Nirali

     Neighbors “talk” to the Nari Adalat

    Telling the NA to leave

    After getting nowhere with the in-laws, half of the women go to the police station and half, including myself, stay behind. When I try to communicate, the words “neighbors”, “crazy”, or “arrest” do not show up in my guidebook so I smile instead. After about an hour, two of the women return with two police officers. We find out the in-laws snuck out of the house from the side street we were not watching. The police officers find their absence suspicious and we all go to the police station.

    There, the women solicit the advice of the Vikalp main office several times. While they might be unsure of the proceedings in this situation, their presence gives Nirali strength to tell her story, and the police officers listen. Nirali files a report that will help her document the attempt to confront her in-lawsThe police officers will try to contact the husband and write a report to the judge in charge of her case.

    The impact of our visit remains to be seen. The women are hopeful the intervention will speed the process, and the judge will have an account of Nirali attempting to talk to her in-laws. Since we were unable to have a productive conversation, our actions might seem limited. However, the greatest improvement seems to be in Nirali’s attitude. On our way back to Baroda, Nirali keeps repeating the word “daring” and saying statements such as: “I never thought I could be so daring”, “I stood up to my in-laws”, “I’ve never spoken to them like that.” Such empowering changes are the beginning of the fight against traditional gender roles that relegate women to silent bystander status. Nirali cannot stop smiling and recounting the story. She stood up to her in-laws, surrounded by women who encouraged her to voice her grievances and reclaim her life. Since the fact-finding mission, Vikalp helped Nirali transfer her case hearings to Baroda, forcing the in-laws to travel and incur the expenses instead.

    As we were saying goodbye, Jasi, one of the leaders of the NA, smiled and said in Hindi, “We give people stress, we don’t remove it.” My phrasebook does not recognize the words “give”, “people”, “stress”, or “remove”.

  289. #3: Current Laws against Gender Violence in India

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    The Women’s Court (NA) hears on average over a hundred cases a year, taking on about 95% of the cases referred to them.  Most cases have 4-6 hearings, each typically spaced 2 weeks apart, with a consensual decision arrived at the end of this period in 70-80% of the cases.  For instance, from April 2011- March 2012, the NA took up a total of 64 new cases, held 197 hearings, and went on 56 fact-finding missions. Approximately 75% of these cases had consent-based resolutions notarized on stamp paper.

    In an interesting (though not holistic) comparison, 1200 cases of domestic violence were reported to the Ahmadabad Metropolitan Court in the period from 2006-2010; the court has so far given judgment on 200, or 16%. The 2006 National Family Health Survey found that 51% of Indian men admitted to beating their wives for any of the following reasons: going out without notification, neglecting the house or children, arguing, refusing sexual intercourse, bad cooking, suspecting infidelity, or disrespecting in – laws. Comparatively, 74% of Gujarati men have justified these as reasons for domestic violence towards a spouse.

    This is the current legislation that deals with gender and violence in India:

    • Criminal Law (Second Amendment) Act 1983:  created provisions wherein cruelty to the wife was made a cognizable offense as committed by the husband or his relatives.
    • The Dowry Prohibition (Amendment) Act 1984:  created provisions that persecuted the husband or other relatives if the wife was burned or died due to other forms of injuries within seven years of marriage
    • Protection of Women from Domestic Violence Act 2006: First law specifically against domestic violence and based on civil jurisprudence.

     

    We spoke to a law firm that specializes in family law looking for their take and insight. According them, these legal instruments contain various gaps and loopholes. For instance, the focus on dowry related violence and death had been rather narrow, for it ended up distracting from the other numerous instances of violence those women faced within their homes, which were not necessarily dowry related. Furthermore, only married women facing violence at the hands of the husband or their families could claim relief under the respective legislation, thus, violence faced by unmarried women, old women and children could not be brought under these laws.

    In the upcoming posts, I will talk about some non-NA issues, including Advocacy Quilting with artisans from the Schedule Tribe rathwa community in Chottaudepur, as well as information on our attempts to help Vikalp fund an emergency shelter for victims of sexual abuse.

     

  290. Inclusive Disability Sports @ GDPU

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    Ojok Patrick leads a training session for coaches of inclusive disability sports

    This past weekend marked the beginning of a GDPU program that I have been particularly excited about and mentioned in a previous blog post. In continuing a tradition that has now spanned 3 years, the GDPU hosted their first Saturday inclusive disability sports for youth event which will now continue for 6 more Saturdays consecutively as the summer goes along. The program has 3 seasons a year that run between March and February.

    Dual shot of volleyball for deaf children and wheelchair basketball at the GDPU

    I have spoken previously about how important I believe disability sports to be and the ability for it to rehabilitate and build relationships between not just people with disabilities, but those in the community who simply do not know much about the hardships those with disabilities face. The inclusive nature of this program is perfect for those here in Gulu to express themselves through sports. Social security disability benefits can give individuals like these peace of mind and disability attorneys can assist with that. 

    A game similar to bocce ball, children with disabilities enjoy at GDPUs inclusive disability sports day

    This program now supports nearly 600 children with disabilities as well as 120 able-bodied ones who come to participate in the various sports as well. The program is free to them and they are transported Saturday mornings from their respective schools in either Gulu, or two neighboring districts of Amuru and Nwoya, to the GDPU facilities where all of the athletics take place. Teachers also come from the local schools to run the sports so often there is already familiarity and trust between participants and their teachers who have been trained as coaches here at the GDPU at separate sessions.
    Some other statistics about the program: 147 females participate, while 273 males make up the rest of the 435. The children who come have many different disabilities with 142 being hearing impaired, 95 with physical walking disabilities, 84 with epilepsy, 60 with intellectual disabilities, 41 with visual impairments, and 13 with physical disabilities requiring a wheelchair.

    Showdown, a game tailored for the blind, involves throwing a ball with a noisemaker inside to try and get it past your opponents on the opposing side

    The games being played included wheelchair basketball for those with physical disabilities, volleyball for those with hearing impairments, a form of bocce ball for those with developmental disabilities, and a game called showdown for those with visual impairments. I was naturally drawn to the game of showdown as someone of the utmost importance to me, and instrumental to my growth into adulthood, my mother, was blinded by a rare disease 6 years ago and now has 20/20 vision in one of her eyes thanks to multiple cornea transplants. These sports aren’t exclusive to the children whose disability they were designed for either. Blacked out goggles were provided for children to experience Showdown without the aid of sight.

    With no blind children present this day, goggles are used to simulate the disability for children who wish to play

    A great new branch of this program that the GDPU is starting this session is the teaching of life skills to these children. People with disabilities are at a higher risk of abuse whether it is physical or sexual, and they will be educated about their rights and measures to protect themselves from this type of unfortunate situation. In addition to this critical skill, children will be taught about the importance of personal hygiene and other life skills that apply to any child around the world whether disabled or otherwise. The program runs very smoothly as the children arrive around 9am and begin their respective sports. Athletics continue until around 11am when the students gather under the large trees here for a snack and to discuss the life skill for that day that the GDPU wishes to teach them. It reminds me very much of similar summer programs I attended as a child and it is cool to be a part of something similar but on the educating side this time.

    More great volleyball action @ GDPU

    All in all, given my intense interest in sports, I am extremely excited to take part in this program for the remaining weeks I am with the GDPU. Educating children under the guise of athletics is a great idea that will deliver results. All kidding aside, this is a worthwhile program that provides children with disabilities not only an athletic outlet and opportunity to meet with friends on the weekends, but also an opportunity to teach them about their rights in a welcoming environment. The GDPU truly is creating a new generation of people with disabilities who will be empowered to not only expand their own rights, but the rights of others as well. In my mind, you could seek no greater progress in a marginalized community than that.
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    The GDPU Wheelchair Basketball squads gather for a rousing game

  291. Nari Adalat: Women’s Court

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    On Tuesday, we were able to visit the Nari Adalat (NA), one of the women’s courts associated with Vikalp. Our journey starts in the Vikalp office at 12pm, where Pryia and I meet with our translator, Vaishali. Although Pryia speaks Hindi, most of the inhabitants of the nearby town of Padra speak only Gujarati. As we make our way to Padra by car, Vaishali notes some interesting facts.

    Every Tuesday, fifteen primarily Dalit women meet under a tree in front of a government building. Known as the Nari Adalat, literally the women’s court, they hear community cases and try to reach solutions agreed upon by both parties. The court hears over a hundred cases a year, taking on about 95% of the cases referred to them. Last year, they had 64 new cases, 197 hearings, and 56 fact-finding missions. These cases include both criminal and civil suits. They typically deal with domestic violence, child custody, marital issues, maintenance/compensation, desertion, land and labor rights discrimination, and retrieval of dowry following a divorce after they run infidelity investigations to prove it.  Imagine your life a year from now, after your divorce and Simple seperation  are behind you, for your Long Term to Do list. Consider your objectives and categorise tasks that will assist you in achieving them in this section.

    The NA started in 1995 as a government scheme, but after funding ran out in 2005, the community sought help from Vikalp in order to maintain the court and receive additional training. Vikalp continues to apply for grants on behalf of the court as its activities, especially fact-finding missions and travel,  require far more funds than the modest amount paid to register a case. As the cases in the Indian judicial system tend to last for years, people grow disillusioned.

    Earlier in the week, we met a woman who was in the ninth year of her divorce case, until she found additional info from Noonan Law 423 E Main St #A, Endicott, NY 13760 (607) 953-6368! The women’s courts provide timely and affordable justice. Although the courts were initially meant as a way for women to bring their complaints in a safer space than that traditionally provided by patriarchal institutions, over the years, their transparency, effectiveness, and consensus building has led to the participation of men as well.

    By the time we get to Padra, the light rain has forced the women under a nearby tree that provides more shelter. Women dressed in colorful saris are sitting in a circle on an orange plastic sheet. Most of them are older and smile at us. I am delighted when they ask several times how to correctly pronounce my name before they write it in their ledger. (Andra as in Andhra Pradesh!)

    All the women are able to ask questions and provide commentary; however, Jasi, the woman in the yellow sari, facilitates the discussion. The witnesses sit in the middle of the circle and women are encouraged to speak on their own behalf. At the end of the day, the women donate 100 rupees each–about two dollars–to a fund that can be accessed by anyone in need, at a three percent rate.

    The typical procedure for a case:

    1)    Registration of complainants; fixing a day for hearings

    2)    Hearings during which each side presents their side of the story

    3)    Fact-finding missions by advocates to complainants’ family and village

    4)    Citation of state laws and use of state institutional procedures

    5)    Resolution signed by village elder or other authority and parties involved

    The court heard five cases on Tuesday, one of which I will talk about in my next blog. Meanwhile, you can see more photos on my flickr account.

  292. Heading to Gujarat, India

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    “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” -Gandhi

    In less than twenty four hours, I will be getting on a plane and traveling to the birthplace of Mahatma Gandhi – Gujarat, India. As an Advocacy Project Peace Fellow, I will work with Vikalp, a human rights organization focusing on empowering marginalized communities through various mechanisms, one of which is local dispute resolution by women-led courts. These alternative courts epitomize the potential of creating contextualized models of conflict resolution- grassroots initiatives that are uniquely adapted to the local environment.

    As I prepare for my fellowship, I’m trying to find the ways and means to answer various questions: How do you advocate for social change? How do you spread a message of social significance across a wider national or global space? How do you ensure that the message is created by marginalized communities themselves, and not imposed by those outside? In my field of study, I have come across many organizations doing incredible human rights work; however, they are constricted by their inability to reach a wider audience- an audience that could further generate awareness, resources, activism and support. I hope to begin bridging this gap as an Advocacy Fellow working with Vikalp.

    I am excited to write about my work with Vikalp in the upcoming days, but before doing so, I hope to provide some personal context. I grew up in India, and read History at the University of Delhi. My fascination with non-violence, conflict resolution and human rights stemmed from the work of one of the most fascinating figures in modern Indian history—Mahatma Gandhi. Many Indians, myself included, are very good at articulating the problems faced by the country – the pervasive corruption, the human rights abuses ignored by the mainstream media, the staggering poverty, the inequitable education system—but not as adept at doing something about it. Gandhi’s strategies spoke to this problem; his real power was strategic, and his true strength advocacy. He advocated for the cause of Indian independence by galvanizing a populace dependent on colonial rule for over two hundred years, divided by far more than what united it, into taking ownership of their lives and their nation. I believe that Gandhi’s strategies will provide interesting reference points for advocacy and human rights in my upcoming endeavors with Vikalp.

    Being from India and working in a country I am familiar with poses its own set of challenges and advantages – I realize the potent advantage of knowing the language, culture, and style of work – however, I also know that this comfort can be illusory. Every state in India is its own little country and my experience growing up in the north does not necessarily prepare me for the west. This is one of the things I love about the country – it brings to life the meaning of diversity. While textbooks can wax eloquent about India’s multiple religions, languages, and traditions; really experiencing this plurality is more sensory than cerebral. The diversity is felt in the sounds, the songs, the words, the food, the colors, the landscapes, as well as the challenges.

    I am leaving with documents and spreadsheets full of objectives and best practices and outputs and outcomes – the entire gamut of Monitoring & Evaluation jargon – knowing that India has a way of overturning the best laid plans. Every now and then, however, if you pause long enough to really listen, the end results can be better than all your plans combined.

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  293. Incredible India

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    Ever since the Advocacy Project accorded my VIKALP internship in India, my friends—Indians and seasoned travelers alike—have shared their wisdom and knowledge with me: make sure to visit these thirty places, be careful in taxis, eat biryani at this Bombay joint, watch the third video of Incredible India, pronounce palak paneer this way, and the list goes on. For people’s enthusiasm and support, I am beyond grateful. Similarly, the Advocacy Project has been wonderful in our orientation in DC over the last few days, and I had the opportunity to meet many enthusiastic supporters of the program at the Peacefellow Reception.

    I will be documenting my experiences and activities as a 2013 Peacefellow with VIKALP, an organization overseeing among other activities, two tribal and indigenous women’s courts in the northwest state of Gujarat. I will be working primarily with Indira and Maya, the founding members of VIKALP, and Pryia, another Advocacy Project intern.

    I am incredibly thankful for the amazing opportunity to learn more about human rights through women’s courts and participate in social change alongside marginalized communities, an issue  I have passionately addressed in my scholarship, volunteerism, and research. However, as is often the case, we tend to leave places with much more than we bring. Such an involved and expansive internship will undoubtedly be transformative and challenging. I look forward to the hard work ahead, hopeful that I will be able to learn alongside Maya and Indira and further their social change goals while ensuring long-term viability for their remarkable endeavors. Most of all, I look forward to telling their story.

    Look for my  blogs at least once a week over the next three months and feel free to share your thoughts and comments with me! Below you can see an interview with Indira Pathak, one of the founding members of VIKALP. Photo and video by Alicia Evangelides, 2012 AP Fellow.

    Let the sensory overload being!

    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcI_1W6ALY4

  294. After A Decade Of Achievement, It’s Time To Move Beyond Fistula

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    This Thursday, May 23, the world will celebrate ten years of fighting fistula, a foul condition that affects up to 3 million women and girls in the Global South and causes incontinence and sometimes even death. The Campaign to End Fistula has been something of a triumph. Over the past ten years, the UN Population Fund (UNFPA) alone has supported over 34,000 fistula surgeries. At last count, 238 facilities around the world were treating the condition

    But with success have come questions. Last year, political infighting in Washington produced two bills before the US Congress with differing visions about how best to treat fistula. That battle appears to be far from over. Beyond that, there is growing concern that a single-minded focus on fistula has produced a privileged aid “silo” which excludes other damaging conditions caused by child-birth, notably uterine prolapse and incontinence. While next week will be cause for celebration, it should also be an opportunity for a rethink.

    The fistula campaign began in 2003 and drew inspiration from the work of Catherine Hamlin, an Australian surgeon, at the fistula hospital in Ethiopia. Its message was simple and powerful. Obstetric fistula results from obstructed child-birth. It occurs when the foetus becomes wedged in the mother’s pelvis, creating a hole in her birth canal. If untreated, the mother either dies or survives to leak feces and urine, which turns her into a social outcast. In the Congo, women have also suffered traumatic fistulas as a result of having bayonets and sticks thrust into their vaginas.

    Once the yuck factor was overcome, the dam broke. UNFPA led the charge, with help from celebrities like Oprah Winfrey and Richard Branson. The Fistula Foundation funded surgeries. The New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristof stiffened nerves with his reports, including one of a fistula-sufferer who smelled so foul that she was left to lie in her waste to be eaten by hyenas. A fine documentary, Walk to Beautiful, won prizes.  The US Agency for International Development (USAID) and EngenderHealth, its NGO partner, set up country programs. Somewhat remarkably, fistula had captured hearts, imaginations and aid budgets.

    These pioneers deserve special credit because they were venturing beyond maternal mortality, which has long held the development community in thrall, and taking on a morbidity which may not pose an immediate threat of death but which certainly ruins lives. This represented a bold shift. As UNFPA points out, for every woman who dies in child birth, 20 more are disabled.

    The question is – where does it go now? Last year’s squabble in the US Congress suggested that it may not be smooth sailing. Ironically, the two competing bills were sponsored by Democrats from the liberal northeast. Both called for fistula to be treated, but Representative Carolyn Maloney also stressed the importance of prevention to include family planning. The rival bill from Representative Rosa DeLauro, was reportedly inspired by another Kristof column and proposed fistula centers of excellence to be serviced by visiting American surgeons. The DeLauro bill made no mention of family planning, presumably in the hope of appealing to conservatives.

    In the event, neither bill was put to a vote, but Congresswoman DeLauro is reportedly preparing to try again. Many experts in reproductive health feel this would be a big mistake. For one thing, there are very few American fistula specialists because fistula is so uncommon in the US. On the other hand, ten years of work on fistula has produced a network of skilled African and Asian surgeons, and critics of DeLauro say that any US money should go to building up their local support systems. Contacted in the Congo, where she is working at the famed Panzi hospital, Lauri Romanzi, a prominent American urogynecologist, called the DeLauro proposal “daft.”

    The larger question is whether the focus on fistula is blocking action on other conditions, particularly uterine prolapse, or fallen womb. According to the Women’s Reproductive Rights Program (WRRP), an AP partner in Nepal, prolapse is caused by a perfect storm of pressures which bear down on poor women. These include early marriage, untrained birth attendants, poor nutrition, work, heavy lifting, domestic violence, and even cultural taboos. According to the UNFPA, around 200,000 women in Nepal suffer from the condition. One doctor told me: “It’s very difficult to convey the sheer misery of living for years with one’s private parts hanging between your legs.”

    As with fistula, women with severe prolapse are likely to be ostracized. Younger women have difficulty finding a husband. Older sufferers may be divorced, rejected by their families, and end up working as servants for their former husbands. It is perhaps no coincidence that a UNFPA study found suicide to be the leading killer of women of reproductive age in Nepal.

    Why not expand the fistula campaign to prolapse? Gillian Slinger, who heads the fistula program at UNFPA, argues that the battle against fistula is far from won and that fistula should have first call on limited health budgets. One hears the same from USAID. Both agencies also appear worried about taking the focus away from maternal mortality, even though their work on fistula is presumably helping to bring down maternal mortality (which, like fistula, can be caused by obstructed labour). In spite of this, donors are dead set against taking on prolapse – so much so that women with prolapse are reportedly being turned away from fistula camps in Africa.

    These reports frustrate Sinan Khaddaj, a surgeon who runs the Women and Health Alliance (WAHA) from Paris. Dr Khaddaj also says that many of the women arriving at WAHA hospitals in Africa are suffering from severe incontinence caused by years of child-bearing, but not necessarily fistula. He said it was inhuman and unethical to only treat one post-obstetric condition, like fistula, and ignore others.

    Dr Khaddaj is one of a number of experts who call for an integrated approach to treating all pelvic floor disorders, under the broad rubric of maternal health. This could start in villages, where health workers and midwives would be trained to diagnose and provide basic treatment. Women needing surgery would be referred to hospitals, where doctors would be trained and helped by international specialists as appropriate. At least one African hospital – Aberdeen in Sierra Leone – has developed integrated training. “Not only does it make sense, it’s what African doctors want and what African women need,” said Lauri Romanzi.

    Dr Romanzi made a strong argument for the integrated approach at a UNFPA-sponsored meeting in Washington last year, and she would like to see it tested in pilot projects. This might alarm some fistula fans, but can they really deny any woman the chance of a healthy life? Let’s get ready for another, longer, walk to beautiful.

  295. A Welcomed Return to the Motherland

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    It’s hard not to develop an affinity towards a part of the world when it has played such a large part of your personal narrative – at least that’s been my experience with the continent of Africa. What I find to be even harder though, is not falling in love with the unique sights, sounds and smells that characterize this region, especially as I get to experience it more and more.

    Streets of Kampala


    Now, that will probably come as a surprise to many, especially those who view Africa as a desolate place where people live in trees and roam with lions (yes, people have actually said that to me). Then there are those who view Africa as a stagnant place, where technology and innovation are absent, and the notion of progress unfeasible. I’ll never forget the time when I was recommending an Ethiopian beer to someone and their response to me was, “Ethiopia makes beer? How civilized!” (I promise, I’m not making this stuff up)

    So when the opportunity presented itself to serve as a Peace Fellow with the Kinawataka Women’s Initiative (KIWOI) – a dynamic group of women who discovered an ingenious way to transform discarded plastic straws into beautiful handicrafts – I felt compelled to apply. While much attention has been paid to issues of African poverty, hunger and disease, I wanted the chance to project a different image of Africa this summer – one that captures the resilient spirit of marginalized and vulnerable people (especially women) who are devising solutions to their own development challenges.

    Over the course of my fellowship this summer, my aim is to discuss not only the successes of my organization, but also their challenges. I hope to use this platform as a means to spark a dialogue not only about the range of development problems that exist in Africa, but the different ways that community-based organizations like KIWOI are making a social impact.

    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipf5EdTu3Bk

  296. Happy St. Patrick’s Day

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    I’ll never forget that first St Patrick’s Day I spent with the Dale Farm residents. It was four years ago now and only the second time I had visited the site. I was asked to come along to a celebration the women were having in a local pub. I felt very much like an outsider as I entered the pub. After I finally got up the courage to enter the party, I was literally being pulled in every direction to take pictures of various groups of women clad in sparkly green. It was a wild night unlike anything I had experienced in Billericay before, and I must admit that I was a bit shell-shocked and still felt like an outsider when I left that party.

      

    So much has changed since that day. The residents were always friendly and welcoming to me, but there was definitely a barrier between us and a wariness at the start. It is no wonder that they didn’t trust me, since my local settled neighbours don’t treat them very well. Many local people warned me against going, stating that Travellers might set fire to my car. It has taken a lot of perseverance to break down those barriers and to earn their trust, but now I can say without hesitation that I count many of the residents among my friends. Every St Patrick’s Day, on which the residents without fail celebrate their heritage with gusto, I am reminded of the journey I have been on to get here and how lucky I am to know them.

  297. UPDATE

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    Due to a personal emergency in the last few months, this blog has taken a backseat. As life gets back on track so to will the updates about BOSFAM. A lot has been going on at BOSFAM over the last few months. Each day is filled, as always, with busy intricate work, coffee and laughter.  The women have continued to make beautiful traditional carpets while at the same time exploring a more modern aesthetic.

    BOSFAM Products

    In the late fall, BOSFAM hosted a Handicraft Fair in Tuzla where artists and vendors from all over the region came to sell their handmade products. BOSFAM started the event with a fun and energized fashion show showcasing the winter fashions. While the Handicraft Fair was a success in the way that it brought together artists and craftsman, it did not bring any signifigant funding to BOSFAM or the other vendors. Bosnia’s current economic reality does not allow people a lot of economic freedom. Unfortunately items like handmade carpets and socks are not in the budget of the average Bosnian. It has become abundantly clear that in order for BOSFAM to survive and thrive we need to bring BOSFAM to the greater world. We opened an ETSY shop for BOSFAM’s classic hand knitted socks. Please visit and support at: https://www.etsy.com/listing/114393457/hand-knitted-socks

    Participants at the Handicraft Fair and Zifa and Claire

    We have begun to expand BOSFAM’s market through the webshop, ETSY and personal sales. Over the holiday season, I returned to the United States with hats, socks, and small carpets. The products were a huge hit and we ran out of merchandise before Christmas. Inspired by the acceptance in the market in the United States. I have now returned to establish a US Market. I am currently applying for a 501c3 Tax-exempt non profit status and seeking a US Market for their hand woven products. In addition to seeking a market in small boutiques and handicraft shops we are seeking corporate partners to purchase large BOSFAM carpets to hang as wall art. Along with a plaque telling the story of BOSFAM, the wall art could demonstrate the philanthropic sides of corporations while at the same time brightening the offices, reception areas and boardrooms of Americas corporate world.

    BOSFAM continues on due to the love and commitment of the women like Beba, Zifa and Rasema. Their strength, determination and love has supported BOSFAM for the last 17 years. It is our job now to support them and use our collective minds and resources to bring their beautiful handmade products to the world. If you have any ideas please don’t hesitate to email me at noonecm@gmail.com. I am currently awaiting notice of a grant from the US Embassy to support women’s economic empowerment. In the mean time I am continuing to move forward with the NGO Application and seeking retailers for BOSFAM’s products. As spring rounds the corner, hope is in the air at BOSFAM.

    The Women of BOSFAM

     

  • ON TO THE NEXT STAGE

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    During our final meetings, our Roma quilters were busy presenting their work to a number of stakeholders in Vilnius’ cultural life. This included a visit by representatives of the Fine Crafts Association of Vilnius, who expressed interest in the future of the project.

     

    Fine Crafts Association of Vilnius
    Fine Crafts Association of Vilnius

     

    The quilters were also busy teaching a workshop to the International Women’s Association of Vilnius (IWAV). The IWAV ladies joined the quilters in making felt ornaments, to be sold at their annual International Christmas Charity Bazaar.

     

    Craft Making Workshop with IWAV
    Craft Making Workshop with IWAV

     

    Our quilters have worked very diligently throughout this project and their progress has truly empowered them. They are an enthusiastic team, with much skill and much heart. There are a lot of bright ideas actualizing on the horizon, be ready for them!

  • BUT THERE’D BE NO “ROMANTIC” WITHOUT THE “ROMA”

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    Recent centuries have seen a number of prominent authors praise the romantic nature of Roma- their freedom, their beauty, their song, their peace. And while these authors will be encountered by students in Lithuania, such glorious depictions are not of Lithuanian literature, but of Russian literature. Lithuanian collective memory and portrayal of Roma is somewhat different.

     

    Dancing Around the Campfire
    Dancing Around the Campfire

     

    Due to centuries of foreign political domination and assimilation, the modern Lithuanian nationalism movement of the 19th century sought to encourage the Lithuanian masses to rise against the occupation by tsarist Russia and return to a pure Lithuanian culture imagined to have existed prior to the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth of 1569. As such, the movement centered around that which was most distinct from the characteristics shared with those of Polish and Russian ethnicities: the Lithuanian language. Over the centuries, while the Lithuanian nobility had prided itself in its usage of the language of diplomacy and status (Polish), it had been the peasant class who had maintained the Lithuanian language. The modern nationalism movement thus linked the language of the masses to a romanticized past to create an effective rallying point. Orthography was changed so as to distance Lithuanian spelling from Polish, Lithuanian-language literature came to be, and literacy and nationalism were taught hand in hand.

    Might this historical push to narrowly define ethnic Lithuanianness and, thus, unite to claim rightful power over the territory have conclusively isolated Roma as contrary to a linguistically-defined Lithuanian identity? Roma had a distinct lifestyle, with unique customs and language; as such, it was easy to fall outside of the movement’s demarcation of “Lithuanian”.

    Nevertheless, generations of shared history have unified adherence to many Lithuanian traditions also by Roma of Lithuania. They share religious tradition and holidays, traditional dishes, even a number of superstitions. Not to mention that the stories surrounding our Peace Quilt (entitled Romano Trajo! – Romani Life!) have parallels in numerous national folk songs as well. Lithuanian traditional portrayal of Roma, however, has been neither acknowledging of the shared characteristics of the peoples, nor even cordial towards them.

    Every year on the festival of Užgavėnės (“the time before Lent”) Lithuania celebrates the ending of winter. In addition to eating pancakes (representing the sun), people burn an effigy of winter and don costumes of “frightening characters” in order to chase the winter away. Dark “Gypsy” masks happen to be a popular costume.

    Until recently, and perhaps even still, preschool classes were taught the following song. It was not until 2009 that one family saw the inappropriateness of this and brought the case to the Equal Opportunities Ombudsman.

    The little gypsy is whipped severely, when he cuts a lamb,
    Whipped and whipped again, when he cuts a lamb.
    Oh, the little gypsy will be beaten, beaten,
    While being tied to the fence.
    For stealing chickens, For strangling piglets…

    Lithuanian poet Kazys Binkis contributed a number of works to the national repertoire, including the popular children’s book Jonas pas čigonus. I was initially informed that every family is familiar with this book, but have since met a number of individuals who have not known it.

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    With children being introduced to Roma in such a manner, it is not difficult to understand how discriminatory attitudes proliferate. The excuse of “cultural heritage” needs to be abandoned in such circumstances, in which blatant racism prevails unabated. If individuals do not realize the destructiveness of racism, they will not change their attitudes. That which children learn at home and at school is critical to their socialization, and their role models’ acceptance of a given attitude will affect their acceptance of these attitudes. If left unchecked they will be transferred to the upcoming generations as well.

    On top of childhood indoctrination of the negative otherness of the Gypsy, the situation is maintained by the tendency of contemporary journalistic publications, which the public regards as authoritative fact, to associate Roma primarily with criminality. A recent example includes an article published on the most popular news portal in Lithuania that blames Kirtimai not only for the availability of drugs in Vilnius, but for an outbreak of hepatitis as well.  Such tendency is, of course, in breach of journalism ethnics and may come close to national intolerance legislation. Nevertheless, the bodies overseeing this, the Office of the Inspector of Journalist Ethics and the Journalists and Publishers Ethics Commission, have less than successful records in upholding the standards. Furthermore, Lithuanian journalism schools do not yet incorporate human rights training into their curricula, thus leaving a gap in the training necessary for properly dealing with these issues. The necessity of this step has been recognized by a variety of actors, including theNational Institute for Social Integration, which offers training for young journalists in the ethical representation of socially vulnerable groups.

    More positive measures need to be taken to ensure respect for the dignity and rights of all and to hold accountable those who will propagate racism of any degree. People are people; try on the others’ shoes – racism isn’t painless. Action needs to be taken to improve tolerance within our society. Ignorance cannot be left to be an enabling factor and impunity will never be a legitimate solution.

     

    There's Nothing More Important Than Family
    There’s Nothing More Important Than Family

     

     

  • LAST WORDS

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    I encountered difficult stories over the course of my writing internship for theAlternative Information Center: a home that will be trapped within a prison of walls, a home besieged by settlers, a home broken by the imprisonment of family members, etc. Home is not only a recurring theme in the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, but it is also personal as is my move to Palestine. I have made something of a ‘return home.’ With my family, I moved to the US from Palestine as a 10 year-old and I moved back with the intention of staying indefinitely via the Advocacy ProjectFellowship.

    The stories I encountered were usually troubling as should be expected in a conflict zone and, more specifically, in an apartheid state. However, I also experienced and followed stories of resistance: both cultural and popular, both against Israel and the Palestinian leadership. Thanks to the Advocacy Project’s support I was able to explore some of the stories I had read so much about during my political and intellectual development while growing up in the US, from where I experienced Palestine mostly at a distance. I was able to support the AIC’s joint Palestinian-Israeli work of information dissemination while pursuing my own passions. Empathizing, critically engaging with and writing about these stories was often a huge (and fulfilling) challenge.

    I have been fortunate enough to find work beginning immediately after I concluded my AIC internship. I will be working as a legal researcher for a Bethlehem-based NGO called BADIL: Resource Center for Palestinian Residency and Refugee Rights. BADIL offers an exciting opportunity to widen my understanding of Palestinian refugees’ conditions, ongoing policies of forced expulsion, and further my interest in legal analysis. BADIL is the only organization (including the Palestinian National Authority) working for a holistic resolution to the refugee status of Palestinians, the most disenfranchised category of the Palestinian population. I expect that my work with BADIL will inform my writing about Palestine.

    With the intention of continuing to submit written work to various media organizations and news sites, I have built a new blog. Under construction, my new blog is called the writing’s on the Wall and will focus on spatial justice in Palestine.Please subscribe to my new blog if you would like to continue receiving email updates of my publications.

    Thank you for reading and commenting on this blog! I am very grateful to the Advocacy Project for enabling the opportunity I have had over the past 3 months and to the Alternative Information Center for hosting me.

     

    Coffee break in the AIC office
    Coffee break in the AIC office

     

    Below are links to some of my favorite pieces I wrote for the AIC during the AP Fellowship:

    Palestinian facilities battling gender violence face similar challenges across divide”, 8 August 2012

    IN PHOTOS: Palestinians endure checkpoints to enter Jerusalem during Ramadan,” 13 August 2012

    Palestine’s big sister South Africa: precedents and pitfalls,” 23 August 2012

    Rachel Corrie lawsuit: an example of international solidarity,” 27 August 2012

    INTERVIEW: Family of hugner striking Samer Issawi”, 13 October 2012

    Lacking legitimacy, West Bank elections proceed,” 21 October 2012

    Olives and the cost of Israel’s occupation,” 23 October 2012

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  • HAPPY INTERNATIONAL DAY OF THE GIRL CHILD

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    Yesterday, Thursday, October 11, people the world over celebrated the inaugural International Day of the Girl Child, declared by the UN last year.  The focus this kick-off year is ending child marriage and ensuring education of girls.

    As the focus of my fellowship with WRRP has been the connection between child marriage and uterine prolapse, and since child marriage is something I have grown committed to fighting, I have compiled some great resources for anyone who, in the wake of International Day of the Girl Child, has become interested to learn more about the issue or inspired to do something to support the cause.

    It is estimated that every year 10 million girls around the world are married under the age of 18.  Girls who marry early are more vulnerable to many types of abuseand are less likely to be educated.  Child marriage leads to poor health – including increased likelihood of developing uterine prolapseperpetuates poverty, andstrips women of the decisionmaking power over their own lives.  Child marriage violates the human rights of girls.

    Various combinations of cultural practices and social and economic conditions lead to widespread practices of child marriage across the developing world, ranging from famine in Niger or poverty in Ethiopia to the difficulties faced by Syrian refugees or cultural practices in Nepal.  Last year, a haunting documentary titled “Too Young to Wed” produced by National Geographic and photographer Stephanie Sinclair revealed the secret lives of child brides.

    Gordon Brown’s report released earlier this year titled “Out of wedlock, into school: combating child marriage through education” identifies 16 countries, including Nepal, in which over half of women marry by age 18.  The Ford Foundation has created an interactive map, which details child marriage practices in 30 developing countries, and many statistics can be found through UNICEF.

    Girls Not Brides is a 191 member global partnership of NGOs founded by The Elders which is “committed to ending child marriage and enabling girls to fulfil their potential”.  Elders Chair Desmond Tutu has been instrumental in this mission, stating that “if we succeed in empowering girls we will succeed in everything else“.

    Two days ago, the UNFPA committed $20 million to reaching those adolescent girls most at risk of child marriage.  On October 11, a high level panel discussion was hosted by UNICEFUN Women, Girls Not Brides, and UNFPA regarding the global problem of child marriage, with participants including UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-Moon weighing in.

    Earlier this year, Secretary of State Clinton declared ending child marriage a commitment of the U.S., and the U.S. House of Representatives introduced a bill to eliminate child marriage around the world, initiated by those legislators who understand that the fight against child marriage is important to U.S. foreign policy, and our development goals.

    No matter where you are in the world, child marriage affect you.  Tapping into the potential of girls benefits not only their own communities, but society at large because making part of the world better makes the whole world better.

  • CHILD FRIENDLY VILLAGES: MICROFINANCE

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    07/06/12

    Part 2

    A few days after our first CFV visit, we headed out to the second Child Friendly Village was in Lalpur, which also was close to Tulsipur.  The office car’s shocks system is pretty much non-existent, so I spent most of the ride bouncing around the car, trying to prevent my head from slamming into the car ceiling. When we arrived at the village, the community members were waiting for us.  They laid burlap rice sacks for us to sit on under the large tree in the center of the village and everyone – fathers, mothers, children – came out to see us.

     

    The crazy drive

     

    Meeting house for village leaders

     

    Alex and I went through our list of questions with the leaders of the Child Club – what kind of activities does your club do, do you have any former child laborers in your club, how much involvement do adults in your community have in your club, among others.  Unfortunately, each time one of the club leaders attempted to answer, parents interrupted and answered the questions for the children.  After a few frustrated attempts to answer my questions, the Child Club members fell silent and allowed parents to voice their own opinions and concerns.

    With adult input, the meeting quickly changed from a briefing of Child Club functions and activities to an open discussion of challenges facing the village.  Village leaders complained that it was difficult to convince villagers to attend community meetings and actively contribute to community development.  The leaders felt like they needed more direction from BASE and advice as to how to increase participation in community decision-making.  They also questioned whether their children had the capability to run a club – after all, they were children.  Alex, Yogina, and I brainstormed with the village leaders to create steps to solve the problems.  We suggested incentives to bring people to community meetings and ways for parents to work with their children that would be beneficial for both parents and children.  We encouraged the parents to let their children make decisions, as that would prepare them for leadership in the community.

    Photo with village leaders

    Although I was happy to assist the village leaders with resolving their concerns, I still wanted to hear the children’s perspective on their contributions to a Child Friendly Village.  The concept of CFVs is truly amazing and I was curious to see if it worked.  The model creates community accountability for children’s welfare and involves child participation in community decision-making, which I believe is crucial for the promotion of child rights.  I’ve worked with high school kids extensively in the past and I know that as soon as parents leave, children will talk without restraint.  After listening to parents and village leaders talk and jotting down their concerns to report back to BASE, I requested that the children speak with us in private, so they could talk without distraction. My request was met with some suspicion and protests, but after Yogina explained that the children were probably shy in front of adults, the parents relented and we held a second, more private meeting.

    In our private meeting, the Child Club leaders discussed their main club project – a community microfinance loan system. The children charged small Child Club dues every other week, which they collected and then lent out to neighbors who needed financing for projects, such as home repair or money for school fees.  The children recorded every loan, charged interest, and regularly checked up on those who took out loans to ensure repayment.  The most remarkable part of the system was that the managers of this efficient, well-designed system were only 15-16 years old.  Like their parents, the leaders of the Child Club expressed some concerns regarding their club.  Parents often failed to trust their children with the responsibility of the club, believing that children were incapable of making wise decisions.  Additionally, because parents gave their children money for clubs dues, they expected to have an influential say in the club’s activities.  Due to family hierarchy, the Child Club was often subject to the whims of parents, especially in terms of financial loans.  In spite of challenges, the children were convinced that the club was beneficial for their community and hoped to continue their activities.

    Child Club Leaders

    My visit to this Child Friendly Village was a valuable lesson about community development and empowerment.  While Child Friendly Villages and Child Clubs face formidable challenges, including apathy on the part of villagers and unwillingness of parents to let their children participate in decision-making, I think Child Friendly Villages and Child Clubs have the potential to be highly successful.  Such success is contingent on 1) effective training and educational programs conducted by BASE on how to run Child Friendly Villages and Child Clubs and 2) implementation and continuation of a thorough monitoring and evaluation system, which BASE would oversee.

    Additionally, I was very impressed by the microfinance project that the Child Club is successfully running and I believe that the model should be replicated in other villages, or at least taught to Child Clubs.  It’s rare to find high school kids managing money that well anywhere.  And yet, in the middle of a remote village with little access to electricity and no access to computers, there was a group of 15 and 16 year olds loaning money and charging interest like a miniature bank for their village.

    A future banker and I

    One large concern village leaders conveyed is that parents (not necessarily village leaders) might become too involved in the Child Club, effectively stifling children’s creativity and leadership.  Especially in a place like Nepal, where children are taught to respect their elders and obey without questioning authority, children are subject to the decisions of their parents, regardless of whether those decisions are good for the children.  Parents and community leaders need to see the long term benefits of having child participation in village matters.  That’s why BASE’s CFV training sessions must be thorough and complete.   If the CFV model can be effectively managed, it could be a powerful tool for generating social change across Nepal and could strike a heavy blow against child labor, child marriage, and poverty.

  • THE WOMEN UPON WHOM EVEREST SMILES

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    Last week I went on a short, half-day hike in the hills surrounding Kathmandu with a group of quite amazing women.

    Seven Summits Women

    Seven Summits Women

    This blog entry provides a story involving neither uterine prolapse nor child marriage, but it is an entry about something critical to combating both – women’s empowerment.  The story of the group of women with whom I had the opportunity to hike is a breath of fresh air in the midst of a fellowship journey filled with heartbreaking tales – truly my peaceful nature hike a world away from the hustle and bustle of Kathmandu city.

    Through spending the morning with some of the women who make up the Seven Summits Women climbing team, I learned a bit about them and how they came together – inspirational stories, a portion of which I would like to share with you.  The Seven Summits Women is a group of female climbers who first met when they formed a team in 2007 to summit Mt. Everest, the tallest peak in Asia and the world.

    In May 2008, this group of women became the most successful women’s expedition to ever summit Mt. Everest, with each of the ten team members completing the climb to the summit – a feat from which each team member (rightfully!) derives immense pride.  More important to the team members than individual success though is the entity they have become together – an entity greater than the sum of its already incredible parts.

    Now a team of seven, the group decided to stay together to summit each of the tallest mountains of the other six continents, and have since succeeded in summiting Mt. Kosciuszko in Australia and Mt. Elbrus in Europe, both in 2010.  The women now have their sights set on Mt. Kilimanjaro, the rooftop of Africa, which they plan to climb in early 2013.

    Each of the team members of Seven Summits Women has a unique story, often involving social and economic hardship.  One of the members ran away from her family at the age of 14 to start her own life in Kathmandu on the eve of her arranged marriage ceremony.

    These women have channeled incredible physical, emotional, and mental strength to make their dreams a reality.  They never give up on themselves or each other or the entity that is Seven Summits Women.  But what is most inspiring to me about these women is not their climbing feats alone, but how the sport has become a catalyst of empowerment in all aspects of their lives – and a way for them to empower others.

    Seven Summits Women regularly visits schools all over Nepal in order to inspire girls and young women to accomplish their goals – whatever they may be – offering their own stories as examples of overcoming obstacles and achieving success.  In addition, the team will be providing an opportunity for local women to join them in their climb of Mt. Kilimajaro next year, and after the climb the team members have plans to visit schools in the Tanzanian mountain region to inspire students to believe in education.

    The Seven Summits Women’s website states “[e]ducation, empowerment and environment are three keys we believe in.  With education we mean real learning, empowerment means ability to stand for oneself in every way and we understand environment as not just the nature around us, it’s who we are.”

    To me, they are the epitome of empowered women, something I believe Nepal desperately needs more of.

    Hiking Jamacho, Kathmandu

    Hiking Jamacho, Kathmandu

  • After the Everest climb, the women spoke with an information officer for record-keeping purposes, and when they told him that none of the team members faced any illness or medical problem during the climb beyond vomiting and headaches, the officer responded, “Everest must have been smiling when you were climbing”.  I think so too.

    To learn more about Seven Summits Women, to support these women in their endeavor to summit each of the tallest peaks of the seven continents, or to utilize their guide services to trek in Nepal, visit their website, like their facebook page, or feel free to contact me!

  • KIDS WILL BE KIDS, CONDITIONS PERMITTING

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    In Lithuania, the first day of school (1 September) is marked by a compulsory free half-day for parents, who take their children to the schoolyard where all grades gather together before the building. The director will make a speech welcoming the children, songs will be sung, and, at the end of the ceremony, the first graders and the twelfth graders will join hands and enter the school. The other grades will follow them inside. There, each grade will meet separately and give flowers to the teachers. So commences the new school year.

     

    First Day of School
    First Day of School

     

    In Kirtimai, however, children do not sing. Nor do many go to school. And of those who do, many drop out without even completing elementary school. Education is one of the most formative problems facing Roma in Lithuania, eminently so in Kirtimai. The reasons are numerous, ranging from logistical issues to comprehension issues to social issues.

    Children from Kirtimai attend one of two schools in Vilnius, of either Lithuanian orRussian language, both being a little more than four kilometers away from the settlement. Before even starting the school day, children face difficulties in arriving at their lessons. As a component of the anti-drug trade strategy, buses through the settlement do not transit frequently. In the afternoon, the first bus leaving the school to Kirtimai leaves two hours after the end of classes, presenting a safety risk for unsupervised children (especially in the winter). Wintertime attendance is further affected by the fact that many children do not possess the clothing and shoes adequate for the bitter cold of the Baltic state. Buses sometime freeze in these conditions, thereby curtailing attendance opportunities for children. The strained financial situations of the families further disadvantage children; in addition to not having the resources for school supplies, unemployment affects one’s sense of timing and deadlines. Workbooks are not always purchased on time for the children, who are then not only unable to follow lessons, but are also embarrassed about their inability to participate equally with their peers.

    Even upon reaching schools, education often remains inaccessible. It is not unheard of that teachers and school staff harbor discriminatory attitudes towards Roma children. The most engaging part of school dynamics for children, friendship, is a challenge. Roma students tend to group together; their classmates shun them calling them “gypsies”. The shame inflicted by such interactions drives many children to drop out, especially when teachers fail to address the discrimination.

    Teachers are unable to offer the appropriate support. They are overburdened in the classroom and are not social workers. The education budget is suffering cuts; teachers are receiving less work hours and more work, and they are exhausted. Unfortunately, when it comes to Roma children, many do not have the patience that is crucial to providing them a viable learning atmosphere. Language issues hinder Roma participation in school from the start. Their first language is Romani; the level of Lithuanian or Russian that they will have acquired by the start of school varies greatly, but is often short of fluency. The children tend to have a lot of energy and are unable to sit through 45-minute classes that they do not understand, often, instead, leaving the classroom. Part of this problem can also be attributed to the different socialization children learn in the settlement; they are not familiar with the norms of majority society and will not learn them if they are not imbued by teachers in school. The children need social assistance. They grow up in a very challenging situation of exclusion, poverty, and drugs. It is not a community situation, but one of mistrust and criminality, and this leaves a stark impact on the socialization of the children.

     

    Where to Start?
    Where to Start?

     

    Many of these children have directly experienced the adverse effects of the drug trade in Kirtimai. They live in the midst of addicts and of arrests, sustaining psychological trauma that is not treated. Children learn to fear authorities; whether law enforcement or even school authorities, as they fear placement in orphanages (which often do not respect education obligations) in the absence of their parents. The housing situation is also a source of unrelenting anxiety. The houses of Kirtimai are stuck in legal limbo; they are not registered and the fear persists that they will be demolished. Families do not feel secure in their dismal living conditions. Kirtimai is not an environment conducive to study.

    Furthermore, without much outlook for success, there lacks the motivation for the children. Once they understand that they are trailing behind their classmates, that they will never catch up with their classmates, and that they will neither succeed in school nor achieve their childhood career dreams, they give up. Unfortunate as it is, the children of Kirtimai have a strong education in reality.

    It is worth mentioning that there is currently a project in implementation delegating two teaching assistants to two schools in Vilnius attended by 78 Roma children from Kirtimai. As the project is still in its early stages, and carrying quite a few logistical burdens in and of itself, I would rather not address it now in detail. I would like to say that I do believe it could be a very important tool in integrating the children into the schools, if implemented properly.

    However, this will not be a solution on its own. Teaching assistants have the potential to be positive role models and ease some comprehension and social issues within the schools. Teaching assistants do not have the potential to independently solve the material and social issues outside of the schools. If there is no bus, there will be no children. If there are no workbooks, children will be at a disadvantage in the classroom. If the situation in Kirtimai remains as it is, without constructive prospect for the future, there will be no motivation and no number of teaching assistants will be able to save these children.

     

    “If we can’t manage to educate these children, if we can’t provide them a normal job, it will be another lost generation.”
    “If we can’t manage to educate these children, if we can’t provide them a normal job, it will be another lost generation.”
  • THE HEART OF A GIRL, THE WOMB OF A WOMAN, BOTH QUIETLY FALLING: AN OPINION-EDITORIAL IN THE KATHMANDU POST

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    One very thrilling part of my fellowship with WRRP for me was recently when an op-ed that I wrote was printed in The Kathmandu Post, a daily newspaper in the Kathmandu area.  The piece explores the connection between child marriage and uterine prolapse, which has been the focus of my work here in Nepal over the past few months.

    Please click here to access the online version of my op-ed!  And of course feel free to leave your thoughts.

  • SO MUCH FOR THAT CUSHY DAY JOB

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    In late 2007, a woman became aware of a job opening at a café in Vilnius and called the establishment to inquire about the position. As the dishwasher’s position was reportedly still available, the woman made her way across town for an interview. Upon arrival, the manager of the café informed the woman that the position was no longer vacant.

    Later that same day, another woman became aware of a job opening at a café in Vilnius and called the establishment to inquire about the position. As the dishwasher’s position was reportedly still available, this second woman made her way across town for an interview. Upon arrival, the manager of the café informed the woman that the position was, indeed, still vacant and hired her.

    “Unfortunately” for the establishment, the second woman was a situation tester deployed by the Human Rights Monitoring Institute to determine whether there had been anything fishy in the decision to not hire the first woman applicant of the day, a Roma woman. As it turned out, there was. To the tune of: A gypsy woman came looking for a job earlier but was not hired because nobody wants to have gypsy among their staff.

     

     

    To follow up on the previous topic of the drug economy, let’s see why the formal economy is largely inaccessible to the Roma of Kirtimai.

    A weak economy is an endemic problem affecting the Lithuanian population as a whole. As of June 2012, the national unemployment rate was 13.3% (which equates to 215,100 individuals). Youth unemployment was 25.2%. At the same time, the minimum monthly salary, despite having been increased in August 2012, is LT 850 – not even USD 320. Due to the difficulties of earning a living in Lithuania, the country has seen a severe decrease in population, with just over 83,000 people emigrating in 2010 and nearly 54,000 in 2011.

    For Roma, negative stereotypes aggravate the search for already limited formal employment opportunities. While discrimination on the basis of racial or ethnic origin is legally prohibited, there are several major reasons why this legislation is ineffective. First and foremost: most Roma are unaware of their legal rights. They often know neither when their rights have been violated, nor the process to pursue redress for violations of their rights. How does one complain? To whom must the application be written? What documents need to be submitted? And how many are familiar with state guaranteed legal aid (or the procedure by which to request it)? Ultimately, there are very few discrimination complaints initiated by Roma and, thus, a culture of impunity for discrimination prevails.

    There are practical reasons in addition to these structural disincentives as to why the employment search is hardly even undertaken. In order to visit hiring establishments, it may be necessary to travel to a variety of locations. This requires financing a series of transportation tickets (each bus requires a new ticket), it requires researching how to arrive at the location (without GPS, without internet, perhaps even without literacy), it requires accessibility to transportation (no buses run after 8PM and no taxis go to Kirtimai), and it often requires fluency in the Lithuanian language. For the community in Kirtimai, which is fairly distant from the city centre and home to many non-Lithuanian speaking persons of neither income nor savings, the job search is a practical mission impossible. Even if employment were secured, it carries with it start-up costs (travel, clothes, babysitter, etc.) that many simply cannot upfront.

     

     

    Of course, that is not to say that the situation should stay as it is and there are some individuals persevering despite it all. As of July 2012, 158 Roma were registered with the Labour Exchange in Vilnius. Only eight of these individuals had professional qualification. 49 had never attended any school. The Labour Exchange generally only links registrants with positions requiring the minimum qualification (high school completion or vocational training) and, thus, cannot assist many Roma in Vilnius. The opportunities the Labour Exchange is able to offer are reduced to a few unskilled environmental maintenance jobs, such as street sweeping and snow shoveling. While these are opportunities, in theory, it must be taken into consideration that these positions may be too physically demanding for the 41 registrants over 50 years of age and the seven registrants with disabilities. Furthermore, these opportunities are, in fact, no more than theoretical for this population, as, according to cultural norms of cleanliness, Roma may not clean public places. Some will make the exception, but there is a good deal of shame in their decision. Over the past seven months, nine of the 158 Roma registrants have been employed through the Labour Exchange, with five being placed in only temporary employment. This system is not effective for the Roma community in Kirtimai and the vast majority remains without formal income.

    Poverty is hardly a luxury; and in order to overcome poverty, individuals must be able to access jobs and make a living. However, one reason repeatedly cited for why there exists no incentive overriding all of these structural and practical obstacles to searching for employment: state unemployment benefits may be comparable to unskilled workers’ salaries.

    So why face the detrimental financial investments, the hassles of travel, and the indignity of discrimination? Disillusion is the dominant sentiment as regards formal employment and upward social mobility for many Roma. Knowing that the situation will not change, the motivation to push for their legal rights is non-existent. They are not educated in how to do so and cannot imagine the situation improving – so where is the motivation? Life in Kirtimai is survival, not development. And this is dangerous.

  • CULTURAL RESISTANCE: JENIN FREEDOM THEATRE

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    The Freedom Theatre, an infamous and decidedly political theatre in Jenin, Palestine, is in the midst of a 9-day ‘Freedom Bus tour.’ The Freedom Theatre is one of a few professional venues for performing theatre in the occupied Palestinian territories and is located in the Jenin refugee camp, a struggling community with minimal resources including cultural ones.

    The Theatre’s tour involves a series of events including poetry and music, political demonstrations against Israel’s Separation Wall and playback theatreperformances. In essence, the Freedom Bus tour promotes cultural resistance to occupation and injustice.

     

    Freedom Theatre listens to and reenacts a story about Beit Sahour during the 1st Intifada at the Alternative Information Center
    Freedom Theatre listens to and reenacts a story about Beit Sahour during the 1st Intifada at the Alternative Information Center

     

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  • TAKE BACK TEEJ

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    Teej is largely recognized in the Hindu world as a day for women.  But is it really?

    Every year, hundreds of thousands of women in Nepal celebrate Hindu festival Teej.  Hindu women love Teej because they are permitted to rest from housework and fieldwork and visit their maternal homes, reconnecting with mothers, sisters, childhood friends; women dress up in fancy red sarees and intricate ornaments and spend the day dancing, singing, and laughing.

    Teej Celebrations!

    Teej Celebrations!

    But underneath all of the festivities that appear to be about women, Teej is really about men – and women’s subordination to men.

    Teej has its roots in Hindu mythology, celebrating the union of Goddess Parvati and Lord Shiva.  Goddess Parvati spent 12 reclusive years trying to prove her love to lord Shiva, finally winning him as her husband after fasting – going without even a drop of water – for 24 hours out of devotion to Shiva.  Parvati charted her own destiny by doing everything in her power to claim Shiva as her partner.  Thus, the example of Parvati is meant to empower women to achieve happy matrimony in their own lives.

    Call me a crazy feminist, but I do not think that teaching young women that spending 12 years hidden away in a forest dedicating oneself to getting the man of one’s dreams is productive or empowering for women and girls.

    Hindu women are permitted to rest from housework and fieldwork during Teej so that they are able to fast for 24 hours out of worship of their husbands and prayer for the long lives of their husbands (or future husbands if they are unmarried).  Questioning the equity of such a ritual, WRRP Executive Director Samita Pradhan, asks “if women are worshiping for the well-being of their families, are the men equally involved in that wish?  Is there a day when men wish for the long lives of women?”

    The answer is no, there is not.

    However, what the vast amount of Hindu women see in Teej is a day off, when they are able to spend a few days in their maternal home, sharing feelings and experiences among one another, and getting dressed up to dance and celebrate with one another.  And who can blame them when such restful, happy breaks are so rare?

    WRRP Celebrates Teej at Pashupatinath

    WRRP Celebrates Teej at Pashupatinath

    So, instead of campaigning against Teej, WRRP decided to take back Teej for the Hindu women of Nepal.  Women who gathered last week at the Hindu temple area of Pashupatinath, located in Kathmandu, all decked out in beautiful clothing and jewelry and ready to celebrate, were able to do so with WRRP, which took advantage of the day to raise awareness about women’s rights and women’s health.

    WRRP decided to capitalize on the freedom and power of women during Teej with the objective that “women always feel the way they do on Teej”, Samita told me.

    WRRP Celebrates Teej

    WRRP Celebrates TeejWRRP Banner at Teej

    WRRP Banner at Teej

    WRRP Banner at Teej

    Professional singers performed at WRRP’s stall at Pashupatinath in Dohori-style – a conversational singing style – intermixing traditional Teej songs with witty conversational singing about various women’s issues, such as proper care during pregnancy, family planning methods, mother-in-law/daughter-in-law dynamics, and the importance of open communication.

    Dohori Singers

    Dohori Singers

    It is hard to escape that women in Nepal love Teej.  This was evident from the sea of smiles in red sarees at Pashupatinath last week.  But, as Samita asks, “what about the other 364 days of the year?”

    Please enjoy the video below, which offers a glimpse of the Teej celebrations at Pashupatinath last week!

  • TIPTOEING IN A GOOD DIRECTION

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    It’s Tuesday evening, the sun is slowly making it’s way down behind the Vilnius skyline of church towers, and the phone starts playing a classic Nokia tune – who else, but the Ministry of Education!

    A couple weeks ago, when we had met to speak about Roma education in Lithuania, we had discussed the upcoming European Day of Languages (26 September) and how it might be possible to incorporate the Romani language into an activity for Roma and non-Roma schoolchildren. In fact, Ona Čepulėnienė, Senior Specialist at the Ministry of Education, called to invite me to the Day of Languages celebration at the Lithuanian school attended by children from Kirtimai. While this school has been celebrating the event now since 2001, this year was the very first time that the Romani language was showcased- and it was quite the success! There were phrases taught, Savijako tasted (albeit a different recipe, compliments of Božena), and a dance presented that thrilled classmates and teachers alike.

     

    Reading in Romani
    Reading in Romani

     

     

    Romani Dance
    Romani Dance

     

    The quilting group is progressing in leaps and bounds; the Peace Quilt is nearing its completion and the women have begun embroidering souvenir pieces to compliment the themes of the quilt. There’s a lot of enthusiasm and a lot of hard work. Gražina Sluško, Senior Specialist at the Ministry of Culture, even stopped by to take a look and speak to the women about opportunities for cooperation on future events promoting Romani culture, perhaps even this coming International Roma Day (8 April).

     

    A Visit from the Ministry of Culture
    A Visit from the Ministry of Culture

     

    On an entirely different front, the Genocide and Resistance Research Centre of Lithuania is adding 2 August, the International Roma Holocaust Remembrance Day, to its list of Memorable Dates and Anniversaries. While it’s still far from official recognition, it’s another step in the right direction!

  • A STORY FROM CRAIG

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    It took Craig two years to realize that the Nasrallah family remained in their house on account of his daughter despite bullets, rockets, bulldozing attempts, daily threats to physical and mental health, and the fact that it had long ceased to be a home. Rachel had been killed while trying to defend the house in 2003 from a weaponized Caterpillar bulldozer manned by an Israeli Defense Forces captain and driver. The vehicle moved slowly, only a couple of kilometers an hour and it descended upon the target despite the young American woman’s intention to halt it with her humanity. At the time, 16 March 2003, a foreigner’s life was expected to hold currency in Israel, although it has long been understood that Israel considers Palestinians less than human.

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  • THE CLOSE OF AN INCREDIBLE SUMMER

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    At the risk of sounding too cliche, it’s very difficult to come up with the right words to close out my blog and sum up what my summer was like in Bangladesh. I’m back in New York City now, after a nice couple of weeks visiting family in Germany, back to the grad school grind and seeing good friends, falling back into the rhythm and chaos of New York life. I’m happy to be home but the past three months comprised one of the most rewarding and interesting experiences of my life. I experienced the ins and outs of a new country, culture and people. I met so many people, all of them warm and welcoming. I made friends, had the opportunity to take many photographs of a beautiful country full of beautiful people, and did what I could to lay the framework for a longer partnership between the Advocacy Project and the Subornogram Foundation. I injured my foot, writhed in pain when my appendix unknowingly burst, survived emergency surgery with the help of some awesome and caring people, and discovered that I’d definitely like to do more work in human rights advocacy and photojournalism in the future.

    Bangladesh is a country that faces challenges many of us in the United States cannot fathom. Corruption is rampant, there are high levels of economic inequality, and the majority of the country survives with so much less than we have here. Women aren’t treated particularly well and religious or cultural norms are often used as the justification. This list is pretty standard for most of us who’ve worked in developing countries but for me at least, it’s never something you get used to. Even having witnessed similar problems in Mongolia and Cambodia, it’s still a struggle to witness and deal with. My limited experience has led me to believe that despite these challenges, Bangladesh has a bright future. Many people I came across were heavily involved in civil society and local politics. Even in the face of dealing with frustrating problems that appear to have no solutions, many of the people I met remained positive and didn’t allow themselves to be easily discouraged, especially Shahed. I’ve mentioned this before but being around Shahed and witnessing his ability to absorb all the frustrating and sometimes maddening things he has to deal with, and continue to remain positive and work through it…it’s just inspiring and motivating.

    I’m grateful to the Advocacy Project staff and interns for giving me the opportunity to carry the title of Peace Fellow, and for connecting me with someone who I know will be a lifelong friend, Shahed Kayes.  I’m grateful for the incredible hospitality, support, guidance and friendship that Shahed provided me while I stayed in Sonargaon and worked with Subornogram Foundation. I’m grateful to Adam and Frisca for keeping me humble and making me laugh, for taking care of me. I’m grateful for the input and guidance of Dr. Solomon at the U.S. embassy and to the doctors and nurses at Apollo Hospital who operated on me and took care of me afterwards. And of course I’m forever grateful to the friends and family who donated to my cause this summer, which allowed me to travel to Bangladesh in the first place. Thank you.

    My Peace Fellowship in Bangladesh has come to a close but I know that I will be back eventually. While I finish my graduate studies and move forward in life, I’ll continue to do what I can to support Shahed and Subornogram Foundation. The challenges faced by the river gypsies, Dalit cobblers and Mayadip islanders are very important to me and I hope to do what I can in coming months and years to raise awareness for the challenges they face and provide them with the help they need to improve their quality of life.

    To those who’ve followed my blog this summer, thank you for reading, thank you for the support and commentary and I hope you’ve enjoyed witnessing my experience through this blog, the photos and videos. What an amazing summer. :) Cheers.

     

    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community
    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community

     

     

    Sonargaon River Gypsy Children
    Sonargaon River Gypsy Children

     

     

    Million dollars smile
    Million dollars smile

     

     

    Shahed Kayes
    Shahed Kayes

     

     

    Happy Sonargaon Children 2
    Happy Sonargaon Children 2

     

     

    Private Girls' High School - Sonargaon
    Private Girls’ High School – Sonargaon

     

     

    Shahed Kayes, Matt Becker - Sonargaon
    Shahed Kayes, Matt Becker – Sonargaon
  • “BRIDGES INSTEAD OF WALLS!” THE AIC’S INTERNATIONAL POLITICAL CAMP IN PALESTINE AND ISRAEL

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    The previous week at the AIC encompassed six intensive days of learning for a group of 19 Germans in Palestine and Israel. The AIC’s description of the camp reads: “The goal of this one-week field seminar is to provide participants with a deep understanding of the Palestinian and Israeli context and societies, thus enabling more powerful advocacy on behalf of a just peace in the region.”

    Held three to five times a year, the AIC emphasizes that, “the political camp is not a week of tourism.” Instead, the AIC packs the camp schedule with political substance not leaving much if any time for traditional sightseeing or shopping. AIC is a unique vehicle embodying joint Palestinian-Israeli collaboration working towards Palestinian equality. This perspective provides camp participants with an underrepresented insight into the conflict and its future.

     

    Introduction to Palestine and Israel (Photo credit: Catherine Anderson):
    Introduction to Palestine and Israel (Photo credit: Catherine Anderson):

     

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  • WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS, LEMONADE WOULD BE HEALTHIER

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    For as long as is now remembered, negative stereotypes have distinguished the Roma community as “different” from the majority population in Lithuania. Unlike some other national minorities, such as Tatars and Karaites, who were brought to Lithuania to protect the Middle Ages’ Grand Duchy, Roma chose to enter and travel around the territory, selling their wares to peasant markets. Thus, the historical memory regarding Roma is quite different from that of these other minorities glorified as protectors of nobility in national legend. Roma were seen as outsiders of foreign physical appearance and lifestyle, who did not share their values of loyalty to land and nation. As such, a certain fear and distrust of the unknown “other” has separated these communities for many generations and laid the groundwork for viral prejudices. Yet, over the past several decades the stereotypes have changed – where it used to be fear of Roma as thieves or charlatans, it has now assumed another characterization: drug dealers.

    For any number of communities, this is a degrading association. For the Roma, it is especially so. Traditionally, drugs are incongruous with the values of social order and community well-being. The association with drug-dealing is particularly harmful to the Roma already struggling against marginalization, indulging the prejudiced with one more stark rationalization for their discriminatory attitudes. Furthermore, throughout the entirety of Lithuania (including its cities of higher drug prevalence) and all of its various Roma communities, there are really only two Roma communities involved in drug dealing: those of Kirtimai.

     

    Poppy
    Poppy

     

    Kirtimai, once a stopping point for traveling Roma, became a permanent settlement in 1956 in response to the Soviet decree compelling settlement and employment. While it cannot be precisely identified when drugs first became a means of livelihood for the excluded community, it is estimated to have begun in the mid-1990s. During the Soviet regime, officially, jobs existed for all and drugs existed for none. However, with the collapse of the Soviet state came the turmoil of a fledgling independent Lithuania, a disconcerted system of public services, and a plunge in employment opportunities. Concurrently, the prevalence and demand for drugs grew.

    Unfortunately, the interplay of these factors greatly prompted Roma participation in the developing illegal drug market. Far from idyllic, reality dictates in the end: individuals need income in order to survive. For a population unwelcome in the legal market, the drug trade generates income. That is certainly not to say that this has been a healthy development in the Kirtimai settlement, but if it is to be combatted, it must be understood why it prevails.

    The dominance of the drug trade in Kirtimai could be eliminated. Police anti-drug operations in Vilnius focus on Kirtimai: surveillance cameras record settlement life, police patrols are regular, and raids are well-organized. Within the first six months of 2010, the operation had registered all of the 1500 users frequenting Kirtimai and obtained a written statement from each, declaring that drugs had been procured in the settlement. You can imagine how this may lend itself to raids that, due to the lack of registered addresses of houses in the settlement, occur without warrant. Arrests for drug-related charged have affected nearly the entire adult population and, in turn, affect the younger generations in a severe manner.

    While drug trade combatting measures must be taken, there are a number of auxiliary measures that are, perhaps, even more essential to effectively curtailing the illegal market. Alternate and viable sources of income, commitment to preparing socially-disadvantaged children for future employment, with social aid and help with social inclusion of the population are indispensable. Police can arrest community members till their hearts’ content, but if an environment conducive to sustainable integration cannot be attained, neither will elimination of an illicit market.

    While it may be preferred to criminalize entire populations for situations of such devious dynamics, it may not be overlooked that the root of the problem factors down to, unglamorous as it may be, survival.

    Presentation of the Lithuanian Police

  • VIDEO: A VISIT TO BAGMUSA AND INTERVIEW WITH TULSI

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    Just wanted to get this video posted up. It’s a visit to Bagmusa, the Dalit cobbler community that was the subject of my last blog post. On our last visit to Bagmusa, Shahed and I conducted a brief interview with Tulsi, one of the teachers at the school, who is also from the community. She was a bit nervous but happy to help us. At the risk of making excuses for poor quality work, I had some issues with my video editing software and this didn’t come out quite the way I wanted. I wanted to get it up though, and I am planning to redo a few of the videos and put together a longer video documenting Subornogram’s work when I get back to NYC and have access to better software. My fellowship is pretty much over now but I still have some photos to share and I still want to add videos as I can get them completed. I’m finishing up my final blog post and will get that up as soon as possible. Thanks for watching and thank you for your support.

    Also, I uploaded a set of new photos from some visits Shahed and I had with local folk artists that he supports.

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  • AND THE WORK CONTINUES

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    • Overcome Jetlag –  Complete
    • Move In/Get Settled in Boston – Complete
    • Start my Second Year of Graduate School – Complete
    • Sincerely Miss Africa’s Great Lakes Region – In Progress

    Life these past few weeks looks very different than it did a month ago. Instead of attending human rights trainings and falling asleep under mosquito nets, I am spending my hours in class and, well…sleeping less.

    However, fortunately, some things stay the same. I am delighted and honored to be able to continue working with both Initiatives for Peace and Human Rights (IPHR) and LiCoProMa throughout this next year!

    Over the past few months, I’ve mentioned a great deal about the organization and work of IPHR, but I have not done this for LiCoProMa.

    Below is a brief overview of LiCoProMa, the challenges it faces, and one of the driving members of the organization– Francis Mbembe.

    About LiCoProMa

    LiCoProMa stands for Lique Congolaise pour la Promotion des Droits des Personnes Vulnerables et/ou Marginalisées (in English: Congolese League for the Promotion of Rights of Vulnerable and Marginalized Persons) and is a non-profit organization that runs solely on volunteer donations. Founded in 1998, during the Second Congo War, LiCoProMa was originally created to provide relief to the massive human rights violations occurring in Kisangani (northeastern DRC) at that time.

    Since 1998, LiCoProMa has moved and evolved. Today, LiCoProMa is based out of Goma, DRC, and works to serve the following communities in the following ways*:

    • Albinos – providing education on albinism to primary, secondary, and university students in Kisangani in a manner that fosters greater acceptance and societal inclusion of albinos.

    Dr. Matthieu Bokota and LiCoProMa’s staff  working with the albino community in Kisangani

    • Members of the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Intersex (LGBTI) community– providing access to needed physical and mental healthcare resources, affordable legal services, and a safe space. LiCoProMa also works to provide career & health education that will help LGBTI members in Goma get off the streets** and make wise, sustainable life decisions that do not daily compromise their health.
    • Individuals who are handicap – providing the basic resources these individuals need to get around, whether that be transportation, personal carriers, or care products.

    Francis Mbembe with Mwenyemali. Thanks to LiCoProMa’s help with hospital bills and the purchase of the vehicle displayed, Mwenyemali now runs his own transportation business and is able to support his family.

    • Pygmies – providing basic education desperately needed by this community.  At present, pygmies in DRC belong to a rural-based community that is often neglected, isolated, and bereft of the social resources offered to the greater society.
    • Individuals with HIV/AIDS – providing education on personal care and access to needed medication.
    • Young mothers – providing mothers with the career and maternal education they need to help themselves and their children grow into successful citizens.

    Despite LiCoProMa’s fervent work and valiant efforts, it faces many challenges when trying to accomplish these goals.

    Challenges/Needs

    LiCoProMa’s #1 need – money. This is probably no surprise to anyone in the NGO world who knows how valuable and difficult money is to come by. LiCoProMa needs money to supplement the travel costs of health care workers and lawyers, to complete a guarded compound where LGBTI members can safely seek shelter, to supplement the volunteer time of lead staff members, and to pay for the healthcare supplies necessary for offering routine health checks.

    However, while acknowledging this  predominant need, LiCoProMa also realizes the importance of self-sufficiency and innovation. Thus, the members of LiCoProMa continue to seek alternative solutions to their financial shortcomings. For example, LiCoProMa has recently collaborated with a lawyer and a doctor in Goma who are willing to offer their services for free on a very restricted schedule. While these services are limited, they are nevertheless a great contribution towards realizing LiCoProMa’s mission: “Pour que cesse la discrimination” (in English: “To end discrimination”).

    In addition to financial challenges, LiCoProMa also faces community challenges – most of which stem from the community’s hostility toward LiCoProMa’s work with LGBTI members.

    A few months ago, LiCoProMa’s office was burned down because of their association with the LGBTI community. Furthermore, LiCoProMa recently conducted an anonymous, randomized survey on how members of the Goma community respond to LGBTI members. The result: approximately 85% of the 1000 people surveyed expressed hostility towards the LGBTI community.

    Clear examples of this hostility include LiCoProMa’s LGBTI members being frequently chased and/or attacked because of their identity.  In fact, sadly, after my visit to Goma in July, Carine (pictured below) was attacked for hosting a discussion with LGBTI members and white people (e.g. – me) in her restaurant.

    Carine (in green) was chased and beaten from her restaurant for hosting white people (e.g. – me) and LGBTI members

    While LiCoProMa realizes that the long term solution to this discrimination requires internal organization, self-agency, determination, and patience, they also believe an appropriate short term response is to provide a safe, guarded, compound for LGBTI members to retreat to, as needed.

    Francis

    One of the leading-, and founding-, members of LiCoProMa is Francis Mbembe.***

    In addition to being the Principal Coordinator of LiCoProMa, Francis is also one of the most determined, jovial,  humanitarian individuals I have ever met.

    Francis talking with a member of the albino community

    In 1998, at the cusp of the Second Congo War and the human tragedy that accompanied it, Francis enrolled in school to study Human Rights. During this time, Francis learned the following:

    • Every person has human rights – including the right to have their human rights respected.
    • Sometimes, people need information on how to protect their human rights.

    Over the past 14 years, Francis has devoted himself tirelessly to the work of LiCoProMa. In addition to managing the responsibilities that come with raising a family and maintaining a job, Francis donates all the time he can to support the marginalized and vulnerable in Goma. It’s his passion — and something one quickly picks up on within minutes of meeting him.

    Francis’ consistent concern and care for others are inspiring, as is his proclivity toward action. For example, just a few weeks ago, after visiting an IDP camp in Kanyaruchinya, Francis went back to that camp to pass out as much rice and pens as he was personally able to afford.

    Francis and I stopping to pose for a photo (that’s Goma in the background)

    Francis believes that a slow, persistent, paced fight leads to eventual success…and Francis is fighting.

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    * This is a very brief overview. If you would like more information on any one of these communities and the services LiCoProMa is working to provide, please email me at mminter@advocacynet.org

    **At present, many LGBTI members are discriminated against in all life capacities and see prostitution as the only possible career path to putting food on the table. However, prostitution has severe and negative consequences that require many who identify as L,G,B,T, or I to risk their lives daily in order to live one more day.

    ***LiCoProMa is organized into branches, with one person coordinating any given sector. For example,  LiCoProMa’s Nadia Kanyankore  is the Coordinator for the LGBTI sector, Dr. Matthieu Bokota is the Coordinator for the Albino sector, etc. Francis is the Principal Coordinator that oversees the work of all LiCoProMa sectors.

  • THE ROLE OF LAW: CHILD MARRIAGE AND A CASE FOR A STRENGTHENED RULE OF LAW

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    “Not through the legal system.  That doesn’t work.”

    I was in a meeting a few weeks ago with the members of the Women’s Reproductive Rights Forum* of Dahachaur VDC, located in Surkhet District, when the conversation turned to child marriage.  The members of the forum told me that in their community girls typically get married at around the age of 14 or 15.  “There are very few cases of marriages in which the girl is over 20”, one woman added.

    Members of the Dahachaur Women's Reproductive Rights Forum

    Members of the Dahachaur Women’s Reproductive Rights Forum

    When I asked how we can stop child marriages in Dahachaur, the husband Model Couple Campaigner, Ram Rana, explained to me that approaching it through enforcement of Nepal’s marriage laws (under Nepali law, one must be 20 to marry, or 18 with parental consent) against the will of the families involved is not effective.

    Ram Rana, Model Couple Campaigner for Dahachaur VDC, Surkhet

    Ram Rana, Model Couple Campaigner for Dahachaur VDC, Surkhet

    Currently, I am in Kathmandu working with WRRP to develop a strategy to eliminate child marriage, a root cause of uterine prolapse, and design a long-term combined research and programming proposal toward that end, which WRRP will implement in its working areas.

    Many of WRRP’s educational and awareness raising programs are not directly about enforcing the law (although WRRP does advocate at the policy level; it is in large part due to the efforts of WRRP that there is now government-funded prolapse repair surgery being provided in Nepal).  But I am a lawyer and I think that the law is an important tool to effect social change.  And here we even have the law on our side on its face!

    Every time I find myself writing legal justifications into our proposal I think about what Ram said.  Ram told me about a couple of specific cases of attempts by community members to bring underage marriages to the attention of law enforcement.  The outcome in such situations is either that families protest vehemently enough that law enforcement eventually goes away or the families back down just long enough for law enforcement to go away and then marry their children anyway.

    So what is the role of the law in eliminating child marriage?

    The Nepali government has taken a stance on the issue: it is not legal to marry under the age of 20 (or 18).  Yet over half of Nepali women are married by the age of 18 anyway.  The law is simply disregarded in large parts of Nepal.  Families and teenagers often lie about the ages of wedding youngsters.  Many people remain uninformed about the law.  Local government officials who register marriages do not care about it.

    That’s not acceptable.  I cannot help but have the opposite reaction from Ram.  I don’t give up on the law; I think it desperately needs attention, it needs strengthening.  I acknowledge that the probable response to me by a community member would be “that’s because you have that luxury; you’re not living the realities of rural Nepal”.  My rejoinder?  Exactly.  Isn’t that my job?  To give a voice to the voiceless because I can?

    Let’s raise awareness among communities about marriage age requirements.  Let’s educate local officials on the importance of this law.  Let’s advocate for consequences for officials who marry persons younger than the law requires.  Let’s advocate for consequences for parents who marry off their children.

    The rule of law is important.  Rule of law, peace, democracy, justice, human rights – these concepts are all interrelated and mutually reinforcing.

    Almost six years after the end of the decade-long “people’s war” launched by the Communist Party of Nepal—Maoists, Nepal still struggles to form its permanent government and draft its constitution.  On May 27 of this year, the Constituent Assembly, Nepal’s interim parliament, was dissolved by Prime Minister Baburam Bhattarai after it missed its deadline (again) for consensus on the constitution.

    Now is not the time for giving up on the law.  Not at this fragile time in Nepal’s history.

    *In each of its working areas WRRP facilitates the formation of Women’s Reproductive Rights Forums (or WRRF) at the VDC level, which serve as forums in which members can raise their voices about the reproductive issues they face within safe and supportive communities comprising their fellow community members.  WRRFs are a tool of empowerment.

  • THE ART OF BAKING

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    What would an afternoon of quilting be without a wholesome snack?

    Our featured recipe today is a pie, known in Romani by the name Savijako. In Russian (and the consequent English translation), however, it is referred to as “Gypsy pie”. It is a common treat for holidays such as Easter and Christmas, as well as wedding parties. There exists much variation from family to family in the preparation of Savijako; the following recipe is according to the kitchen of Anžela.

     

    Savijako
    Savijako

     

    SAVIJAKO

    Ingredients:

    yeast
    milk (or water, if you have no milk)
    eggs (at least one)
    salt
    sugar
    .
    more sugar
    butter (melted)
    cottage cheese
    condensed milk
    coconut (shredded)
    calories

    Directions:

    In a bowl, mix the yeast and the milk (or water).

    Add the egg(s), salt and sugar.

    Knead well.

    Leave to rise.

    Knead again.

    Roll dough out to make a thin, flat, circular layer.

    Spread melted butter evenly.

    Add sugar.

    Add cottage cheese, condensed milk, shredded coconut and more sugar, spreading evenly over the surface.

    Flip both ends of the surface in to meet at the center (or, as was the overwhelming consensus: it’s easier to roll).

    Bake.

    Let cool and serve.

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    Savijako pairs well with tea brewed with freshly-cut apples and berries.

  • BAGMUSA – DALIT COBBLER COMMUNITY

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    As many readers may already know, Bangladesh is a predominately Muslim country. Like India and Pakistan though, it has quite a bit of diversity ethnically and religiously. The next largest religious group is the Hindus. In Sonargaon there are two Hindu communities, of the Dalit class (often called “the untouchables” in the Hindu caste system that still exists unfortunately) and mostly cobblers by profession, which Subornogram Foundation works with. Traditionally cobblers are looked down upon as an undesirable profession. There isn’t much money to be made and it’s not considered to be a prestigious job or title. Though there is no caste system in Islam, in Bangladesh even many of the Muslims look down on the Dalit. Perhaps it’s a social or cultural norm but to many of these people, this is their lot in life. This is what they were handed by their god or gods and this they must accept.

    For safety purposes, the Dalit cobblers form their own communities and stick together. Like the river gypsies, children from the cobbler communities battle discrimination from other children in Sonargaon, even when trying to attend local schools. Recognizing the challenges faced by this underprivileged community, Subornogram Foundation has established schools in both the Bagmusa and Kabilganj cobbler communities of Sonargaon. As Shahed described in our interview, it’s part of Subornogram Foundation’s mission to encourage the children of these communities to continue their education, to pursue a better life, to know that they are able to try and improve themselves and improve the lives of their families. When Syed Zainul Abedin, correspondent for Xinhua News Agency (China) in Dhaka, came to visit Sonargaon and document Subornogram’s work, we visited the Subornogram school at the Bagmusa Cobbler community. Here’s a link to an article from Sayed’s visit:

    http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/world/2012-09/04/c_131826857.htm

     

    Below pics are from our visit to the Bagmusa Cobbler community with Syed. Thanks for reading! More to come.

     

    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community. Subornogram School for the Cobbler Children
    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community. Subornogram School for the Cobbler Children

     

     

    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community
    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community

     

     

    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community. Subornogram School for the Cobbler Children
    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community. Subornogram School for the Cobbler Children

     

     

    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community - Sonargaon, Bangladesh
    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community – Sonargaon, Bangladesh

     

     

    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community - Sonargaon, Bangladesh
    Bagmusa Dalit Cobbler Community – Sonargaon, Bangladesh
  • MY STORY… BY GUEST BLOGGER OJOK PATRICK OF THE GULU DISABLED PERSONS UNION

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    I thoroughly enjoy sharing my stories and the stories of others during my experience in northern Uganda with the Gulu Disabled Persons Union (G.D.P.U.) through this blog. There are more blogs to come covering such topics as inclusive sports, yoga for children with disabilities, my Acholi family, the status and implementation of accessible toilets for persons with disabilities in northern Uganda and a certain dance off between me and an Acholi woman at a cultural performance show. However I would like to try something different and feature a guest blogger, my good friend Ojok Patrick. Patrick is a Field Officer at the G.D.P.U. and has an amazing story of success and the places you can go if you believe in yourself.

    My Story…

    By Ojok Patrick, Field Officer for the Gulu Disabled Persons Union

    I am a male Ugandan with a physical disability. I became disabled when I was a kid. The cause of my disability was the administration of an injection on my nerves by medical personnel when I got malaria when I was 2 years old. This paralyzed my right leg and made me walk with difficulty. I did not know I was a disabled child but each time I played with other children they often insulted my disability. This made me very frustrated as a kid. By the time I started schooling that is when I started walking long distances and could feel lots of pain on my hip. This made my life in school really difficult and I would not manage to travel to school every day. I had to miss school at least twice a week until I was taken to where my father was working as that school was very close to our home in the Masindi district (western part of Uganda).

    As a child while studying in primary and secondary school I did not have problems because I was doing well in class and because of that I had lots of friends as they wanted me to help them with their assignments and tests. After completing my secondary education I was admitted to University on a private sponsorship as my parents could not afford school fees. I then joined a Teacher training college where I qualified with a Diploma in Education to teach in secondary School. I taught for six years, then left and worked as a development worker with the National Union of Disabled Persons of Uganda (NUDIPU), associated with the Gulu Disabled Person’s Union. I then left to work as Program Assistant with the Private Partners Collaborating Together Incorporation (Pact Inc.) providing small grant for DPO’s (DPO’s are representative organizations or groups of persons with disabilities) in Gulu and Lira. Currently I am working as Field Officer in the inclusive disability sports project, one of GDPU programs to build the self esteem of children with disabilities through sports.

    Ojok Patrick leading a training session to develop the skills of peer mentors with disabilities to counsel younger persons with disabilities

    Ojok Patrick leading a training session to develop the skills of peer mentors with disabilities to counsel younger persons with disabilities

    After ten years, I went back to the University and completed a bachelor’s degree in public administration and Management in 2011. This will now allow me to compete favorably in the current scarce job markets in Uganda.  In Uganda it’s not easy to get a job as there are lots of qualified people who are degree holders floating on street. This is even worse for PWDs (persons with disabilities) as most employers think they cannot perform well at a work place. Lucky enough for my case I have been able to get jobs to support my family, maybe because my disability is not very severe that is why I have been able to get jobs.

    I am married man and now have two children; I also support two other children who are orphans, they are children of our close relative and have no place to stay so we agreed to take care of them. Both I and my wife have a contract job to support our family. In Uganda because of the attitude that people have on PWDs it is very difficult to maintain a relationship, more especially when you are poor and have no job. We have now been in our marriage for ten years. To be honest there is nothing impossible in this world, no matter what physical challenge you may have, if you are confident and believe in yourself you can also achieve like others have achieved.

    Ojok Patrick, a Field Officer at the Gulu Disabled Persons Union achieved much success in his life through his education and belief in himself.

    Ojok Patrick, a Field Officer at the Gulu Disabled Persons Union achieved much success in his life through his education and belief in himself.

    Apwoyo matek (Thank you),

    Ojok Patrick

  • OF COURSE, THE HORSE IS STILL ROMANTIC…BUT A CAR WOULD BE PREFERABLE

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    The representation of romance of the imagery of Prince Charming riding into the sunset with his bride-to-be traverses century, country, and culture (at least according to Hollywood!). Whether Westley and Buttercup or Aladdin and Jasmine; allow me to introduce to you the Romani couple as well.

    The women in our quilting group decided upon an engagement scene for their Peace Quilt, as the family is a central value of their culture. However, now that the pieces are in place and the quilting is progressing, they’ve noted: We don’t have enough brown thread…there are more horses than people!

     

    Horses Everywhere
    Horses Everywhere

     

    Belonging to the Kalderash group of Roma, the ancestors of these women lived as nomads, traveling by caravan and working as metalworkers, smiths and horse traders. The significance of gold coins stems from this period, in which antique equivalents of visas were secured by paying entry rights in gold. Upon entering a given territory, the traveling craftsmen were well regarded by the local populations for their unique skills. Such was tradition up until these women’s grandparents’ generation, when their families settled in Vilnius. Political and economic realities in Lithuania since then have challenged this way of life, with World War II devastating the population and the Soviet regime compelling settlement and “socially useful labour”. The forced change in lifestyle had adverse effects on the Roma, removing them from their fields of economic expertise and greatly contributing to their marginalization from a society that was, itself, struggling economically. Currently, very few Kalderash families in Vilnius are still involved in horse trading. Most earn their living collecting and selling scrap metal.

    While the image of the nomadism of their forefathers continues to thrive in popular belief (as well as in the traditional nostalgia of our quilters), the families have certainly been settled here in Lithuania for a considerable history. But are they Lithuanian?

    Their primary loyalty remains to family and the Roma community: the word Rom, inRomani, means ‘man’ of the Roma ethnicity, thus linguistically distinguishing Roma from non-Roma, and the preference remains to marry other Roma. Among Roma, Romani is still the language generally spoken, although the dialect has changed significantly over the past several decades. Society is united under an internal code of values and an internal legal system, to which members strictly adhere. Community well-being is of utmost importance and one of the most severe punishments is exclusion from it. Nevertheless, feelings of loyalty to the Roma community by no means detract from a loyalty to the territory and national traditions to which they have belonged for generations; in this sense, they are Roma, but of course they are absolutely Lithuanian as well.

     

    The Man and His Horse
    The Man and His Horse

     

    Legally-speaking? As in accordance with the Law on Citizenship, they were born in Lithuania, to persons of Lithuanian descent, and would, thus, be Lithuanian citizens. But things are not always as they should be. Due to a tricky transition in legislationpending Lithuania’s independence from the Soviet Union, permanent residents of the territory were eligible to register for citizenship in the Republic of Lithuania between 1989 and 1991, provided they had two years of residence within the territory, a legal source of income, and a declaration of allegiance to the Constitution. However, this governed only until November 1991, when it was replaced with the new law of more stringent eligibility requirements.

    Unfortunately, not everyone in the territory responded to the opportunity for citizenship at the advent of the Republic of Lithuania. There are several reasons for this: some did not meet the requirements, some did not see the advantage of formal citizenship, some were worried about declaring an allegiance that could be turned against them if the political situation were to become volatile again (keeping in mind that Lithuanians have suffered quite a bit at the hands of occupying powers). The primary reason in the Kirtimai settlement (to cite one particular community), however, was lack of awareness. Due to the existing marginalization of this community at that time, the initiative to inform them of the law was neglected.

    Consequently, in order for stateless Roma to obtain Lithuanian citizenship now, it is necessary for these individuals, born and raised in Lithuania, to, in accordance with the Law on Citizenship, undergo the same process as foreign-born non-Lithuanian persons seeking naturalization.

    The process requires documentation certifying the right to habitually reside in Lithuania, legal source of support, an exam on the provisions of the Constitution, and an exam in the Lithuanian language. Despite the entitlement of descendants of Lithuanian citizens and descendants of those having been habitually present in Lithuania, as well as children born in Lithuania to citizenship, these naturalization requirements de facto preclude a population of Lithuanian Roma from now claiming their citizenship.

    The vast majority do have residence permits (and thereby the right to habitually reside in Lithuania), whether temporary or permanent. This is very important as the residence permit opens access of persons to the most basic services. It is worth noting, however, that possession of no more than a temporary residence permit renders employment nearly inaccessible. A residence permit does not substitute for citizenship.

    The requirement of a legal source of support is not so easily met. Procedurally, proof of a legal source of income requires a minimum of 10,000 litas in a bank account. Without legal employment, as is the case of more than 90% of Roma in Lithuania, it is all to easy to not have 10,000 litas in a bank account. Especially when banks also generally refuse clients they fear will not prove lucrative to the business. In practice, it is possible to overcome these obstacles if the public official examining the application decides to accept an alternate proof of the requirement. However, the whims of the individual public official should not be the deciding factor as to whether one whose family has resided in Lithuania for generations is eligible for citizenship.

    While I will not go into details about Roma education in Lithuania quite yet, I will assure you that the last two citizenship eligibility requirements, a written exam on the Constitution of the Republic of Lithuania and an exam on the Lithuanian language, are also problematic for a substantial population of Roma. Education remains a serious issue; 25.3% of Roma in Lithuania did not complete primary education or were illiterate at the time of the last published census. While the language exam may seem benign, in fact, more than one-third of Roma do not speak Lithuanian. One of the two groups of Roma of Kirtimai speak Romani and Russian. So do the Kalderash Roma in Vilnius, to which our quilting group belongs. In order to pass these exams, individuals must be able to read, write, and study in Lithuanian.

     

    Sample Questions
    Sample Questions

     

    One final logistical consideration regarding the inaccessibility of citizenship to the Roma in Lithuania who missed the transitional citizenship opportunity is that obtaining any document requires time and money: to travel, to prepare, to apply, to take exams, to pay the associated costs. For those who have already been excluded on the basis of not having income, or that of not being literate, these will resurface as obstacles.

    If it is such a hassle to obtain Lithuanian citizenship for these individuals, why is it important?

    Holding a permanent residence permit entitles individuals to many state services; but far from all. Not having citizenship may bring disadvantages in employment, housing, health care, migration, and civic participation. Perhaps this final aspect does not appear to be of vital consequence; after all, the other aspects may directly impact physical well-being. However, these individuals do belong to the country, it istheir country, it is their past, and they do want to be involved in the decisions affecting their future. There is their dignity at stake in denying them their national identity.

    Statelessness of Roma in Lithuania is much more a problem of adult generations. Children are meanwhile being registered at birth as Lithuanian citizens and future problems of statelessness appear to be being prevented. Nevertheless, those who do remain stateless are not insignificant as such. There needs to be more attention to the existing issue and legal means by which to rectify a situation caused by a public omission. Numerous actors are involved in responding to statelessness, including the Roma Community Centre, which offers preparation courses for the citizenship tests. Yet, the issue stems from a legal technicality and its remedy is, thus, not the responsibility of civil society to prepare individuals for the naturalization exam, nor of individual public officials to make exemptions to stipulated procedures, but is that of the state. The law needs to be accessible to the applicants, who, through no fault of their own, were excluded from their entitlement.

  • CHILD FRIENDLY VILLAGES: SPREADING IDEAS THROUGH GRASSROOTS EMPOWERMENT

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    07/06/2012

    Part 1

    Last week, after much waiting and various schedule changes, Alex and I were able to visit two Child Friendly Villages.  We stayed in Dang district due to the limited availability of BASE’s car, but were able to see two different examples of Child Clubs.

    Child Friendly Villages are BASE’s model for sustainable grassroots empowerment and education.  In this model, the village is held responsible for the well-being of its children and is encouraged to play an active role in promoting child protection and child rights.  BASE staff members hold workshops to teach villagers about the importance of education and encourage child involvement in community decision-making.  Parents are encouraged to send their children to school instead of sending them off to work.  If parents choose to keep their children employed instead of educated, villagers use persuasion and group pressure to convince parents to educate their children.  Additionally, one of the Child Clubs’ functions is to raise money to send village children to school.  The Clubs operate within Child Friendly Villages and are completely managed by children in the village.  The Nepalese government was so impressed by the model, they’ve considered implementing similar models across the country.

    The first village was not far from Tulsipur – about 20 minutes away, through winding dirt roads and past dusty brown fields that were just beginning to show signs of green from recent rains.  Yogina (BASE’s secretary – and my friend), Alex, and I waited on the second floor of a small mud brick building in the middle of the village as children arrived for the meeting.  34 kids poured into the room and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of us.  I smiled at the children.  34 pairs of eyes stared back, but only a few children smiled. One tiny girl, probably around 7 years old, loudly whispered something in Nepali to her friend.  I glanced at her, and she burst into giggles.

     

    Waiting
    Waiting

     

    BASE’s field coordinator for the village introduced himself and explained to the children in Nepali that guests from America had come to learn more about the child club and the children themselves.  Each child then stood up and introduced himself or herself by name, age, and grade in school.  In Nepal, last names indicate ethnicity and caste, so many people have the same last name but are not related.  This piece of information proved very useful for me, since I was quite confused as to why everyone in BASE’s office was named “Chaudhary”, thinking everyone was related.  All of the children in the Child Club were Tharu, one of the lower groups in Nepal’s ethnic and caste system, so their last names were all Chaudhary.

    Alex and I introduced ourselves.  I then asked, “Have you ever worked as a child laborer?”  Yogina translated into Nepali.  The children shifted on the floor and looked at each other, but no one answered.  I tried again.  Yogina repeated the question.  Silence.

     

    Faces of freedom
    Faces of freedom

     

    I frantically wracked my brain for a way to get the children to relax, smile, and stay focused on our questions.  We couldn’t continue at this pace – we’d lose their attention.  In addition, we weren’t getting concrete answers.  I taught English in Indonesia for a couple of years and knew that my high school students could easily get bored by TTT – what we in TESL call “Teacher Talking Time.” If high school kids couldn’t sit still, I couldn’t expect 7 to 14 year olds to sit still for an interview…especially if I was the only one talking.

    “Have them stand up if they have a brother,” I suddenly said.

    Yogina looked at me like I was crazy.  “Please,” I pleaded.  “It’ll keep them entertained and focused and maybe…just maybe they’ll answer questions.”

    Yogina repeated my instructions in Nepali, and most of the children, although confused, stood up.

    “Now have them stand up if they have two brothers,” I instructed. “Three brothers.” “One sister.” “Two sisters.”  “A goat.” “A chicken.”  The children figured out the activity quickly and giggles rippled across the group.  Children jumped to their feet and turned their heads rapidly to see which of their friends were standing.  We then incorporated our interview questions into the game.  “Now stand up if you’ve ever been a child laborer.”  “Stand up if you know someone in your village who is or was a child laborer.”  Once relaxed, the children were much more eager to talk and answer our questions.

    Playing games

    Alex and I learned much about Child Clubs from that meeting.  No one currently in the club was a child laborer, but the children knew of some former club members who had graduated out of the club and who had been laborers. The club had been able to raise money to send those laborers to school and now there were no more child laborers in the village.

    In addition, the Child Club was very organized.  The children kept a record of their meetings and met consistently to plan community activities. The club’s leaders collected club fees from each child and saved them for club activities to help children learn fiscal responsibility.  The room was covered in posters and charts drawn by the children with detailed plans for future meetings and monthly activities.  I was very impressed by the leadership and organization exhibited by this large group of children.

    Children sing Nepal’s national anthem

    Visiting with the children gave me hope that Child Clubs may be the key to empowering communities, combating child labor, and promoting gender equality.  Child Clubs show villages that children can be responsible and mature, as well as financially competent.  Child Clubs rescue child laborers through community activism and fund raising.  Finally, Child Clubs teach children about solidarity and equality, putting both boys and girls in positions of leadership together and teaching them to work together to make communities better.  I hope to see the growth of more Child Clubs in the future.

     

     

    Nepali Idol
    Nepali Idol

     

     

     

     

    Child Club Visit
    Child Club Visit
  • CHANGEMAKERS: WHO DRIVES WRRP AND WHAT DRIVES THEM

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    During my field visit to the WRRP-Lahan working area in July, while sitting quietly and unattended outside of a tea shop in Jandol VDC of Saptari District, a man who spoke some small amount of English approached me and, after (I think) explaining to me that he is someone important in the community, asked me about my work in Nepal.

    I spoke for a short while about WRRP and its work on uterine prolapse and my particular interest in child marriage.  This man then asked me my age and inquired about my marriage.  I told him my age and stated that I am unmarried.  He did not hide his shock-bordering-on-disapproval and asked if it is common in my country to remain unmarried this long, to which I replied “yes” (it is in my circles).

    Mr. Important of Jandol then told me that in Nepal girls are married by the age of 20.

    “Is that a good thing?”, I asked.

    “Yes, 16 to 20 is the appropriate age for girls to marry”, he said and then spoke for a bit about the physical maturity of girls and cultural practices, only the gist of which I understood.

    A view of Jandol from the offices of CBO Maitighardaiya Samuha, with which WRRP partners to implements its programs

    A view of Jandol from the offices of CBO Maitighardaiya Samuha, with which WRRP partners to implements its programs

    When I finally sat down for tea with the two women with whom I was spending my time in Jandol – Jandol Program Coordinator Ranzita Chaudhary and Jandol UP Campaigner Samita Chaudhary – I conveyed to them my conversation with the important man through a combination of words and gestures, as they speak only some English (and I speak hardly any Nepali).  I then asked them their ages – I already knew that they are both unmarried as I had been to their homes and talked with them about their families.  They informed me that Ranzita is 27 and Samita is 22.

    UP Campaigner Samita Chaudhary and Program Coordinator Ranzita Chaudhary in Jandol VDC, Saptari District

    UP Campaigner Samita Chaudhary and Program Coordinator Ranzita Chaudhary in Jandol VDC, Saptari District

    “But that man said women in Nepal marry by 20?”, I posed suggestively.

    Ranzita just looked at me and replied, without so much as blinking, “progress”.

    I broke out into the hugest smile.  As the corners of Ranzita’s lips turned up only slightly, I saw what makes her a true changemaker.  Ranzita does not merely go through the motions of implementing WRRP’s programs, she lives the example.  Ranzita struts around her community exuding a confidence that I wish I possessed, and her entire being defies you to tell her that women are inferior or “belong” anywhere.

    Ranzita Chaudhary, Jandol Program Coordinator

    Ranzita Chaudhary, Jandol Program Coordinator

    “It is not that I don’t want to get married”, Ranzita shared with me during our time together, showing her softer side, “I do.  But it is important to me to first become independent”.

    The video below comprises WRRP personnel sharing their thoughts on why they do the work that they do.  But it is not solely because of these stellar individuals that WRRP is able to effect social change; it is because these changemakers find the Ranzitas of Nepal with whom to join forces.  As WRRP Advocacy Officer Dushala Adhikari recently reminded me, “WRRP is their organization; it’s not our organization”, referring to the members of the grassroots communities in which WRRP works – such as Ranzita.

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    Before you enjoy the following video, here is a little bit of background to help you understand WRRP as an organization and how it implements its programs – from the WRRP team in Kathmandu to the ordinary yet extraordinary community members working on the ground in the villages.

    The Beginning

    WRRP is a program within the larger and prior-established Centre for Agro-Ecology and Development (or CAED) which has worked in the areas of agricultural rights and land rights, among other human rights, in Nepal.  During the mid- to late-1990s, the members of CAED, through carrying out their fieldwork in the far-Western district of Achham, started to become aware of the high number of women in this area suffering from a condition which they later learned to be uterine prolapse.  The CAED team gradually became aware of the host of issues – social, physical, psychological – that commonly accompany the condition.

    WRRP Executive Director Samita Pradhan describes the beginning of WRRP: “our team thought that if we are working with women, if we are working in women’s rights, we have to work on this”.  And in 1999, WRRP was launched to work toward curbing the prevalence of uterine prolapse in Nepal through preventive as well as curative measures.  WRRP’s holy grail is that uterine prolapse in Nepal is more than merely a medical problem; it is a women’s rights issue, the underlying cause of which is the deeply rooted subordination of women.

    The Structure

    WRRP is headquartered in Kathmandu.  This is where Samita works with her small but stellar team, and this is where the high level organizational planning, strategizing, and program coordination takes place.

    Family lunchtime at the WRRP offices in Kathmandu!

    Family lunchtime at the WRRP offices in Kathmandu!

    Then there are the WRRP field locations.  These change over time as WRRP’s programs become self-sustaining in particular areas and as WRRP expands into new areas.  Currently, WRRP has a field team based in Birendranagar municipalityof Surkhet District (the “WRRP-West” team), which works in Surkhet, Jajarkot, and Deilekh districts, a field team based in the town of Lahan in Siraha District (the “WRRP-Lahan” team), which works in Siraha and Saptari districts, and a field team based in and working in Mugu District.  Each field team is small and consists of a managing coordinator, an advocacy officer, a reproductive health officer, and an administrative officer – give or take.

    So how do these few individuals implement programs in such large, diverse areas?  They work together with the community members themselves.  This is what Dushala means when she says “WRRP is their organization”.

    WRRP partners with community-based organizations (or CBOs) in its working areas and designated persons therefrom are the frontline implementers of WRRP’s programs in their respective communities.  Generally, one community member from the CBO serves as the “Program Coordinator” for a few, say three to five, nearbyVillage Development Committees (or VDCs – each of Nepal’s 75 districts is further divided into VDCs), and one or two community members serve as “Uterine Prolapse Campaigners” (or UP Campaigners) in each VDC.  In the working areas of WRRP-West, the roles of UP Campaigners are filled by Model Couple Campaigners (or MCCs – wife and husband couples).

    UP Campaigners working in Siraha and Saptari districts engage in group discussions at a psychosocial analysis training program organized by WRRP-Lahan in July

    UP Campaigners working in Siraha and Saptari districts engage in group discussions at a psychosocial analysis training program organized by WRRP-Lahan in July

    These grassroots level coordinators and campaigners work closely with the WRRP field teams and attend training programs, host group discussions, make household visits, organize educational programs, help those in their communities navigate the health system, and put women in contact with WRRP as needed.

    Believe it or not, this is me trying to keep it short, so if you are interested to know more, please ask!  If you have any comments, suggestions, or thoughts to share, please also do so!  Click Leave A Reply below.

    Now, please enjoy a few thoughts from the WRRP team members themselves.

  • For the Love of God can Someone Please Give her a HUG!!

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    7/31/12

    Hugs are a social construct. Along with Dylan Groves I am well known for my ability to spot social constructs, whether they exist or not. However, I never thought of the act of hugging as something that is not universal. It is such a natural reaction to us in the states, when we win a sporting event we hug, when someone is crying we hug them and when we say goodbye to someone we are at all close with we hug. It is an act that can express so many things and we do it so often; yet, it something that we never think about.

    Nepal is a place where the inability to hug has come as a shock and the fact that it comes up so often is surprising to say the least. My first incident was when our land lady gave us a piece of furniture for our clothes and gave us some grapes she had just picked. Naturally I gave her a hug to thank her, this turned out to be a faux pas. I could tell by her reaction something wasn’t right and then asked and apparently men do not hug women, even if said women is in her late 60’s. Since I have never thought of the hug as remotely sexual, it had never occurred to me. I made this mistake again thanking a friend of ours who is a tailor for cutting quilt squares for us for free.

    Needless to say I do not want to cause a scandal and have been more careful in my actions. The inability to hug yes is hurting my ability to express myself, but it really hasn’t caused me that much harm. That however changed yesterday, when we visited a home for ex-kamalahari girls, girls who had worked in a debt-bondage system and were orphaned. We were having a grand old time getting tours and asking questions. We painted quilt squares with the girls and helped them, express how they felt well they were working. Sure it was heavy stuff but everyone was smiling and enjoying themselves. As we let the quilt panels dry we thought it would be a good opportunity to interview any girl who wanted to speak on camera. The idea is that they can tell their story and the world can listen.

    The artists

    The interviews were going well, we wrote questions and Pinky was asking them for us. We were getting what I thought were candid answers and there were some emotional moments, but everyone was doing well. Then we got to our 4th interview of a girl named Ranjita. She was telling a heartbreaking story that made her cry. In fact at the time I could not even tell what the story was about, but you knew it was painful and sorrowful. Hopefully within the next weeks you will be able to see a translated video of her story. I cannot do it justice here

    However, having worked with children for over a decade my first instinct was to hug her, but I could not. I was unable to help her in any way. The camera kept rolling and she kept crying. I wanted to stop the interview as a way to protect her and make myself feel like I was doing something  to help her, but she needed to get the story out. I was unable to express my compassion for her and her experiences. Gender roles had handcuffed me in this small way.

    Ranjita

    As the interview ended she ran out crying and all I could say was could someone for the love of God, please give her a hug. Luckily, Rachel was able to hug her for 15 minutes as she cried on her shoulder. A cathartic moment that I am told ended up with 15 girls hugging and then taking fashion photos of each other.

    I have never been in a gender segregated society like Nepal, where girls sit on one side of a classroom and the boys on the other. In this case it was not being able to give comfort. In other areas it is not being able to express joy or get the real opinion of a woman because of cultural norms. I understand every culture is different, but when someone is crying you just want to comfort them and that was impossible merely because of gender.

  • ROUGH PATCH AT BOSFAM

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    BOSFAM's Srebrenica Center has closed as it waits for enough funding to pay for supplies, salaries and utilities.

    BOSFAM’s Srebrenica Center has closed as it waits for enough funding to pay for supplies, salaries and utilities.

    Times are hard in Bosnia, and times are hard at BOSFAM. After operating on borrowed time and money, we have been forced to close the doors of the Srebrenica Center. As of September 1st, 2012 the BOSFAM Center in Srebrenica will remain closed until enough funding comes in to reopen it. BOSFAM’s operations will continue in Tuzla. A number of unfulfilled agreements and  empty promises have lead BOSFAM into dark and cold waters. After a bureaucratic hide and seek we have come to the end of personally subsidized operations of BOSFAM. Unable to pay salaries, buy supplies, or pay for utilities any, longer the Srebrenica Center will be closed.

    For many women BOSFAM is the only family they have, the only financial support they have and the only place they can come and find community. Especially in Srebrenica, women have returned alone to large homes they once shared with their families. Without BOSFAM they have no sense of purpose and no means of support. The value of what BOSFAM does is beyond anything that can be counted by bills and coins, but unfortunately even noble work lives in the world of money. With very little, BOSFAM does so much. BOSFAM has the structure and outreach to support and employ over 100 women with the minimal operation costing only $2, 00.00 US a month. However in a country with unemployment hovers around 50% and  a divisive political climate, such a modest budget is often out of reach.

    Founded in the refugee camps in Tuzla, BOSFAM has been operating to help war ravaged women for 18 years. Initially after the war, funding came from many individual donors and international governments alike. However, as the gaze of the world wanders to other countries, issues and cat videos, the once flowing stream of funding has all but trickled to a stop. BOSFAM has survived on sporadic grants and one-time donors, but this is no way to offer sustained support to women. Every day, women come to BOSFAM asking if there is anything they can do for work, anything we can do to help them pay for food, for school for their children or for medicine. Each and every day we have to deny their pleas.

    The women of BOSFAM make beautiful one-of-a-kind works that people in Bosnia simply do not have enough expendable income to afford. Instead of asking for donations, we are asking for people to explore the many products made by the women of BOSFAM. We have just launched a new WEBSHOP where beautiful handmade traditional handicraft is available for purchase. With income from sales BOSFAM can reopen the doors of the Srebrenica Center and reach out a helping hand to the women of Bosnia.

    VISIT THE WEBSHOP HERE

     

  • QUILTER PROFILE: LONG NGRU

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    The members of the women’s group were not enthusiastic when the AEPD team and I first suggested that they quilt to share their life stories. They protested that they were not professional artists. That they’d never quilted before in their lives. That their products would be unpresentable. But they never expressed doubt about the value of their stories. And this, as I told them, was what mattered.

    The quilting project began in 2007, initiated by my sponsor, the Georgetown-based Advocacy Project. To date it has helped disempowered groups from around the world produce 13 quilts that tell their stories. Quilts have been produced by women in Srebrenica to commemorate their massacred husbands and sons; survivors of sexual violence in the Democratic Republic of the Congo; and Nepalese former child laborers. The quilts have been exhibited in Europe and the United States, most recently at UN Headquarters in New York where they were viewed by over 70,000 people.

    I told all of this to the Vietnamese women’s group to no avail. If anything hearing about the quilting project’s global scope made them even more reluctant to create. They were intimidated. Realizing that I was losing them, I made a final attempt. I picked up the colored markers and paper I’d brought along and drew an explosion with the words “No More Landmines” scrawled next to it. I’m a horrible drawer. Although we didn’t speak the same language, I didn’t need my Vietnamese translator to tell me that the women’s group’s subsequent sigh of relief meant “we can do better than that.” And so they agreed. They would quilt.

    In the end, only two of the women could find time outside of their busy schedules of working full time and caring for their families to participate. Luckily, each woman who did quilt created multiple panels on a range of subjects affecting the lives of people with disabilities (PWDs) in Quang Binh Province. Here is the story of one of those quilters:

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    Ms. Long Ngru was 19 when she was hit by a motorbike and crippled for life. “The first thing I thought after my accident was that I didn’t want to be a burden to my family,” she told me. She spent the next 13 years of her life in depression, bolstered by a supportive family but still unhappy with her life in a wheelchair.

    According to Ms. Long, this all changed with her introduction to the Association for the Empowerment of Persons with Disabilities (AEPD). Lured into attending an AEPD training on the rights of PWDs, Ms. Ngru found a supportive community of other PWDs who shared similar experiences dealing with depression and social exclusion.

     

    Ms. Long Ngru with her child
    Ms. Long Ngru with her child

     

    Encouraged by the first training, Ms. Long attended a second that taught financial planning skills to PWDs, preparing them to start their own businesses. “Thanks to the training, I learned that PWDs could be valuable,” she told me. Following the training, Ms. Long received a grant from AEPD that paid for a refrigerator, which helped her start the cafe she nows operates.

    At the business training, Ms. Long met her future husband.  He was another PWD who had been a recluse for most of his life before his involvement with AEPD.  A year after the training the couple was married. They now run the cafe together while raising their first child.

     

    Ms. Long Ngru with her quilt and family
    Ms. Long Ngru with her quilt and family

     

    Ms. Long’s quilt panels depict her, her husband and her baby. Ms. Long told me she hoped her quilt would express the happiness AEPD helped her achieve by introducing her to other PWDs and helping her start a family.

     

    To learn more about the AP quilt project, visit The Advocacy Project. A new quilt created from panels made by Vietnamese PWDs will be completed and exhibited this fall. 

  • QUILTER PROFILE: CAO THI MEN

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    The following profiles a Vietnamese quilter and person with disabilities (PWD) who is a beneficiary of the Association for the Empowerment of Persons with Disabilities (AEPD). To learn more about the quilt project, read my previous blog post or visitThe Advocacy Project.

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    In 1973, six year old Cao Thi Men and her little sister were playing in a field near their home when they heard the screech of an incoming American plane. Instinctively the young Cao Thi Men wrapped herself over her younger sibling. Ms. Cao doesn’t remember hearing or feeling the explosion. Her first memory after regaining consciousness is of her baby sister, screaming but unharmed. Her next memory is trying in vain to move her legs.

    Shrapnel from the bomb had cut Ms. Cao’s spinal cord and was embedded in her lower back, leaving a constant agony. Due to its location, surgeons couldn’t extract the shrapnel without risking her death. Doctors told her she would probably have to deal with the pain for the rest of her life. “I considered suicide,” Ms. Cao told me.

    When AEPD outreach worker Mr. Thuan first visited her in 2007, Ms. Cao had already spent more than three decades confined to a bed. She socialized with no one beyond the family of the little sister who had cared for her since her parents died. Mr. Thuan says that at first Ms. Cao wouldn’t see him. She was deeply depressed. But Thuan, himself a PWD, persisted, visiting her home every time he made his rounds to PWDs in her district. When Ms. Cao finally relented after weeks of Mr Thuan hounding her, she told him that she hadn’t seen a doctor in years and was resigned to living her life in pain. He encouraged her to seek medical help, suggesting that modern medicine could offer her relief unavailable in 1973. She refused.

    It took two years of Mr. Thuan’s regular encouragement before Ms. Cao finally agreed to see a doctor. The surgeons who examined her said they could help, and a few weeks after their prognosis they removed the shrapnel from her spine. The change was immediate and dramatic. The pain was gone. And although she couldn’t walk, she regained some movement in her legs and was able to leave her bed without assistance for the first time since she was a child.

    It took another two years for Mr. Thuan to convince Ms. Cao to attend her first AEPD training, a 3-month basket weaving course. She was a natural, quickly moving from simple receptacles to more advanced shapes and designs. With Thuan’s help, she eventually secured a job weaving conical hats with the local women’s union, the first job of her life. Through her job and the AEPD trainings, Ms. Cao also made her first friends, most of them PWDs who had also dealt with depression and social exclusion.

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    When I asked her if she wanted to participate in the AP quilting project, Ms. Cao quickly said yes. I didn’t need to explain to her how other PWDs could benefit from hearing her story. Mr. Thuan’s own story of losing his hand was vital in his ability to connect with Ms. Cao and help her. The quilting project was an opportunity for her to offer solace to others.

     

    One of Ms. Cao's quilt panels. Click to see more.
    One of Ms. Cao’s quilt panels. Click to see more.

     

    “Sorry, I could only make 12,” Ms. Cao told me when I came to her house to pick up the quilt panels she’d created. I hadn’t asked for more than one or two. Instead, Ms. Cao had singlehandedly made enough panels to constitute a quilt.

    Explaining to me the story on each panel, it was apparent that she had sewn her life story. One panel shows a mangled body. Another panel depicts a PWD trapped on the roof as a flood engulfs her home below, an event Ms. Cao experienced during Vietnam’s historic floods in 2010. Still another panel bears a frowning, legless woman next to a bomb. In the middle of this embroidered bomb Ms. Cao placed a piece of metal she’d removed from her bedside drawer. “This is part of the bomb that blew me up,” she said. “The surgeons pulled this from my back.”

    Amid the stories of struggle and sorrow, Ms. Cao also created quilt panels that expressed feelings of optimism and social inclusion. “This one shows that disabled people can be useful in society,” she said, displaying a panel of a crippled person farming. “And this other one shows me now, making conical hats for a living.” She smiled as she said this.

     

    Ms. Cao with AEPD staff Xuan Dung Tran Thi
    Ms. Cao with AEPD staff Xuan Dung Tran Thi

     

    Ms. Cao is happy with her new life. She laughs when she plays with her nieces. She smiles with pride when she shows visitors the beautiful woven bowls she creates with ease. When I spoke with Ms. Cao it was difficult to imagine the beaming woman before me severely depressed for so many years. It was only when I asked Ms. Cao what she thought of AEPD and Mr. Thuan that the look on her face changed, hinting at pain she’d only recently overcome. “They gave me my life back,” she told me, with tears in her eyes. “I owe them everything.”

     

    To learn more about the AP quilt project, visit The Advocacy Project. A new quilt created from panels made by Vietnamese PWDs will be completed and exhibited this fall. 

  • Health in Nepal: A Personal Experience- Part II

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    I am not sharing these thoughts and my experiences to disparage the doctors and nurses that work very hard and treat more patients in a week than American doctors treat in a month. The people that work in these hospitals are doing God’s work and it is not even the fault of the government who does not have the resources to pay for better. I am not sharing these thoughts so that you can pity the “poor Nepali’s” because they are a strong people that do not want or need your pity. I am writing it because I am trying to understand a world where the disparity of care can be so great. A world where everyone I know was born in private rooms with the most modern of care, while in Nepal it is a game of roulette played on old equipment. A world where my grandmother can get world class care and see as many of the world’s best doctors at the Cleveland Clinic, while the elderly women on the bed wastes away from everywhere except my mind.

    Today I began this blog in the office and finished it at home; in that time an event occurred that shook me to my core. I was lighting mosquito coils, when I heard a sob that was so heartfelt and so deep that I could not even grasp it. The pain in that sob came from a place that I cannot even comprehend. I looked over my porch and saw a crowd around a women screaming on the ground. As I watched this I saw an older many gentle cradling something in his arms and walking in the direction of the Hindu temple. I could not see what it was because it was so small and covered in a light blue blanket. Yet, I immediately knew what had happened; I knew instinctively that a baby had died. The pain in that cry can only come from the love of a mother. Twenty minutes later as I was explaining what happened to Rachel, we saw a bike pulled cart come the house and a mattress put in it. The woman was carried out and placed gently in the cart, her small daughter climbed in next to her and they were taken in the direction of the Hospital, I had visited the day before.

    As I stood there with tears in my eyes I was told that a two day old child had just died. As I write this I am filled again with those tears and now with anger. How can the world be such a lottery of where you were born? If that child had been born in the states it would have had a chance. How can a world be just that allows the fate of an innocent child to be determined by such trivial factors as location? The pain of that mother would have been the same anywhere in the world whether it was Nepal, El Salvador, the USA or South Africa. The pain is not made any easier because it is so much more common for a mother or child to die during or in the days following child birth. The pain that I heard in that scream will live with me now, but so will the fact this is not right and not a world I choose to live in. It is the duty of all of us who have been born into circumstances that people would literally kill for their children experience, to change the randomness of the world.

    I refuse to live in a world where whether you see your fifth birthday is a lottery. Even though it often seems like a losing battle, we must fight it because the stakes are so high. The more equality and development we can bring to world the less of those horrifying scenes and screams will exist. This is not a call for charity, but a call for opportunity. Every man, women and child should have the opportunity to live their lives in manner that is fitting for our age. I never want to utter the phrase “that person didn’t have a chance” again.

  • Health in Nepal: A Personal Experience-Part I

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    X-ray time

    I don’t like to think of myself as injury prone, but I am not a stranger to getting the occasional scrape. I have gotten stitches 5 times, torn my rotator cuff and broken 2 ribs, so I know my way around the medical system. Also for those who don’t know I used to be the manager of a children’s clinic in El Salvador, worked with a clinic as a Peace Corps volunteer in Costa Rica and used to hang around a clinic in Honduras. So it seems that I either get hurt in America or end up at medical facilities anywhere that I travel.  So I guess I should have seen my trip to a hospital in Nepal coming. Spending almost 3 months in a country and having nothing to do with health is contrary to my past experiences. However, I was not prepared for what I saw in the public hospital in Tulsipur Nepal.

    As readers of my twitter know I hurt myself playing soccer. I was trying to clear the ball and instead hit the leg of another player. Let’s just say this hurt a lot and I had to stop playing. When I returned home and asked Rachel how the bruise looked and I believe her reaction was “Oh my God, what did you do? It looks like you have an orange under your skin”. This led to an attempt to get ice, which was not successful since I have seen no ice in Tulsiper, but it did result in me buying an ice cream and putting that on my bruise. It did help, though I am pretty sure that the neighborhood thinks I am super weird especially since the next day I found a really cold water bottle and sat outside the store with that on. As the week went by the notch stayed though it eventually became merely golf ball sized and the bruising became a wonderfully purplish color. After about a week of this, it still hurt while I walked. Many became convinced I had a hairline fracture and needed to go to the doctor. This is how I ended up at the government hospital is Tulsipur, Nepal.

    The waiting room

    Let me start by saying that hospital is what the place is called by everyone and what the sign says. However, it is not like any hospital I know of, it is a dark, damp, overcrowded set of rooms inside a building. As you can see from the pictures taken by Rachel Palmer, who graciously came to document my misery at my request, it is a hospital in the loosest sense of the word. As I make commentary on what I saw I must first say that the government is building a new hospital in Tulsipur that will be done soon. It is supposed to be nicer, but to be honest the only way I can see it being worse is if it doesn’t have a roof. Women who had just given birth were crammed three to a room. In this case room meant cubicle, because a normal size room had been sub divided to hold 3 cubicles all holding 3 women with their babies and their families. I saw hospital beds that were just metal beds with thin mattress, with patients on top of them that were even thinner. For the past 24 hours I have had the image of an elderly lady who was lying in a bed on my way out. This woman was skeletal thin, lying on her side and when I close my eyes I can still see her.

    As for my treatment it was handled professionally. I was given an x-ray with no waiting in line for only 150 rupees ($1.70). After the x-ray I had to sit in a big waiting room with everyone else. As I looked around I saw a floor that was dirt in some places and people coughing lining up to get tuberculosis medicine. Everyone was crowding to get a doctor. When I saw him he told me it was only a deep tissue bruise and gave a prescription for the swelling. 90 rupees ($1.02) later I was out of there. The hospital affected me deeply and I cannot express the way that it was. The hospital was like nowhere I have ever been and to be honest like nowhere I ever want to be again. Please continue in part II

  • MY NEIGHBOR, THE CHILD LABORER

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    “See?  Servant! My servant,” Bikas’ father says proudly, pointing at the small boy bringing plates of dhal baht to hungry customers in the small café.

    My stomach lurches.  The boy, who looks around 11 or 12 years old, brings me a large plate of dhal baht and vegetables, and waits for me to try the food. I smile politely and spoon a mouthful of lentils and rice into my mouth.  It tastes like sawdust to me.  Alex sits across from me, shock registering across his face.  We don’t say anything, but I can tell neither one of us is hungry anymore.

    My new neighbor

    I see child laborers everywhere in Nepal.  They mop floors, haul water jugs bigger than themselves down the street, wash dishes, and work in mechanic shops.  I see them in homes, markets, street corners, and shops.  They’re the poorest of the poor, children with one set of tattered, dirty clothes who don’t attend school.  And they’re in every industry you can think of.

    No school, just child care

     

    Girls fishing in Bardiya District

    But this particular case hits home.

    My favorite neighbors, the ones who make dhal baht for me, whose kids call me “auntie,” have just acquired a child laborer.  A servant.  A child who will never go to school.  A child who works while others play.

    I love this family.  If I were to adopt a family as my Nepali family, my neighbor, his wife, and their sons Bisal and Bikas would certainly be that family.  I eat dhal baht at their house at least twice a week, give Bikas and Bisal stickers every time I walk down that street, and practice English with them.  I’ve succeeded in getting Bikas to point to a cat, say “Biralo!” (Nepali for cat), and then say “Cat!”  The downside is that he now thinks he sees cats everywhere and won’t stop saying biralo or cat.

    My Nepalese Family

    This family is my family.  But now they’ve brought a servant into their home.  They know I work for BASE. They know BASE fights child labor. And yet they employ – no, not employ, for I doubt they pay him – they OWN a child laborer.

    One thing is clear: the child is definitely a worker.  He serves food, washes dishes, and does chores while Bikas and Bisal play with their friends.  He works from the time I get up and drink tea at the restaurant before work until the time the restaurant closes at night.

    I don’t condone the employment of child laborers.  It’s wrong.  Children should have the opportunity to enjoy their childhood, to play and go to school and be children.  They shouldn’t work as servants, brick layers, or street beggars.  And yet this particular personal situation, this new child laborer/neighbor of mine, blurs that distinction between right and wrong. I see this mother work all day long.  I know she’s exhausted.  She gets up early and cooks breakfast for customers while helping her boys get ready for school.  She continues cooking all day long until her restaurant finally closes at 9 pm.  Her husband helps her with cooking and the children, but there’s so much work to do and only the two of them to do it.  Their family, although they are Brahmins (the highest caste), is extremely poor – the children own maybe two sets of clothing, as do the parents, and they barely make money at their restaurant.  Their prices are extremely low.  In such a situation, I understand why this family might feel as though employing a laborer would be beneficial.  It’s less of an “I’m rich and powerful and I need a servant” and more of an “I’m so tired and I need someone to help me.”

    Bisal and Bikas’ father

    But what I can’t understand is why Bikas and Bisal aren’t helping their parents in the restaurant.  Bisal is 12, and yet I’ve never seen him wash dishes or help serve customers.  In my family, it was unheard of to play outside without doing chores first.  Economically speaking, it makes more sense for parents to have children help out at home or for adults to take the jobs that child laborers hold.  For a country like Nepal that has such drastically high unemployment, the continuation of child labor makes little sense.

    Bisal (left) and Bikas (right)

    No one sees child labor as wrong.  No one sees the blatant contradiction of employing child laborers while letting your children play instead of helping with the family business.

    Days like that day make me realize that child labor is rampant in Nepal.  I’m more determined than ever to stop it.

    In my opinion, it’s easier to attack employers who hold positions of power. You can use media to shame people, and UNICEF is active in pressuring local governments to force people in authority to give up their child laborers.  But what can you do about the average Joe on the block who has a child servant?

    In situations like this, where perpetrators are your friendly neighbors, the only thing you can do is convince people that employing child laborers is more harmful to their family in the long run.  That hiring a child labor will lead to fines and potential jail time, and could endanger their children’s future by financially ruining families.

    Education is a crucial step in the fight against child labor.  Parents in villages must be educated on the benefits of sending their children to school instead of sending them to work.  Employers need to be educated on the risks and punishments involved in using child laborers.  Children need to be educated on their rights and protection options available through Nepal’s Child Welfare Boards.

     

    Education is power. BASE runs non-formal education centers to teach children about their rights and to encourage educational development. The goal is to prevent children from becoming child laborers.

    If people want to help end child labor, then there needs to be more investment in grassroots education.  You can rescue kids and  provide scholarships and march in protests, but you need to attack the problem at its roots for it to completely disappear.  By attacking child labor at its source – lack of money for education, inability of parents to care for their children, lack of adequate facilities for children without families – we can slowly but surely watch child labor disappear.

  • THE RIVER GYPSIES

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    Prior to my arrival in Bangladesh, I was under the impression that Subornogram Foundation specifically focused their work on the river gypsies. Obviously after being here for over two months, I’ve made it clear that the river gypsies are one of four communities that Subornogram focuses on. While we’ve spent a lot of time focused on the issues at Mayadip Island, I’d like to focus this blog on the Bede community of Sonargaon, the river gypsies.

    A small offshoot of the Meghna River runs along one of the main roads in the Sapur neighborhood of Sonargaon. This part of the river is the source of a lot of life in the area and is almost always busy during daylight. We ride along this road most days when heading to Subornogram’s International School, where Shahed has the closest thing to what would be called a “main office”. A five minute walk from the international school, past small shops and cafes, you hang a right down a dirt path between some buildings, walk maybe thirty to forty feet and a small settlement reveals itself. There’s a bit of a cove where the river comes inland a bit and there are a few small houses and shared buildings where families move about their daily business. A quick glance towards the river reveals a few anchored boats towards the edge of the cove, not an uncommon sight in this country full of countless rivers, lakes, ponds, and streams.

    Upon closer inspection, you notice the housewares in the boats, laundry hanging from lines that run from the boats to nearby trees, you hear the sound of children chanting, chatting and giggling. Some women on the boats are cooking, cleaning, or washing clothes. A group of kids play in the water at the bottom of a set of stairs with steps made of sandbags. One of the kids is considerably larger than the rest and he practices his best “John Cena” wrestling moves on the others, tossing them about and launching them into the water as they scream with laughter. A small boat slowly makes its way to the bottom of the steps, a “taxi” to carry us the short distance to the boats where some of the river gypsies live.

     

    Sonargaon River Gypsy Community
    Sonargaon River Gypsy Community

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    The above is a description of part of what I experienced today, while visiting Subornogram’s schools with Syed Zainul Abedin, tv correspondent for Xinhua News Agency (China)in Dhaka, and Shahed. Visiting the river gypsy boat school near Sapur is always a wonderful experience but definitely highlights some of the inequality that exists here. The river gypsy community is very small, only consisting of about 45 people, or about 12 families. There are some more members who move in and out of the community, some who have lost their boats or moved into different areas. Shahed said the ones who move in and out brings the community to a total of about 75 people. A few of the families live on the anchored boats near the shore, others have moved into small homes nearby on the land.

     

    Sonargaon River Gypsy Community
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    The gypsies began settling in the area about 25 years ago, mostly due to economic conditions. Many saw their boats deteriorate and unable to afford replacements, turned them into living quarters or left them for scrap and moved on to the land near the river. Over the years the traditional practices that many of them relied on for income, such as snake charming and traditional healing with needles, became less and less profitable. Many in the community have taken odd jobs, whatever they can find. One man from the community that we met a few weeks back, he repairs umbrellas to make ends meet.

    A few years ago Shahed began meeting with the parents in the river gypsy community to discuss education options, over concerns that most of the children weren’t attending school. Because of discrimination against the gypsy children who did try to attend local schools, it was decided to establish a school on a boat, right within the gypsy community. In 2007, Bede Bahar Vashaman Pathshala (the floating boat school for the gypsy children) was established, utilizing the help of volunteer teachers and donated books from Asia Foundation. Due to limited resources, the boat school provides schooling for children up to 2nd grade and then Subornogram encourages the children to continue their education in the local government schools.

     

    Subornogram River Gypsy Boat School
    Subornogram River Gypsy Boat School

     

     

     

     

     

    Subornogram River Gypsy Boat School
    Subornogram River Gypsy Boat School

     

     

    Last year, through a grant from the Asia Foundation, Subornogram was able to provide breakfast for students before class and provide the teachers, who had worked as volunteers for almost four years prior, with a small salary. The grant runs out in October so Shahed is looking into other options in case the grant is not renewed for another year. We’ve reached out to USAID and the Global Fund for Children for grant opportunities and will continue to look at other options in hope of future funding. Attached photos are of the Sonargaon river gypsy community.

    Thanks for reading, video profile to come soon and there are more pictures in a new Flickr album here:

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/advocacy_project/sets/72157631323653728/

  • “EVEN THOUGH PART OF ME IS DISABLED, I AM ABLE” – IRENE LAKER

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    “Even though part of me is disabled, I am able” – Irene Laker

    In the early dawn of August 28th 2002, Irene Laker left her home as so many of us do to begin the day. As she walked down her neighbourhood in Pece as she had done countless times before, her life changed instantly and without warning…

    The next thing she knew she awoke in a hospital bed several days later, in pain and confused.  As she scanned the room to survey her surroundings she made a horrifying discovery. The lower half of her leg was completely missing.

    Irene had stepped on a landmine.

    According to a national survey conducted in 2007, approximately 20 percent of people in Uganda have disabilities. However, the percentage of persons with disabilities in northern Uganda is believed to be higher due to war-related injuries and limited access to treatment or vaccinations for illnesses.

    Like countless others in northern Uganda, Irene had fallen victim to the violence of the 2o year long insurgency perpetrated by the atrocious rebel group the LRA, or Lord’s Resistance Army. Not only did she lose her leg, Irene felt as though she lost her confidence and independence. Moreover, through circumstance alone she would be forced into the arduous battle of marginalization, stigmatization and lack of accessibility that is fought by so many persons with disabilities in northern Uganda. “I felt as though it was the end of me”, expresses Irene in reference to her initial feelings after losing her leg. “I became depressed. I use to be tough, proud. I was not feeling so after it happened”.

    However this was not the end of Irene, it was simply a new beginning. Through her incredibly supportive family and friends, her faith and her determination Irene would continue to live her life, and live it well. “My family, friends and my church were with me since the hospital, even till now. I knew I would be ok.” Irene was fortunate enough to receive a prosthetic for her missing limb, an assistive device that is unfortunately seen as more of a privilege than a right for persons in need of such support. Although adjusting to her limited mobility was difficult, Irene refused to adjust to the societal stigmas of persons with disabilities in northern Uganda.

    Irene Laker helped to from the Gulu/Amuru Landmine Survivors Group in 2003

    Irene Laker helped to from the Gulu/Amuru Landmine Survivors Group in 2003

    In 2003 Irene, along with some close friends and fellow landmine survivors, formed the Gulu/Amuru Landmine Survivors Group which officially launched in 2005. Since this time Irene has been serving as a voice in her community for women with disabilities, tackling such as issues as gender based violence and advocating for more opportunities for women with disabilities. She currently serves as the Treasurer of the Gulu Women with Disabilities Organization.

    In addition to her roles as an advocate and treasurer Irene is also a mother of two. Shortly after losing her leg Irene’s husband left. A cruel reality in northern Uganda is that it is very common for men to leave a woman if she is disabled or develops a disabling injury. When asked if she could ever think of such a case when a man has stayed with a woman who became disabled Irene paused silently, contemplated, and gave the heartbreaking answer of “I have not seen”. Despite the complete lack of involvement from her former husband, Irene’s support network is very strong and she raises her children with the help of her brother and sister. She found work as a hairstylist, a job which she loves as it allows her to be social in addition to making women look as beautiful as they feel.

    Irene works as a hairstylist and loves her job. Here she is straightening the hair of one of her many valued customers.

    Irene works as a hairstylist and loves her job. Here she is straightening the hair of one of her many valued customers.

    In her personal life Irene remains very active and refuses to limit herself and her experiences on account of having one fully functioning leg. Even though part of me is disabled, I am able”.  Her favourite pastimes include playing inclusive sports such as wheelchair basketball and handball with many of her close friends at theGulu Disabled Persons Union (GDPU). Not only that, Irene is an amazing singer! I can attest to this as I am privileged enough to hear her sing every day on my walk to the GDPU office. She has yet to take me up on my offer of touring Uganda as a ukulele/singing duo.

    Given Irene’s situation it is hard to imagine how most of us would react. It could have been easy to retreat into self pity and depression, submitting to the notion that one’s fate is controlled merely by chance and circumstance. However, Irene is happily living her life in a way that she chooses and is encouraging the same for other women with disabilities. When thinking of her story of courage, self determination and freedom I believe an excerpt from the poem ‘Invictus’ by William Ernest Henley sums it up best,

    “It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll.
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul”

    I am honoured to know Irene, and I am honoured to call her a friend…even if she will not form a ukulele/singing troupe with me,

    Until the next blog,

    APWOYO MATEK (thank you) and peace

    Dane

    Next Blog Topic:  Basketball Jones: Changing  Perceptions Through Public Demonstrations & Sensational Crashes! (title pending)

  • A SNAPSHOT OF INGENUITY: CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE AND THE “SAHOURIES”

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    In February 1988 the United National Leadership of the Uprising called upon Palestinians to boycott taxes. The West Bank town of Beit Sahour (where I currently work) emerged as a leader in the tax revolt that continued through the 1st Intifada, or uprising, of 1987-1993.

    ‘Sahouries’, as they are referred to colloquially, consistently refused to pay taxes setting a model for other Palestinians to follow. Largely because of their actions during the tax revolt, Sahouries are reputed for initiating brave and creative acts of civil disobedience.

    The tax revolt was the most prominent of Beit Sahour’s defining moments. In future posts, I hope to expand on Beit Sahour’s unique history in the Palestinian consciousness and address the current implications of that heritage.

     

    Doors in Beit Sahour. Photo Credit: Berenice Brüggemann
    Doors in Beit Sahour. Photo Credit: Berenice Brüggemann

     

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  • TOYING WITH “TRUTH AND CHANGE”: THE RACHEL CORRIE VERDICT

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    In the past three days I had the opportunity to interview the family of Rachel Corrie, who was killed by an Israeli military bulldozer in the Gaza Strip in 2003, and towitness the verdict of the civil lawsuit the family filed in 2005.

     

    From left to right: Sarah, Craig and Cindy Corrie await the Judge’s verdict
    From left to right: Sarah, Craig and Cindy Corrie await the Judge’s verdict

     

    The family scheduled back-to-back interviews all day Sunday of which mine for the Alternative Information Center was second: after the Jerusalem Post and before the Associated Press. Set in the extravagantly decorated American Colony in Jerusalem and surrounded by lush gardens the mood was anticipatory; the Corries have been engaged in an almost 10-year diplomatic and legal process since Rachel’s death on 16 March 2003.

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  • MOVE ASIDE KELLY CLARKSON, WOMEN WITH DISABILITIES IN NORTHERN UGANDA REALLY KNOW ABOUT BEING “STRONGER”!

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    Move aside Kelly Clarkson, Women with Disabilities in Northern Uganda Really Know about Being “Stronger”!

    “Behind every great man there is a great woman”.  Like Sir Issac Newton’s law of gravity this statement is pretty much a universal constant. Some men may disagree with this declaration but get a pretty lady to smile at them and studies prove that not only will their minds change but they will actually regress into a state of drooling buffoonery. Ok maybe the last part of the study may lack empirical evidence. However, I believe we can all say that women are pretty amazing and deserve to be appreciated.

    Working on the premise that beyond great men are great women, in northern Uganda there are millions of great women. To truly do justice to the strength, beauty and incredible perseverance of these great women I would like to share a poem by poet David Mwenga,

    Look at the woman,
    Tired, hungry baby
    Clinging to her back,
    And she herself so tired
    She drags her legs,
    The firewood, bundled on her head,
    Weighs heavily,
    But still she trudges on.
    Her skin, once smooth and lovely,
    Is now muddied and dark
    Her clothes are dusty and torn,
    Her feet dirty and cracked.
    The child cries.
    With parched throat but gentle voice
    She sings a soothing song.
    She refuses to pity
    Her aching, burdened back,
    A back that has submitted to the hoe
    For hours on end.
    Neither old, nor ugly
    She is gentle, tireless and brave.
    When she reaches home
    She fetches water from the well.
    Lights the fire, prepares the food. There is more work in the fields
    Till the sun sets.
    Dear God! When will she rest?

    Now could you imagine if the woman in this poem had a disability?  Could you imagine if she faced cultural prejudice as well as gender based abuse due to the vulnerability of having a disability? If you are able to imagine such a case you are getting an idea of what it is like to be a woman with a disability in northern Uganda.

    Grace, an amazing young woman with a deformed leg due to polio. Despite the full use of her right leg Grace does an amazing job taking care of her younger cousins

    Grace, an amazing young woman with a deformed leg due to polio. Despite the full use of her left leg Grace does an amazing job taking care of her younger cousins

    Specific and common challenges

    According to Adong Caroline, Local Councillor Representing Persons with Disabilities in Gulu, women with disabilities in northern Uganda face the summative challenge of gender based issues in conjunction with the discrimination and hardships of having a disability. Challenges can be specific depending on one’s disability. For instance, persons who are unable to hear have incredible difficulty overcoming communication barriers to access basic services such as education and healthcare. Reproductive health in particular for women who are unable to hear is a constant concern as healthcare professionals are unable to communicate with these women. In an interview with Human Rights Watch, Erica, an Acholi woman who is deaf, expresses how she lost one of her children during childbirth because the nurse did not communicate to her that she was going to have twins.

    However some challenges are prevalent across the entire spectrum of disability for women. After 20 years of displacement and war in northern Uganda, women with disabilities, whether physical, sensory, mental or intellectual, face an even more complex and grueling process of return and relocation than their neighbors. They experience stigma and sexual violence and are often denied access to health care and justice. Poverty often results from a lack of equitable opportunity and access to services for improving one’s livelihood, such as education and employment prospects. As mentioned in my previous blog, meaningful and lasting relationships for women with disabilities are hard to come by due to discrimination and apathy. Women with a disability who give birth are often abandoned by the male counterpart and the woman is left to take care of the child by herself.

    How to improve conditions for Women with Disabilities

    Adong Caroline says that the way to improve the conditions for women with disabilities in northern Uganda is to improve access to communication for services in addition to improving physical structures in the community. Could you imagine not being able to access the post office, hospital, school or the bank because the physical composition of such institutions prevents your entry? Could you imagine traveling 5 kilometers via wheelchair to school on a bumpy dirty road and being forced to control your bodily functions for the entire day because an accessible toilet is not available? Such conditions serve as barriers to a group who already experiences marginalization on the basis of gender. Caroline also advocates for training in skills such as tailoring, small business and computer technology as way for women with disabilities to become empowered and overcome negative societal assumptions of one’s abilities and character based on the irrelevant criteria of having a disability.

    Women with disabilities at the GDPU who have found employment through trades

    Women with disabilities at the GDPU who have found employment through trades

    In terms of strength, perseverance, adversity and marginalization I believe it is safe to say that the women of northern Uganda with disabilities are second to none. We should take a moment to appreciate them, their struggle and their humanity. May these moments lend themselves to hours and hours to recurring thoughts. The voice of these women is one that is needed to be heard, it is beautiful and inherently worthy of dignity, just like yours.

    Until the next blog,

    Apowyo matek and Peace,

    Dane

  • THE MAN AT THE CAFE

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    Money is an uncomfortable subject.

    Since I first started working in developing countries, I’ve become accustomed to frequent personal financial questions from my friends, neighbors, and random people I meet every day.  Oh, you’re American? How much do you make?  How much did your plane ticket cost?  How much do you spend on groceries per week?  I’ve become quite good at beating around the bush, giving people indirect answers or turning things into a laughable joke that (I hope) dispels the awkwardness that I feel.  I don’t make money because I’m here on a grant.  I didn’t buy my plane ticket – my company did.  Salary?  I don’t know what I make – I just graduated from university.  People see dollar signs when they see foreigners, and I can’t blame them after seeing how tourists lavishly throw away money left and right.  I’m used to people asking me for money when I travel in developing countries.  I’ve had children run up, tug on my clothes, and beg for money.

    But I’d never been cursed at before.

    She was tiny and undernourished, the child who stared at me with dark empty eyes.

    I’d seen this girl before, begging with her father around Tulsipur.  She must have been around 7 or 8 years old, though she was small as an American 5-year-old.  I saw her go from door to door in the rain, holding out tiny hands for money as her obviously drunk father stumbled after her.

    Her father stopped and squatted in front of the housing complex next to the restaurant in which I was eating with two neighborhood middle school children, who I was teaching English.  He stared at me with hard eyes, and then barked something in Nepali at the girls across from me, waving his hand like a madman.

    The neighbor girls froze, fear in their eyes.  “What did he say?” I demanded, concerned at their frightened reaction.  They wouldn’t say.  The man yelled again, but louder and more aggressively.  “What is it?” I insisted, but the girls got up, shaking, and one whispered “it’s very bad.”

    They vacated the table and moved inside the café. The man pushed his daughter onto the bench where the girls had been sitting before I could get up to move.

    He leaned over me, hot breath reeking of hard liquor, eyes wild and glazed like a man who hasn’t been sober in years.  He snapped something in Nepali, pointed to his daughter, and pointed back to me.  Rubbing his fingers together to indicate money, he again barked his demands, pointing at the girl, who winced as he swung his arm in her direction.

    I was trapped.

    If I gave the child money, I knew her father would pocket it instantly and use it on booze instead of feeding his daughter.  But he was a beggar, so shouldn’t I give something?

    In Indonesia, where I previously worked, it is common to give beggars small amounts of money as part of charity.  However, one is not allowed (in fact it is illegal) to give children money, even at the request of their parents.  Indonesia has a problem of child labor similar to Nepal (though not nearly as widespread).  I’ve seen tourists give children money countless times, only to watch those children run back to their parents or employer and hand the money over.  Money wasn’t going to solve this problem – money never goes to children here in the developing world.

    What could I do?  I helplessly looked at the people around me in the café for some sort of indication as to social norms, but everyone avoided my eyes.  All conversation had died, but no one made a move.

    The little girl looked at me, with large, sad brown eyes.  She looked like she hadn’t had a decent meal in days.  I wanted to cry.

    I could feed her, I thought.  Yes, I’d buy her a meal.  He couldn’t take that away from her – not with all of the neighbors watching.

    Isn’t that what communities are for?  I’d seen my neighbors feed their friends’ children and help each other out with grocery shopping.  In Tulsipur’s neighborhoods, everyone watches out for everyone else’s children.  And wasn’t I a member of the community?

    The drunk man must have read my thoughts, for he pointed at my simple meal, pointed to his daughter, and lifted his fingers to his mouth, imitating eating.  His repeated this several times, each move becoming increasingly more aggressive.

    I hesitated.

    A second too long.

    The man exploded into a tirade and screamed at me with words I can only imagine constituted something along the lines of cursing, for my neighbor girls winced and covered their ears, shock written on their faces.

    The café was dead silent.  All conversations had stopped and everyone watched the scene unfolding before them.

    I pretended to not understand the man, which was partially true.  I couldn’t understand his Nepali, but I can guess he was hurling more than insults.

    As I watched his rage grow, I realized I couldn’t, as much as it broke my heart to ignore her, feed this child.  If I fed the girl, it would set a precedent for her drunk father to track down others to feed his child.  She would continue to beg and he would continue to neglect his child with the expectation that everyone else would fulfill his role as parent.

    Feeding this girl also wouldn’t be fair to my neighbors, who struggle to feed their own children.  If I fed this man’s daughter as my neighbors watched, why couldn’t I feed their children?  Why wouldn’t I feed their children?  How dare I not feed their children if I could feed a drunk man’s daughter?  I can’t possibly afford to feed every starving child in Tulsipur, even though meals here cost very little.

    Throughout my travels, I’ve had some pretty uncomfortable and downright awful experiences.  Taking a cockroach-infested night bus across Java.  Tripping into a sewer in Kalimantan.  Being in a hospital on New Year’s Eve with an infected motorcycle burn and ineffective painkillers.

    Yet this was by far one of the worst moments of my life.

    Tears stung my eyes as I picked up my things and moved inside the café to rejoin my neighbors.  The man screamed louder and louder, and his tone became angrier.  No one moved.

    After what seemed like hours, the man stumbled off with his daughter in the rain. My face burned as the customers in the café stared at me.  I felt judged and defenseless. I wanted to scream at Nepal for allowing such horrible human rights abuses, and shame my neighbors for refusing to rescue an abused child.

    I left the café angry that night.  Angry that no one defended me.  In Indonesia, someone would have come to my defense and convinced the man to leave. Angry that people might expect foreigners to fix everything with money.  And absolutely livid that no one in this community defended that little girl.

    I grew up with children of alcoholics.  I know what happens when fathers get too angry.  I know how easily alcoholic can turn the sweetest people into raging lunatics.

    That little girl didn’t bring home money that night.  I shudder to imagine how her furious drunk father reacted when they returned home.  And I can’t help but think that it’s my fault.

    Living in developing countries has changed my perception of alcohol.  It’s not like in the States, where we go out with our friends, have a few beers, someone dances on a table or makes a fool of themselves, and we all go home happy. Don’t get me wrong – I like a good party here or there like the next person.  But here things are different.   Alcohol here causes fathers to neglect their children.  It brings men out of their homes and away from their families into cafes where they drink until they’re drunk while their wives cook, clean, and care for children…alone.  Alcohol in developing countries turns men into lecherous pigs, hooting and hollering at young girls.  I once caught a man leering and catcalling at my 12-year-old neighbor, who looks like she’s about 10.

    Alcohol sells men’s souls to an addiction that ruins families.

    Alcohol sells children into slavery to pay for drunk fathers’ debts.

    I came home that night and cried.  I couldn’t rescue that girl.  I can’t rescue all of the kids I want to rescue.  I’m going home at the end of my fellowship and praying that someone will have mercy on children who will never experience a happy childhood.

    I can’t forget the look on that little girl’s face that night.  It haunts me when I walk past that café, only a block from my house.  I feel guilty when I eat because I wish I could give it all to her.  These street children haunt me – all of them – in their ragged, dirty clothes and unwashed hair.  I’ve never seen kids so skinny and I know I haven’t even seen the worst.  Child labor needs to end NOW.

  • The Fairer Sex?

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  • Penalty Shot

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    07/05/2012

    Taking a penalty shot in soccer, it seems simple yet it has a lot of factors. Which way should you hit it, which way will the goalie go, how high, how hard. All of these factors come into play in the seconds before you take. You stand there at the spot thinking about all these things and you formulate a plan. Then you begin your run up and see the way that the goalie moves. Do you continue with your plan or do you change it mid-stride? You can continue with the plan and let fate decide or you can take matters into your own hands. This second of hesitation can cause the best laid plans to go out the window. You can sky the ball into the air, you can send it just outside the post or you can score. You can be the hero and no one will question the planning, the build up or the hesitation. All that that will matter is that you scored.

    The lead up and follow through in a penalty is a lot like international development work. There is a planning period and your team makes very specific plans. Everything looks great on paper, you have everything worked out. Then the other side makes their move. You have to decide what to do in that situation, do you change the plan or do you stick to it at charge over the obstacle. All of these decisions have to be made quickly and without the benefit of knowing how the other factors are going to play out. In the end it will only matter if your project succeeds.

    I just scored I swear

    In my work at BASE I am again trying to figure out the game. We are crafting a comprehensive plan to combat child labour in 8 districts in western Nepal. We are in the run up stage right now, where everything looks perfect, but we know the employers of child labour will react. We know that they are starting to change habits and will change the industries in which they employ children and where they hide them. We must try and account for all the moves, but eventually we are going to take our shot and hope that our planning has paid off.

    I have begun playing soccer again on a regular basis (Though I am currently sidelined by a leg that is twice its normal size and nowhere near its normal color). I play soccer everywhere I go and for the life of me cannot figure out why I left my cleats at home. I love the camaraderie it brings and it allows me to learn more about a society than almost any other way. As I was playing last week, a penalty for handball came up, Nepalese players call more handballs than anyone I know, and everyone called me to take it. As I walked up to the spot I thought back to my time in Honduras, where at the end of my last time there we had a huge game. Americans and the locals from Nuevo Pariaso against another town. We had uniforms that made us look like Argentina to honor our fearless leader Tiho Teisl. Towards the end of the game I was back on defense and we received a penalty. All the Hondurans called me up to take it. It was my 3rd time in Honduras and I had just spent six weeks there. I stepped up and sent the ball into the left side of the goal past an outstretched keeper and all of my Honduran teammates mobbed me. As I was called to take the penalty in Nepal I flashed back to that moment and smiled.

    Free Kick

    This is why I love international development work. I love the projects and working on making places better, but I love the people. In every country I have been in there have been moments just like the penalty shot, I have been given the opportunity to open festivals, go to weddings, make speeches and much more. The people everywhere are so welcoming that you never want to leave. I am so glad that Nepal is no different. As my first time outside of Central America I was worried about what I would find. Would Asia be totally foreign, would I be able to relate to the people? Luckily the answer is a resounding yes. The people of Dang have been nice as or nicer than anyone I have every met and this motivates me to work harder. It gives me extra motivation to try and find ways to stop child labour when I know what the beneficiaries look like and laugh like. It is easier to motivate myself to write proposals when I am so invested. I hope to get back on the field soon, because by being just who they are my fellow player are inspiring me to do better work.

  • CREATIVE WRITING MAY HAVE BEEN AN ASSET IN SCHOOL, BUT NOT HERE

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    This entry will address a comment on the former post “Not Quite the Neighborhood Welcoming Committees of Old…” from Thomas:

    “But what about harmony? From what you report there are high tensions between the different social groups! Fortunately the trend about “Roma as unwelcome neighbors” was falling in the last years from 80% to 60%. Do you know what the reasons for that are?”

    While I have not yet been able to meet with the Institute for Ethnic Studies to discuss their study, they have assured me that, yes, there was a slight drop, but, unfortunately, no, this does not indicate any improvement in attitudes. The problem remains stark, and what actions there are have not yet positively influenced them.

    There are numerous reasons for this; certainly the most difficult being that negative attitudes are deeply ingrained in people and, when not challenged by society, continue as “accepted”, to be passed on to the future generations.

    You may have heard about the Lithuanian fans at the Olympics making racist gestures and chants during the basketball games against Nigeria and Argentina. One’s excuse was that such “gestures and behaviour were acceptable at sports matches at home”. Let me clarify that, no, such behaviour is not accepted by everyone here. However, that this event transpired is sign for alert: these particular fans seem not to have understood the gravity of their actions. Is it possible that others also do not understand the gravity of such actions?

    To focus on the topic of Roma integration into Lithuanian society: negative public sentiments towards Roma do exist, to a great extent.

    Roma, for the most part, are hardly integrated. The largest community in Lithuania resides outside of Vilnius in the Kirtimai settlement, where they are effectively segregated from the rest of society. Living conditions are appalling, economic activity in the formal sector is practically non-existent, education is a constant struggle, and social development remains a chimera.

    There exist numerous integration efforts: laws against discrimination, enforcement bodies, programmes, action plans, and projects – so how can it be that such a situation prevails? While there are those who would prefer to jump to the conclusion that the problem can be attributed to some “Roma inferiority”, let’s take a closer look at several of the national and international programs “aiming” to assist Roma integration and see if we can’t uncover a more plausible reason for the lack of progress.

    • Law on Equal Treatment: the scope of the law holds neither employees, nor service providers, nor employers (for the actions of their employees) responsible in cases of discrimination, thus leaving a good many actors immune to discriminate at will. Moreover, according to the Equal Opportunities Ombudsman, the number of complaints filed in 2010 dropped due to fear of victimization for filing complaints.
    • Equal Opportunities Ombudsman: notwithstanding that he may neither bring discrimination complaints nor intervene in legal cases, insufficient training and financial resources have rendered the Equal Opportunities Ombudsman unable to complete fundamental acts of his position. These include conducting independent research of discrimination complaints and drafting independent reports.
    • Criminal Code: the department of the General Prosecution Service responsible for instigating hate and criminal discrimination cases was terminated in 2011. Despite provisions criminalizing violence motivated by hatred, these crimes are often not registered as such during investigations. Rather, they may be downplayed to constitute vandalism, hooliganism, or public order violations, thereby ignoring the aggravating circumstance. Further immobilizing effective enforcement of the law, police and judicial authorities do not tend to act impartially towards Roma and, consequently, there is not much incentive to report cases.
    • National Anti-Discrimination Programme 2009-2011: no financing was received in 2010, most of its measures were left unaddressed, and the programme has not been renewed. Not to mention that the Department of National Minorities and Lithuanians Living Abroad to the Government of the Republic of Lithuania was dissolved and that the Law on National Minorities ended without renewal.
    • Action Plan for Roma Integration into the Lithuanian Society: the programme for 2008-2010 was cancelled altogether due to budget cuts (as well as lack of results while it was still running on one-third of the proposed budget) leaving the country void of any Roma integration policy between 2010 and 2011. The current Action Plan (2012-2014) has just commenced with some notable identified gaps in the plan including: no plan for beyond 2014, no attention given to early childhood education, no specific attention given to the employment of Roma women, no specific goal in the health sector, no description of the health situation of Roma, health measures constituting no more than pilot initiatives, no description of the situation of Roma in housing, and no robust monitoring system. While Lithuania is obligated by the European Commission to implement the Action Plan nationally, the plan only addresses the Roma of Kirtimai. Moreover, it is no more than a decree at the ministerial level, rather than a governmental plan on the political agenda that will be realized.

    It is also important to add that several individuals with whom I have spoken have expressed not only disappointment with such initiatives, but even a sense of jadedness. Are such initiatives genuinely intended to challenge the social exclusion of Roma and guarantee their rights? Or are they driven by abstract obligations, profit-motives, desires for a philanthropic image, or, worse yet, a transient fad for “solving” Roma problems?

    The pessimism expressed by these individuals is stark. Then again, imagine you’ve been involved in one such initiative and you, personally, have not seen the situation change. The promises have not come true. You might feel the same way.

    This perspective is disheartening.

    Making laws and projects and guarantees is not enough. They need to be followed through as foreseen or the results will ultimately work against the intent.

    If laws are not enforced, perpetrators develop a sense of security in their impunity. It welcomes continued violations; from them and from others.

    If programmes and projects are not implemented so as to bring effective results, they can create dependency on temporary measures, rather than bringing sustainable comprehensive changes to a malfunctioning system. Their failure breeds disillusionment, both by directly involved parties whose expectations were not attained and by indirectly involved parties, some of whose enthusiasm to exploit the relationship between the non-fulfillment of the initiatives and the costs to the public as a ground for perpetuating hatred.

    If guarantees are not upheld, they disadvantage those to whom they were made and, thus, hinder the completion of critical tasks and injure the trust necessary for progress; not isolated to a single level, but across the board. We need these laws, projects and guarantees, absolutely. But they require legitimate intent of fulfillment and are only as good as they are therewith fulfilled.

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    *Please refer to the Equal Opportunities Ombudsperson Annual Report for 2010 (summary and link to the text in Lithuanian), the ENAR Shadow Report prepared by the Lithuanian Centre for Human Rights, and the Access to Justice in Europe report by the European Union Agency for Fundamental Rights for more detailed analyses of integration efforts. 
  • BIDDING ADIEU

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    Time has a funny way of playing with the mind. During my fellowship with Vikalp, I simultaneously felt as though the weeks were flying by and as though I had lived in India forever. Now that I am home, my time in India seems like the distant past. Perhaps this has to do with how much has changed in my life in a relatively short period of time. Before this summer, I had never been to India, Nepal, or the Asian continent. Before this summer, I had never lived in a culture so different from my own, nor had I experienced such language barriers. Before this summer, I had very little on the ground human rights fieldwork experience. When I look at it that way, I realize just how much I have changed and grown throughout the summer.

    As I settle back into my life at home, and talk to family and friends about my fellowship, my brain is starting to process my experiences. I do not want to force the reflection and the learning process because I think that such things will come over time. And there is so much to learn from an experience like this that I cannot possibly realize it all in a few weeks. A few observations stick out though, and while these are just my preliminary reflections, I wanted to share them with those of you who have joined me on this journey.

    The first feeling I identified upon returning home is disbelief. I cannot reconcile how these two worlds, my life in the US and my life in India, can possibly coexist. I just cannot wrap my head around it. How does such pronounced disparity between countries, and within countries, come to be? And how do we even begin to tackle such issues? I know that the answers to these questions are complicated, manifold, and outside of the realm of this blog post. But this simple question keeps popping into my head: How? How? How?

    Another observation from my time in Baroda is that life in India can be extremely difficult. Yes, there is a small portion of the population that enjoys a relatively easier lifestyle due to their wealth and status in society. But for so many citizens, day-to-day life is hard and exhausting. The caste system, government corruption, and a general lack of infrastructure are a few of the contributing factors to the difficulties facing Indian society. Even though I was only there for ten weeks, I was exposed to some of these hardships in my own life there, and in the lives of people that I met.

    As a result of this, I have learned a lesson or two in patience. In India, you never quite know what to expect. So you have to be flexible and able to adjust. I tend to be a person who likes to plan, but while working with Vikalp, I quickly learned to throw that out the window. This is not to say that people in India do not plan. Obviously that is a false and ridiculous statement. What I mean to say is that in India, you have to expect the unexpected.

    The same can be said about working on the ground with a local grassroots nonprofit organization. Numerous times, we would plan a field visit, only to have to cancel due to extreme monsoon rains. Or the internet connection would constantly cut out over the course of the day. Or some sort of backlash against Vikalp and their programs would arise, leading to a change in the day’s plans. It seemed as though something came up everyday, and I was constantly in awe of how easily Indira and Maya could switch gears and tackle whatever obstacle came their way. While I often felt frustrated at the occurrence of these unexpected events, my hosts immediately went into problem solving mode. I can only hope to someday be able to handle obstacles as effectively and gracefully as they do on a daily basis.

    My time with Vikalp has also taught me the value of alternative thinking. Coming into this experience, I tended towards a black and white view of development and the issues surrounding it. And there are still many aspects of development work that I see in terms of right and wrong, good and bad. Unfortunately, life is rarely that simple, and we are forced to think outside of the box.

    The women’s courts in particular have opened my eyes and mind to the extent of alternatives available in the process of settling disputes. The political, social, and economic context, play a vital role in determining the most just and effective solution to any given problem. As such, it can be difficult to apply the same cookie cutter ideals in the cases presented to the women’s courts. The judges of these courts have an extraordinary ability to arrive at just and consensual settlements that reflect the unique situations of those involved. This has helped me to break down some of the barriers in my thinking and problem solving, and to be more open to alternative solutions. Click on the photo below to link to my AP flickr set!

     

    The Vikalp Family
    The Vikalp Family

     

    As I mentioned, these are only a few of my initial thoughts and observations from my time with Vikalp. I am sure that this experience will continue to provide me with valuable insight into my career and personal life in the years to come. To wrap up my blog, I want to thank The Advocacy Project and Vikalp for giving me this opportunity. And I want to thank those of you who have joined me on this journey by reading my blog, viewing my photo and videos, and providing feedback. I am extremely grateful for this experience, and for the support that I have received throughout it. I look forward to working with AP and Vikalp in the future, and to watching as their partnership develops.

    Thank you again to all of you who have read along. I wish you peace, love, and all things good.

  • A CHANGE IN PERSPECTIVE

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    When my boat first pulled into Punta Gorda, and, shouldering my backpacks, I walked past the bars, the trash-strewn Front Street, and the drunk men and their catcalls, suffering immensely in the heat, I thought I had made a mistake. But a lot has happened since those thoughts crossed my mind.

    I’ve learned that the issues communities in the Toledo District face are far more complex than I ever could have guessed. I learned that communities are torn between protecting their land and traditional ways of life, and the desire for economic improvement. I’ve learned that many see oil exploration as an opportunity, if pursued respectfully and with the support of communities. I learned that despite seeing it as an economic opportunity, many fear what it will do. I learned about the importance of free, prior, and informed consent. And recently, I learned, that U.S. Capital Energy has plans to resume its oil exploration in September, without having spoken with the communities in the area. I learned that it will take a hard fight, and very committed people, to ensure that U.S. Capital Energy is held accountable.

    I’ve also made some great friends here in PG. Friends from the UK, Germany, Spain, Mexico, New Zealand, and, of course, Belize. Friends that have joined me in drum lessons. Friends that have spent hours eating and drinking into the night while discussing issues ranging from environmental issues the world over to the best way to swear in Spanish. Friends that have joined me on countless adventures. Friends that I could laugh with while trudging through the swamps of the Sarstoon Temash National Park. Friends that cheered for 4 different countries during the Olympics Opening Ceremony. Friends that toasted the full moon with tequila, cashew wine, Belikin, drum playing, and a heavy dose of laughter. Friends that made me feel as though I was in a bike gang, cruising around PG. Friends that made PG home.

    I’ve worked with some truly outstanding women. I was reminded of how fortunate I am to have the opportunities I have had in the U.S. I was reminded that one can, in fact, be old in many ways, but so young in others. I was reminded that what I enjoy most is really talking to people, listening to what they have to say, and sharing it with others. I was reminded that sometimes, it just takes a person willing to share that story, to make someone feel great. I was reminded that I really shouldn’t participate in any crafting activities (though I enjoy watching). I was reminded of the joy that a smile on someone’s face gives me. I was reminded that you can learn anything from anyone, at any time, as long as you are open to it. I was reminded that even though it may seem as though you live in different worlds, and have nothing in common, there is always something that binds.

    I’ve come to love Punta Gorda. I’ve come to overlook the trash-lined streets, choosing instead to admire the natural beauty surrounding me: the impossibly green hills in the distance and the beautiful blue sea never far. I’ve come to look forward to the cries from neighbors and acquaintances as I bike through town. I’ve come to respond to each and every catcall, crying good morning, afternoon, or evening as I cruise past. I’ve come to recognize that I will never stop sweating in the oppressive heat and humidity, and that I just need to deal with it. I’ve come to look forward to the walk home, knowing that my Rasta neighbor King will have something philosophical to discuss, my hostel-owning neighbor will have something kind to say, and that the little neighbor girls will be eagerly awaiting my return.

    When I shoulder my bags once again and walk back down Front Street on Saturday to board a boat back to Guatemala, and eventually a plane back to Denver, I’ll be looking at Punta Gorda in a whole new way. I’ll be looking at it as a gateway to the adventures I experienced, the things I learned, the people I met, and the hopes I have for Belize.

    My summer, in 3 minutes and 16 seconds:

  • RUNNING TOWARD POVERTY: WHAT ARE YOU CHOOSING WHEN YOU CHOOSE TO MARRY EARLY?

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    What enters your mind when you hear the words child marriage?  Most likely, it is pictures of young girls forced to become brides in accordance with cultural practices, images of two young people meeting for the first time at their wedding ceremony, and thoughts of teenagers dutifully carrying out the marital arrangements made by their family members without their input.  Children across the developing world are forced or pressured into arranged marriages at staggering rates.  Nepal is no exception.

    But there is a newer child marriage phenomenon spreading throughout Nepal: increasingly, adolescents are running away to get married without familial consent or participation; children 13, 14, 15 years of age are eloping of their own volition.

    At first blush, it may seem like the obvious response to counter this issue is education targeted toward youth, i.e., it would seem to make sense to direct the solution toward that segment of society that comprises the active agents of this practice.  While I am fully in favor of educating youth and agree that this must be part of the solution, I think that the problem of voluntary child marriage in Nepal stems from something much deeper, such that the trend also needs to be addressed at the societal level.

    Nepali culture rejects romantic or sexual relationships that occur outside of marriage.  Even walking home from school with a member of the opposite sex may elicit negative attention and have reputational consequences.  In Nepal, it is a very progressive thing to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, and such relationships have only recently started to become acceptable and only in certain big city (i.e., Kathmandu) communities.  In rural areas, such relationships are unheard of.  Thus, two teenagers who (quite naturally) begin to experience romantic feelings toward each other are compelled to to marry in order to legitimize the relationship.

    A few days ago I sadly tore myself away from gorgeous Surkhet District and the wonderful WRRP field team members thereof whom I have grown to love and traveled back to Kathmandu.  Two days ago, Sunita Maharjan, the lovely, inspiring, and free-minded Program Assistant of WRRP, and I visited the offices of Society for Local Integrated Development Nepal, or SOLID, which works to promote and protect sexual and reproductive health rights in Nepal.

    Sunita and I had the pleasure of speaking with Arjun Subedi, Program Coordinator of SOLID, about his organization’s programs and approaches, including those dealing with runaway child marriage, which Arjun is quite committed to combating, because when children run away to get married, as Arjun put it, “they are running toward poverty”.

    Prior to that meeting, during my last few days in Surkhet, I traveled with Deepak Chauhan, the thoughtful, hard-working, and humorous Coordinator of WRRP-West, to a village of Chinchu VDC, where I had the opportunity to spend some time with a 17-year-old girl named Durga.  Durga had eloped with the boy from school whom she loved at the age of 14 and had her first child, a daughter, last year when she was only 16.

    Speaking with Durga was heartbreaking and emotional.  In her case, Durga ran away to get married and ended up running toward a physically and emotionally abusive husband, in-laws who terrorize her because of her membership in a caste lower than their own, and a childbirth riddled with complications.  All this in addition to the poverty predicted by SOLID’s Arjun: Durga left school at 14 upon marriage and her husband, for reasons I did not have a chance to explore, is not currently working or earning.

    Durga, 17, Chinchu VDC, Surkhet District, Nepal

    Durga, 17, Chinchu VDC, Surkhet District, Nepal

    Durga told me that she is now realizing that she married too young, but she shrugged off any questions about changing her life’s path at this point or about working to effect change in her community with respect to early marriage practices.  Of course – she is 17 with a baby in her lap.

    Durga, 17, of Chinchu VDC with her 1-year-old daughter

    Durga, 17, of Chinchu VDC with her 1-year-old daughter

    In our meeting at SOLID’s offices, Arjun spoke about SOLID’s approach to increase societal tolerance of young love.  “We need to separate sex from marriage”, Arjun explained.  “These kids elope because it is the only way for them to explore their attraction to the opposite sex.”  One of Arjun’s objectives is to convince Nepali parents to “tolerate love” so that their children can explore their feelings outside of marriage.  Further, if adolescents have to sneak around in order to spend time with members of the opposite sex, they are more likely to engage in unsafe sexual relationships.

    A few days earlier at a wrap-up meeting with WRRP-West prior to my departure from Surkhet, we discussed my experience speaking with Durga and the general elopement trend among Nepali youth.  I asked, “how do we create an environment in which kids are allowed to date so that they don’t feel the need to runaway and marry?  What about encouraging parents to allow their adolescent children to bring over their love interests after school to talk and play in the presence of family members?”

    The WRRP-West team explained how difficult a thing that would be.  To the WRRP-West team members, who have extensive experience working in the communities of Surkhet, such a shift in deep-rooted Nepali culture seemed a daunting task.

    So to hear Arjun talk about SOLID’s programs that actually aim to change people’s ideas in this way was exciting, but I also know that we have our work cut out for us.  Arjun himself characterized this aspect of his mission as “very tough”.  Sunita, who is heavily involved in WRRP’s youth programming, firmly believes that change in this area must come from an integrated approach involving all segments of society – adolescents, parents, teachers, community leaders, healthcare providers.

    A further level of this issue involves the stigma facing Nepali women surrounding having multiple love interests: once a girl is associated with one boy, she is tainted.  Girls in Nepal don’t live in a culture where they can have successive romantic interests.  In addition, parents who worry about their daughters attaining such a reputation have an incentive to marry their daughters off early.

    During my field visit to Lahan several weeks ago, I spoke with a 16-year-old girl named Binita who expressed her desire not to marry early because she wanted to complete her education and become a nurse or a teacher.  Her mother, who was observing the interview, however, interjected and spoke to me about her concerns for her daughter.  “I feel insecure having an unmarried adolescent daughter in my home.”  Binita’s mother explained that the longer her daughter remains at home unmarried, the more likely it is that she does something to ruin her chances of marrying into a respectable family.

    Binita, 16, Badarhamal VDC, Siraha District, Nepal

    Binita, 16, Badarhamal VDC, Siraha District, Nepal

    If parents and community members are more concerned with restricting adolescents’ premarital activities than their desires and decisions to marry early, how can we reach people on this issue?  My lawyerly inclinations to outline in excruciating detail each and every way a practice violates one’s human rights doesn’t seem to be appropriate here.  What I do know at this point though is that this problem is bigger than the adolescents who find themselves wrapped up in it.

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  • HOME

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    After 29 hours in transit, 4 flights, and numerous neck pains from dozing off in not-quite-the-right position, I’m home.

    It’s a mixed bag. I’m glad to be home and know that, in fact, I need to be home in order to finish my degree ASAP. But, at the same time, I deeply miss the people I met and the experiences I had in Rwanda.

    Luckily, physical distance is no longer the great divider that it once was. Over the next year and hopefully longer, I will continue to work with IPHR and LiCoProMa.

    (It probably doesn’t need to be said that I will also continue to keep in touch with and Facebook stalk the friends I’ve made.)

    After reading my blog and learning about IPHR and LiCoProMa, if you would like to support them in any way, please let me know. I will happily connect you in whatever way best!

     Turikumwe 

    (Kinyarwanda translation: We are together)

     

  • An Azerbaijani Story Part II: Escaping Iran

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    This is part two of the story of an Azerbaijani political refugee from Iran. For part one, please read here.

    After being imprisoned for 52 days, Yashar was finally released on a one-year parole sentence. However, he couldn’t go back to the university so he went on to do the mandatory military service required in Iran. Conscription in Iran is about two years long and as one can imagine it’s not exactly the most pleasant experience. On one side it’s a good opportunity for young Iranians to meet for the first time people from different backgrounds and ethnicities but on the other side it’s also just another pretext for racism and an excuse for the Iranian authorities to continue the bullying of minorities.

    Because of Yashar’s situation and known activism, he wasn’t allowed to touch any weapons. He was sent to the coldest areas in the winter and the hottest regions in the summer. They would move him every couple of months to a new location making him constantly the “new” guy, which is never a comfortable position. The conditions were very hard and even if they didn’t hurt him physically, it was clear that everything was done to pressure him and inflict some form of psychological torture on him.

    Two years later, Yashar returned to Maragheh and resumed his human rights activities. The Association for the Defense of Azerbaijani Political Prisoners in Iran was created in 2006 and soon after Yashar got in contact with its Director, Faktheh Zamani. He started working for them from Iran. Internet really opens possibilities and is the only window of freedom in a world of oppression. It can’t be completely controlled. No wonder that when Yashar was imprisoned a couple of years before; they accused him of “using the Internet!” as if it was some horrible crime deserving instant decapitation. However, it still is a long way until Iran reaches the level of connectivity that we achieved.

    Eventually, they realized that Yashar was continuing his activities and working with ADAPP. He was asked to go to court a couple of times but never went. Yashar and his family were under constant surveillance; it felt like somebody was always following him, walking behind him in the streets. They also had given his name and picture to Internet cafés in the city so they could report on him. The situation was quickly escalating and when the Intelligence Service searched Yashar’s home during a trip to Tehran, he knew that he couldn’t go back home anymore. That was it. One more arrest and he would be sent to jail for good. Or worse.

    “I wanted to keep my life in Iran”, Yashar told me.

    ADAPP told him that he needed to escape, leave Iran as soon as possible. Political activists can’t have passports in Iran, so he had to go the illegal way, with smugglers through the Turkish border. With ADAPP’s helps, he managed to collect enough money to pay the smugglers: 700$ was the price of freedom.

    To cross the border, they had to walk through the mountains at night, and it was winter, with 60 centimeters of snow. The guide also had to pay off some police guards at the border to leave them alone. Yashar was traveling with a group of about 1000 persons but he was the only Iranian Azerbaijani present, the others were from Pakistan, Afghanistan, Bangladesh, China, etc. Not everybody was crossing for reasons as noble as Yashar, and no doubt that the smuggling from Iran to Turkey is a highly profitable business for traffickers but it was the only way and also the safest way to leave.

    Once they had crossed the border, the Turkish police came and the guide left them with some instructions on how to reach the nearest village. If the guides were to be caught by the Turkish authorities, they would be arrested for human and drug trafficking. The police interrogated Yashar who was the only one they could communicate with and he explained to them that he was a political refugee escaping Iran because of the Azerbaijani situation. They eventually let him and the group go.

    So here was Yashar, the only Turkish-speaking member of a pretty large and impossible group, in the middle of the freezing night surrounded by dark and snowy mountains, after just being abandoned by their guide. The area were they crossed is also a Kurdish region, were attacks and killings used to be frequent, which didn’t help feeling safe. He knew one thing though: go west. So he followed the stars and after a couple of hours they eventually found a way to a village nearby.

    The group dismantled and Yashar continued alone. He stayed in this village ten days; he then went to Van in the North East of Turkey traveling by animal truck. He went to another city near the Iranian border where he finalized his refugee statute. Until they could decide what to do with him, the Turkish authorities told Yashar to rent a house and live by himself. At this point he was extremely worried about his life and his family. Because of the proximity from the border, he knew they could send someone to kill him; someone even came to physically threaten him. They wanted him to stop his activities. He was giving interviews, writing news, and talking a lot through ADAPP. His family had been threatened too.

    After his escape, they interrogated his father, pressured his family into making him come back, telling him to stop his activities. They threatened the family; they said they could make Yashar disappear and them as well. Yashar’s father told him that if he ever came back inside the country they would execute him. Eventually, his family also left Iran and they are now safely living in Turkey. Yashar obtained a political refugee statute for Canada and was finally able to leave Turkey.

    Yashar stayed in Turkey from February 1st 2009 to March 2011 when he moved to Vancouver, Canada.

    Leaving Iran wasn’t an easy decision but there is little doubt on how it would have ended. Imprisonment, mistreatment, psychological torture, negation of basic medical care is the daily life of tens of prisoners of conscience now in Iran.

    When talking with Yashar, I asked him what he thought was Iran biggest problem and how it could be fixed, without hesitation he answered: the racism. The underlying racism against his community, against all minorities actually. The opposition is no less racist than the current government despite their fight for democracy; the Persian majority doesn’t even see that it is an issue worth of concern and the root of a much bigger problem. As long as the racism in Iran is not ackowledged, there is little hope for change and progress. Inevitably, the situation won’t hold and if we look at similar situations in history, a collapse like Yugoslavia seems a more than likely possibility for the future of Iran.

  • MAKING THE MOST OF MY TIME…AND AN INTERVIEW WITH SHAHED KAYES

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    Less than three weeks. These words keep repeating themselves in my head. Not good, not bad, just there, hovering in my consciousness. Perhaps to keep me focused, perhaps to remind me to make the most of the rest of my short time here. Twelve weeks isn’t a long time compared to the time I spent working abroad previously but to say that it’s flown by, well that would be a huge understatement. The twelve weeks were made even shorter by my unplanned three week hospital adventure in Dhaka but I can’t allow that to deter me from finishing my work. After some frustrations with my inability to make my video editing software do exactly what I wanted to, I managed to summon enough patience and persistence to put together the short video below. A few days ago Shahed and I went to the Sonargaon museum and recorded an introductory interview to use on Advocacy Project’s partner page. It’s not perfect and could certainly benefit from some tweaks but I think it came out pretty good. As always, feedback is appreciated. During the editing I learned a bit more about a new program I used, called Videopad, so I’d like to think that the next few videos I edit will be improvements upon this one.

    I’m trying not to stress out too much about my limited remaining time here but I’d really like to get as much of my planned work as possible completed before departing Bangladesh. I have hundreds of photos to edit and upload, hours of video footage I still need to sift through and make into something worth watching, a few more blog posts to write, social media updates, a couple of profile interviews that I need to turn into videos, and all sorts of other miscellaneous and random tasks. Monitoring Facebook and reading emails has kept me updated on the other 2012 Peace Fellows finishing up their work and heading back stateside or traveling to other countries. My classmates at NYU are getting ready for the upcoming semester, life continues as normal back in New York, Colorado, and everywhere in between. I’m excited about going to Germany for a couple of weeks on my way back and of course about returning to New York and catching up with friends and family but I want to make sure I don’t look back on my short time here with any regrets or concerns that I didn’t do as much as I could. I’ve already expressed to Shahed that even when I’m back in the U.S. I’d like to continue offering my assistance and support to Subornogram Foundation in whatever capacity I can.

    Take a look at the video and let me know what you think. Shahed Kayes is an incredible human being who is doing a lot of good for the voiceless in his community and should serve as an example for those of us who wish to make the world a better place. It’s the passion and optimism of people like Shahed that keeps me motivated to continue this type of work and to not allow myself to get too discouraged when things don’t always go as planned. Thanks for reading, more to come.

  • BLANKET STITCHES, KNOTS AND SPECIAL GUEST APPEARANCES

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    To give an update on our quilting progress: it’s in the works!

     

    Running Stitch
    Running Stitch

     

    We have a lovely group of Roma women creating their Peace Quilt to illustrate a Romani engagement. Since family is central to their values, this seemed an appropriate theme, and one about which all were excited.

    The quilt will be centered around a piece depicting the meeting of the families to discuss the engagement, while the side panels will focus on the main characters. Rather than everyone making their own individual piece, the women wanted to share the work on all of the pieces, thus really promoting the spirit of the community.

    They’re making remarkable progress.

     

    A Roma Fiancée
    A Roma Fiancée

     

     

    Caravan
    Caravan

     

    Recently, we were joined by Nina Murray, Cultural Attache of the US Embassy in Vilnius, who was interested to learn more about the project (and even contributed to the stitching!) The US Embassy has been involved with the Roma community here through the CULP programme, in which US Military Cadets have been teaching English to several communities of Lithuanian society.

     

    Nina Murray, Cultural Attache of the US Embassy in Vilnius, Joins the Quilting
    Nina Murray, Cultural Attache of the US Embassy in Vilnius, Joins the Quilting

     

    Please take a look at the photos documenting our work for more sneak previews of the Peace Quilt from Vilnius.

    Thanks for all of the support from everyone!

  • AEPD PROFILE: PHAN VAN PHONG

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    When Phan Van Phong contracted a severe fever at age 1, doctors used powerful antibiotics to end his illness and save his life. Unfortunately, the allergic reaction he had to the antibiotics crippled him for life, making him reliant on a cane to walk. Soon afterward, his family’s poverty demanded that his parents leave Quang Binh for work, leaving him in the care of his grandmother.

    Although he always felt loved by his family, he felt excluded from socializing outside his home. “I was always depressed at social gatherings,” Mr. Phong told me. “I felt different from everyone else. People looked down on me.”

     

    Due to his disability, Mr. Phan felt excluded at social gatherings
    Due to his disability, Mr. Phan felt excluded at social gatherings

     

    In spite of his feelings, Mr. Phong was determined not to live the reclusive life that is common among Quang Binh’s persons with disabilities (PWDs). He remembers the chick that began his good business fortune. “It cost 4000 dong ($0.20),” he said. Mr. Phong raised the chick until it was large enough to sell for meat. He used the profits from this sale to buy several more chicks, which he in turn raised and sold, keeping a few chickens to produce eggs. Eventually the profits he made from his expanding flock allowed him to pay for a vocational course on automotive repair and construction. “The teacher saw I was a good worker, so he hired me when the class was over,” he said.

    By the time Mr. Phong attended his first AEPD business training four years ago, he had already saved enough money to build a new home with a storefront in which he ran his own construction and repair business. Although the business was a relative success, making 70,000 dong in profit per day ($3.50), the small size of his shop’s roofed area prohibited him from serving the growing number of potential customers who requested his services.

    “The money I received from AEPD helped me to build the enclosure over my main work space,” Mr. Phong said about a grant he received from the organization.”It allowed me to double my business. Now my shop makes 140,000 dong everyday.”

     

    AEPD helped Mr. Phan double the size of his business
    AEPD helped Mr. Phan double the size of his business

     

    His relationship with AEPD also helped him deal with his depression. Through AEPD’s trainings, he met other PWDs who lived in his area, providing him with a supportive social network that has alleviated his social anxiety.

    According to Mr. Phong, one of his primary motivations behind starting a business was to prove to the world that he could be a valuable community member in spite of his disability. He envisions a day when his shop is successful enough that he’ll be able to donate some of its profits to help his local community. With the newfound support he receives from other local PWDs and AEPD, that day may come soon.

  • AEPD PROFILE: LE ANH TUAN

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    Le Anh Tuan believes his body was weak from birth. His mother died an hour after delivering him. He says that without her breast milk, his body never grew strong. His father left him to start a new family in Hanoi, leaving Mr. Le to grow up in the care of his grandmother.

    Mr. Le initially broke his leg playing a rough game with his friends when he was six years old. According to Mr. Le, due to the privations of the American War, the medical treatment he received after breaking his leg was unprofessional, leaving it weak and permanently damaged. However he continued to live a life little different than those of his peers.

     

    A 2005 motorcycle accident crippled Mr. Le
    A 2005 motorcycle accident crippled Mr. Le

     

    After completing his secondary school education, Mr. Le attended a technical school and eventually ended up working in Dong Hoi City, building a successful life for himself. This all changed in 2005, when a motorcycle accident reinjured his left leg, permanently disabling it. Unable to continue working at his job, Mr. Le left Dong Hoi to return to his rural home, sinking into a deep depression.

    For the following six years, Thuan rarely left his house. “I was selfish,” Mr. Le told me. “I only cared about my own survival.” Eventually he began farming and raising animals to help support his family, but luck was against him. The death of a group of his pigs left him in financial ruin.

    Mr. Le claims that a visit from an AEPD outreach worker, who was also a person with disabilities (PWDs), changed his life. Although AEPD offers many of methods of support to PWDs, what finally convinced Mr. Le to reenter his community was the opportunity to help others by becoming a member of the local AEPD-supported PWDs peer-support group. He eventually became a core member of the group.

     

    AEPD helped Mr. Le overcome his depression
    AEPD helped Mr. Le overcome his depression

     

    As part of the group, Mr. Le has gained access to many AEPD trainings that have benefited his mental wellbeing as well as his success in raising livestock. AEPD also provided Mr. Le a grant that helped him purchase pigs he’ll eventually sell for a hefty profit, finally bringing him financial stability. But according to Mr. Le, the most important part of his participation in the peer-support group has been the opportunity to help other PWDs with their own lives. “I help them set health goals for themselves and create business plans to apply for funding from AEPD,” Mr. Le told me. As he says this, his smile grows. It’s obvious that helping others has helped his own life.

  • THE SIBLINGS PHAN

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    I met the Phan siblings while collecting content for a video on climate change in Quang Binh Province. The story of how they survived the lethal floods of 2010 will be included in the climate change video to be released soon. In the meantime, here is the story of how they live their lives:

  • PERSONAL PROFILE: AN INTERVIEW WITH YASODA (JASI) PARMAR – PRESIDENT AND JUDGE OF NARI ADALAT WOMEN’S COURT

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    The past few weeks have been quite busy. Between wrapping up my fellowship in India and making the trip back to the US, it has been a whirlwind. It feels surreal to be home, and I have slowly begun to reflect on my time in India this summer. My next, and final, blog post will be dedicated to these final reflections. But before I get to that, I have one more video to share.

    Before I left Vadodara and Vikalp, I had the opportunity to interview Yasoda (Jasi) Parmar, the president and one of the judges of the Nari Adalat women’s court in Padra. Jasi is 42 years old, a widow, and the mother of two sons. As president of Nari Adalat, Jasi is responsible for the organization’s finances, case documentation, and overall management. She also sits on the board of trustees for Nari Adalat. In this interview, Jasi discusses the origins of the Nari Adalat women’s court, and the impact that this court has had on her life and on the community as a whole.

    As a judge, Jasi provides important insight into the need for justice for marginalized communities in India, and the ways in which the women’s court system fills that need. I hope that this short interview helps to paint a clearer picture of the role that the women’s courts play in transforming the culture of Gujarat.

  • WITNESS TO GENOCIDE: CONCENTRATION CAMPS

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    Prijedor was successfully ethnically cleansed in 1992 leaving only 1% of the  non-Serb population intact
    Prijedor was successfully ethnically cleansed in 1992 leaving only 1% of the non-Serb population intact

     

    Prijedor was successfully ethnically cleansed in 1992 leaving only 1% of the non-Serb population intact

     PRIJEDOR TAKE OVER

    As war descended upon Bosnia, every corner of the country was a different front, a different battlefield. Just as Srebrenica was on one of Bosnia’s front lines, Prijedor was also a front in the northern border of the country. Following Slovenia’s and Croatia’s declarations of independence in June 1991, the situation in the Prijedor municipality rapidly deteriorated.

    Under the influence of powerful Serb propaganda, former neighbors, school mates and co-workers shed all other identities other than their ethnicities. Orchestrated from Belgrade, Milosevic managed to cast the Serb into the role of disenfranchised, into the Jew in the Holocaust.  Sharing the idea of unrighteous taken sacred soil, the Serbs needed to protect themselves against the impending genocide against them “We are victims, but we are going to survive. “Such propaganda, fed incessantly to a people who in many cases had been prepared for it by their own cherished historical myths, served to transform neighbors into “the other”-outsiders, aliens. And Milosevic did not find it difficult, in the bewildering world of nascent popular politics, to portray a relatively new phenomenon for Yugoslavs-the legitimate political opponent-as a mortal threat. By “isolating the entire Muslim community,” writes Cigar, such propaganda would ensure that “any steps…taken against Muslims in pursuit of Belgrade’s political goals would acquire legitimacy and popular support.” The Muslims were to be subjected to a final solution: more than 50 percent of them were to be killed, a smaller part was to be converted to Orthodoxy, while an even smaller…part-people with money-were to be allowed to buy their lives and leave, probably, through Serbia, for Turkey. The aim was to cleanse Bosnia-Herzegovina completely of the Muslim nation.

    And thus came into use “ethnic cleansing,” an ancient and brutally effective technique of war christened by the Serbs with a modern, hygienic name. In city after city, town after town, in the spring and summer of 1992, the Bosnian Serb Army and its commandos and paramilitary units launched their attacks in precisely the same pattern. It was clear these operations of conquest and cleansing were minutely, and centrally, planned.

    In early 1992, local press-newspapers, radio, and television-began to broadcast a more hysterical version of Belgrade’s propaganda, claiming that dangerous Muslim extremists were hiding around and within Prijedor, preparing to seize the town and commit genocide against the Serbs. And thus it was not hard to gather support to execute a swift coup d’état, local Serbs seized control of Prijedor on April 30th, 1992; taking control of all public buildings, schools, police, radio and TV. The announcements broadcast on the radio also obliged non-Serbs to hang a white cloth outside their homes as a demonstration of their loyalty to the Serbian authorities. However, rather than protect them, the white flags distinguished Muslim houses from Serb houses made it easier to remove them from their homes.

    According to the UN Report, “Hundreds, possibly thousands were killed inside their homes…frequently after maltreatment.” Survivors who temporarily managed to flee or hide were divided. Females, boys under the age of sixteen and elderly men were taken to the Primary School in Trnopolje to prepare for deportation. Men were taken to hastily opened concentration camps in a ceramic tile factory, Keraterm, next to Prijedor town and on the premises of the iron ore mine and processing plant at Omarska. Massacres, torture, and appalling living conditions quickly depleted the number of detainees. Aside from only removing Muslims from Prijedor, the camp’s aim was to systematically destroy all non-Serb leadership, making it impossible for a community to return.  Political leaders, officials from the courts and administration, intellectuals, religious leaders, law enforcement, key business people and artists were specifically marked for eradication.

    OMARSKA CONCENTRATION CAMP

    Men at the 20th Anniversary of  the Omarska Concentration Camp reenact some of the treatment received in 1992

    Men at the 20th Anniversary of the Omarska Concentration Camp reenact some of the treatment received in 1992

    “Oh no, we will not waste our bullets on them. They have no roof, there is sun and rain, cold nights, beatings twice a day, we give them no food and water. They will starve like animals.” -Bosnian Serb Guard at Omarska

    The Omarska concentration camp was located in an iron mine and ore processing factory located about 12 miles from Prijedor. With the arrival of the first detainees in May of 1992, permanent guard posts were established around the camp, and anti-personnel landmines were set up around the camp. Somewhere between  5,000-8,000 Bosniaks and Croats (Serbs claim 3,334) were held in appalling conditions at the camp for about five months in the spring and summer of 1992. Hundreds died of starvation, punishment beatings and ill-treatment, in circumstance that the UN has compared the camps run by Nazis.

    The large scale Serb propaganda instigated fear and paranoia that manifested itself profoundly in the conditions and tactics of the Concentration Camps. The guards were fed the idea that genocide was already underway anywhere Serbs live but lack political dominance. The perceived vulnerability led to primal forms of torture and shows of dominance. If Auschwitz’s killing tended to be mechanized and bureaucratized, Omarska’s was emotional and personal, for it depended on the simple, intimate act of beating. Using clubs, bats, hoses, rifle butts, braided cable wires, and pipes filled with lead, the process of torture and killing was just as important as the final act. Administering a beating is a deeply personal affirmation of power: with your own hands you seize your enemy-supposedly a mortally threatening enemy, now rendered passive and powerless-and slowly, methodically reduce him from human to nonhuman. The psychological abuse and torture in many ways was as effective as the physical abuse. In Omarska, as in Auschwitz, men were transformed from healthy men to walking corpses by employing simple methods: withhold all but the barest nourishment, forcing the prisoners’ bodies to waste away; impose upon them a ceaseless terror by subjecting them to unremitting physical cruelty; immerse them in degradation and death and decay, destroying all hope and obliterating the will to live.

     CONDITIONS FROM HELL

    Each day and night men were called out by name to be brutally tortured with tactics like cutting off genitals, being hung from hangar equipment, forced to drink motor oil, and rape children.  When torture went too far, they would dump their corpses on the tarmac for the forklift driver to find the next morning. More often they would torture and beat the victim until they barely clung to life, leaving them to suffer for another day. Of the thousands of male prisoners, there were 37 women. The women in the camp slept in the ‘interrogations rooms’, where they were routinely raped in the night.  Each day they had to clean blood and flesh from the torture rooms.

    The male prisoners were primarily held in the equipment hanger at the factory.   Survivors describe the hanger as “a vast human hen coop, in which thousands of men were crammed for twenty-four hours a day…, living in their own filth and, in many cases, dying from asphyxiation.” The prisoners were packed together so tightly that lying down was impossible that men would stand until they lost consciousness then collapse one against another. In another building known as the “White House”, men were routinely beat and tortured to the point where the the walls were stained with blood and flesh.

    In the factory canteen the prisoners were given just enough nourishment to keep a pulse, given one meal a day of spoiled, watery soup with a morsel of bread. Given only around 3 minutes to scarf down the scalding liquid many men were left with internal blisters and scars.  The thousands of prisoners shared 4 blocked up toilets with human waste everywhere. With no medical attention, dysentery, infection and diaheria weakened and killed many more men.

     CLOSING OF THE CAMP

    Ed Vulliamy, British reporter who's reporting broke the story of the Omarska Concentration Camp, addresses the crowd at the 20th Anniversary

    Ed Vulliamy, British reporter who’s reporting broke the story of the Omarska Concentration Camp, addresses the crowd at the 20th Anniversary

    “Omarska was a monstrosity: an inferno of murder, torture and rape. It was a stain upon our century.” -ED Vulliamy

    Within weeks of the opening of the camps officials in Washington began receiving reports of mass executions, beatings, mutilations, and rapes in Omarska, Trnopolje and Keraterm.  However it was not until five months later in August 6th, 1992 that anyone was granted access to the camps. A small group of international journalists appealed to Republika Srpska president Radovan Karadzic to allow them to view the Omarska Camp. Ensured that the camp was sanitary and visibly acceptable, they were granted access.

    Apart of the small convoy into Omarska was British journalist for The Guardian, Ed Vulliamy. Through the unrelenting glare of the August sun he saw walking corpses, “ The bones of their elbows and wrists protrude like pieces of jagged stone from the pencil-thin stalks to which their arms have been reduced. Their skin is putrefied, the complexions…have corroded. [They] are alive but decomposed, debased, degraded, and utterly subservient, and yet they fix their huge hollow eyes on us with [what] looks like blades of knives.” Despite being promised total access to Omarska, the journalists were ushered out after only a short time on the grounds. He managed, however, to ask a prisoner about his conditions in the camp.  The young man,  emaciated, sunken-eyed, attacked his watery bean stew like a famished dog, his spindly hands shaking, “I do not want to tell any lies, but I cannot tell the truth”.

    The reporting by these journalists exposed the truth at the Omarska Concentration Camp and lead to its closing later in  August 1992. The remaining detainees were transported on  buses out of the Republika Srpska, in a sense finishing the job started by Serb forces.

    TODAY

    There was no war here in the Prijedor, just a sudden, vicious and brazen attempt to eradicate an entire population by killing, incarceration, rape and forced deportation. In many senses the wide scale genocide was successful. The pre-war Non-Serb population of over 500,000 in the municipality of Prijedor was systematically dwindled to less than 600, leaving little more than 1% today. The other 99% of Prijedor’s non-Serbs were killed or turned into refugees.  The same warlords who took control of the town of Prijedor, now have retained total control over key economic, infrastructure, and humanitarian sectors of the community. Today, camp guards freely walk the streets of Prijedor, Serbs hold public positions forcefully taken from non-Serbs and monuments stand throughout the town for Serbs who were killed. The narrative in Prijedor is set, and it involves pride, triumph and resistance of genocide.

    However, the book is far from closed on the story of the 1992 genocide. Experts calculate that for all the thousands of bodies already uncovered 3,205 people are still unaccounted for. Many are suspected of remaining in mass graves within the Omarska mine complex. “There is no doubt whatsoever that there are bodies as yet unfound within the mine of Omarska and its vicinity,” said Amor Masovic, president of the Bosnian government’s Commission for Tracing Missing Persons, which exhumes the graves. “We are not talking about dozens of bodies here, we are talking about hundreds.”

     THE ORBIT

    However despite the ongoing human rights crisis at the mine, In 2004, the British mining company ArcelorMittal assumed 51% ownership of the Omarska mine.  It was reopened, buildings and equipment used to administer the lethal project of ethnic cleansing were repurposed as a lucrative mining operation.  ArcelorMittal claims that they do not have the authority to establish a memorial. However as the largest steel producer in the world, ArcelorMittal can surely use their considerable influence to overturn the local politics of denial and actively participate in healing the fractured communities out of which their very fortunes are generated. Not taking sides in an area where persecution and injustice continue – is not neutrality but taking a political position by default. Arcelor Mittal not taking sides only perpetuates the  violence.

    Still resisting the establishment of a memorial on the grounds of Omarska, ArcelorMittal recently build a memorial for the 2012 London Olympics. Rising to the soaring height of 114.5 meters,  the ArcelorMittal Orbit boasts over 1,500 tons of steel and has an overall price-tag of £22.7million, £19.6million of which was funded by ArcelorMittal. Showcasing steel from all of its worldwide mines, there is the gruesome potential that the very remains of Omarska victims are towering over London. With no space of collective public mourning survivors and family members have claimed the ArcelorMittal Orbit as a memorial in exile.

    WITNESS

    This year was the 20th Anniversary of the closing of the Omarska Concentration Camp. ArcelorMittal granted commemorators access to the grounds of the mine on August 6th. Below is a video I made documenting different commemorative events throughout the municipality of Prijedor this August.  Here are photos from the events as well. 

  • ONE LAST LINGERING THOUGHT!

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    I’ve been thinking about the ways in which Bangladesh has been working toward women’s rights. It’s a slow process but one Bangladeshi women, educated men, and strong willed individuals have been chipping away at slowly. My emotional reaction to seeing the women on the boat being beaten temporarily tainted my views of the attempts being made in Bangladesh. I’m not saying Bangladesh is a good place for women to live. I’m saying that there are people making an effort so it might be.

    On April 3rd of this year there was a protest for women’s rights in Jessore, Bangladesh that left one student protester dead. The protest was in support of a new law to insure that women inherit the same amount. While the death is tragic… it also raised awareness of the issue and attracted international media. On the same day, hundreds of women protested in the street to shame those opposing the policy. So, women in Bangladesh are organizing and there are a number of different organizations in Bangladesh working very hard to see to it that their rights are met.

    But…even if new laws are developed, there is a huge gap between legal principles and social, political, and economic practices. Family life for women in Bangladesh doesn’t allow for women to be aware of their rights, and even if they were, there is little to be done. The traditional belief in Bangladesh is that women are to be kept under the control of somebody like their fathers or husbands. If they break the norm, educate themselves, or “act out”, they will be punished. They have very little to no protection against the punishment.

    If women’s rights in Bangladesh is to be achieved it has to consist of two parts. The first part being changing the ways women are treated in their families, and secondly, changing the ways women are treated on a state level. If there is no link binding principles and practices then there will be no change.

    Some organizations trying to make the bind! Include:

    The Bangladesh Women’s Foundation: http://bdwf.org/

    UNDEF:http://www.un.org/democracyfund/XNewsBangladesh.htm

    UNICEF:http://www.unicef.org/infobycountry/bangladesh_55216.html

    and many more if you do a simple google search!

    Thanks for reading!

  • CULTURAL RELATIVISM AND THE UNIVERSALITY OF HUMAN RIGHTS: MY THOUGHTS FROM NEPAL

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    “That is just how things are.”

    I cannot tell you how many times I have been told this in carrying out my research in Nepal.  It is a quite grueling and often fruitless endeavor to attempt to get deeper than this when speaking with some rural Nepalis about their lives.

    Although I am never excited to get such a response in the field, at this point in my fellowship, as my fieldwork begins to wind down and I begin to focus my attention on how best to move forward in a positive direction, I feel I would be remiss not to pause and reflect on what it means.

    WRRP stakeholders and their fellow community members act consistently with the cultural traditions of their communities, i.e., they do what they know.  Don’t we all?  Who am I to tell someone from another culture that their traditions are human rights violations?  What standards are even appropriate for a set of rights purporting to be universal in this globe full of incredibly diverse peoples?

    Bim Kumari BK, 18, and Chandra Kala BK, 19, of Jhine Village, Maintada VDC, Surkhet; both pregnant

    Bim Kumari BK, 18, and Chandra Kala BK, 19, of Jhine Village, Maintada VDC, Surkhet; both pregnant

    VDC-Level Interaction Program in Maintada VDC, August 2012

    VDC-Level Interaction Program in Maintada VDC, August 2012

    I am not a cultural relativist.  I am a human rights activist, and neutrality is not my holy grail.  I make judgments, I criticize.  At a practical level, culture inevitably seeps into the moral realm.  Ancient Mayan practices of human sacrifice were wrong;female genital mutilation (or FGM) is perverse.  So is child marriage.

    This does not mean that I do not believe that culture is important.  It absolutely is.  Understanding cultural context fosters tolerance and respect for difference.  Human rights include cultural rights.  The International Covenant on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights, which presently boasts 160 state parties (notably not including the United States), provides that it is one’s human right to “take part in cultural life”.

    Traditional Magar Dress; 18th World Indigenous Peoples' Day

    Traditional Magar Dress; 18th World Indigenous Peoples’ Day

    So how do we reconcile the right to culture with the concept of universality that is fundamental to human rights?  It is (relatively) easy to discuss these concepts when measuring extremes.  Are there many who disagree that human sacrifice is wrong and cannot be justified by cultural context?  Are many people up in arms about members of the Nepalese indigenous Magar performing their traditional dance?  The difficulty lies somewhere in between and there is most certainly an area over which reasonable minds may differ.

    On the one hand, cultural relativism challenges enthnocentrism, which is particularly associated with the West, and protects indigenous cultures from oppression from outside powers.  On the other, it undermines the universality of human rights, a set of minimum standards of rights to which we are entitled by virtue of our humanity alone, and leaves categories of persons susceptible to oppression from within their own communities.  So which is it?

    It is my view that all too often a cultural justification proffered in response to human rights abuse allegations is merely pretext for maintaining oppressive policies.  From a women’s rights perspective, embracing cultural, or moral, objectivity allows practices of male dominance to be perpetuated.  As Sarah Menkedick of Change.org puts it, “[c]ulture . . . is not a homogeneous entity developed and sustained by consensus, but often a hegemonic and absolutist structure that marginalizes women. . . . [V]irtually all of the world’s cultures have patriarchal roots, and the most ardent defenders of cultural relativism tend to be the men whose cultures naturally, necessarily, subjugate women.”

    On the interplay between universality and culture Diana Ayton-Shenker writes“[u]niversal human rights do not impose one cultural standard, rather one legal standard of minimum protection necessary for human dignity.”

    When offered by local villagers in Nepal, the response “that is just the way things are in our culture” is not good enough to satisfy my curiosity.  When offered by states to justify practices of dubious compliance with human rights standards, I think that nothing less than the strictest of scrutiny is appropriate.

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    A discussion of culture is also apropos right now because of the festivals being celebrated in Nepal this month.  In the past several days, in walking through the center of the municipality in Surkhet, I have had the opportunity to watch traditional street performances for “Lakhe Jatra”, a festival in celebration of the birthday of Hindu God Krishna and portraying portions of the great Hindu epic Mahabharat, as well as performances by Nepalese indigenous groups in honor of the 18th World Indigenous Peoples’ Day.

    Thank you very much for reading and please enjoy a glimpse of these celebrations via the video below.

  • ADIOS BANGLADESH!

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    Adios Bangladesh! It’s hard to explain living in a place like Bangladesh. I think people can only really relate new experiences to experiences they’ve had before and for me Bangladesh has been most closely compared to an extended hiking trip, a trail race, road rage, and a job interview.

    The extended camping trip:

    Living in the wilderness for a month at a time prepares you for new and uncomfortable environments. There are days you hike many miles with heavy packs and little food to a rocky campsite. You eat some cheesy mac, drink some tea and do the whole thing over the next day. Its an incredible liberating feeling to know you can be pushed so hard, have so little, and still experience some of the most amazing human emotions there are to experience. Bangladesh offers the same kind of experience…Its just in the form of loud buses, hours and hours in traffic that doesn’t move, and plywood beds with moldy pillows. At the end of the day you’re still learning the most you’ve ever learned about yourself, connecting with people on new levels, and feeling empowered.

    The Trail Race:

    You start out fresh and well-trained going into it thinking, “okay, take this slow and steady”. About halfway through you get excited and maybe race a little harder than you should… You’ve got to remind yourself to keep drinking water, stay positive, and know your strength. While running a trail race you’re constantly looking out for good footing. Bangladesh is no different with potholes the size of small cars and small ponds everywhere. You have to be on your toes! When the faint feeling of wanting to quit creeps in…you smash it with tea and the good company of locals. Finishing is somewhat anti-climatic and you just run though a tunnel. Much like the security at the airport. When you’ve finished you know you have done something challenging and positive. Even if customs charges you 30 dollars to leave.

    Road Rage:

    My friend Matt said that if I were allowed to drive in Bangladesh I would be dead or in prison. Experiencing the constant invasion on my senses has given me the opportunity to do a lot of reflecting on my personal responses to discomfort and I look forward to seeing how that might shape my responses in new settings.

    The Job Interview:

    I found myself under constant observation. I didn’t know all of the codes for effective communication or dress and it was reflected in the response of my observers. I learned how answer the right questions and use the right body language. I learned a new way to fit into a mold.

    What I did in Bangladesh was less about the work I did with the organization and more about the relationships I was able to develop with individuals. I connected people who wouldn’t have otherwise been connected, and raised awareness of the issues faced in Bangladesh. The most radical changed thing of all is probably my view of the world and the new ways I’ve learned to interact with it. Thanks for reading!

    P.S If you’re wondering what resulted from the riverboat incident, I heard nothing from the woman who was beaten. The one good thing that happened…The 17 year old kid who stepped into translate after the dentist fled called me on my last day in Dhaka. I took him and his uncle out for lunch and told him I’d pay his application fee to the university of his choosing. He wants to be an engineer. We’ll see what happens!

     

    Riverboat Friend
    Riverboat Friend

     

    A link about women’s rights in Bangladesh:

    http://stream.aljazeera.com/story/womens-rights-bangladesh-0022138

  • At least 300 dead, more than 2600 injured

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    Last Saturday, August 11, an earthquake hit the West Azerbaijan province of Iran with a magnitude of 6,4 followed 11 minutes later by a powerful aftershock wave of 6,3. The epicenter was located 60 kilometers (37 miles) from Tabriz, the provincial capital.

    The villages of Ahar, Varzaghan, and Harees at 20 others closest to the epicenter were decimated. According to the latest official numbers, more than 300 people died, at least 2,600 were injured, and 16,000 are estimated to be left homeless.

    It looks like Iran is trying to minimize the gravity of the situation: “However, officials dismissed the idea that the number of fatalities could rise significantly, saying the eventual figure may in fact be lower than current estimates.”

    It has been reported that several foreign nations offered assistance to Iran but according to the Interior Minister Mostafa Mohamma Najjar Iran doesn’t need outside help and can manage the situation. The head of Iranian Red Crescent Society also said international aid was not needed

    The country’s Supreme leader Ayatollah Khamenei expressed his condolences 30 hours after the events which appeared on his website 25 minutes after having posted a message of congratulations to Iran’s Olympic athletes.

    Also, the state television did little coverage on the earthquake keeping the current schedule for Saturday evening: the Olympics Games and a comedy program. Moreover, instead of visiting the devastated areas, Mamhoud Amhadinejad went to Saudi Arabia to attend a conference.

    This response from the Iranian authorities or lack thereof is a sad reminder and an additional evidence of the discrimination against the Azerbaijani community. It’s hard to imagine that a government would care so little about its people and ignore so blatantly such a situation. Maybe at least this tragic event can help bring some international focus on the discrimination that face the Azerbaijanis in Iran. As Nader Ghazipour (MP of Urmia, West Azerbaijan) asked the Parliament: “Aren’t our Azeri lives precious?”

     

    UPDATE AUGUST 16th: 5 days after the earthquakes, Ayatollah Khameini finally visits the desolated areas. Apparently, Iran is worried by potential unrest and has called the Revolutionary Guards to run the operations, only aided by the Iranian Red Crescent and the state-run Imam Khomeini Relief Committee.

     

     

     

  • A CALL FOR DECENT WORK AND DECENT LIFE: THE PROBLEMS OF WORKERS IN PALESTINIAN KINDERGARTENS

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    Most employees in kindergartens in the West Bank work in very bad conditions. They don’t enjoy the minimum rights that any worker should have. This is a very important issue since these workers play a major role in teaching the future generation and fostering their social and academic skills.

    The injustice suffered by these workers cannot be neglected. The amount of wage these workers (mostly women) get is one of the most prominent violations they face. They earn between 400-800NIS/month ($100-$200/month). It is important to note that the poverty line in Palestine is 2237 NIS($552) and the extreme poverty line is 1783NIS($440). So the question is: what kind of decent life can these women have when they earn between $100 and $200?

    Giving such amount of wage is also a violation of the International Covenant on economic, cultural and social rights. Article 7  states that remuneration should provide all workers “[a] decent living for themselves and their families.” Unfortunately, the opposite is happening in this sector.

    In addition, many employers postpone paying the salaries and some of them pay the whole salary at the end of each semester, i.e. four months after the beginning of work.

     

    A training session organized by DWRC for kindergarten workers
    A training session organized by DWRC for kindergarten workers

     

    Article 7 also stipulates that conditions of work should ensure “[r]est, leisure and reasonable limitation of working hours and periodic holidays with pay, as well as remuneration for public holidays.” However, workers in kindergartens do not enjoy these rights.

    During summer vacations, which last for three months in Palestine, most employers don’t pay kindergarten workers. According to DWRC, 78.8% of workers don’t get paid in summer vacations and few employers pay half the salary or consider the summer vacation an annual leave. However, this is a strong violation of article 81of the Palestinian Labor Law which specifies that  employees should be paid when the workplace is on vacation.

    Moreover, most of kindergarten employees who have been working for more than ten years don’t get an annual increase in their salaries. In addition, 42.6% of the salaries don’t cover the transport fees, which might equal 100NIS/month (1/4 of the salary)!

    In order to fight this injustice, hundreds of kindergarten workers participated in a rally organized by the Democracy and Workers Rights Center (DWRC) and the General Federation of Independent Trade Unions (GFITU). They demanded the support of the Palestinian government to set a minimum wage and ensure the application of labor law. They also called upon the Ministry of Labor to tighten its control over kindergartens and stop the unfair dismissal of kindergarten workers.

    The important question that we should ask is: Why do these kindergarten employees work in such bad conditions and what can they do to fight this injustice?

    First, it should be noted that this sector employs almost exclusively women, so there might be gender-bias about women’s work in kindergartens. As DWRC has noted, many see this work as an extension of women’s reproductive role that does not need any qualifications. Hence, they don’t see any value in the work of these women and don’t consider them as other workers who should enjoy their labor rights.

    Second, most of kindergarten workers don’t have any legal literacy and are not part of trade unions. Thus, it becomes difficult for them to know their rights and claim them. Third, the Palestinian government and the Ministry of Labor have not yet set a minimum wage and disregard the regular inspections that should be done for this sector.

    Therefore, these women should quickly organize themselves in a union in order to push the government to set minimum wages and apply Labor Law. Cooperation with other trade unions is also recommended to increase pressure on the government.

  • THANKFUL

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    I just came back from my last visit with the women of Santa Teresa, and while I have the excited buzz I always have when I come back from visiting the women, I’m also sad. I’ve previously mentioned how wonderful these women are, and I am sincerely going to miss all of them very much. We had a great afternoon, reviewing all the photos I have taken of them, joking about the process, and finally, showing them the short movie clip I made about the women. It was a great feeling to watch these women watch their movie, the women alternating between laughter, shyness, and pride.

     

    Watching the movie
    Watching the movie

     

    As the afternoon stretched on and after our meeting ended, I made house visits to each of the women I was working with. The reason? Cameras aren’t readily available in these areas, and so I, for the afternoon, turned into Laura The Traveling Family Photographer. I went from home to home, waiting for the women to comb their hair and the men to change their clothing, choosing the best spots for the photos, making ridiculous faces to get the children to look at me, and trying to remember every second of it. I’ll be printing these dozens of photos, and  sending them back to Santa Teresa, so the families can have what will be for many, their first family photo.

    After finishing all the photos, and after a fantastic meal prepared by Paulina, her sister, and her mother, Cordelia and I piled back into our truck to begin the journey back to Punta Gorda. It’s a hard feeling, leaving these women, and I must say that I was feeling a bit down this evening. And then I plugged in my camera, and my Flip Camera. And then, I was laughing out loud.

    A little background first: A couple visits ago, while waiting for the women to arrive at the meeting, I handed my Flip Camera to one of the boys who was obviously curious about what it could do. He spent the most of that afternoon directing various children and taking different footage, which I eventually turned into a movie for him, and which he, and all his actors, greatly enjoyed.

     

    The Proud Videographers and Actors Watching Their Movie
    The Proud Videographers and Actors Watching Their Movie

     

    So today when I arrived, the first thing I did was hand him the Flip Camera. And he got to work quickly. He spent a good hour taking footage, and he got pretty creative. He interviewed some random man and took shots of men leaving lunch to go back to the field. He took video of my computer, as I showed the other children pictures of snow. He focused on the campaign material of a candidate his family supported in the latest election (if anyone wants a great close-up shot of Juan McCoy, especially his nose or left eye, you know where to come). He stealthily took footage of me meeting with the women. He took a great shot of the blistering sun through the tree canopy. But the one that made me laugh the hardest, was the footage he took of a flyer describing Swine Flu, what to look for, and how to prevent it. I’m pretty sure this one has a career waiting for him in videography, so Belize better watch out.

     

    The Great Videographer Continues
    The Great Videographer Continues

     

    I realize this has been a bit of a rambling blog post, covering a lot of different topics, but that is where my head is this evening, racing from one thing to the next. But, if there is one uniting thread in all of these little vignettes, it is that I am thankful. Thankful that I was able to meet these women. Thankful that I was able to help them in some small way. Thankful that I was given a peek into their lives. Thankful that this little boy could have so much fun, and be so talented, with such a small little item. And thankful that the video he took will provide me memories and laughs for years to come.

  • WOMEN’S PROGRESS IS HUMAN PROGRESS

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    IPHR believes that human rights education is instrumental in creating a society defined by justice and peaceful coexistence.

    IPHR also acknowledges the evident need for women’s rights education in proliferating human rights.

    Women’s rights education is critical. This education lets a woman know she has legally-defensible, just options. This education is what determines, for example, whether a woman claims what is legally entitled to her after her marriage ends or whether she instead walks away with nothing, taking to the streets to make ends meet.

    Thus, in quest of both augmenting justice and women’s welfare (and, on a larger scale, human welfare…after all, women’s progress is human progress), IPHR recently conducted a human rights training for widows.

    During this training, widows were explained their family rights, rights to succession, and more. (To read more about women’s rights in Rwanda, select this link — page 10 is where it really gets good!)

    At the end of the training, these widows were also given free consultation regarding any legal dilemmas they currently face.

    Select the photos below to be taken to the Flickr Album containing more snap shots from this event. 

     

    Human Rights Training- Widows
    Human Rights Training- Widows

     

     

    Human Rights Training- Widows
    Human Rights Training- Widows

     

     

    Human Rights Training- Widows
    Human Rights Training- Widows

     

     

    Human Rights Training- Widows
    Human Rights Training- Widows

     

     

    Group Shot: Human Rights Training- Widows
    Group Shot: Human Rights Training- Widows

     

     

  • UNDERSTANDING THROUGH ADVOCACY AND AWARENESS: CRUCIAL STEPS BY PWDS FOR SOCIAL CHANGE

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    Understanding through Advocacy and Awareness: Crucial Steps by PWDs for Social Change

    Math. It’s a part of everyday life yet the simple uttering of this word can draw such a strong polarizing reaction similar to that of the New York Yankees… either you love them or you hate them. Most notably these negative feelings towards the field of mathematics are drawn from a lack of understanding which may manifest itself in fear, frustration and sometimes the pride swallowing lie of a deceased grandparent to get out an exam. Arguably the key ingredient for this volatile perception towards math is misunderstanding. How can one remedy this situation so Granny can safely come to your graduation without having to hide her from your professor? The answer lies in awareness, working through false preconceived notions of the subject matter and allowing understanding to come through the logical presentation of information.

    A group of people in Northern Uganda that is often misunderstood are persons with disabilities (PWDs). This misunderstanding towards PWDs in the northern region of Uganda has exhibited itself in neglect, abuse and gross infringements of the most basic of human rights which has lead to extreme suffering and a drastically reduced quality of life.

    Richard Omona advocating about persons with disabilities to Acholi elders, cultural leaders & village council members in the Pabwo region of Northern Uganda

    Richard Omona advocating about persons with disabilities to Acholi elders, cultural leaders & village council members in the Pabwo region of Northern Uganda

    When there is a lack of knowledge towards disabilities in Northern Uganda it is often the case that a child being born with a disability is believed to be the result of a woman doing something wrong in her life. Fathers sometimes abandon the family to rid themselves of the shame and increased responsibility of taking care of a child with a disability. The child may be forced to live far away from home in neglect and isolation due to misplaced resentment. Opportunities for educational and social development are often nonexistent. A devastating reality is that it is not entirely uncommon for the child to be fed only once a day to reduce the frequency of the child’s bowel movements as there are no adequate and accessible facilities for a person with a disability to use the washroom.

    Paul, a funny and charismatic sixteen year old from St. Jude’s Orphanage for Children with Disabilities. St. Jude’s is able to provide many services for children with disabilities.

    Paul, a funny and charismatic sixteen year old from St. Jude’s Orphanage for Children with Disabilities. St. Jude’s is able to provide many services for children with disabilities.

    Women in particular with disabilities are having incredible difficulty forming meaningful and lasting relationships. Men sometimes do not recognize the humanity of woman with a disability and refuse to publicly acknowledge having a relationship with her. Like many people it has always been a dream of mine to have a loving wife to raise children with and grow happily old with together. Could you imagine not being able to even fathom the idea of this dream as its reality is so far gone that having hope will most likely result in unbearable disappointment? Men will often pretend to have a meaningful relationship (in secret) with a woman with a disability to simply gratify their own sexual desires. Should a child ever be conceived from this misleading relationship the man would simply run away leaving the woman with a disability to raise the child all by herself.

    However, the Gulu Disabled Persons Union wants to change this and the views towards persons with disabilities in Northern Uganda. Once understanding is gained the GDPU is hopeful that social change will follow.

    Advocacy and Awareness by the G.D.P.U. to increase understanding towards PWDs

    The G.D.P.U. is making great strides to increase Northern Uganda’s understanding of PWDs, especially in remote regions outside of Gulu where services for PWDs and understanding of PWDs are limited. Through passionate and informed presentations tackling the myths and facts regarding disabilities perceptions are beginning to change. Richard Omona, the man who I mentioned in my very first blog, advocates for the rights of PWDs by sharing his experience of having a disability as a result of polio. His voice is able to facilitate understanding through empathy by informing people about the challenges a person with a disability routinely faces.

    Acholi elders, cultural leaders & village council members of Pabwo learning about persons with disabilities.

    Acholi elders, cultural leaders & village council members of Pabwo learning about persons with disabilities.

     

    The G.D.P.U. is strategically advocating to specific stakeholders essential for facilitating social change. Such groups include Acholi elders, cultural leaders & village council members, Parents of children with disabilities, Service providers and Learning institutions. The positive benefits of these awareness and advocacy presentations are evident through the closing remarks of Opyio Andrew, Parish Chief of the Pabwo region. After hearing the presentation by members of the GDPU Opyio made a plea to other cultural and council leaders in Pabwo to “advocate and create awareness about PWDs so that persons with disabilities can feel loved and less isolated knowing that their community cares about them”. Furthermore, he publicized that “when you are in love with a person you need to stand by them, even if they have a disability”. He concluded by saying that the presentation will help people in Pabwo to strongly consider accessibility issues when constructing homes, toilets and schools in the future.

    Parish Chief Opyio Andrew telling his community of Pabwo about the importance of PWDs

    Parish Chief Opyio Andrew telling his community of Pabwo about the importance of PWDs

    On the road to social change you must first know where you are going. The GDPU is providing Northern Uganda with the directions to this road through creating understanding by awareness and advocacy. Moreover, the GDPU are empowering PWDs and giving them the opportunity to tell their story to the community.

    Giving a voice to the voiceless can do amazing things

    Until the next blog,

    APWOYO MATEK (thank you) and peace

    Dane

    Next Blog Topic: To be determined shortly

    (On a side note I was able to accidently provide comic relief during one of the presentation when the topic of discrimination against albinism came up. One of the Acholi elders did not know what an Albino looked like. What transpired next can only be described as wave of 30 Acholi elders’ heads turning to me in unison followed by what might be possibly the longest silence next to accidently passing wind in front of a date for the first time. I gave an awkward circular wave and said in very broken Acholi, “something like me I guess”, which was met by a roar of laughter and applause.)

  • WEST BANK PALESTINIANS ENDURE CHECKPOINTS TO ENTER JERUSALEM DURING RAMADAN

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    *An earlier version of this post was first published by the Alternative Information Center on August 13th, 2012.

     

    Soldiers check women's IDs at Qalandia Checkpoint, Friday 10 August 2012
    Soldiers check women’s IDs at Qalandia Checkpoint, Friday 10 August 2012

     

    During the Holy Month of Ramadan, West Bank identity card holders except for ‘dangerous populations’: women and men between the age of 12 and 40, are allowed to go to Jerusalem for the day in order to pray at al Aqsa Mosque.

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  • BACK IN SONARGAON – ONE MONTH LEFT IN BANGLADESH

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    The most frustrating thing about writing this blog post is that I feel like I’ve accomplished next to nothing over the past few weeks. Yes, the initial foot issues and my unexpected appendicitis were out of my control. Yes, I had to take some time to heal and recover. The problem is that, and I hate making excuses, this whole series of events really threw me off my routine and has really stressed me out. I was fortunate to have the people around that I did though, to make the whole ordeal much easier. I seem to have recovered from the surgery with no complications, though I’m still having some problems with my foot. I’m back in Sonargaon now but trying to rest the foot for a couple of days and hoping it heals. If it’s not better soon, I’ll head back to Dhaka to get checked on again. It’s nice to be back in Sonargaon but still frustrating to not really be able to move around without worrying about causing permanent damage to my foot.

    I have barely a month left in Bangladesh and I have a lot to do before I leave. I’ll be careful with my foot and everything else but I refuse to let the events of the past few weeks ruin what I came to accomplish here. Shahed knows we are on a time crunch too and the best approach will just be planning carefully what needs to be done over the next few weeks and using our time effectively. My time in Dhaka made it easy to lose myself in movies, books, and mindless web browsing, and while I certainly appreciate taking it easy for a bit, it’s time to get back to work.

    Unfortunately upon returning to Sonargaon, I was hit with bad news immediately. The night that we returned, we learned that Mayadip Island’s residents had witnessed more of the island falling into the river and a group of them took boats out to the sand dredgers (boats that perform the illegal sand extraction) to confront the criminals and plead with them to stop destroying their island. I’m still waiting for more details from Shahed, though he’s been very busy these past few days, but the end result was violence. Some of the sand extractors attacked the villagers with fists and weapons and five of them ended up in a local hospital. The next morning we visited the victims in the hospital and while most of them looked pretty bad, it seemed they’d recover and most of the injuries weren’t too serious or life threatening. One man was attacked with a weapon and had the front of his head split, and had to receive stitches. He was in pretty bad shape and has since been transferred to a bigger hospital in the Narayanganj district capital. Shahed has filed reports with the police and we’re hoping that at least some justice will be served. Problems with corruption in the legal system don’t leave much room for hope though, unfortunately.

    Shahed has informed me that a journalist from Dhaka is coming to Sonargaon next week to do a short piece of Subornogram Foundation’s work so I should be able to get some good photos, videos and material from that. In the meanwhile I’ve got a lot of video editing to catch up on, as well as interviews for profiles and other miscellaneous work. My apologies if there’s a lack of substance in this blog post, just wanted to get something up to keep people updated. I have a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it in. Awesome photos, videos, blog posts and more to come. Attached below are pics from the hospital visit. Thanks for reading!

     

    Mayadip Island Victims
    Mayadip Island Victims

     

     

    Mayadip Island Victims
    Mayadip Island Victims

     

     

    Mayadip Island Victims
    Mayadip Island Victims

     

    Also, just wanted to give a big shout out and thanks to Shahed, Frisca, Adam, Dr. Solomon at the U.S. Embassy and the medical staff at both United and Appolo hospitals in Dhaka! And of course thanks to all my friends, family and the Advocacy Project staff for your kind words and support during the past few weeks.

  • B’SALAMA AIN LEUH

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    I leave Ain Leuh tomorrow. After eight weeks in Morocco, my time in the field as a Peace Fellow with The Advocacy Project is over.

    My role in Ain Leuh was to facilitate online purchases and to generate interest in the cooperative’s work. I also aimed to lay the groundwork for future volunteers through The Advocacy Project.

    To facilitate online purchases, I overhauled the existing website and provided basic computer literacy training. The site includes translations into Arabic, French, German and Spanish, and now features a photo and description of each full-time artisan, their products, a form to place orders and will include a short video of their processes.

    To generate interest in the cooperative’s work, I created content on the cooperative in a number of different places. Be sure to check out their Facebook pageFlickr site, and short videos (available once I return home and have high-speed internet again!).

    The artisans of the cooperative also were excited to participate in creating an Advocacy Quilt. Ten women produced a panel featuring traditional Amazigh design motifs. The panels will be connected by a quilting guild in the United States to create one large tapestry for a three-month exhibition at the Human Rights Institute at Kean University, New Jersey with other Advocacy Quilts from around the world.

    This summer has been one of great personal growth. I’ve learned how to shoot and edit simple videos and photos, update a website, and utilize social networking sites like Facebook and twitter for a cause.

    More than this, though, I’ve come to understand more about Moroccan Amazigh culture. Throughout my volunteer period, I lived with Khadija Oujkak, the cooperative’s treasurer. I am thankful to her for her patience and willingness to share with me her immense body of knowledge. She introduced me to each woman at the cooperative and made sure I was completely involved in the cooperative’s activities.

    Thanks to her and the women of the cooperative, I was able to improve my Moroccan dialect, learn some key Tamazight words, understand the importance of weavings to Amazigh culture and document traditional motifs used in Amazigh weavings.

    I was invited into their homes and they shared their lives with me. I met their husbands, children, and in many cases, their extended families. I broke the Ramdan fast with them, celebrated a birth and a circumcision, mourned at a funeral, attended a birthday party and countless lunches. Each day I spent at the cooperative felt like time spen with friends as I got to know them and understand what was important to them.

    Thank you so much to each woman of the Cooperative des Tisseuses d’Ain Leuh for their support and patience, and for welcoming me in as a part of the family.

     

  • OLD FRIENDS, STRANGE LOOKS AND AN AMAZING ACHOLI FAMILY: BACK IN GULU BABY

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    Old friends, strange looks and an amazing Acholi family: Back in Gulu Baby!

    My apologies for the delay in posting my first blog since I have arrived in Uganda, the electrical power in Gulu has been as unreliable and unpredictable as Oprah’s weight.  I now offer my apologies to those reading this who may be devout Oprah fans.

    However, I digress…

    I have arrived in Uganda! Amidst a possible Ebola outbreak, threats from the terrorist group Al-shabaab over Olympic gatherings and an upset stomach from some questionable airplane food I am in great spirits!

    I met my very good friend Alfred at the airport in Entebbe and I can only describe our reuniting together as something you see in the movies. Laughing, hugging, even a slow motion running montage to ‘chariots of fire’ (A much happier scene than the Israeli hostage situation that took place in the very same airport over 3 decades ago with Dictator Ida Amin).

    Alfred, his lovely wife Alice and their hilarious son Boniface are part of my amazing Acholi family that I am staying with in Northern Uganda during my Peace Fellowship. I met Alice last year through a teacher program I was involved with and when she found out I was coming back to Gulu she welcomed me to her home like I was one of her own family. Alice is a strong and compassionate who has become my Acholi mother. To do the incredible experience of staying with this family justice I will dedicate an entire bonus blog to them in the next few weeks!

    M Acholi family, Alice, Aflred & Boniface

    M Acholi family, Alice, Aflred & Boniface

    It has also been great seeing many of the Acholi friends I made last year, especially from the Gulu Disabled Persons Union. The culture is extremely welcoming and receptive towards visitors.  Once you have made a friend in Gulu you have made a friend for life. What works out well for me is how polite and considerate the Acholi are. Whenever something remotely unpleasant happens you will be greeted with a sea of the most sincere condolences you will ever hear. For example, I was walking through town at night with Alfred and I fell in a trench (Night in Gulu = total darkness for foreigners). Alfred thought I disappeared like David Blane. By the time we figured out what happened every onlooker within a 30 meter radius was saying sorry to me. As a clumsy individual prone to tripping and walking into things I must say it is great to have my uncoordination praised!

    However despite the consideration and warmth I am also receiving many strange looks. To show my appreciation for Alice’s hospitality I have been contributing to many of the household chores, including washing clothes, fetching water and some basic cooking. Apparently such duties are reserved for women and children. As a result I have been the subject of many furrowed eyebrows from baffled onlookers. Perhaps I can be the Rosa Parks of Gulu with respect to men getting off their butts and do something!  I was even playing a children’s game involving catching a rock with some of my little neighbours that drew much laughter as this game is only played by girls.

    Click this link to open up a quick video I made of the rock game!

    Rock game that Acholi girls play

    Gulu Disabled Persons Union (GDPU)

    I am very excited about my work with the Gulu Disabled Person. After meeting with the chairperson (Onong Simon), the coordinator (Fred) and the program officer (Ojok Patrick) with regards to the needs they are looking to have met it looks like I have my work cut out for me. To facilitate the general creation of human rights for persons with disabilities (PWDs) we are looking to build a few accessible toilets in the surrounding parts of the regions where services for PWDs are extremely limited.

    Another issue the GDPU is looking to tackle is to improve the livelihood PWDs. If you have a disability in Northern Uganda equitable opportunities are hard to come by and discrimination is commonplace. As a result PWDs in Northern Uganda are often associated with being the poorest of the poor according to former Gulu M.P. Margaret Baba Diri. Through a scholarship proposal designed to give PWDs equitable educational opportunities that are usually nonexistent we are looking to break the cycle of destitution and discrimination associated with PWDs in Northern Uganda.

    Other projects that I will be working on include the construction of a wheelchair accessible basketball court in the former Internally Displaced Camp (IDP) Pabbo, capacity building with elected village officials with disabilities, expression of PWDs through the artistic construction of a massive scale quilt, telling peoples stories through photography, the written word and video as well as updating ICT support.

    Wheelchair basketball in Gulu has been great for improving the quality of life for PWDs. Hopefully we can do the same in Pabbo!

    Wheelchair basketball in Gulu has been great for improving the quality of life for PWDs. Hopefully we can do the same in Pabbo!

    Wow! It seems that I have a lot of work to do so until the next blog,

    APWOYO MATEK (thank you) and peace,

    Dane

    Next Blog Topic:           Understanding through Advocacy and Awareness: Crucial Steps by PWDs for Social Change

  • An Azerbaijani Story Part I: The Arrests

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    Most of the Azerbaijanis I have met here are political refugees; they came here because their life would be in danger if they had stayed in Iran. The precarious situation of Said Matinpour is a constant reminder of this fact. They were fighting for their rights to language, for freedom of expression, and against racism. The decision to flee your own country, leaving your family, your neighbors, and your friends behind is a hard choice but a necessary one if your life is threatened, and I can only guess that it is probably harder than deciding to risk your life protesting against your own government. Here is the story of one of them:

    Yashar H. was born in 1983 in Maragheh, in the South Azerbaijan province of Iran. His family was part of the middle class, not especially religious; his parents participated in the Iranian revolution. Yashar’s father owned a bike shop. At 13, at the first day of the school year, the professor made the call for the students, when he read the name “Yashar”, he turned to the students and commented: “parents should choose good names for their children. There are many names to choose from, why choose a Turkish name? You must be embarrassed, this name is not familiar to other Iranians”. “Yashar” is indeed a Turkish first name, and more particularly, a famous character of revolutionary stories. Yashar was proud of his name and said so. The discussion ended.

    Students were expected to speak and ask their questions in Persian even if some of them were unfamiliar with that language. They had to learn it one way or another. Those who wouldn’t or who had too many difficulties simply ended expelled of school and denied education. Yashar didn’t understand yet what racism was or entailed, but something obviously wasn’t right.

    When Yashar started university, he knew he wanted to change things, do something. He joined other students who also wanted to bring freedom and democracy to the country but things were not what he expected. These students, future human rights activists, would make racist jokes against him and the other ethnicities – especially Arabs and Turks, and make fun of his Turkish accent when speaking Farsi. He soon realized that the biggest problem of Iran wasn’t the government, but racism.

    Maragheh University was the only university in Iran with a Turkish student union that was allowed by the government so Yashar went to them and started to work. He had a newspaper on cultural events, attended and commented in meetings, raised the issue of the Azerbaijani minority. He organized an event to talk about the issue of ethnicities in Iran. The Iran National Party, a Kurdish professor, engineers and other academics gathered in a panel about ethnic issues at the university. Students came and asked their questions. Everybody participated; the amphitheatre was packed (more than 400 people).  This was highly encouraging so Yashar continued his activities trying to bring more light to this cause.

    On December 12th 2005, an event for the Azerbaijani community was held with different ethnic symbols being represented. The Iranian intelligence service called Yashar’s father and asked him to come to the intelligence office at the university. They wanted him to bring his son. Yashar told his father he didn’t want to go but the intelligence service reassured him that they only wanted to question his son and not arrest him. Eventually, Yashar went and they asked him about his activities but they also threatened him that they will arrest him if he doesn’t stop and accused him of being a spy for foreign governments.

    Yashar didn’t stop his activities. He went on publishing a piece about the environmental disaster that was happening in his area because of a factory pouring its polluted water into the river. He also wrote about the historical sites that were destroyed by the government.

    They arrested Yashar in front of his father’s shop in January 2006.  For two days, they didn’t tell him anything about his situation or showed him any court paper explaining that he had been arrested. As far as Yashar knew, they might have kidnapped him to kill him: “Who are these guys?” Eventually, an Intelligence officer came and accused him of being a spy from England, United States and Israel. They asked the truth from Yashar but the only “truth” they could hear was that he was a spy. They put him in solitary confinement; the cell was about one square meter with only a thin blanket. Nothing else. The constant light prevented him to get sleep. They asked the same questions, accusations thousands of times, repeating themselves relentlessly to put more pressure. They said they had proof that he was a spy, that they had documents. They had recording that supposedly had his voice. It wasn’t his voice.

    They slapped Yashar. The hits were so brutal that he couldn’t hear sometimes. It could have been much worse though, but Yashar had friends out there, contacts, he knew the media and threatened to tell everyone what would happen to him. If they did bad things, everybody would know. If they did nice things, he would tell that too. Because of that, they were reasonably polite with Yashar. But they kept asking the same questions over and over again, pressuring him, exhausting him, interrogating him at night. They even accused him of using Internet to divulge secret information about Iran to the Pentagon.

    The torture was also psychological, except from the constant flickering light, lack of fresh air and basic comfort, there was nothing in this cell. Nothing but a blanket and.

    When Yashar was arrested – or one could argue: kidnapped – he stopped eating to protest against this unfair situation. He hadn’t done anything wrong and all his activities were legal since he had permission from the University. His hunger strike lasted 9 days, he couldn’t see clearly anymore and his health was deteriorating. That’s when they transferred him to Tabriz and changed their interrogation methods. He wasn’t called a spy anymore so he stopped his hunger strike. They asked him about his articles and Yashar recognized he had written and published them. They let him go for a bail of 80 000$. To pay for it, his father signed a document saying that their house would go to the government if Yashar didn’t stop his activities.

    However, several months later, the racist cartoons were published in an Iranian newspaper. Yashar was back at Maragheh University to finish his degree but the insult was too much. Students were too angry and they started a petition and held manifestations twice. 4 000 students went to the first one, 5 000 to the second one. People were protesting, uprising against the situation. Of courses, arrests ensued. At 5 am, the Intelligence service came and arrested Yashar and 8 of his friends. They were sent to Tabriz and interrogated about the Tabriz protests which they had nothing to do with. When the Intelligence service realized that, they released and arrested them again as they were coming out of the prison. That arrest was for Maragheh’s manifestations.

    They were put in prison with criminals, drug traffickers, and common thugs. Yashar tried to get in touch with a famous Iranian human rights lawyer but with no success. As an Azerbaijani, he was considered a separatist and not worth the time. Again, he was discriminated.

    During his stay in jail, Yashar was interrogated, slapped, punched. He got his nose broken but his situation wasn’t nearly as bad as others. Because of his media connections, he was fairly safe, considering. Some of the others political prisoners were whipped with cables and weren’t able to walk, or even go to the bathroom anymore.

    Yashar was in prison for 52 days. He had missed his final exams and he knew he wouldn’t be able to finish his studies. The bail was set at 30 000$ so Yashar’s parents sold the house and Yashar’s father signed a paper saying that he would go to jail if his son ever leaves the country. The judges gave Yashar a one-year parole sentence.

    Next: Part II: Escaping Iran

  • RIVERBOAT BEATING

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    I heard a faint scream and tried to convince myself I didn’t hear anything. Then I thought about all of the women in my life who have riddled off that statement about men doing nothing when they hear a women screaming, and how people are more likely to respond to someone yelling fire than to respond to the cries of a woman. I heard it again. I was taking the ferry from Barisal to Dhaka and two rooms over a man was beating his wife. I came out of my room to try and do something. I was amazed at the crowd of men staring at the woman being beaten, none of them doing a thing besides watching. It was 12:30 in the morning.

    Her dark black hair was matted to the back of her head with blood. I pulled them apart and yelled at the group of men, hoping one would know English. One did, he was a dentist and I asked him to translate for me. I was yelling commands to separate the two and to get me a first aid kit. My arms were covered in blood. My wilderness first responder training finally seemed to revealing itself as a practical financial decision.

    It was clear the woman had a serious head injury and was responding to it with all normal signs and symptoms. She was combative, vomited, had close to no pulse, couldn’t tell me what happened, where she was, or what time it was, and her pupils were not responding. Her husband had fractured her skull. When I looked at it, I made an effort not to palpate too firmly as I was scared to do damage. Her skull was not in tact.

    I was quickly reminded of the cultural differences when there was no effort made to refrain the husband. Besides what I had done with my attempt to separate the two, He commanded the group of men watching. I asked that she lay in recovery position while the man responsible for her fractured skull attempted to help. I grabbed his shirt and clenched a ball of it in my hands and pulled him out of the room, then pushed him back into the crowed of onlookers. His face looked pathetic. I could have seriously hurt that man had I not been so focused on helping the woman.

    I took her vitals and called a doctor from the U.S embassy for advice. The husband became jealous when the crowd of spectators started going against his word and agreeing with mine. They tried to tell him that I was helping. This part of the story is hard to tell… I was very disappointed. The husband made me leave. I physically resisted the husband and asked for help from the rest of the men standing around and nothing was done. They said it is their culture… If they do something they could be blamed. I said I didn’t care and they could blame me if they wanted to but I wanted to help. The doctor from the embassy said the woman would have about an hour to live if her pupils didn’t respond and she didn’t get to the hospital. Her pupils weren’t responding and I could do nothing. We had three hours left on the ferry before we reached Dhaka and the ferry boat captain wasn’t willing to call for a boat to meet us, call the police, or have an ambulance there waiting. Again, his response was that he could do nothing.

    Everyone told me they could do nothing. I was furious. I asked how the men would feel if the severely injured woman in the room was their sister, daughter, or mother. Hearing this the men looked ashamed, but still did nothing. They said it was up to the husband to ask for help, call the police, or decide if she even went to the hospital. They were telling me that a man could fracture a women’s skull and still be responsible for the decisions she made to get help.

    I stayed up all night standing outside their room. People became angry with me and told me it was none of my business. I responded with a look I’m pretty sure is universal for “I don’t give a #4%! what you think!”.

    In the end nothing was done. No police were called, no ambulance met us at the dock, just an uncle called and a barley conscious women in the room her husband beat her in. I knocked on the door and confronted the husband one last time before I left the boat. The woman was holding her head. In the end I had no effect and no power over the situation.  The husband looked like the most pathetic and scared man I have ever seen in my life. It is almost impossible for me to accept that I had to give that man so much power in that situation.

    The women in this country have next to no rights. The men have no history in confronting bad men and the responsibility is passed on to a greater authority. There is no one, or very few, willing to take action against bad men. Those men were cowards. I was devastated.

  • LGBTI IN GOMA, DRC

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    You may have heard about the guerilla warfare near Goma, DRC.

    This warfare has been covered by CNNBBC NewsAljazeera, and many other news sources.

    Despite the increased coverage and genuine urgency surrounding the fighting, if you ask a local in Goma about the battle, this is the response you will get:

    C’est seulement la guerre. (English Translation: It’s only the war).

    In Goma, there’s poverty, corruptioninternally displaced persons facing choleraHIV/AIDS, unemployment, a multitude of discriminationlack of infrastructure, and the list goes on. A battle between rebel forces approximately 20km away is too distant of a concern. Within Goma, everyday life is a battle all its own.

    Goma, DRC

    This past weekend, a fellow coworker and I went to visit IPHR’s partner organization in Goma. This partner organization is called LiCoProMa (Ligue Congolais pour laProtection des Personnes Vulnérables et Marginalisés) (English Translation: Congolese League for the Protection of Vulnerable and Marginalized Persons).

    – About LiCoProMa –

    LiCoProMa works with youth, pygmies, people with albinism, people with disabilities, and the LGBTI (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Intersex) community in and around Goma. LiCoProMa’s specific mission is to ensure that members of these vulnerable and marginalized communities can practice their right to live free from targeted discrimination and injustice.

    Within the LGBTI community, LiCoProMa provides a space where people are accepted, where they can exchange knowledge that is not found elsewhere in society, and where they can mobilize and learn how to actively stand up for their rights.* In the future, LiCoProMa hopes to also open a community center where it can begin providing trainings for LGBTI members on entrepreneurship, financial stability, and the importance of personal acceptance.**

    While in Goma, Amani (my coworker) and I sat down with three members of the LGBTI community who are working with LiCoProMa to stop the brutal discrimination of LGBTI members in DRC.

    – Barbara, Carine, and Franck –

    Barbara is a 28 year old hairdresser in Goma who is transgender. She has been open about her sexual orientation since the age of 14 and has consequently faced much discrimination. For example, Barbara recently opened a restaurant on festival grounds (this festival is only open for about a month during the school holidays). During these past few weeks, Barbara has been chased away from her restaurant because she is attracted to men. Two pictures of her have also been posted on Goma’s Wall of Shame (hosted by a local radio TV show, this wall displays all that is considered to be terrible about Goma – including mangled dogs, street beatings, political corruption, etc.).

    Barbara is an educated woman with a modest dream of one day working in an office. But, as things are now, this dream will never be realized. Because Barbara is something that society refuses to accept, her ability to live her dream and to be a valuable contribution to Goma’s community is forbidden.

    Barbara in front of her restaurant that she was chased away from just days before.

    Carine is a lesbian. She also owns a restaurant on festival grounds. Just last week, a local attacked her with a glass bottle, shattering it on her hand and leaving deep wounds.

    Franck also identifies as transgender and is attracted to men. As we talk, her listless body lacks any sort of strength or hope for the future.  Like Barbara, Franck too is very well educated. She wants to be a teacher in Goma, but she knows this is not a possibility. She has tried time and again to use her education to educate others, but no one will hire her. She is transgender and, therefore, perceived as an outcast without any societal value to offer.

    The type of discrimination and violence endured by Barbara, Carine, and Franck is common. In fact, just a few days ago one of their dear friends was branded (with hot iron) for being gay. The word branded on this man’s back: “Pédé” (English Translation: “Fag”).

    – Discrimination in Society –

     According to the members of LiCoProMa, there are approximately 3000 self-identifying LGBTI members in Goma that they are aware of. No one talks about alternative sexual orientation though – not even most of those who self-identify as something other than heterosexual. Instead, they hide themselves, internally trying to reconcile who they are with who society forbids them to be.

    Sexual orientations other than heterosexual are taboo in Goma. If you live in Goma and want to survive, not only can you not be LGBT or I (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender or Intersex), but you also cannot associate with anyone who is LGBT or I. According to the members of LiCoProMa, ex-patriots (many of whom come from countries that respect the human rights of all persons) are told that if they are seen associating with a gay person, they can be sentenced to two years in prison.

    Overlap between the warfare and discrimination against the LGBTI community does exist.  In fact, according to members of LiCoProMa, neighbors have threatened that, if the warfare enters Goma and all measures of social accountability are withdrawn, then they will kill those identifying as LGBT or I before the soldiers can reach them.

    LiCoProMa itself has also endured severe backlash for its work with the LGBTI community. Just last month, its office was burned down.

    – Prohibition on Personal Growth –

     In addition to the blatant discrimination against the LGBTI community and its supporters in Goma, another severe concern is Goma’s prohibition on the education of LGBTI issues. Because society persecutes anyone who is not “normal” (read: heterosexual), education on other types of sexual orientation is nonexistent. And, thus, those with characteristics falling outside the stringent parameters of heterosexuality are left defenseless and confused.

    Imagine having feelings that no one in society will address or will even acknowledge to exist. Imagine the isolation you would feel and the confusion over how to deal with these feelings. Imagine the struggle, desperation and self-torture you would experience over who you are.

    This discrimination in Goma against LGBTI members is not only demonstrated through external, brutal violence. This discrimination extends well into a person’s soul – mutilating one’s sense of truth and stunting one’s personal growth.

    Left to Right: Nadia – a Leader of LiCoProMa, Carine (see her right hand), and me

    – The Wall of Shame –

     During our meeting with the Barbara, Carine, and Franck, crowds surreptitiously began to fill the restaurant stalls beside of us – possibly spying in quest of knowing what a white person is doing talking to LGBTI members. Furthermore, as we left the festival area, some Congolese having a drink at a nearby table stopped us to ask how we liked the photos posted on the Wall of Shame (mentioned above).

    I didn’t respond. However, if I could go back in time, I would have told these Congolese people that, in many ways, I think the Wall of Shame is very good. It shows that people are keenly aware of their community and the injustices present in it. However, I would also tell them that, in many ways, the Wall of Shame is a destructive abomination and catalyst of injustice. It goes beyond constructively promoting better human welfare to lacerating human life.

    And, specifically regarding the photos of Barbara that are posted on the Wall of Shame, I would emphasize this to the inquisitive individuals:

    Human rights are human rights. Every individual belonging to the homo sapien species is entitled to the right to live one’s life in a manner that does not thwart another from doing so.

    *Human rights here are defined as the right to live one’s life as one chooses and in a manner that does not inflict serious harm on another person or prevent another  person from pursuing their own life path.

    ** The realization of LiCoProMa’s future goals is dependent on financial means and support. If you would like more information about LiCoProMa and/or how you can help, please email me at mminter@advocacynet.org

  • MORE FREE LEGAL ADVICE

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    This week, IPHR’s Yves volunteered his free legal advice to residents in Kibilizi, Rwanda.

    Yves provided free advice on various issues ranging from the legal registration of children to delayed court executions.

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    Kibilizi - Getting Ready to Receive Free Legal Advice
    Kibilizi – Getting Ready to Receive Free Legal Advice

     

     

    Kibilizi - Free Legal Advice
    Kibilizi – Free Legal Advice

     

     

    Kibilizi - Waiting to Receive Free Legal Advice
    Kibilizi – Waiting to Receive Free Legal Advice

     

     

    Kibilizi - Pausing for a Photo while Waiting to Receive Free Legal Advice
    Kibilizi – Pausing for a Photo while Waiting to Receive Free Legal Advice
  • OLD AND YOUNG, AT THE SAME TIME

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    I’ve discussed the Santa Teresa women’s group before, and while I’ve hinted at their attributes, I’ve never come right out and said it: these six women are amazing. While in the first meeting they were quiet and reserved, and I was convinced they did not like me, by the second meeting I learned the truth: these women were just as shy as I am. As we laughed about embroidery mishaps, reviewed photos and began their interviews for a movie I am making (check back for it soon!), these women not so slowly crept into my heart, each for unique reasons.

    I marvel at the way that, at 19, Paulina is leading a group of six women, a few almost double her age.

     

    Paulina
    Paulina

     

    (Click on any of the pictures to see more photos from my Fellowship!)

    I appreciate the way Carmen can take all the razzing she received from the women for her embroidery skills, and laugh at herself.

     

    Carmen
    Carmen

     

    I will forever be grateful for Lorrainia’s enthusiasm. Despite it being the first time she would embroider, Lorrainia was the second to volunteer for the project, and was the first to volunteer to have her interview done (something all the women were dreading, but were enjoying by the end).

     

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    Lorrainia

     

     

    Rosaria has a way of making you feel comfortable, of asking you questions, and is genuinely interested in learning more. And she has a laugh that could put a smile on the face of even the most melancholy person.

     

    Rosaria
    Rosaria

     

    Thomasa is a quiet leader, helping the women with embroidery, asking the right questions, and urging her daughter to become involved.

     

    Thomasa
    Thomasa

     

    And then there’s Juanita. Juanita has held an extra special place in my heart since that first meeting. Because Juanita? She came off as a little aloof, and definitely not too pleased to be doing embroidery. I instantly pegged her as a kindred spirit…I would be feeling the same trepidation if I was her, in fact, I already was. And that peg was right on, I later learned that Juanita managed to sew her hand multiple times during this project, something I totally would have done. 

     

    Juanita
    Juanita

     

    All of these women, while presenting a stoic exterior, have souls that keep me buzzing with excitement hours after I meet with them. In the last couple of weeks, they have made me feel so young, and so old at the same time. Talking to a 23 year old with two daughters (five and three years old), or a 36 year old with seven children, peppered with questions from all the women about my lack of husband and children, I feel young. In a lot of ways, these women are old beyond their years. Old with experience. Old with knowledge. Old with families. But then, when talking to them about my studies and my travels, I also feel old. When discussing these topics, these women, many who have never traveled further than 1.5 hours from home, seem so young.

    That, to me, is one of the values of the women’s group and the work I am doing this summer. This group is an opportunity for these women to increase their experiences, to gain new knowledge, to meet new people, and to share their story and talents. I hope that by sharing a bit of my story, and by giving them a forum to demonstrate their talents, I’ve expanded these women’s lives, even if it is in the smallest of ways. I know I’ve learned a lot from these women, expanding my catalog of experiences. And my heart, well, it just continues to grow.

    When I left my second meeting, the women were thanking me in the most heartfelt manner. As I drove out of Santa Teresa, I struggled to see for what these women were thanking me. And then it hit me. Everyone has a story to tell, and these women were happy that someone was taking the time to help share theirs. Storytelling, even if it is as basic as your name and what you cook, can be an important thing. Because that shared story can help mark your place in life.

  • A Day in the Life of a Peace Fellow

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    What do  I do everyday?  This is a very difficult question to answer because my daily activities vary from day to day.  However, here’s a quick description of what a typical Monday looks like:

    6:30am- I hear the sound of chickens squawking and I know it’s time for me to get up, but I roll over giving myself an additional 30 minutes to rest.

    7:00am- Finally wake up to fetch water for bathing.

    7:40am- Eat breakfast with my host family. It’s usually bread with butter and jam.  After breakfast, I make sure that my water containers are full and “filtered”.

    8:35am- I finish putting myself together and walk to the office, which is less than 2 minutes from my house.  On my way to the office, I make sure to greet the family goat(s).  Last week, one of the goats had a baby, which was big news for my host family.

    9:00am- I meet with Stella and Santos to go over our objectives for the week.

    2:00pm- Lunch time! Since my office is located in a school compound, the school chef cooks for the staff at Gideon Foundation. At lunch, some of the faculty members at the school attempt to teach me Ateso. I’m happy to say that after two months in Soroti, I can put together a sentence in Ateso. 🙂

    5:00pm- I head back home but on my way home, I go to the local market to buy Chapatis.

    8:30pm- Supper is served by my 18 years old host sister. After eating, the family and I talk about politics, diseases and Nigerian movies.  It’s interesting to find out that even in remote parts like Soroti people are very well informed about world events than some people back at home.

    10:00pm- I take another bucket bath and try to cool off before heading to bed.

    On the weekends, I try to keep myself busy and active. I’ve put together a video clip to show what my weekends normally looks like.  Enjoy!

    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltZkfNnSeFk&feature=youtu.be

     

  • BORDER CROSSINGS

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    Yesterday, I may have missed the opportunity of a lifetime.

    The figure rocked back and forth on his feet, supported his old frame with hands to his thighs as he bent down on his knees and finally prostrated eastward. I watched while he remained completely internal, focused on his inward dialogue. Or, whatever occurs in a state of prayer – how would I know?

    My mistake was to keep walking.

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  • CAMPAIGNS AND NETWORKING

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    Networking has become quite the buzzword in today’s globalized world. As a graduate student soon to be back in the job market, I am constantly reminded of the importance of networking. This word is the ‘bread and butter’ of the modern job search process, and a necessary survival tactic in an increasingly interconnected job market.

    As an organization, VIKALP has done a lot of networking throughout the years. This has been a wonderful way for Vikalp to build its constituency and spread its message, thereby helping to transform the culture of Gujarat. The following is a list of some of the major campaigns that Vikalp has been involved in, demonstrating the scope of their work.

    Violence against women

    During the tribal celebration of Holi in 2005, Vikalp set up booths in the tribal villages to share information on the Domestic Violence Act of 2005. Vikalp also organized a street play to promote awareness of this issue. The play brought to light the widespread cultural belief in witchcraft. In many parts of India, women who are seen as deviating from the rigid gender norms are often declared to be witches, resulting in abuse, violence, and not infrequently, murder. Through this street play, Vikalp helped to foster a public discussion of this terrible practice.

    Vikalp is also a member of the Aman Network. Aman means ‘peace’, and this network is a nationwide association of organizations that works to stop violence against women. Click on any of the photos below to link to Vikalp’s set on the AP flickr site!

     

    Domestic Violence Street Play
    Domestic Violence Street Play

     

    Alternative housing for the poor

    After local slums were demolished in 2005, Vikalp held a campaign for alternative housing for the poor. The demolition occurred because the slums were accused of causing flooding. The slums were destroyed without notice. In addition, the municipal cooperation had passed a resolution stating that when slums were demolished, alternative housing would be provided to the slums’ residents. This did not happen, however, so Vikalp protested along with other social justice organizations. As part of the protest, Vikalp collected ration cards and electricity bills to prove how long the residents of the slums had lived there. The organization also filed a case with a local lawyer. The case was won and the government built new housing for the residents of the slums.

    Occupational health hazards

    During an initiative to help single women in 1999, Indira noticed an increase in the number of women who were coming to Vikalp for help in claiming widow’s compensation. After investigating the issue further, Vikalp discovered that the deceased husbands of these widows had all worked in a factory that processed silica stones in Godhra. They had developed severe respiratory problems from this work, which was thought to be the cause of death.

    Vikalp was able to prove that these men were contracting silicosis from the silica in the factories. The state government, however, claimed that these men were dying from tuberculosis. Vikalp then decided to file a public interest litigation (PIL) with the Gujarati High Court so that the state would investigate the cause of death in these miners. After the investigation, the state confirmed that the men were in fact contracting silicosis. Vikalp then worked to educate the workers on the occupational health hazards of working in these factories.

    HIV/AIDS project and campaign

    Vikalp’s work in the tribal villages of rural Gujarat brought light to the fact that there was a high prevalence of sexually transmitted infections (STIs) in rural and tribal areas. Because HIV/AIDS prevention is such a high priority for the Indian government, the government of Gujarat selected Vikalp to administer an HIV/AIDS project in these areas. This project involved research on the health of men who have sex with men (MSM) and sex workers.

    Vikalp also participated in a government HIV/AIDS campaign. Reliance, a large company in India that runs everything from a major grocery store chain to an internet and cell phone service provider, received a contract from the Gujarat state government to do HIV/AIDS training with the state’s police forces. Reliance hired Vikalp to do one such training on HIV/AIDS, sexuality, and gender.

     

    Distributing information on HIV/AIDS, women's rights, human rights, and other health related topics.
    Distributing information on HIV/AIDS, women’s rights, human rights, and other health related topics.

     

    Gujarat Social Forum 2005

    The Gujarat Social Forum of 2005 was held in Ahmedabad. Vikalp organized sexuality training for attendees of this forum, which marked the first time that issues of gender and sexuality were represented at this event. The Gujarat Social Forum stemmed from the establishment of the World Social Forum and various national level social forums that had taken place in recent years.

    Immoral Traffic [Prevention] Amendment Bill 2006

    The Immoral Traffic [Prevention] Amendment Bill (ITPA) of 2006 criminalizes the trafficking of persons for any purpose. While Vikalp agrees that trafficking should be illegal, the organization also believes that this bill criminalizes prostitution. To defend the rights of those who choose to participate in sex work, Vikalp took part in a campaign in collaboration with national level organizations to oppose this bill. Vikalp believes that separate bills should be created, one for the prevention of trafficking and one legalizing sex work, so that the rights of sex workers are protected while human traffickers are criminalized.

     

    Sex worker demonstration
    Sex worker demonstration

     

    Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code

    Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code (IPC) litigates against “carnal intercourse against the order of nature”. While not explicitly mentioning homosexual behavior, this section indirectly criminalizes homosexual relations, and has been used to this extent. However, this section has also been used to litigate against the sexual abuse of children, since the IPC has no other law addressing this crime.

    The Naz Foundation, a Delhi-based nonprofit organization whose mission is to prevent the spread of HIV and AIDS, filed a public interest litigation (PIL) against section 377 of the IPC in 2001. They argued that section 377 violated articles 14, 15, and 21 of the Indian Constitution. In 2009, the Delhi High Court upheld the Naz Foundation’s claim, ruling that section 377 of the IPC is unconstitutional and discriminatory towards homosexual acts between consenting adults in private. This case has advanced to the Indian Supreme Court, but a decision has yet to be made.

    Vikalp is a member of the Forum for reading down Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code due to the fact that this section criminalizes homosexual behavior. However, Vikalp believes that, as homosexual relationships are decriminalized, child and animal abuse must be explicitly criminalized.

  • COMPUTER LITERACY IN AIN LEUH

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    One of the main tasks I’ve been working toward this summer has been to overhaul the cooperative’s website into one where customers can learn about their processes and traditional designs, meet the artisans and browse and purchase their products. Ideally, customers will be able to order weavings by completing an order form online and have them shipped directly to them from Ain Leuh.

    The cooperative already has a payment and shipping process in place through Western Union and the post office. All customers who have placed special orders in the past, however, have come in person to the cooperative. The cooperative has yet to process an order completely via the internet, and there are a few obstacles the members must overcome before online sales can be a sustainable process.

    Traditionally, women begin weaving full-time at an early age, usually around 12 or 13 after finishing elementary school or dropping out entirely. No current member of the cooperative has an education higher than the US equivalent of 5th grade, many not even that. This makes navigating the internet a challenge.

    Once a week I’ve sat with members of the cooperative at an internet cafe to go through the basics of computer literacy. The first major difficulty the women face after learning the computer components and how to use a mouse is typing. While almost everyone is familiar and comfortable with the Arabic alphabet, Latin script, that is, the French or English alphabet, is a new concept. To be able to even hunt-and-peck for letters requires the knowledge of what an “a” or “q” looks like capitalized on the keyboard.

    Taking and uploading pictures of new products to the website is an intimidating process. Steps that seem intuitive to me, like saving a page after making edits, are steps easily forgotten for someone who was not raised with computers.

    I have about one week left in Ain Leuh. Unfortunately, I don’t expect any member of the cooperative to be able to take pictures of new products, write a small descriptions of them using Google translate, post them online, and then be able to read and respond to orders sent via email. One cooperative member’s educated daughter was recently sent home from her work in Syria, and has agreed to temporarily take over this work once I leave.

    The cooperative would benefit greatly from regular training specifically on aspects of the internet they need to respond to online orders: a perfect project for a future volunteer with The Advocacy Project. The women here are motivated and excited to learn ways to increase sales and promote their business. It is just a matter of finding someone to show them how.

  • “ALL MEN ARE THE SAME”: HOW DO THE MEN FACTOR INTO THE SOLUTION?

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    “The mothers all look so young here”, observed WRRP Advocacy Officer Dushala Adhikari during a walk we took on our first day in Surkhet together.  Glad I am not the only person who thinks so.

    Dushala Adhikari, Advocacy Officer, WRRP, on a Walk in Surkhet

    Dushala Adhikari, Advocacy Officer, WRRP, on a Walk in Surkhet

    After a week and a half in Kathmandu to digest my fieldwork in Lahan, I have now returned to Surkhet District of Nepal for my second visit to this WRRP working area.  Thinking back to my first few days in Surkhet in June, I realize that while things in Surkhet are comfortably the same, I am now changed.  After two months of immersing myself in Nepal and WRRP’s work, I now view my surroundings with a heightened focus on the status of women and a fierce commitment to fighting against child marriage.

    A View of Surkhet

    A View of Birendranagar Municipality in Surkhet

    Thanks to Dushala’s fearless yet approachable nature and stellar connections, we hit the ground running in Surkhet.  After a meeting with the District Health Officer, with whom Dushala has worked previously, Dushala stopped a tiny, teenaged-looking woman with one young child on her back and another by her side to ask for directions as to how we might be able to avoid a flooded portion of the main road.

    I stood silently by for a length of time which I thought only to be long enough for the Nepali speakers to discuss our path around the flood and engage in some casual small talk.  As we parted ways from the tiny, local woman, Dushala informed me that she had extracted that the woman was 21 years old, had married at the age of 13 or 14, and had developed uterine prolapse after giving birth to her first child at the age of 18.  Oh yes, and we now had plans for the next day to visit this woman’s home and speak with her some more.

    “Do you know that woman?”, I asked Dushala in baffled amazement.

    “Not before today.”  Dushala explained that this woman had just looked so young to be carrying around two children so she started asking some questions.  Excellent; I’m sticking with Dushala.

    The next day, I started the meeting with our new friend, Renu*, with much excitement: child marriageuterine prolapse, everything that I am focusing on just falling into my lap!

    I finished the meeting, however, with a nauseating pit growing in my stomach and anger swelling in my chest.  Renu had so much more to tell us than a tale of familial pressure to marry early and a prolapsed uterus.  Renu’s husband may or may not be the devil incarnate.  Renu’s husband is abusive toward her.  Regularly.  Humiliatingly.  Physically, sexually, emotionally.  On one occasion, triggered by Renu visiting with a friend of a caste that was “beneath” them, Renu’s husband repeatedly kicked her – in the face, making her nose bleed – took her to the toilet and made her eat his feces, and “violated her many times”.

    For this violence, Renu’s husband spent one day in jail, released upon the penning of his signature to the tune of “I won’t do it again”.

    Renu, 21, Surkhet

    Renu, 21, Surkhet

    “I know what are the causes of my uterine prolapse”, Renu said to Dushala and me.  “I married early, I had a child early, and many times, including as soon as the third day after giving birth to my first child, my husband would come home drunk and forcefully have sex with me.”  Yeparoo.

    Renu told us that she has thought about leaving her husband, but that she never wants to get married again: “all men are the same”, she declared.

    Renu, 21, with her two young children

    Renu, 21, with her two young children

    I do not think that all men are the same, and maybe neither does Renu – then again, given her experience, maybe she does – however, it has been my observation that, quite apart from engaging in physical violence against women, a significant number of men in Nepal lack sensitivity to women’s issues and gender injustices.  I do not mean to men-bash – I love men, I have enjoyed meeting many men in Nepal, I work with some terrific men employed by WRRP.  But just yesterday I learned the Nepali word “joitinjre”, which is a derogatory term for a man who supports his wife – a term meant to imply that a man has lost his male-ness and thus lowered himself to the status of women.

    Many of the women who have suffered from uterine prolapse with whom I have spoken have told me that they do not feel that they can talk to their husbands about their problems, that their husbands do not want them to use ring pessaries because it interferes with their comfort during sex, that their husbands don’t want them to visit the health center or undergo prolapse surgery… and on and on as such.

    While in Lahan, I discussed this issue with Karuna Kunwar, the psychologist who led a psychosocial analysis training for WRRP’s Uterine Prolapse Campaigners.  Karuna told me that, although couples rarely seek her assistance for the purpose of sorting out sexual issues, such issues almost always surface.  “Many men simply do not know how to respect women’s bodies, and many women have no idea how to go about getting such respect”, Karuna said.

    We desperately need to educate men and boys – not only specifically about thecauses and consequences of uterine prolapse, but also more generally about gender justice and women’s rights.  It needs to be done in a deliberate manner.  And we need to do it in such a way that men and boys embrace these concepts, understanding the benefits that they themselves and their families and communities will thereafter derive.

    Educating the men has to be more than informing husbands that their wives should not carry heavy loads during pregnancy, and must go deeper to instill the sense in males of all ages, castes, wealth, and experience that women and girls are just as equal and valuable citizens as men and boys.

    One of the saddest moments for both Dushala and me during our meeting with Renu was while saying our goodbyes when her three-year-old son begged to come with us, two strangers, including one white-skinned foreigner.  As pointed a sign of an unhappy and unhealthy home as there could be.

    *Name has been changed to protect identity.

  • CO-OP AND QUILTS

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    Quilters
    Quilters

     

    This week I tried to get a better grasp on how the women feel about their position in their communities. I explored why the women weren’t eating with us and how it was that they would eat after the men. I was pleased to find out that the women actually hold food back for themselves and eat together. In extreme situations when the family is really poor the women will offer the food to the men so that they have more energy to work and earn money. What appeared to me to be an appalling practice at first is actually one based in love and reason. I think that could be said about most things that are foreign and misunderstood. You go into it with your perceptions and come out the other end of the machine in a different shape seeing the same situation from a new perspective. The appalling becomes normal, accepted, and more than you initially thought.

    I have been working with one group of women this past week making the quilt for the Advocacy Project. The Advocacy Project exhibits the quilts and uses the money earned to put back into my host organization. I asked the group of quilters if they would like to work independently of their husbands and they all want to. They explained that they just need to jump around a few issues to get them there. They already know how they are going to make the leaps if given the opportunity.

    First hurdle: They need more capital so they’ll take out a loan (if BERDO can provide them with one).

    Second hurdle: They need to be able to take care of their babies, so they’ll work in shifts. Some women taking care of the babies while the others do the work of the co-operative.

    Third hurdle: Rather than work inside their home they would create a space for all the women to go and set up their sewing machines so that the men wouldn’t be worried about them doing “illegal Things”. They could work outside of the home, In their own space.

    Finish line: a group of 20 women running their own co-operative with a self elected leader: Stronger, more confident, independent women.

     

     

    BERDO borrowers
    BERDO borrowers

     

    All of the women in the quilting group are in marriages that were arranged. This is the norm. When I was speaking with Saidul’s daughter, a well educated, driven, woman with confidence and ambitious goals, she told me of her preference of having an arranged marriage. She thinks it works better. Arranged marriage: becomes normal, accepted, and more than I  initially thought. It works, and not just for men. Or so a women has told me…

    One last thing! Here is a picture of my landlord in Barisal. I’ve never met her husband and I’m pretty sure she runs the show.  She is an incredible confident, capable women. She also has a loan with BERDO…

     

    Land Lord
    Land Lord

     

  • A BEDTIME STORY

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    The Creation of IPHR

     A bedtime story that inspires and reignites a passion for life*

    November 2001. School work continues to grow more intense as students anxiously anticipate their upcoming inter-semester break.

    Elvis Mbembe Binda, Yves Sezirahiga, Raymond Ngamage, Paulin Muhozi, and Tom Mulisa have just begun their first year of Law School at the National University of Rwanda. As classes march on, these soon-to-be IPHR leaders frequently find themselves involved in intense debate.

    “What is the meaning of justice?”

    “How do you enforce due process?”

    “What is peace?”

    These are just a few of the questions ardently discussed by the lawyers-in-training.

    In order to ensure that these debates are fully exploited, Elvis, Yves, Raymond, Paulin, Tom, and others decide it’s best to move the discussion from the classroom to the common room.

    Every other week, these inquisitive students get together and talk. Their talks span a range of topics — from human rights to peace to democracy. Every member has his/her own opinion on the issue being debated. This safe space allows each student to both express their thoughts and to learn from their fellow classmates – classmates who will one day work together within Rwanda’s legal forces to promote the realization of justice in East Africa.

    – Phase 1: TPD –

    As time passes, the student discussion group grows larger and larger, incorporating many students from surrounding countries such as the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). The group grows so large, in fact, that it has to be officially registered as a student organization by the National University of Rwanda. And so, Tous pour la Paix et le Developpement (TPD) (English translation: All for Peace and Development) is created.

    After just being established, TPD quickly begins to thrive. Local leaders and university lecturers frequent the meetings, making presentations and leading discussions. However, with the inclusion of more students and professor-led presentations, TPD somehow begins to change. It no longer focuses on human rights as it once had in the past.

    In response, the to-be-members of IPHR search for another outlet to discuss human rights. They begin a partnership with Rwanda United Nations Association(RUNA), which lets them use RUNA as a platform for informally organizing any event they feel to be relevant.

    – Phase 2: FECS –

    As the end of their four-year long Law Program nears, students began making arrangements to move out. Some are headed to Kigali and others to DRC or Burundi. However, despite the ever-present pull of diverging life paths, the members of the student discussion group are not ready to sever their ties. Thus, Forum d’Echanges pour la Cohesion Social (FECS) (English translation: Exchange Forum for Social Cohesion) is born.

    FECS creates a platform where young adults in Burundi, DRC, and Rwanda can share their experiences about peace. And, because of the region’s ongoing recovery from The Great War of Africa (which involved nine African countries — Zimbabwe, Angola, Chad, Sudan, Namibia, DRC, Rwanda, Uganda, and Burundi), the platform proves very relevant and readily accepted.  However, like TPD, FECS also quickly begins to part from its focus on human rights, leaving a void to be filled.

    – Phase 3: IPHR –

    In 2007, Initiatives for Peace and Human Rights (IPHR) is formally established by the Nyarugenge district. Four years later, IPHR also receives government authorization to operate as an International Non-Government Organization (INGO).

    As has (hopefully) been clearly communicated in past blog posts, IPHR is a human-rights focused non-profit with a  mission:  “To equip communities and individuals living in Africa’s Great Lakes Region with the Human Rights knowledge and Good Governance skills needed to build a global culture of peace.”

    In order to accomplish this mission, IPHR actively provides free legal defense tovulnerable populations, offers free education on human rights, and provides basic training to local leaders on the principles of good governance.

    The idea is to create a system of accountability – one where citizens in Africa’s Great Lakes Region are educated enough to insist upon legal defense of their rights and where local leaders are trained on how to properly uphold the law.

    – Phase 4: The Future –

    IPHR has big dreams for the future.

    IPHR hopes to organize a Youth Camp where it will teach youth ages 20 and below on how to solve conflict without the use of violence. Using this Youth Camp as a spring board, IPHR also hopes to establish peace clubs in secondary schools.

    In addition to training youth on non-violent conflict resolution, IPHR is currently working to establish a Mobile Legal Aid Clinic. This Mobile Legal Aid Clinic will provide advice to poor individuals living in rural areas – individuals who otherwise would not have the means to gain access to legal advice or defense.

    A Mediation Center is also high on IPHR’s list of priorities. This center will allow citizens to solve their own disputes with the guide of a mediator and the legal authority of a court judgment. Additional positive side effects of establishing a Mediation Center include both a reduction in the backlog of cases awaiting court trial and faster dispute settlements — which correlates with happier, more productive citizens.

    – Phase 3.5: Getting to Phase 4–

    Of course, in order to accomplish these visions, IPHR needs help.

    Specifically, IPHR needs three things: MoneyVolunteers, and Partnerships.

    At present, IPHR does not have a central office nor does it have any paid staff. All members of IPHR work pro-bono. However, to really get IPHR on its feet and working at full capacity, it needs an office in which to get organized and at least two permanent staff members to handle daily administration needs and follow-up on projects. IPHR also needs money to buy a car for transportation in order to transform the much needed Mobile Legal Aid Clinic from idea into reality.

    In addition to money, IPHR need volunteers. IPHR needs willing souls with large hearts who have some expertise to offer in law, human rights, conflict resolution, communications, organizational development, and/or technology. IPHR needs international ambassadors that will help them promote their cause so that they can effectively implement their mission.

    Lastly, IPHR needs partnerships. IPHR knows there is a great deal of strength in relationships – both personal and professional (though, let’s be honest, in human rights work that which is professional is also most personal). Thus, IPHR needs other organizations that it can team up with and that will, together, work towards a future defined by justice and peaceful coexistence.

    – How to Help –

    If you would like to help IPHR increase its capacity by donating money, please do so by selecting this link. At the bottom of the page you will find a Donate Button with a yellow box positioned to the left of it. Within the yellow box, please enter any amount you would like to donate. Once you feel comfortable with your donation sum, please select the Donate Button and follow the proceeding directions. All money submitted through this mechanism will go straight to IPHR.

    Furthermore, if you would like to volunteer or partner with IPHR, please feel free to send an email to me (mminter@advocacynet.org) or to info@iphr-ipdh.org (or both!). We will be happy to respond to your email as soon as possible.

    –Photo Flashbacks –

    IPHR Then: Founding members of IPHR, circa 2002

    IPHR Now:  Founding members of IPHR, circa 2012

    Elvis, Paulin, Raymond, Yves, and Tom (from top-left to bottom-right)

    Founding Members Elvis, Paulin, Raymond, Yves, and Tom (from top-left to bottom-right)

    * This blog entry is entirely based on fact, although some sort of artistic license has been taken regarding the story’s composition. Actually, I wanted to add an element of love to make this post all the more captivating, but that would have been a complete fabrication and I decided it best to uphold the integrity of history.

  • APPENDICITIS IN BANGLADESH – AN INTERESTING WEEK

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    Matt in the Hospital
    Matt in the Hospital

     

    Often when friends or acquaintances ask me what I want to do in the long term, I half-jokingly tell them my plan is to live a life that is so exciting and interesting, that when I’m older, I can write a book about it and at least a few million people will want to read it. Jokes aside, that’s my retirement plan. It seems the universe has recently had a few things in mind to keep my life interesting and dramatic enough to allow me to continue to work towards this goal. Now, for the record, I’m not saying I live the most exciting life. I know of many people who are much more fearless, more adventurous, crazier, more fun and more creative and have stories that make mine look downright plain. That being said, a reasonable amount of people tend to like to follow where life takes me and seem to enjoy reading about my experiences. I always appreciate having supporters and dare I say “fans”, and I do my best to keep things interesting and entertaining.

    Things I can now check off my list of life experiences: emergency appendicitis surgery in Bangladesh.

    I never thought I’d be able to say that but here I am, still in my hospital bed in Dhaka, waiting to be discharged after about a week of pain, trauma, drama, cute but sometimes cold nurses, skinnier than I’ve been in years, trying to find the right mixture of words to describe the whole experience. To those who’ve followed the drama on Facebook, much of this will be repeated but I’ll include some of the details I left out over the course of the week. After finally having recovered from my foot trauma last week, I found myself suffering from some mild stomach pains. Dismissing them as hunger pains from not having consumed much the day before, I ate what I could find in my friend’s fridge and hoped it would go away. The pain increased, feeling like I had a small sharp rock in my side. Unable to finish dinner, I went to bed hoping to feel better in the morning. After a night of sweating repetitively and feeling the stomach pain increase steadily, a visit to the nearest hospital seemed like the best course of action.

    Continuing (August 1st, 2012)

    Arriving at a nearby private hospital, the first two doctors I consulted with agreed that it seemed like appendicitis. X-rays, CT scans, blood tests, etc. and that remained the diagnosis. Thanks to my good friend and the other Bangladesh Peace Fellow Adam Kruse, I was able to get in contact with the U.S. embassy doctor, who recommended that I get a second opinion and treatment if necessary from another hospital he was more familiar with. After some time spent trying to get myself discharged, I managed to get out of the hospital and catch a ride, courtesy of my friend Frisca, to the other hospital. At Apollo Hospital, the surgeon and his consultant both agreed that it was appendicitis and that the best course of action was to operate. Trusting the word of Doc Solomon from the U.S. embassy, and getting a good feeling from these surgeons, I agreed to proceed. I vaguely remember being wheeled into surgery and being assured by the anesthesiologist that he would “make my pain disappear”. Next thing I know, I woke up in an unfamiliar room, groggy and in a lot of pain. When I finally regained what seemed like full consciousness, the doctors visited me and let me know that my appendix had been infected and gangrenous, and had burst before they could remove it, but that the surgery had went well and now we just had to wait for signs of infection.

    The next five to six days consisted of a lot of pain, a lot of lying in a hospital bed struggling to talk with Frisca and Adam, and the various nurses and doctors who visited me seemingly every hour. I was poked with multiple needles, IVs, took various medications and had my temperature, pulse and blood pressure checked about a million times while I recovered. My first trip to the bathroom unassisted resulted in me blacking out and smacking my head on the floor. Frisca and Adam kept me entertained as much as possible and I slowly managed to start eating and drinking again, while the medical staff confirmed that there was no infection and I should be able to leave the hospital in a few days.

    I can’t really recall much worth going into any more detail over but just wanted to get a summary up of what happened over the past week or so, and then get myself back to my writing, picture taking and other work. I’m staying with Frisca again, trying to regain my strength and recover. I have to go back to the hospital in a couple of days to check in with the cardiologist and make sure my incisions are healing well. Hopefully if things go well with the doc, I’ll be able to head back to Sonargaon soon and get back to work. More to come, thanks for reading!

    Edit: Also just wanted to add a big thank you to Karin Orr at Advocacy Project for being supportive and communicative through this whole ordeal. And thank you to my friends and family who’ve been kind enough to offer support and love via emails, Facebook and Skype. I’m very fortunate to know some awesome people. :)

  • A TYPICAL DAY AT THE COOPERATIVE

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    We are two weeks into the Islamic holy month of Ramadan. As a general rule, all Moroccans in Morocco are Muslim, so all of Ain Leuh and every member of the cooperative is celebrating Ramadan. This means observing a daily fast from dawn until dusk, over 12 hours during the heat of the day without food or water. Most people don’t even brush their teeth, to prevent any possible foreign substance from being swallowed. I am not Muslim, but I also fast most days. Since I am living with a Moroccan family, it is just easier to do as they do.

    Work still continues on at the cooperative despite the heat and abstinence from food and water. I wake up at 8:30am and walk up the steep flights of stairs with Khadija to the cooperative while the rest of Ain Leuh is still asleep. Most members of the cooperative are already there by the time we arrive and are working at their looms.

     

    Full looms at the cooperative during Ramadan
    Full looms at the cooperative during Ramadan

     

     

    Weighing yarn to be used in a special-order pile rug
    Weighing yarn to be used in a special-order pile rug

     

    The women take a break at 12:30 to pray the duhr, the noon prayer.

    During this time, I’m busy doing my own work. I have been getting to know each woman at the cooperative and am writing a few paragraphs on each one and photographing them at work. I’ve also been working on overhauling the website, created a Facebook page, have been teaching a few women how to take photos of their work, and showing them how to upload them onto the sites.

     

    Today, we dyed some wool.

     

    The women work with surprising productivity despite the fast, but lose steam in the afternoon and head home around 3 or 4pm.

     

    After work, I pick a few items up at the market. Once a week on Sunday, the very popular fish vendor from Rabat comes to Ain Leuh to sell seafood, a luxury item here in the middle of the mountains.

     

    Ain Leuh's Sunday fish vendors
    Ain Leuh’s Sunday fish vendors

     

     

    Work doesn’t end once we return home from the cooperative. Before dusk Khadija is busy preparing the food to break the fast after the asr, the afternoon prayer at 4:30pm. She grates vegetable for salads, cuts fruit for jams, makes harira, a thick, tangy tomato-based soup and kneads dough for homemade bread and pastries.

     

    Homemade Bread - A Moroccan staple
    Homemade Bread – A Moroccan staple

     

     

    Traditionally, the fast is broken with a glass of milk, a few dates, and a cup of harira after the mugrub, the dusk prayer at 7:30pm. Most families get into the holiday spirit, though, and a typical Ramadan table can include two or three different types of breads, shbekia, fried dough soaked in honey, boiled eggs, fresh juices, coffee, tea, olives, cheese, butter and honey.

     

    The night prayer, the asha, is called around 9:30pm. I like to sit on the front steps in the cool evening air and watch the men and women of Ain Leuh slowly make their way to the only mosque in town. Because of her bad leg, Khadija takes 30 minutes to pray the asr in her living room.

     

    The rest of the evening is spent visiting with friends and neighbors or relaxing in front of the television. There are a number of serials put on especially for Ramadan that are absolutely mandatory for the members of the cooperative.  A small dinner is eaten at 1:00am, although I am usually already asleep by then. Khadija then has about two more hours of sleep after the dawn prayer, fjr, before she must get up and make her way to work again.

  • “THE ARAB WITH A CAMEL, IN AN ALI-BABA DRESS”: WHAT ISRAELI SCHOOLBOOKS SAY ABOUT PALESTINIANS

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    “Why do Palestinians teach their children to hate?” “Give two reasons why Israeli girls should not hang out with Arabs.” Palestinians/Arabs are primitive farmers who hate modernization.

    All these rhetorical statements and many others are taught to Israeli children in their schoolbooks. They are only few examples of the Israeli racist discourse and the institutionalization of racist representations of Palestinians. In my opinion, such accounts on Palestinians dehumanize them and aim at misleading Israelis and brainwashing them.

    I heard about this big issue when I attended a lecture by Prof.Ilan Pappe and Nurit Peled-Elhanan, in the educational bookshop in Jerusalem. Ilan Pappe is a prominent Israeli historian who has been examining and rewriting the history of the creation of Israel. One of his most important books is The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, in which he argues that Israel forced the indigenous people to leave Palestine, contrary to the myth that the Palestinian population left of their own.

     

    Ilan Pappe (source: Google images)
    Ilan Pappe (source: Google images)

     

    Nurit Peled-Elhanan, an Israeli professor at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem has also criticized Israel by highlighting the prominent propaganda and ideology in Israeli textbooks. Her book is called Palestine in Israeli School Books: Ideology and Propaganda in Education. 

     

    Ilan Pappe and Nurit Peled-Elhanan at the educational bookshop in Jerusalem
    Ilan Pappe and Nurit Peled-Elhanan at the educational bookshop in Jerusalem

     

    As Nurit explained, Palestinians are only represented in Israeli textbooks as “Arabs” and “terrorists” who constitute “a constant threat” and “a demographic nightmare” to Israel. Unlike Israelis who are equated to white people, Palestinians are depicted as “primitive farmers” who have no cultural heritage. Moreover, Palestinians, pictured with donkeys, are said to constitute an ecological and environmental problem. In the geography book, students learn that Palestinians in the West Bank steal water from Israel. However, in reality, Israeli settlers in the West Bank consume 70 times more water than Palestinians, who consume only ¼ of the amount of water they need!

    Not only is there a big issue of representation, but there is also false geographical information. According to Nurit, all maps are “lying maps and distorted ones,” in which one can’t find Palestinian villages, such as Nazareth and Acre.

     

    By Carlos Latuff
    By Carlos Latuff

     

    The important question is WHY. Why are Palestinians represented in such a racist and orientalist way in Israeli schoolbooks?

    One of Israel’s biggest concerns is to attain a Jewish majority. Hence, there is an ongoing demographic war between Palestinians and Israelis. To get this majority, Israelis have to fight very hard and that’s why their major goal is to create good soldiers (through these schoolbooks). The role of these soldiers is not only to fight to maintain security but also to humiliate Palestinians and drive them out of the country. As Nurit has said, “Israelis are really educated to worship death, to sacrifice themselves for the country”.

    Anyone who comes to Palestine will easily notice the consequences of such educational system on the way Israeli soldiers treat Palestinians. My own experience at Qalandiya checkpoint-that I cross to get from Ramallah to Jerusalem- is also indicative. Many claim that checkpoints were established to maintain the security of Israelis. However, one sees another reality when passing the Qalandiya checkpoint.  The purpose of these checkpoints is to humiliate Palestinians and make their lives more difficult. I waited yesterday 30 minutes at the checkpoint because a little girl didn’t have a permit to go to Jerusalem and was not able to understand the soldier who was speaking with her in Hebrew.

     

    At Qalandiya checkpoint
    At Qalandiya checkpoint

     

    It usually takes me about 40 minutes (minimum) waiting on the checkpoint. So the overall travel from Ramallah to Jerusalem takes about 2 hours, although it should normally take no longer than 45 minutes.

     

    The wall near Qalandiya checkpoint
    The wall near Qalandiya checkpoint

     

    I believe that this issue is very important because education in schools is a significant factor in forming the new generation. So, if Israeli students are brainwashed and keep learning wrong information about Palestinians, this will highly affect the relation between the two populations and the possibility of making peace in the near future.

  • PERSONAL PROFILE: KAMJIBHAI LALUBHAI

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    During one of my field visits to Tilakwada, I had the opportunity to interview a stakeholder of the Mahila Panch women’s court. This stakeholder, a man by the name of Kamjibhai Lalubhai, is a resident of Narmada District in Gujarat, and is the father of Jelly, one of the judges of the Mahila Panch women’s court. I know what many of you are thinking. How can a man be a stakeholder of a women’s court? Isn’t the purpose of the women’s courts to promote and protect the rights of women?

    While this is true, men are allowed, and encouraged, to bring cases to the women’s courts. After all, much of the discrimination that women face in western India is due to the patriarchal structure of the society and culture. In order to transform this culture, men must be involved. And of course, men can also be discriminated against and abused, which must be addressed. Click on any of the photos below to link to my AP flickr set!

     

    Kamjibhai Lalubhai (left) and Indira Pathak (right) at Kamjibhai's home.
    Kamjibhai Lalubhai (left) and Indira Pathak (right) at Kamjibhai’s home.

     

    Now back to Kamjibhai Lalubhai. In 2005, Kamjibhai filed a court case against his neighbor, after his neighbor attempted to steal some of Kamjibhai’s land. In an act known as land grabbing, his neighbor had moved the fence between their yards so that part of Kamjibhai’s land was on the neighbor’s side. This theft followed the passing of a 2005 law stating that all land owners had to have their land measured. Kamjibhai’s neighbor intended to expand the boundaries of his land before the official government measurements took place. Had his neighbor gotten away with it, Kamjibhai would have had a difficult time fighting the case after the land had been measured because this new land record would replace the old record.

     

    Kamjibhai (right) and his daughter Jelly (left), one of the judges of the Mahila Panch women's court.
    Kamjibhai (right) and his daughter Jelly (left), one of the judges of the Mahila Panch women’s court.

     

    However, Kamjibhai took swift action, with the support of the Mahila Panch women’s court. Kamjibhai’s daughter, Jelly, is a Mahila Panch judge, so he went to the women’s court for legal advice. With their help, Kamjibhai filed a theft case with the state government. He won his case in the state court, and his neighbor was ordered to return the land that he had stolen.

     

    Kamjibhai Lalubhai's land.
    Kamjibhai Lalubhai’s land.

     

    While the court ruling was a victory for Kamjibhai, justice was delayed due to a lack of enforcement by the government. Legal enforcement is a common problem in India, as it is in many countries. As I mentioned in a previous blog entry, the Indian constitution looks great on paper. Women have the right to inherit land, the right to not marry, and all of the same rights as men. However, few, if any, of these rights are strictly enforced. Just as Vikalp’s women’s courts were established to ensure that women had access to their constitutional rights, Mahila Panch made sure that the verdict of Kamjibhai’s case was upheld. Members of the court took action when the state government did not, demonstrating the integral role that the women’s courts play in defending human rights and social justice in Gujarat.

    Hear Kamjibhai discuss the land grabbing case in his own words in the following short video interview.

     

  • TOEING THE LINE: CONEJO DAMAGE ASSESSMENT

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    The morning after our explosive community meeting, I woke to light filtering through the windows of the same one-room wooden building that hosted the meeting. Excited for the day, I jumped/rolled out of my hammock and mosquito net, looking anything but graceful in the process. Surprisingly, this wouldn’t be my least graceful move of the day.

     

    Home sweet home
    Home sweet home

     

     

    It was the day of the assessment, and by all accounts, we had a full day ahead of us. I’d be joining private consultant Paul Walker, SATIIM Park Rangers, village leaders, and the international interns to trudge through the jungle of Conejo and the Sarstoon Temash National Park to assess the damage caused by the 3-mile long, 8-foot wide seismic line that U.S. Capital Energy cut. While the illegal line had been discovered before exploratory drilling began, damage had been done, and we were going to document the damage in the event that Conejo decides to request reparations.

    And so, at 7:30 in the morning (we delayed our departure to allow the rivers and streams to reduce in volume from the night’s rain), our rag tag, machete wielding, rainboot wearing group set out, complete with a gunman in case of croc attacks. We had been told it would be a 45-minute walk just to make it to the seismic line, where our work would really begin. That 45-minute walk turned into a 2.5 hour walk, as we trudged up muddy, manure-y, suction-y hills, carefully choosing each step to avoid losing a boot to the mud forever (my least graceful moments of the day), slugged through waist- high swamp water, and tiptoed across submerged logs serving as make-shift bridges through the flooded rivers, allowing us a waist-deep walk rather than a strong swim.

     

     

    Swamp life
    Swamp life

     

    As we continued deeper into the jungle, wading deeper into the water (much of the Sarstoon Temash National Park is a mangrove swamp, and we are in the middle of the wet season), the scenery was mesmerizing. This was easily the deepest jungle I had ever explored. The vegetation, at times, seemed to be closing in on you.

    2.5 hours later, our workday was just starting; we had made it to the seismic line. For the next few hours, we moved slowly along the seismic line, taking note of every plant and tree that had been cut down or trampled when the line was cleared, and recording its purpose.

     

    Thomas identifies a plant
    Thomas identifies a plant

     

    Around 12:30, upon reaching what I can only categorize as full-on swamp, we stopped for a quick lunch to fortify ourselves for the next half of the day. Gone was the dry land we had been walking for the past hour or so. The next half of the day would be a complete swamp slog. And the first part? That would be a knee-deep walk across croc territories until reaching a dark brown, deep river. While one member of the party was off croc spotting, another was cutting a branch to serve as our anchor pole as we walked in waist deep water across a very, very skinny log, and still another was cutting into a wall of green. That would, apparently, be our path.

    Waist-deep in water and nose-deep in sulfur smells, we continued documenting the damage. To the untrained eye, the seismic line, with five months to regenerate, looked no different than a hiking path. Well, a hiking path that has been cut with no regard for the towering trees. To the rangers and community members however, the seismic line was a jagged scar, and the damage was everywhere, from small, medicinal plants, to those same towering trees I noticed.

     

     

    Seismic Line
    Seismic Line

     

    When we reached a point where we could go no further unless we were prepared to swim the rest of the assessment, and knowing we had a 2 hour hike back and no defined path, we decided it was time to return to Conejo. The plan? Follow the creek, necessitating river swims and mud slogs.

    After finally emerging from the jungle ten hours after we departed, I sat on the steps of the town hall, looking out over Conejo and the jungle surrounding it, and my thoughts returned to the meeting from the night before. The jungle and swamp of the Sarstoon Temash National park are breathtaking, beautiful, and unique. I have a hard time imagining that landscape ravaged by an oil company. I also have a hard time telling a suffering community that they shouldn’t pursue a potential means of economic and social advancement. As I sat on those steps, I knew there was no easy answer, and that the problem could not be solved in a day. I also knew however, that while we won’t know the results of the damage assessment for some time, we had done a small part in ensuring that U.S. Capital Energy starts toeing the line.

  • FILLING IN THE CONTEXT OF CONFLICT

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    I know that many friends and family following my blog posts about contemporary Bosnia have, for not fault of their own, little or no context as to what happened in Bosnia in the 1990’s. Growing up going to the best public schools, challenging and progressive high school and high ranking liberal arts college, I knew little about the Balkans before I set foot here 2 years ago. The more I learn, the more I realize how desperately important it is for us all to ask questions about the past, to learn from one another. We cannot sit by and wait for war and despair to come into our own lives. We owe it to ourselves to learn about what happened in Bosnia, what happens in places where power shifts, where peace is shattered and where war tears through modern societies. For it is when we ignore these truths and these stories that we are forced to relive them. Below is as concise of a review as I could make in a short space. Please, if you have any questions on details, or want elaboration, please ASK! Together we can better understand Bosnia and through that better understand ourselves. We are not so different.

    BACKGROUND

    Bosnia is a borderland between worlds, east and west, European and Asian, Islamic and Christian. Bosnia is the geographic meeting ground of the great religions and powers of European history; the empires of Rome, Charlemagne, the Ottomans and the Austro-Hungarians, a meeting place of Western Christianity, Eastern Christianity, Judaism and Islam . This colorful mixture of cultures and histories has all taken place in a country roughly the size of West Virginia. This diversity has been both its blessing and its curse.

    The Bosnian landscape hosts mosques, temples and churches.
    THE BOSNIAN LANDSCAPE HOSTS MOSQUES, TEMPLES AND CHURCHES.

    YUGOSLAVIA

    After World War I, with the collapse of the Austro Hungarian Empire, a new world power emerged in its place, the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes, later renamed Yugoslavia. After World War II, the monarchy became a communist republic under Prime Minister Joseph Bornz Tito, and became what we now know as the Federal People’s Republic of Yugoslavia. Modeled after the Soviet Union, Yugoslavia (meaning land of south slavs) established six socialist republics all collectively governed under the umbrella Yugoslav government. The constituent six Socialist Republics that made up the country were: Bosnia and Herzegovina, Croatia, Macedonia, Montenegro, Slovenia, and Serbia. The capital of Yugoslavia was in Belgrade, Serbia. Each republic had its own sub government, but the Yugoslav identity reigned supreme. Based on the values of Brotherhood and Unity, Tito kept a tight lid on ethnic tensions by strictly minimizing ethnic and religious identity while bolstering the Yugoslav identity. Rather than address and embrace differences, Tito sought to replace all other identities with Yugoslav. Yugoslaiva walked the thin international line between the USSR and the United States and remained a neutral nation in a tense international period. Yugoslavia had the third largest army in the world and hosted the 1984 Olympics in Sarajevo and was, by many accounts, a modern nation. Many today look back on Yugoslavia with fond memories, or “Yugonostalgia”. While it was a strict communist nation, compared to what came after it was paradise. However, after Tito’s death in 1980, the lid on ethnic tensions he had so carefully kept shut began to pry open.

    Map of the Former Yugoslavia highlighting the ethnic diversity of Bosnia-Herzegovina
    Map of the Former Yugoslavia highlighting the ethnic diversity of Bosnia-Herzegovina

     

    BREAKUP OF YUGOSLAVIA:

    When Tito died, his vision of Yugoslavia died with him. Almost instantly the muffled voices of nationalism became louder and louder. Serb president Slobodan Milosovic led the largest nationalist campaign, leading many non-Serbs looking for an exit. Following the fall of communism in the rest of Eastern Europe, each of the republics held multi-party elections in 1990 after  it became clear that Serbian domination attempts and increasingly different levels of democratic standards were becoming increasingly incompatible. Built into the constitution of Yugoslavia, each individual republic had the power to succeed without conflict out of Yugoslavia. In June of 1991, the republic of Slovenia seceded sparking a relatively painless ten day war. Croatia, which declared independence at the same time, faced a tougher exit. Because Croatia has a sizeable Serb minority and a picturesque and lucrative coastline, the Yugoslav National Army (JNA) refused to let it go. A seven month war left some 10,000 dead and 700,000 displaced from their homes. It also introduced the world to the images of Serb lead artillery pounding civilians in towns like Dubrovnik and Vukovar. By late 1991 it was clear that Bosnia, the most multi-ethnic of the Yugoslav republics (43 percent Muslim, 35 percent Orthodox Serb, and 18 percent Roman Catholic Croat), was once again in a contentious territory. If Bosnia remained a republic within the increasingly Serbo-Centric Yugoslavia, Bosnian Serbs would receive preferential political power while the Bosnian Croat and Bosnian Muslims would be marginalized and likely abused under Milosevic’s oppressive rule. However, independence would also place Bosnian Muslims in an especially vulnerable position, not having a parent protector like the Croats with Croatia the Serbs with Yugoslavia. The Bosnian Muslims had to rely on the international community.

    DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE

    START OF WAR

    The seven members of the Bosnian presidency, two Bosnian, two Serbs, two Croats, and one Yugoslav, turned to Europe and the United States for guidance on how to gain independence and avoid bloodshed. Western diplomats instructed Bosnians leadership to offer human rights protections to minorities and state a free and fair independence referendum. In March 1992, they held a referendum on independence in which 99.4 of voters chose to secede from Yugoslavia. However, the two Serb members of the presidency, who were hardliners, determined the vote to be illegal and used it as a means to protest independence. Backed by Milosevic in Belgrade, both Serb nationalists in the presidency resigned and declared their own separate Bosnian Serb state within the borders of old Bosnia. The Serb-Dominated Yugoslav national army teamed up with local Bosnian Serb forces contributing an estimated 80,000 uniformed Serb troops and handed over their entire arsenal to the Bosnian Serb Forces. What was in many ways a death sentence on Bosnian-Muslims, on 25 September 1991, the United Nations Security Council passed Resolution 713 imposing an arms embargo on all of the former-Yugoslavia. While the Bosnian Serbs inherited the lion’s share of the Yugoslav People Army’s arsenal and the Croatian Army could smuggle weapons through its coast, the Bosnian Muslims were left without. That froze in place a gross imbalance of Muslim and Serb military capacity. When the Serbs began a vicious offensive aimed a creating an ethnically homogeneous state, the Muslims were largely defenseless. Merely days after Bosnia’s declaration of Independence, Serb forces besieged the capital of Sarajevo from the surrounding hilltops and held it as such for the next 4 years. Serb, Croat and Bosnian forces along with countless militia groups fought for territorial control. Serb’s quest for a greater Serbia left little room for compromise. No one was left without blame as neighbors turned against neighbors and communities dissolved into chaos for 4 long and bloody years.

    Map of besieged Sarajevo. The Olympic city was completely surrounded by Bosnian Serb forces which rained down thousands of shells a day and constantly bombarded civilians for 4 years.

    Map of besieged Sarajevo. The Olympic city was completely surrounded by Bosnian Serb forces which rained down thousands of shells a day and constantly bombarded civilians for 4 years.

     SREBRENICA

    Ethnic cleansing was not only a side effect of the war, but rather its direct purpose. In Serb’s quest to create a Greater Serbia, all non Serbs needed to be cleansed from the landscape. This occurred through intimidation, violence and genocide. Serb Forces lead a scorched earth campaign across eastern Bosnia, ransacking Bosnian Muslim homes and massacring populations as they went. As a result, in 1992 the UN established a UN Safezone in the town of Srebrenica in eastern Bosnia. Tens of thousands of refugees fled into the safezone of Srebrnica, to take cover and safety. However on July 11th, 1995 the safezone fell into the hands of the Serb forces lead by General Ratko Mladic. With little supplies and no reinforcements, the UN Dutch Batallion sat and watched as 40,000 refugees were turned over to enemy hands. Women and children were bussed away, while men were lead to their deaths. 8,375 men were systematically murdered and buried in mass graves in the surrounding hills. Srebrenica was claimed for greater Serbia.

    Bosnian Serb General Ratko Mladic (right) greets Bosnian Muslim refugees as the Bosnian Serb forces take Srebrenica, all while the UN soldier  watch on

    Bosnian Serb General Ratko Mladic (right) greets Bosnian Muslim refugees as the Bosnian Serb forces take Srebrenica, all while the UN soldier watch on

    PEACE TALKS

    THE DAYTON PEACE ACCORDS

    Srebrenica was the largest single act of genocide in Europe since WWII, and the international community could no longer sit idley by and let the war continue. By 1995, the demand for peace was undeniable, and the international community upped its role in the war. A new injection of international military force was able to curtail the mounting violence and create a space for intervention. The timely combination of weakened fronts, international pressure and generalized war fatigue set the stage for a negotiation of peace. The internationally brokered Dayton Peace Agreement was negotiated by representatives of the ethnic Parties (Croat, Bosniac, and Serb) as well as representatives from the neighboring Republic of Croatia and the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, at US-led talks in Dayton, Ohio, in November 1995. After swift negotiations the, “General Framework Agreement for Peace” officially ended the war on December 14, 1995. The Dayton Peace Accords were engineered to serve both as a cease-fire and a state-building doctrine. The Accords were intended to create short-term peace as well as long-term stability, through the establishment of new political lines and democratic institutions. Bosnia was partitioned into the Republika Srpska (Serb Reupblic) and the Federation( Croat and Bosnian entity). These two entities function as two separate states only held together by a thin veil of a state government. Now 17 years after its signing, Dayton has served to further divide Bosnia along ethnic lines, and has locked Bosnia in a state of diplomatic paralysis. With its one state, two entities, three main ethnicities, four million citizens, and five layers of governance, led by 14 prime ministers and governments, the conflict has left the streets and now is fought throughout the system.

    Once again, the multi-ethnic identity of Bosnia is its definition.  The war lasted just short of 4 years. In total over 2 million people of the total 4 million in the country were displaced from their homes. Between 100,000-200,000 people were killed and virtually no one was left unscathed from this bloody conflict. For now, the surface is calm, but only time will tell if it can remain that way.

    This Bosnian map indicates the casualties estimated from the war

  • FREED FROM THE BURDEN OF UTERINE PROLAPSE: RATNA KHADKA POST-SURGERY

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    Ratna Khadka of Gumi VDC, Surkhet, underwent surgery six months ago to repair her prolapsed uterus after suffering in silence for 24 years.  For almost two and a half decades, Ratna told absolutely no one about her condition, not even her husband.

    Ratna Khadka, Gumi VDC, Surkhet District, Post-Prolapse Surgery

    Ratna Khadka, Gumi VDC, Surkhet District, Post-Prolapse Surgery

    Ratna was one of the first women who introduced me to the stigma that had surrounded uterine prolapse – and still does in many areas – before the introduction of WRRP’s programming.

    At first, Ratna justified her silence because “there was nothing that anyone would have done to help the situation”, but deeper questioning revealed that she had feared the negative responses that she expected from her family and community.  It was not until after WRRP’s Uterine Prolapse Campaigners (or UP Campaigners)started raising awareness in Gumi, that Ratna heard her daughter-in-law one day speaking about symptoms that sounded all-too-familiar.

    Model Couple UP Campaigners of Gumi VDC Bel Bahadur BK and Nirmala BK

    Model Couple UP Campaigners of Gumi VDC Bel Bahadur BK and Nirmala BK

    After summoning the requisite courage, Ratna disclosed her suffering to her daughter-in-law, who connected Ratna with the UP Campaigners in Gumi.  WRRP then coordinated for Ratna to avail herself of the government-funded prolapse surgery being provided in Nepal.

    The most heartbreaking moment of my interview with Ratna for me was when I asked her what she used to do to ease the pain of her prolapsed uterus.  She responded “nothing”; Ratna kept up with her housework and fieldwork during the entire time of her suffering from the condition.  Ratna explained that, “my thinking used to be: there is a limit to the pain and suffering one can take; once it’s reached, that’s the end: death”.  Ratna just thought that she was supposed to endure this pain as part of her life until it killed her.  Impressive, yet devastating.

    Part of my western-wired brain at first screamed: “Why the complacence??  Why didn’t you do something about it?”, but those thoughts are just so off the mark; Nepali women work through discomfort, pain, and subordination in a way that most western women could never.  They should not have to – agreed – but they do not suffer in silence out of complacence, but rather out of strength.

    After spending time with Ratna in her home, I found her to be just one happy soul.  She is quiet, unassuming, and positive.  So positive that, when I asked her about the extent of her formal education, which she told me had lasted a pathetic and arbitrary 15 days, she ended her response by adding, “but I know how to spell my name”.  I mean, why focus on the negatives?

    The Home of Ratna Khadka in Gumi VDC, Surkhet

    The Home of Ratna Khadka in Gumi VDC, Surkhet

    Watch Ratna tell some of her story in her own words in the video below.

  • Child Clubs: is this Wall Street or Main Street?

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    6/29/20012

    Working in international development has taught me one thing and that is no matter how good your plans sound on paper they will always change on the ground. Usually it is because something goes wrong. I am so used to this that if I don’t have at least 2 false starts and 3 “crises” per project, I start to think that the project was not bold enough. Usually these are problems that you expected or situations that you didn’t, they boil down to the project is not working because of x and then you fix X. Here in Nepal I ran into a different type of problem and it is an interesting tale of how things sometime work out.

    The crowd awaits

    BASE is involved in setting up Child Friendly Villages (CFV), the point of these villages is that the families are provided with training and resources to ensure that no child is sent into bonded labour or child labour. One of the main features of these villages is a Child Club. These clubs are supposed to promote children’s rights, independence and creativity. They are for children aged 6-16 and are mainly run by the older members. These clubs help the children participate in the community and give them leadership abilities.

    However, when we visited one village the child club had a different purpose. The child club was running a micro-credit program. For anyone who does not have experience in Micro-finance, let me just put it out there micro-finance is hard. I mean very hard, I once tried to do some micro-enterprise with a group of women, trying to raise chickens for eggs and keep some to feed underweight children and sell the rest; let’s just say it did not make money. For a club with a 14 year old treasurer to be running what appears to be a successful micro-lending program borders on amazing. When I was 14 I couldn’t even manage to keep track of the $10 I had in my wallet every now and again much less a village wide micro-credit program. Yet this is also leads to the question what is the point of the child club?

    The Child Club Brain Trust

    This club is having trouble, because as anyone can tell you when money gets involved things get more complicated. The children find that they are being pressured by the parents, who feel that since they give the children the 5 rupees a meeting to put in the child fund that they are entitled to a say where it should go. The head of the local child committee believes this micro-credit is wonderful and has greatly helped the village members. Yet one would have to ask whether it is still a child club? To the outsider it looks more like a micro-lending program that is run by children and their parents. Is this a good thing? Yes. Is it why a child club was set up? No.

    So the question is what do you do? This is an obstacle in the sense that it is stopping the club from doing what it is supposes to do, but it is not an obstacle in the traditional sense. The question is how you preserve the good that the club does, well changing much of the club activities. Can you just spin the micro-credit program off into something else entirely and start the club from scratch? Will people still have interest in the child club; will there be any funding left for the club activities? How do we get the parents to be supportive, but not overwhelm the club?

    These are the fun problems to have. At BASE there are 23 programs. Problems like these are the ones people hope to get. How does one get those who are motivated to slightly modify their work and create more than 1 successful activity?  The answer is through education, monitoring and ingenuity. It shows though that the work is never done, even the best intentions cause issues and that only through hard work and monitoring can one makes sure all is on track.

  • THE PROBLEM OF POSTAL WORKERS AT PALPOST

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    Last week, I had to translate (to English) two letters submitted by the Union of Workers in Palestinian Postal Services. The letters were written by Imad Tmezi, the youngest trade union representative in Palestine. Imad is the chairman of the youth council at the General Federation of Independent Trade Unions-Palestine  (GFITUP). He is the most active worker I have met so far in the federation.

     

    Imad in Hebron
    Imad in Hebron

     

    Imad, 25 years old, has been working in the post office of his village Idna in Hebron for the past 6 years. I went to Hebron on Saturday to make an interview with him and met other trade unions. Hebron (Al-Khalil) is the largest city in the West Bank. The city is most notable for containing the Sanctuary of Abraham (Al-Haram al-Ibrahimi), which contains the burial sites of prophets Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and their respective wives: Sarah, Rebecca and Leah.

     

    Map of Hebron (source: ScieneDirect)
    Map of Hebron (source: ScieneDirect)

     

     

    The Sanctuary of Abraham
    The Sanctuary of Abraham

     

    Many private postal service companies work in Palestine, such as Wasel, Al-Barq, Aramex, DHL and others. However, PALPOST, where Imad works, is administered by the government. It is supervised by the Palestinian Ministry of Telecommunications and Information Technology–one of the most important ministries of the Palestinian National Authority.

    Palestinian workers in the public sector have many rights that were acknowledged to them through the 1998 civil service law No.4. Since the Palestinian post office is part of the public service, its employees have also the same rights guaranteed by this law after the creation of the Palestinian Authority.

    However many postal workers, like Imad, have been working for a long period without receiving the minimum of their rights as workers in the public sector. The government employs some postal workers on contracts that fall under the labor law that applies to private sector employees. In fact, since 2000, the government began to recruit new staff under unfair and illegal employment systems such as day labor and temporary contracts.

    In addition, the government started using Palestinian Labor Law No. 7 of the year 2000, which is only applicable to the staff of the private sector and to NGOs. Consequently, new postal workers (nearly 200) have been deprived of their employment rights that are guaranteed by the Constitution to public sector employees, such as job stability and retirement.

    Successive governments have tried to solve the problem despite the absence of a union fighting for the rights of these workers. The post’s administration was able to partially solve the problem. It reduced the number of precarious workers to 150 by integrating 50 employees in the public sector. However, this was done over a long period (10 years) of appeals and claims, which witnessed a serious shortage of staff in the post.

     

    Old city post office, Hebron
    Old city post office, Hebron

     

     

     

    Palestinian postmen, West Bank
    Palestinian postmen, West Bank

     

    Therefore, in October 2010, Imad created the Union of Workers in Palestinian Postal Services, which is part of the General Federation of Independent Trade Unions-Palestine (GFITUP).  Imad was elected as the president of the union for two successive years.

    The main goal of Imad is to raise the voice of the 150 postal workers and get their rights. These workers do not have fixed jobs. Some days, they sell stamps, and on other days, they deliver mails or work in the administration of the post. They are paid a fixed salary with no increments, bonuses or allowances for transportation, according to a decision taken in 1999, that has not changed since.

    In 2011, the Palestinian government solved 10 cases only and announced that it was unable to absorb the remaining workers, as public sector employees, due to financial circumstances of the Palestinian Authority.

    The main goal of the letters I translated was to address unions of postal workers around the world to ask for their support. I hope this will end the wage discrimination faced by the 150 postal workers and help them raise their voice and get their rights.

  • MEET MUKAMUHIRE – A FILM

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    Introducing…my first short film!

    This 4-minute film details the work of the Legal Aid Clinic – one of the many venues to which IPHR freely donates its services.

    Specifically, this film captures the story of one woman, Mukamuhire. Here, Mukamuhire explains why she has traveled three days to the Legal Aid Clinic, the situation that brought her there,  and what help she has received. Mukamuhire also tells what she thinks about the idea of a Mobile Legal Aid Clinic – an initiative that IPHR is strongly pursuing and hopes to implement soon, once they have the needed resources.

    This film was shot on location in Butare, Rwanda (or, rather, Huye, Rwanda…depending on the date of the map you are looking at*).  Hopefully it will give you a good idea of the cases that IPHR assists with on a daily basis.

    *Butare was renamed to Huye in 2006 after an administrative reorganization. Many cities in Rwanda also underwent similar name changes.

    PS – TO ALL MY EXPERT FILM-MAKING/FILM-WATCHING FRIENDS: film-making tips are greatly appreciated!! This is not the only film I’ll be making, and I know I have a lot to learn. :)

  • MEET THREE WOMEN OF THE COOPERATIVE DES TISSEUSES D’AIN LEUH

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    Naima Mameri has always enjoyed weaving. She began as a self-taught weaver at 10 years old, when she fashioned herself a loom and tried to replicate the work of her neighbor. Noticing her talent and enthusiasm for the art, this neighbor sat with Naima and showed her the basic techniques of weaving. Young Naima would dream of a pattern for a piece and wake up in the middle of the night to begin weaving. Naima never finished elementary school, instead pursuing her weaving to earn money for her family.

     

    Naima prepares wool to be spun.
    Naima prepares wool to be spun.

     

     

    She moved from Souq al Had, a neighboring town, to Ain Leuh in 2000 when she was married, and officially joined the cooperative in 2002. Her husband, Ghazi, performs in a traditional Middle Atlas music group as a drummer. Amazigh music is an integral part of the Mameri family, and Naima also knows how to sing and play traditional music.

    Naima is the woman in black playing the drum in the video below.

    Naima and Ghazi have two children, Shaima 13, and Fatima Zahra, 10. Fatima Zahra would like to learn how to weave and follow in her mother’s footsteps, but Naima has encouraged Fatma Zahra to continue studying instead. Naima believes that there is not enough economic opportunity in weaving to allow her daughter to become an apprentice. However, Naima still enjoys weaving because it gives her something to do when she is not taking care of her family and home, and is glad to be able to help pay for household expenses.

     

     

    Hashamia Dwerie, born and raised in Ain Leuh, began learning how to weave at the cooperative in 1979 when she was 12 years old, dropping out of elementary school to begin earning an income. She likes to incorporate as many traditional motifs in her weavings as possible, and encourages other women to do so as well. She says that the traditional motifs are not only beautiful, but a way to perpetuate the culture of her ancestors. She patiently sat with me, explaining the meaning and repeating the names of each motif in her work for one of my previous blog posts.

     

    Hashmia and her weaving
    Hashmia and her weaving

     

    Her husband passed away in 2005, so Hashamia now has to support herself and two of her three children by herself. In addition to being one of the master weavers at the cooperative, Hashamia supplements her weaving income with other forms of work. She buys sheared wool at the weekly market for about 25 cents a pound, washes, cleans and spins it to sell at the cooperative for $1.50 a pound. She also works in the fields that surround Ain Leuh. Most recently, she earned 80 dirhams a day, about $9.50 picking cherries, and will work in the apple orchards in the fall.

     

    Hashmia washing wool
    Hashmia washing wool

     

     

     

    Khadija Rachidi, 23 years old, is the youngest member of the cooperative. She began as an apprentice in 2006 at the cooperative after finishing elementary school, and has now been working as a full-fledged member of the cooperative since 2008. Khadija first tried working as a tailor, but was later drawn to the more traditional work of weaving. Khadija is a very talented young weaver, and hopes to enter the annual national traditional arts competition in the fall. She is single and lives with her older sister Jamila, also a weaver at the cooperative, two older brothers, and their parents.

    See Khadija present her lastest weaving below.

  • A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN ADVOCACY PROJECT PEACE FELLOW: VIKALP EDITION

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    When I learned that I had been accepted as a Peace Fellow for The Advocacy Project, I was totally stoked, for a number of reasons. In addition to having the opportunity to do human rights field work in India for the summer, I was going to have a pretty cool title. Peace Fellow. Fellow of Peace. I mean, who doesn’t like peace?

    As I shared the news of my summer plans with family and friends, I began to get a lot of questions. What exactly is a Peace Fellow? What will you be doing? While I did not know all of the details of my summer internship, I answered their questions as best as I could. And if you have been reading my blog, you probably have a pretty good idea of what I have been up to for the past seven weeks. Still, I get questions about what I do during a typical day. In light of that, I have put together a video to give you a sense of what my life has been like this summer.

    So here it is – A Day in the Life of an Advocacy Project Peace Fellow: VIKALP Edition. Enjoy!

  • My visit to the local police station

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    Don’t be fooled by the title. No, I wasn’t arrested. I just decided to embark on a friendly visit to the local police department to inquire more about child sacrifice and their efforts in combatting this issue.

    Despite not having an appointment, I was able to use my persuasive skills to get an interview with Officer Peter Oduko, who is the Community Liaison Officer in the Soroti district.   Officer Oduko is in charge of all the community welfare including any issues related to child sacrifice. During our interview, Officer Oduko was able to answer some of my pending questions and elaborate on the efforts the department is doing  to help sensitize the information of child sacrifice. Nevertheless, Officer Oduko answers to my questions were extremely brief and short. And after the interview, I was even more confused on what the Uganda Police Force (UPF)  are doing to help bring an end to child sacrifice

    Listed below are a few of the questions  I asked Officer Oduko:

    Why does child sacrifice exist in Uganda?

    Child sacrifice is correlated with economic success. The reason why so many Ugandans seek help from witch doctors is simply to achieve financial prosperity. Those who are entrenched in poverty become very desperate and will resort to seeking advice from a witch doctor.

    What are the elements of child sacrifice?

    There are three types of individuals that are involved in child sacrifice. The witchdoctors- these are the main players within the rituals. They are the ones who are responsible for executing the sacrifice rituals. The witch doctors believe that the ancestral spirits talk to them and order them to carry out these rituals in order for them to please the gods. The Agent- these individuals are asked by the witch doctors to abduct a child for sacrifice. They can either be family members, neighbors or even friends of the victim. The agents deal directly with the witch doctors. And lastly, the victims.

    What evidence is needed to prosecute a perpetrator?

    There needs to be proof that a child was murder and the purpose of the murder was for child sacrifice. In order words, for the police to arrest a perpetuator there needs to be evidence such as the militated body parts of the victim.

    Why are children generally targeted for such ritual practices?

    When it comes to witchcraft practices, the purity of a person is considered to be stronger.   Thus, children are targeted more often than adults for ritual practices because children are considered pure to the gods by the witch doctors. Another reason why children are targeted also has to do with the fact that they can be easily lured by the “agents” compare to adults.

    What are the police doing to help combat child sacrifice in the Soroti district?

    The UPF informs the community by sensitizing the information to them by 1) partnering up with the radio station and having radio programs that addresses the issue of child sacrifice.  2) going into the community and holding meetings about child sacrifice. 3) producing articles on child sacrifice which is then distributed within the local community.

    Here’s a short clip from my interview with Officer Oduko:

    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LwPwxa6Qhk&feature=plcp

    The Flag of Uganda by the office

     

    View of Soroti

    Children playing football by the roadside in Soroti

  • THE STORY OF NGUYEN THI CUC

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    Situated only 20 kilometers from what was the demilitarized zone during the American War, Quang Binh suffered more B-52 bombings than any other North Vietnamese province. The area’s lack of buildings older than 35 years testifies to the sweep of devastation inflicted by the US Army’s assault. There are almost no rebuilt buildings that locals can present as examples of damage and repair. The province was obliterated. The houses and storefronts that now line Quang Binh’s streets are new, bearing no memory of armed conflict. Instead the legacy of war in Quang Binh is visible on its population, particularly in rural areas, where amputees, cripples, and Agent Orange survivors live in disproportionately large numbers.

    Among these surviving persons with disabilities (PWDs), stories of loss and tragedy are common. Although poverty and the death of loved ones fill these stories, the PWDs I meet always begin telling me of their lives by recounting how they acquired their disabilities. As if that moment was the fulcrum of their history, the weight of their life story heavy with mangled limbs, missing eyes, and birth deformity.

    Nguyen Thi Cuc began our interview by telling me she remembered the exact moment she lost her left foot. At 7pm on June 10th, 1966, an American missile exploded in the field she worked. She was 10 years old.

    Nguyen Thi Cuc lost her foot in a 1966 US missile attack
    Nguyen Thi Cuc lost her foot in a 1966 US missile attack

     

    Life before losing her foot had not been easy. Her father had been killed in Vietnam’s war with France, leaving Ms. Cuc at the mercy of a stepfather whose verbal and physical abuse forced her to leave her home at age 8 to live with her aunt. “My stepfather beat me everyday before school. He starved me,” Ms. Cuc told me.

    When her aunt left to fight in the American War, Ms. Cuc became homeless. Unable to live with her mother and stepfather, she was forced to support herself farming and completing schoolwork when she found time. Then she was hit by a US missile.

    None of Ms. Cuc’s problems, her homelessness, her poverty, or her family, had stopped her from continuing her formal education. But two years after losing her foot, she finally quit school in the 6th grade. When I asked if the physical demands of simultaneously farming and studying were too much for her disability stricken body, she shook her head no. “It was the insults,” she said. “The other children made me feel ashamed of my foot, so I stopped attending school to avoid them.” Ms. Cuc built a life for herself farming in Quang Binh’s countryside. When not farming, she rarely left her home, living in shame of her disability.

    In spite of their prevalence in the region, PWDs in Quang Binh’s rural villages face social exclusion, often leading them to withdraw from their communities and live as recluses. A common feature in the histories of these PWDs is a period of sorrow immediately following the acquisition of their disability, one of desperate isolation. For some this period lasts years, for others decades.

    Eventually Ms. Cuc married and started a family, which eased her social anxiety and boosted her self-esteem. But by the time she turned 39 years old, her body could no longer perform the arduous labor demanded of farmers. Soon after, her son contracted cancer. Treating the cancer was expensive. When he finally died, Ms. Cuc had spent the entirety of her meagre life savings paying her son’s medical bills.

    “That’s when I decided to open my restaurant,” Ms. Cuc explained to me. “My husband had encouraged me to open it before. After my son died I had no choice. It was the only way I could make money to support my family.”

     

    Ms. Nguyen Thi Cuc prepares greens in her restaurant, Kim Cuc
    Ms. Nguyen Thi Cuc prepares greens in her restaurant, Kim Cuc

     

    When Ms. Cuc first encountered AEPD, her restaurant was just one of many cheap food stalls along Highway 1 competing for the business of drivers on their way north or south. Her restaurant’s profits barely provided her a subsistence income. “If I wanted to buy a new shirt, I needed to sell an extra bowl of rice that day. I never had more money than what I immediately needed. AEPD’s support changed my life.”

    AEPD outreach workers, themselves landmine survivors, convinced Ms. Cuc to attend a series of trainings on how to improve her business. These trainings taught business management skills, teaching participants how to make their businesses more competitive. After successfully completing the trainings, Ms. Cuc received a grant from AEPD that allowed her to purchase better chairs and a gas stove for her restaurant. “The stove allows me to serve twice as many people as before,” she said. “And the trainings convinced me to invest in better noodles and give discounts to regular customers.” Ms. Cuc claims that AEPD’s suggestions and financial support have led to a 50% increase in business, allowing her to save some of her income and finally provide an amount of financial security to her family.

     

    Nguyen Thi Cuc in front of her restaurant, Kim Cuc
    Nguyen Thi Cuc in front of her restaurant, Kim Cuc

     

    With the success of her business, Ms. Cuc has become active in the local PWD self-help group set up by AEPD. As a successful business woman, she provides guidance and shares her experiences with other PWDs starting their own businesses. “It makes me happy to help them,” she told me. “And being in the group makes me feel supported.” Ms. Cuc explained that after hard decades of shame and seclusion, this support is invaluable.

    When I asked Ms. Cuc if she thought Vietnamese culture is becoming more accepting and supportive of persons with disabilities, she nodded in assent. “Yes. Look at me with my own restaurant. And look at AEPD. They are an example of that change.”

  • BOSFAM FASHION SHOW

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    Girls model the newest fashions from BOSFAM
    Girls model the newest fashions from BOSFAM

     

    BOSFAM hosted a fashion show to showcase the beautiful hand-made apparel crafted by women of BOSFAM.  The fashion show included a variety of dresses, bags, vests and blouses, as well as traditional dancing and dancing by children supported through a BOSFAM  inspired NGO, Sunce Na Dlanu. Check out for more details about fashions from Humanize Mag .

    Everything fashion related, from designer dresses to Dolce and Gabbana Handbags were available for purchase, not just exhibition, although they were in short supply. Being able to see something in a fashion show and purchase it in the same event is rare, and it made the gathering that much more fun and exciting actually. The contrast of designer brands and traditional craft made for a very enriching experience as well I must say. One of the most interesting shows of the year, that’s for sure.

    Below is a short video documenting the show. Few of the dresses and fashion items are available on discounts. Check out Basso coupons from CouponsCollector if you want to get great discounts on fashion items.

    Please visit the newly launched BOSFAM Webshop

    See more photos of the fashions on Flickr:

     

  • So Many Adults to Choose From

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    6/27/2012

    I don’t understand why people employ child labour in Nepal when the unemployment levels for adults are so astronomically high. According to official government statistics unemployment is over 40% and some estimates have it even higher. Why the hell do you need to employ children when you have so many adults to employ? In a country that is so destitute and so many people are looking for work the wage demands of the adults cannot be that high. Over 80% of people in Nepal live on under $2 a day. This is such a pittance; though we have already discussed the small amount that bonded child labourers are paid. Sure the children can bring money into their family, but if adults are employed instead of children the money will come in just the same and the children will have an opportunity for education and a better future in the long term.

    In school where they belong!

    Is it that the rich and powerful in Nepal are so callous and so cheap that they want the power and savings that come with employing a child? The power that they can have over a child is greater than that over an adult. Does it make them feel better to have someone’s life basically in their hand? I am trying to reconcile this fact with the Nepali people that I know, the kindness that I see and the willingness to help. However, the fact that so many people do employ child labour is unmistakable and to me incomprehensible.

    This leads to how to get people to stop employing child labour. The work that BASE has done in harnessing community pressure and incentives to free children from bonded labour are important. Additionally the transition of the fight from only bonded labour to all child labour is an additional important step to let society know that any form of child labour will not be accepted by the community. These steps are essential in a country where one cannot call on the authorities to help. This is often because the authorities are complicit in the transgressions or powerless to help.

    Nepal is going on year 16 of a political crisis that has included a civil war, civilian deaths at mass protests, countrywide strikes and more. The most current iteration of this crisis is the collapse of the constitutional Assembly in May. They were unable to agree on a constitution before their mandate ran out or before it was called off by the government depending on which side you believe.  The upside of all these political crises is a collapse in tourism, a lack of international investment and overall chaos. In a situation where impunity is high and the economy is not functioning child labour and trafficking has flourished.

    This still does not answer the question as why people hire children when there are such reserves of adults willing to work.  I hate to conclude that the answer comes down to the fact that children are cheaper and more easily controllable, even if the money saved is small, it is still money saved. I refuse to believe that this is ok and that this will continue. The political parties all agree on the need to protect children, but they are too busy struggling for power to do anything about this at the moment. Till an effective government can make it dangerous to employ children and people decide it is not worth the risk of jail, it is up to organizations such as BASE to marshal all of their weapons in the fight. These weapons cannot just be yelling at those who employ child labourers, even though punching them and yelling some sense into them would feel so good. It has to be community work, community pressure and a change of societal needs

  • A COMMUNITY DIVIDED

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    From inside the small, one room wooden building in Conejo, I can hear the usual drone of jungle insects and birds as the sun begins its downward descent.  While outside the day is winding down, inside is a completely different story. SATIIM has called a meeting with Conejo, a Maya community facing exploitation by an oil company, U.S. Capital Energy, despite winning a historic land rights case five years ago.

     

    Conejo town hall
    Conejo town hall

     

    Back in February two SATIIM park rangers veered from their usual patrol route and discovered that USCE had illegally started clearing a seismic line 3 miles long and up to 8 feet wide through Conejo land in the Sarstoon Temash National Park. In response, Conejo community members successfully petitioned the government to halt USCE’s actions since USCE had not received free, prior, and informed consent from the community. As a result, USCE has been forced to stop all operations in the Toledo District.

    Fast forward five months, and SATIIM is in Conejo to complete a damage assessment to determine what was cut down when the seismic line was cleared and its financial value. What I thought would be a relatively tame meeting where SATIIM and the private consultant, Paul Walker, were going to discuss the purpose of the visit and ask for community input, has turned explosive.

    Normally, I think, when people oppose oil drilling, it is primarily for environmental reasons. This meeting however, reminded me of the very real social impact of oil drilling. I’m not talking about the creation (or not) of jobs, the impact that sudden modernization can have on a community, or the effect that the unfulfilled promises of oil exploration can have on a community. Let’s shelf all that for now and consider the fact that Conejo, a town of 190 people, a town that has proudly stood before the government to assert its right to its ancestral land, is now a community divided. Divided by an oil company. That, to me, is worse than the environmental damage.

    As Paul Walker began to discuss what the purpose of his visit was, and what we hoped to accomplish in the next few days, you could feel the tension in the room. When he finished his explanation, he asked if there were questions. And were there ever. Well, not questions, but well-deserved opinions. A very vocal contingent was fuming that SATIIM and the majority of Conejo had stepped in to halt the illegal oil exploration. This action had cost the community 23 jobs. Did SATIIM want Conejo to remain underdeveloped? How was it fair that in Conejo they should be left without electricity and forced to bathe in rivers filled with animal manure, while around them development was occurring?

    Another contingent was upset that those providing unconditional support for the oil company could be so shortsighted. It’s not that those that had halted the oil exploration are opposed to it, it’s that they want it done legally. As the meeting continued to go in roundabout circles, Paul, the consultant, tried to emphasize the importance of a united front, of Conejo coming together to develop a plan for dealing with USCE. If Conejo is going to allow drilling by USCE in traditional lands (as it seems inclined to do), Paul and the village elders were highlighting that they must look beyond the promise of jobs. Yes, the oil company can give you a job, but if they can get away with paying you $4 an hour and not give you anything for your land, they will do it. What the village leaders and elders were saying was that any dealings with the oil company needed to be legal, and needed to provide more benefits for the community than jobs. The leaders were saying that they needed social, community development, financial payment for the use of their communal lands, and environmental commitment from the company. Without these guarantees and agreements, the village leaders fear they will only experience the negative externalities of oil drilling, and none of the benefits.

    This conversation continued for three hours, with community members storming in and out, emotional monologues, and no resolution. This is an incredibly important time for Conejo, a time that will determine the future of grandchildren and great grandchildren of the community. In order for Conejo to most successfully develop, consensus needs to be established, and that consensus seems quite a ways off. No doubt this will rattle idyllic thoughts of a simple, calm, communal life of indigenous communities. But this is real, and it is happening now.

  • THE ADVOCACY PROJECT, THE GDPU AND MY EXPECTATIONS

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    The Advocacy Project, the GDPU and my Expectations

    What exactly is the “Advocacy Project”? Aside from a potentially awesome sounding name for a rock band, the Advocacy Project (AP) is an amazing organization that helps marginalized communities to tell their story, claim their rights and produce social change. The AP is partnered with the Ugandan organization I will be working this summer, the Gulu Disabled Person’s Union [GDPU]), and aims to assist them in promoting, developing, and empowering persons with disabilities economically and socially.

    The GDPU was formed to create a unified voice of people with disabilities in order for them to collectively advocate for equal opportunities and participate both in policy making and implementation of programmes that target individuals with disabilities. In order to achieve this goal the GDPU is closely working with both government and nongovernmental groups, including the Advocacy Project. All these are being done to influence provision of services to people with disabilities.

    As a Fellow, I will be working to help disabled people in Gulu (whether by birth or as a result of the 25+ year war with the Lords Resistance Army) create work and gain a place in the local government. The worst of the war seems to be over, so people in Internally Displaced persons camps are moving home and starting to rebuild. However, reconstruction efforts often overlook people with disabilities, a small but eager minority group.

    As previously mentioned in my earlier blog the region only has ONE functioning washroom that is accessible for persons with disabilities. That’s right, ONE!  No pun intended but it seems that meeting the basic rights of persons with disabilities (even the simple right to do one’s business) is not number 1 or 2 on the government’s priority list.  My work this summer will be to help promote and create opportunities for people with disabilities to have a say and get the support they need as they work to move home.

    I have very high expectations for myself with regards to this Peace Fellowship and helping the GDPU with reaching their long term goals and creating social change. I am very motivated to play any role I can in helping the GDPU to change societal views on persons with disabilities. As an individual with a speech impediment I am familiar with false assumptions of my abilities and character attributes based on irrelevant criteria. Concrete goals I can see trying to achieve will be playing a role in the construction of more wheelchair accessible toilets in the community in addition to having village councils electing persons with disabilities to and serve as a political voice in the community for persons with disability. However, these goals and expectations may change upon an open course of effective and critical dialogue with the GDPU for meeting their needs and long term goals for social change.

    What I can 100% guarantee expect to happen will be to have a wonderful experience and relationship with the people of the GDPU. I met a majority of the individuals last year through coaching and friendly conversations and I am very much looking forward to working with such a welcoming, motivated, passionate and compassionate group of people.

    Dennis and I after basketball practice - 2011

    Dennis and I after basketball practice – 2011

    So I invite you to come along with me and join me on this journey of serving as an advocate for persons with disabilities in northern Uganda. Read my blogs, comment, give me advice, send me chocolate if you’d like as I do think aside from missing family and friends I will miss this a lot too.

    APWOYO MATEK (thank you) and peace,

    Dane

  • “TRIANGLING” WITH YOUNG PALESTINIAN ENTREPRENEURS

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    Sophia Loren, an Italian film actress, has once said: “There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love.”

    Anyone who visits Palestine and communicates with its youth will notice the “talents,” “creativity” and motivation that Loren has talked about. Palestinian youth, who constitute approximately 30% of the Palestinian population, play a major role in shaping the future of Palestine, with their determination, persistence and ambition.

    Despite the ongoing Israeli-Palestinian conflict, and the lack of opportunities, young Palestinians have never surrendered to this situation. They have always been determined to pursue their dreams despite the occupation, the apartheid wall, the absence of a solid state and the presence of distorted markets in Palestine.

    Some of the most academic fields that attract young Palestinians are Business related fields including: Business administration, accounting, marketing and finance. At https://taxfyle.com/blog/what-are-tax-credits/ you will get detail idea about the tax credit, it will helps you in your small business. Although it is challenging to make it into the economy and the Business World, I heard two weeks ago, the story of two motivated students from Birzeit University, who started their own Business venture!

    In 2009, a Palestinian student (Baha’) decided to make a magazine for advertising. He named it “Triangle” and it is said to be the first magazine in the world that has the shape of a triangle. Baha’ is 22 years old. He graduated in 2011 from Birzeit University, with a major in accounting. Along with Triangle magazine, Baha’ has an advertising agency!

     

    "Triangle" magazines
    “Triangle” magazines

     

    Baha’ is the designer of the magazine and Jamal, who also graduated from Birzeit University this year, is the marketing director. I am currently working with Jamal on a project focusing on the Palestinian labor market, its needs and the difficulty of graduates to find jobs. I was very interested when he told me about the magazine, so I decided to write this blog on it.

     

    Jamal at the "Guinness event"
    Jamal at the “Guinness event”

     

     

    Baha'
    Baha’

     

    The goal of Jamal and Baha’ is to improve their skills in the field of marketing and become professionals in order to compete in the world market. In 2009, they published 3000 “Triangle” magazines in what they call “Ramallah’s hot spots.” These include big supermarkets, famous cafes, restaurants, malls, etc.


    They put in the magazine ads for a coffee shop, a supermarket, a restaurant, etc. They also have a Facebook page and a website for the magazine.

    What really impressed me about these students is that they had a further goal to pursue. In 2012, they wanted to celebrate the fourth anniversary of their magazine in a special way. They decided to become famous worldwide and make the smallest magazine in the world. This is where the idea of making it into Guinness World Records came from. According to them, no one has ever competed to make the smallest magazine, so they opened a new category in Guinness World Records. In order to do that, Guinness asked them to make a magazine that is 10 times smaller than the one they used to publish.

     

    The smallest magazine in the world?
    The smallest magazine in the world?

     

    Jamal and Baha’ organized a big conference to make an advertisement for their magazine and its possible entry into Guinness. They invited many stakeholders and the media to their event and they are still working on rising their reputation. They should get an answer from Guinness at the end of this month. Whether they will be accepted or not, I think they should be proud of themselves and their big accomplishment.

    I believe that such projects should be encouraged to help these young motivated Palestinians develop their entrepreneurial skills and create new employment opportunities for both themselves and other Palestinians. It is worth noting that the unemployment rate in Palestine is approximately 24%.

     
  • PAIN, FOOT, OUCH. HOW? WHY? AHHHHH!

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    As plenty of my family and friends already know, I’ve spent the past few days in Dhaka attempting to recover from a strange foot injury. Bits and pieces of what happened have been posted on Facebook and Twitter and I’ve been in contact with AP, my family and close friends about the details, but needless to say, it’s been a downer of a week for me here in Bangladesh. The days have been a bit mashed together but I think it was Tuesday morning when it all started. I woke up with quite a bit of pain in my left foot and wasn’t able to really put any weight on it without intensifying said pain. Being the “tough” (or perhaps boneheaded?) former jarhead that I am, I took some pain killers, drank some water and stayed off of the foot for most of the day. Even so, each time I had to move somewhere, such as to use the restroom, or refill my water bottle, the pain increased. Eventually it became unbearable and I went next door to talk to Shahed about going to Dhaka.

    This is where things got interesting. Shahed and a guest/friend asked me a bit about what happened, what I was experiencing, etc. and then gave me some sort of pain relief cream to rub on my foot. I used the cream and was also able to ice it for a bit, which seemed to help. Enter the apartment building handyman/security guy (jijur for those who I worked with in Mongolia). Thinking he can help, he offers to perform some traditional Bengali medicine on my foot. Naturally, I said sure, go ahead…as long as there are no needles or the ingestion of any questionable medications involved. This guy explained, through Shahed, that it appeared as though something was wrong with the veins in my foot and we needed to get the blood flowing. At this point I was trying to determine whether the injury was a sprain that I inflicted upon myself in my sleep, or the result of some exotic and terrifying insect biting me in my sleep.

    My new friend and savior, whose name I can’t recall at the moment, began rubbing my foot with some mixture of mustard oil and what appeared to be salt. He explained that it was going to hurt but I needed to let him rub the foot or it wouldn’t heal. He began rubbing my foot and I did my best not to pull my foot away and scream. When I say he began rubbing my foot, I mean he was aggressively massaging my foot to the point where I couldn’t take the pain. After a couple of minutes, I pulled away and he stopped. The next step involved rubbing my foot in some large leaves that had been soaked in boiling water. This part wasn’t so bad and actually felt pretty good. After a minute or two of that, he said he needed to massage the foot again. Foolishly I agreed. This time it was too much. The next thing I knew they were picking me up off the floor as I was regaining consciousness. I can now add “blacked out from too much pain” to the list of experiences I’ve had.

    The rest of the night I tried to keep my foot elevated, iced it now and then and we had planned to go to Dhaka the next day. After a long cab ride, we arrived at Square Hospital, a private hospital that is supposedly one of the best in the country and services the more “elite” members of Bangladeshi society. To wrap things up somewhat quickly, they talked to me a bit, examined my foot, and took x-rays. The x-rays were negative, they provided me with prescriptions for a couple of pain and anti-inflammatory medications, and then we purchased an ice pack and a way too short for me crutch. I’ve spent the past five days trying to recover at the house of a friend from couchsurfing.org, who works for the Indonesian Embassy. She’s been an amazing host and aside from being stuck inside and in pain, the last few days have been pretty relaxing and comfortable. I’m hoping to get some work done tonight and then head back to Sonargaon in the morning, where I plan on getting back on track as quickly as possible. More work related blog posts coming soon! Thanks for reading.

    Here’s a pic I snapped from the roof of the apartment I’m staying at, nice sunset. :)

     

    Dhaka Sunset
    Dhaka Sunset

     

     

  • UPDATE: WORK AND FOOD

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    You may be wondering why my blog posts have been petering out lately. It’s because, over the past few weeks, I’ve spent a great deal of time working on some of IPHR’s internal initiatives and on the IPHR website (I will send more information about this soon!).

    However, during this past week, I did have the opportunity to travel to Gishamvu (located in the southwestern part of Rwanda) with IPHR’s Yves. At this event, Yves sat with many poor Rwandans who have heavy legal matters on their shoulders. He listened to their stories, heard their concerns, and offered free legal advice on their best course of legal action.

    (You can view more photos of this event by selecting the photo below. This will take you to my Flickr album and, from here, you can scroll through the other photos taken in Gishamvu.)

     

    Gishamvu - Free Legal Aid
    Gishamvu – Free Legal Aid

     

    Also during these past few weeks, I’ve had plenty of time to get used to the local cuisine!

    Food is a big part of any culture, and Rwanda is no exception. So, I wanted to share some of this culture with you.

    Breakfast: From what I’ve experienced, people aren’t big on breakfast here. At most (and depending on what people can afford), a typical breakfast may consist of eggs or some form of bread, such as amandazi (fried balls of dough – see below). Coffee or tea is also standard!

     

    Amandazi
    Amandazi

     

    Lunch and Dinner: Foods that can be commonly found on a Rwandan lunch plate are also fair game for dinner cuisine.

    (Select the photos below to read the descriptions of the food.)

     

    Imvangae, Isombe, and Inagaa
    Imvangae, Isombe, and Inagaa

     

     

    Full Rwandan Meal(s)
    Full Rwandan Meal(s)

     

    However, it should be noted that many Rwandans only eat one of these two meals  — and, in fact, it’s common for Rwandans to only eat one meal a day.

    Interestingly enough, I’ve talked to many Rwandan men (okay…at least 5) who have told me that they don’t enjoy eating. They prefer to eat one meal a day and only because they have to. I’m not sure of the reason behind the phenomenon, but it may help explain why many Rwandans are very thin!

    Fruit: The fruit here deserves a section all to itself. The fruit in Rwanda is SO. GOOD. – especially the mangos and pineapples. Fruit is often eaten here in place of dessert, at the end of lunch/dinner.

    Mmmmmmm…I shall really miss these when I return to the US!

     

    Fruit in Rwanda - So Good!
    Fruit in Rwanda – So Good!

     

    Bon Appetit!

  • MEET KHADIJA OUJKAK

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    Khadija Oujkak is the solid foundation of the Cooperative des Tisseuses d’Ain Leuh. Although her official title is Treasurer, her unofficial titles include project manager, teacher of apprentices, wool purchaser, volunteer coordinator, director of marketing and pricing, cooperative spokeswoman, and of course, master weaver.

     

     

    Khadija Oujkak
    Khadija Oujkak

     

     

    In addition to her full time work at the cooperative, Khadija is married and has two children. This translates into daily cooking a full lunch and dinner, scrubbing down the bathroom, washing clothes by hand, shopping for food at the market, and keeping her kids in line.

     

     

    Khadija rolls her own cous cous from semolina, white flour, and salt.
    Khadija rolls her own cous cous from semolina, white flour, and salt.

     

    Living in rural poverty, Khadija has faced a number of hardships throughout her life. A misplaced shot in the hip during her childhood has rendered walking difficult for Khadija. She dropped out of school when she was 10 years old because walking to school everyday was impossible. Today, even with a full leg brace and cane, and it’s a daily physical challenge to climb the steep steps from her home near the bottom of town to work at the cooperative.

    When her 2-year-old son fell ill with a fever, she took him to see the only doctor in Ain Leuh. After the medication he prescribed did not work, she tried numerous traditional remedies to break his fever. She ground herbs to spread on his chest and forehead and cooled his skin with rosewater. After his health did not improve, she took back to the doctor. She was referred to the hospital in Azrou, 30 kilometers away. She had to wait too long to see a doctor at the overcrowded and inefficient public hospital there, which services not only the large town of Azrou, but is also the only available hospital to many small and rural villages. Affordable transportation from town to town can take hours, and when she was finally referred to the larger, better outfitted hospital in Meknes, her son died in her arms on the way.

    Listening to experiences like these have led me to a new understanding of what it means to be poor and uneducated in rural Morocco. It is more than just not being able to read, it is more than poor nutrition. It is the loss of human dignity, the want of basic rights, and the lack of hope for the future.

    Khadija does not lack hope. She is a strong woman, and is warm and generous with her time and affection. She commits everything she has to work at the cooperative. She has brought the number of full-time women at the cooperative from 7, when she took over as treasurer, to fifteen. She is skilled at networking, using her personal warmth and passion for her work to help further the business of the cooperative. For her, weaving is life itself, and it shows in her commitment to the cooperative and in the beauty of her weavings.

  • 100TH DAY OF RIKHAWI’S HUNGER STRIKE. FIRST DAY OF RAMADAN. FIRST WEEK RETURNED.

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    Akram Rikhawi, a Palestinian political prisoner from the Gaza Strip, has been fasting for 99 days prior to the start of Ramadan. Rikhawi was arrested on June 7th2004 and began his hunger strike onApril 12th in protest of Israeli Prison Service’s neglect of his serious medical condition. Addameer, a prisoner’s rights group,reports that Rikhawi suffers from asthma, immune deficiency and diabetes, in addition to the complications resulting from his prolonged detainment and fast. He has recently lost feeling in his left hand and leg. Independent doctors, from Physicians for Human Rights Israel, report that Rikhawi is at immediate risk of death.

    Rikhawi’s case typifies that of many other Palestinians held under ‘administrative detention’, which ultimately amounts to indefinite imprisonment without trial – a breach of the Fourth Geneva Convention under international law.

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  • MAYADIP PART 2 + SHORT VIDEO

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    Apologies for the delay in the follow up, I’ve had a lot to do the past week or so and haven’t been great at prioritizing my time. I’m back on track now though. Continuing on the issue of Mayadip Island, the information compiled here is a combination of the aforementioned UN letter, my conversations with Shahed and his acquaintances, and what I was able to find in searches on Mayadip and human rights issues in the Meghna River.

    The villagers of Mayadip were originally inhabitants of other areas but in a climate victims’ rehabilitation project during the 1980’s, called the Guchbogram Project, were relocated to the island and given small plots of land for housing and small-scale agriculture. The residents of Mayadip Island live well below the poverty line and with inadequate land to cultivate food; the island relies mostly on fishing as its number one source of food and work. Despite government assistance in relocation, the island was not provided with access to public services, including transportation to the mainland, safe drinking water, public health facilities, and public schools (Subornogram’s school is the only school on the island). While fishing provides a livelihood for many on the island, many others are forced to travel to Sonargaon’s more commercial areas to look for work, a trip that is 7 to 10 miles by boat then bicycle or on foot. This distance, cost and time required to travel, plus high rates of illiteracy on the island, make it even more difficult for Mayadip’s residents to find work.

    Currently there are no public programs to provide any extra food for the island and malnutrition is a huge problem, especially among women and children. Three weeks ago, on my first trip to Mayadip, Shahed and I attended what I can only describe as a political press conference, where two members of parliament (MP) and some other high level local government officials talked about starting a program to provide meals for people on the island for six months, a sort of flagship experimental social program. The conference drew a lot of the island’s residents, young and old, and involved some well-orchestrated photo ops of MPs providing young kids with plates of food. While happy to hear that they might implement a program to help the island, I did my best to not be too skeptical or cynical of the whole charade.  Time will tell whether this program is just political smoke or something that will actually be put into practice to help this underprivileged community.

    Back to more of the important details. As mentioned previously, food security related to the illegal sand extraction is a very important and serious issue. Neighboring islands Nalchar and Ram Prasadar Char, of the Comilla district on the other side of the Meghna River, were almost entirely destroyed as a result of the sand extraction in recent years. The residents of those islands were forced to leave their islands and seek new places to live and new sources of food. Residents of Nunartek Island, adjacent to Mayadip, also face similar issues due to the increase of erosion as a result of illegal sand extraction. Villagers have allegedly already observed parts of the island slipping into the water and the extraction also negatively impacts local fish breeding, another threat to their food supply and way of life.

    Around the time I arrived in Sonargaon, the local police confiscated two of the boats involved in the illegal extracting but within less than two weeks, a high ranking politician in the district ordered the boats released and they went right back to extracting sand. What makes the situation more complex, unfortunately, is that many corrupt local politicians and businessmen are involved in the sand extraction, because it’s an easy money making venture. Last week Shahed and I visited Mayadip with a journalist and cameraman from Narayanganj’s Electronic Media Diganta TV, who interviewed a number of Mayadip’s residents. Shahed hopes that the more media attention we can bring the island, the easier it will be to put pressure on politicians to stop the extraction. I’m working on some more detailed and comprehensive videos but I threw together this quick supplementary video showing the trip to Mayadip and some of the illegal extraction operations. Thanks for reading and thanks for watching. More on this situation as our work here progresses.

     

  • THE NITTY GRITTY: OIL, MAYA VILLAGES, AND CONSENT

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    Disclaimer: This blog entry is fact-filled, but it is laying the foundation for the next blog!

    A few blog entries ago, I touched on the many issues facing residents in the Toledo District, especially the communities surrounding the Sarstoon Temash National Park in which SATIIM works. Of great interest to these communities, and in turn SATIIM, is the prospect of oil drilling by U.S. Capital Energy (USCE). I’ve held off on writing this blog entry primarily because the issue is complicated, and you get different information everywhere you turn when attempting to do research. After reading multiple Supreme Court Cases and the 2000 Petroleum Act, I feel like I may be on the edge of understanding. I’ll do my best to explain what I have unearthed so far.

    In 2005 the Belizean government granted U.S. Capital Energy permission to drill for oil in Sarstoon Temash National Park, on lands traditionally held by Maya and Garifuna Indigenous Peoples. SATIIM and the indigenous communities came out strong against USCE, institutionalizing, through a 2006 Supreme Court Case, the use of environmental impact assessments in Belize, and in a 2007 Supreme Court Case securing indigenous land rights for the communities of Santa Cruz and Conejo. In 2010, these rights were secured for all Maya communities in Toledo. The 2007 and 2010 court cases ordered that all the communities had collective and individual rights to the land and resources they had historically occupied. This ruling, while importantly granting indigenous land rights, raises a point of confusion. It clearly states that Indigenous Peoples have a right to resources (i.e. petroleum), while the 2000 Petroleum Act states that the government owns all subsurface land rights, meaning the government owns the petroleum. This contradiction, in addition to the government’s ongoing appeal of the 2010 case, places indigenous communities in a rather precarious position.

    Within this position, the 2007 and 2010 court cases provide indigenous communities with one bargaining chip: free, prior, and informed consent. According to the Supreme Court rulings and in accordance with the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous People, before the government or third parties begin any activities on indigenous land, they must first have free, prior, and informed consent from the communities. Basically, this means that companies must ask for permission before beginning their work, that they must fully inform communities of their activities and the outcomes of these activities before they begin, and that they cannot buy approval. From there, it is up to the community to decide what to do with that information, and whether or not they want to welcome that company or deny them access to their land.

    There is currently no foundation for obtaining free, prior, and informed consent, as it is a relatively new concept. This leaves organizations like SATIIM struggling to work with communities to develop the blue print. What does that consent involve? Is it the majority of the population? Is it a certain number rather than percentage? At what age does that consent start? How is consent collected? Door-to-door? Community meetings? Who is in charge of gathering signatures?

    While in its infancy, free, prior, and informed consent is one of the only tools communities have when dealing with large international companies. It is for that reason that communities need to be guaranteed a process for achieving consent. As you’ll read in a future blog post, the need for free, prior, and informed consent has been ignored continuously by USCE, with USCE illegally cutting seismic lines throughout the region. These lines are not just dividing and scarring the environment, but also dividing and scarring communities.

  • SREBRENICA PEACE MARCH 2012

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    SREBRENICA DEATH MARCH 1995

    As the UN Safe Zone of Srebrenica as it fell to the advancing Serb forces on July 11, 1995, 15,000 men tried to escape impending genocide. The starved and unarmed men were up against the land mine riddled mountainsides, thick snake infested forests and one of the largest military presences in the world. Of the 15,000 men that set out towards free territory, only 3,500 made it successfully. They either died of starvation or exposure, were killed by landmine explosions, killed in an ambush, or some intrusion of Serbian soldiers in the column, surrendered or were captured  and then brutally executed. For those that survived they lived for up to 10 months in the forest before making it to safe territory.
    Each year thousands of people (survivors and family of victims), retrace the 100 km (60 mile) march through the rugged Bosnian mountain terrain. I participated in the Mars Mira (Peace March) this year and heard countless stories of perseverance and tragedy. Below is the story of one of the men that survived and now has returned. Below that is a video I made about the march and the legacy of those that did not survive.

     

    GJELIE’S STORY

    When Gjelie was 16 years old, when war consumed his life. He had grown up in a small village in the eastern mountains of Bosnia where his family raised cattle and grew food. As the Serb offensive moved westward, his village became a main defense line. His father became the ‘commander’ of the local militia and held close to his policy of “we will not attack, but we will defend with our lives”. Shell fire ultimately killed Gjelie’s father in his own home. In 1993, Gjelie and his family came to the newly established UN Safe Zone in Srebrenica to gain protection. His family was evacuated for health reasons to Sarajevo, but due to Gjelie’s fighting age, he was not granted passage and remained in Srebrenica until its fall in July 11, 1995.

    Jelie was a member of the original "death march" and survived for 2 months in the mountains before making it to free territory.

    Jelie was a member of the original “death march” and survived for 2 months in the mountains before making it to free territory.

    As it became apparent that Srebrenica would fall to Serb forces, fighting age men knew their gruesome fate if caught. So, at midnight on July 11th 15,000 men set off from Srebrenica towards safe territory 100km away. Walking in a continuous single file line, the last man left some 14 hours after the first. It is estimated that up to a third of the men on the march belonged to units of 28th BH Army divisions. Poorly equipped and exhausted from a 3 year defensive battle, they had no choice but to flee.  The Bosnian soldiers had gone ahead and secured a single line through the mine fields.

    The column managed to walk for a day without attack. However once the Serb forces realized that many of the men were missing, they deployed heavy artillery, tanks and machinery into the mountains. The Yugoslav Army was the third largest army in the world. As Yugoslavia crumbled its weaponry and equipment was absorbed into the Serb forces. The first of two large ambushes happened as the column made its way through an open field. Surrounded on either side by Serb forces, they opened fire on the column. In just under an hour over 1,000 men lay dead and the column was successfully split into two. The only marchers with arms and navigation were near the front of the column and those near the back had little chance for survival.

    Gjelie owes his life today to the fact that he had been sitting down on during the first ambush. He lost the first part of the column and found himself alone for two days. Wandering through the thick forest, he met up with a 13 year old boy and an older man. Together they survived in the woods for 1 month eating snails, grass and bark. They tried to cross into friendly territory several times but each time fell back as the line became reinforced with heavy artillery. To gain perspective they climbed up to the tallest mountain in the region and found 370 men together who had been there for a month. He found there, his grandfather and the father of the 13 year old boy.

    Knowing that he needed sustenance and supplies to break through to free territory, Jelie decided to return to Srebrenica and convinced 18 other men to join.  During the war the besieged people of Srebrenica had cultivated every inch of land. The men knew they would find ripe food upon their return. Under cover of darkness the men returned to Srebrenica each with an assignment; one to get a chicken, one legumes, one tomatoes, one honey, one flour and so on. They met back up in a camp in the mountains where they had a feast of chicken, beans, tomatoes and bread.  After surviving for a month snails and bark the fresh soft bread brought Gjelie to tears.

    Gjelie knew that one bedridden man had stayed in the Srebrenica unable to leave. When the Serbs found him,  instead of shooting him on the spot they left him to starve, visiting him occasionally to get information. Gjelie found him alive and brought him food one evening. The next morning, the Serbs came to his home and found the crumbs from his food and asked him where he had gotten it. They began little by little to cut off his ear until he broke and told them Gjelie was here. Hearing the screams, Gjelie knew he had to leave. However before they left, he snuck into the home a geography teacher and found a map in his library and a novelty compass on the end of a toy knife. With the map, compass and food he fled into the rugged mountains one final time towards free territory. He posted out on a mountain for a week and observed the patrol patterns of the Serb troops. Finally under the cover of darkness he broke free into safe territory in the early morning hours of September 22, 1995. Shortly thereafter he applied for and received refugee status in Switzerland and moved out of Bosnia.

    His heart, however, never left Bosnia. He was able to get the deed to his father’s destroyed home, and began returning in 2004 for a few months a year, rebuilding his home a room at a time. He would build a room and wait to see if it would be destroyed before building another. Today, Gjelie lives in his father’s renovated home with his three young children and his wife. For our entire conversation Gjelie remained composed speaking of landmine explosions, attacks and of hunger ,but when speaking of his life now, tears well in his large brown eyes. He beams with pride as he speaks of being able to see young children grow up in his father’s home. He knows he is one of the lucky ones.

    Marchers rest in front of Gjelie's home after a long day
    Marchers rest in front of Gjelie’s home after a long day
    Marchers rest in front of Gjelie’s home after a long day

     MARS MIRA (PEACE MARCH) 2012

  • AND WE’RE OFF!

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    I wanted to give you all a quick update on our pilot program, which kicked off one week ago today:

    When Benedicta and Kinawataka Women’s Initiatives began making straw bags six years ago, their main aim was to generate income for local women, helping them provide for their families. A close second, however, was to improve the environment, which would also help their children. They knew that the bags would take straws out of drainages as well as provide an alternative to reduce plastic bags  — or buveera as they’re known in Luganda, Kampala’s native language.

    So far, they have been right. Many women who buy the straw bags use them for their regular shopping. However, while many bags are sold internationally or to wealthier parts of Kampala, the bags – at about 30,000 Ugandan shillings (around $12.50 USD) — are out of the price range for most Kinawataka residents.

    That’s left Benedicta and the women of KIWOI struggling to find a way to use her products to help their own neighborhood environment. But, they think they’ve come up with a way to do it: For four weeks, two supermarkets in Kinawataka have agreed to stop using plastic bags in exchange for receiving 100 straw bags from Kinawataka. They’re distributing those bags, for free, to recurring customers who buy in bulk. Customers who make small purchases or don’t live in the area, and thus aren’t likely to return, are given paper bags.

     

    Bags piled up an ready to go!
    Bags piled up an ready to go!

     

    The shopkeepers also are keeping a record of which customers receive a straw bag. If those customers return without the straw bag, they don’t receive any bag – paper or plastic.

    So far, the initiative has been met with success, from several fronts. The shopkeepers have an incentive to get rid of plastic bags, as they represent a large cost, and customers are excited to receive a free bag, which can be used beyond just shopping. As of today, the stores have passed out more than 60 bags, and customers have been using them on return trips.

    After our four-week pilot, we’ll conduct a survey of customers and shopkeepers to determine how we can widen and sustainably extend the initiative. During the month, we’ll also map out other Kinawataka stores that use plastic bags and talk to the owners about whether they would participate in a similar program.

    Benedicta hopes that with possible partners or donors, she’ll be able to get capital for machinery, expanding production and thus the ability to sell more bags and expand the supermarket program through Kinawataka. I’ll keep you posted with more updates!

     

     

    Picking out which color she wants before starting to shop
    Picking out which color she wants before starting to shop
  • FACE OF A VICTIM: ALEM PARIC

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    520 NEWLY IDENTIFIED VICTIMS LAID TO REST

    No one gave birth to “Missing person 1735”. Each victim had a name, a family and a future. It is our duty to commemorate the victims of the Srebrenica genocide as people, as humans. 8,375 mothers, fathers, children, grandparents and infants were brutally massacred, for no reason other than their ethnic identity. Here is just one story of a life unjustly taken.

     ALEM PARIĆ

    Alem Parić
    ALEM PARIĆ

    Alem was born on an early spring morning in the Srebrenica hospital. His aunt, BOSFAM director Beba Hadzić, recalls the overwhelming excitement waiting at the hospital for his birth. He was the first son to his proud parents Rizo and Djefa and he was instantly adored. He lived an idyllic life as a boy and loved swimming in the cool waters of Lake Perućac at his family’s weekend home.  Before the war, Alem was in primary school. The hopes of Alem finishing secondary school, going to university in Sarajevo, getting married, and having a family, began to crumble as war gripped eastern Bosnia. In July of 1995, when Srebrenica fell, his Mother, father, sister and brother left for the UN Safezone in Potocari. Alem, who had just turned 17, knew that at his age he would be treated like an enemy soldier. Choosing instead to find a route through the mountains to safety, he left with his two other young neighbors. Alem got lost in the panic of the evacuation and no one in his family ever saw him again.

    After the dust of the fall of Srebrenica settled, Alem and his father Rizo along with 8,373 other people were missing. His mother Djefa fled to Tuzla with his brother Ahmed and sister Alema. For years they ignored the gruesome reports and continued to search for Alem. Families from Srebrenica with missing children held out hope that their children had been spared. Stories from WWII where Nazis spared children fueled the hope that the Serb forces had been as humane. If Hitler saved the children, maybe Mladic did too! Alem’s extended family followed every lead, every rumor to its end; sending letters, making calls and paying investigators to search Serbia and Greece. Any shred of hope was clung to with desperation.

    This February, 17 years after he went missing, his family got word that Alem’s remains had been identified. Beba recalls the moment when she sat in his mother’s kitchen to give her the news. Djefa, as with many other mothers with missing children, had held out hope. Even after burying her husband and her brother-in-laws, she held out hope. Beba says the moment she told her , she watched her perish right in front of her. The life fell out of her onto the floor. After hours of crying her first words were “I never believed that Alem was dead, I kept waiting for him to come home” Today she walks among the living, but she has died.

    LAKE PERUĆAC

    As a boy Alem lived and laughed on its shores, yet his violent death brought him to its silent depths. Alem’s remains were found in the caked mud at the bottom of Lake Perućac along with the remains of over 200 other Bosnian Muslims. Lake Perućac, is an artificial lake that straddles the border between Bosnia and Serbia. In July of 2010, the reservoir was drained for hydroelectric maintenance and it was then that the waterless lake revealed its grisly secret. The lake, which is 54 km long and 1,100 m wide, is considered to be the largest mass grave in Europe. More than 400 mass graves have been discovered in Bosnia after the last war, some containing more than 1000 bodies, but none as big as Lake Perućac. The search took place on both sides of the lake and covered 108 km. 24 of the victims were men and women were from the Srebrenica genocide in 1995, the other victims are believed to have been killed earlier in the war. In a brutal 1992 massacre in upriver in Visigrad where hundreds of men, women and children were killed on various bridges and dumped into the Drina river over a period of one month.

    Volunteers successfully recovered the remains of over 250 people, however forensic investigators were forced to end the search as  Serbian authorities rushed to refill the lake. It is unlikely that Lake Perućac will be drained again for another 50 years. By that time, said Amor Masovic, it will be difficult to extract DNA from any bones that are found and many remains will disappear altogether. “I am afraid that thousands of people will stay buried under the lakes around Bosnia forever.” The exhumation was difficult not only for the gross scale of human remains, or the act of unearthing human bodies in various stages of saturated decomposition, the slimy lake bottom is still littered with unexploded ordnance from grenades through to full-scale anti-tank mines.

    Lake Perućac, on the border between Bosnia and Serbia, is the site of one of the largest mass graves in eastern Bosnia

    Lake Perućac, on the border between Bosnia and Serbia, is the site of one of the largest mass graves in eastern Bosnia

    2012 SREBRENICA COMMEMORATION CEREMONY

    Not only did the perpetrators of genocide deny thousands of civilians of their lives, but they also denied their families the right to knowing what happened to their loved ones, and a proper burial. Thousands of victims remain missing, yet their fates and grave locations are known by many who choose to remain silent. 17 long and painful years after the Srebrenica genocide, 520 newly identified victims were reburied with proper honor and religious ritual. On the July 11th Anniversary over 40,000 mourners gathered at the Potocari Genocide Memorial Cemetery to honor the victims and unite in their ongoing search for justice and peace. Below is a video that documents the memorial ceremony and the long awaited burial of young Alem Paric.

    Thank you to Alem’s wonderful  family for their permission in sharing this video with the world. It is the undeniable strength of his mother Djefa,  brother Ahmed and sister Alema that gives humanity hope. Genocide is a crime against humanity, and the death of a child is the ultimate abomination. In sharing their story, it becomes all of ours, their heavy burden of remembrance and healing is now shared.

  • “Where are you from?”

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    The question of identity is one that resonates particularly well for me, coming from a multicultural family, so I’m always interested in knowing what people identify with. Inevitably, when you meet someone, and your looks are slightly « exotic » or you have an accent, they will ask the eternal question: « where are you from? ». And honestly, I can’t deny that I love knowing where people come from. It’s part plain curiosity but also the hope of meeting someone that is like you. When asking members of the Azerbaijani minority in Iran who they are or if they would call themselves Iranian, the answer has been, so far, no. They are Azerbaijani. I’m curious to meet members of the other minorities in Iran and hear their answers but I doubt they will differ. We are all free to choose who we want to be and how we want to be called, as individuals and as a group. It is a fundamental right, as is the right to live according to your traditional beliefs and speaking your mother tongue if you wish so. To remind everybody of Iran’s diversity and for the prisoners of conscience belonging to these groups, I want to dedicate this post to all the minorities of Iran.

    Azerbaijanis are the largest minority in the country; they have the numbers with them. The other groups don’t have this advantage and the biggest problem they face is the lack of representation and attention they receive. If nobody is there to advocate effectively for their rights inside and outside the country, it makes things much easier for the Iranian government to carry out executions in secret and repress them. The goal is to make these groups disappear slowly and push their cultures into oblivion by assimilating the surviving members into the Persian community.

    Kurds represent 10% of the population, they have the slight advantage of speaking an “Aryan” language similar to Persian but they have the misfortune of being Sunni Muslims, which is no good in a country full of Shi’a Muslims. They also advocate for cultural and language rights and are being discriminated by the government. Mohammad Sadiq Kabudvand, a human rights activist and founder of the Human Rights Organization of Kurdistan (HROK) is serving a 10 years sentence for peacefully expressing his views since 2007. He is now on a hunger strike in protest at the Iranian authorities denial of his repeated requests to visit his gravely-ill son. This is just an example of the injustice of a system, but it’s a reality.

    http://www.amnesty.org/en/news/iran-urged-free-prisoner-conscience-hunger-strike-2012-07-11

    The smaller a minority, the worse its situation, which is especially true for the Arab minority (2% of the population), also called Ahwazi Arabs. Ahwazi Arabs live in Southwest Iran in a region that was once known as Arabistan but is now Khuzestan (changing the name of cities and regions is part of a strategy to destroy the minorities’ cultures and identity). Despite the fact that their traditional lands represent 90% of Iranian oil revenues, two thirds of Ahwazi Arabs live in poverty. To prevent any threat, the Iranian government subjects them to a mixture of Persianisation, forced migration, violent political repression and economic exclusion. Ahwazi Arabs are demanding collective rights, including the redistribution of oil revenues, an end to forced displacement, equal labor rights, environmental protection and cultural freedom.  Their situation is among the worst in Iran. On June 17, 2012, the Iranian authorities executed four prisoners—three of them brothers— who were arrested following civil unrest and protests in April 2011 in Ahwaz (capital of Khuzestan) based on the charges of “Acting against national security” and “Moharebeh”.

    Now, five more political and civil activists have been sentenced to death and are waiting to be executed. The idea is simple: it’s about power and oppression, making sure that the oil resources are under total Iranian control by suppressing all forms of dissent. Which is why these men will be hanged if nothing can be done.

    http://iranhr.net/spip.php?article2544

     

    You can sign a petition for the Ahwazi Arabs here:

    http://www.avaaz.org/en/petition/Stop_the_Execution_of_Iranian_Arabs/

    Another minority that I haven’t mentioned much so far is the Baluchis. They also represent 2% of the population. Most speak Baluchi as a first language and are Sunni Muslims. Like the other minorities, the Baluchis suffer daily human rights abuses from the government.

    Finally, Turkmen and other Turkic tribes represent 2% of the population.

    It is difficult to find accurate numbers of the different ethnic groups in Iran. Indeed, the government doesn’t use ethnicity or language as a parameter when conducting a national census in Iran so there are no official numbers, they don’t want to acknowledge that half of the population is not Persian and speaks another language. Blindly ignoring its own diversity has been the secret of its longevity. I couldn’t give an exhaustive list of the ethnic minorities so please feel free to mention them in the comments as this is just an overview of the situation.

    Even if their situation is not as bad, the religious minorities are also part of Iran’s diversity. The subject is not as sensitive as ethnicity and the religious minorities have been given more range to function. 98% of the population is Muslim with 89% of Shi’a and 9% of Sunnis. The other religions include Zoroastrians, Jewish, Christians, and Baha’i. There are Christian schools and some small liberty of practice is given but only because they represent such a negligible number.  However, they do suffer discrimination, especially Sunnis and Baha’is.

    With ADAPP, I’ve been lately campaigning for these other minorities, because it’s not just Azerbaijanis who suffer discrimination and racism, it’s a common fight for all ethnicities and religious minorities which deserve the same attention.

  • LETTERS OF THE WOMEN’S COURTS

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    Maya, one of the directors of VIKALP, is in the process of writing a second book on the women’s courts in Gujarat (she has already written one book on the subject). This second book is primarily a compilation of letters – letters written by women to the women’s courts, letters written by the courts to the local police departments, letters written by the courts to the offenders, and letters written by the offenders to the courts. These letters provide a lot of insight into the discrimination faced by women in this part of India, and into the types of cases that are heard by the women’s courts. The following are two such letters. The first is written to the Nari Adalat Women’s Court (the judges of which are all Dalit women) from a woman living in Padra District, Vadodara. The second is written to the Police Inspector of the Padra Police Station from Nari Adalat.

    First Letter

    To: Nari Adalat, Padra

    Date: 6 June 2006

    This is a humble request from Makwana Rekhaben, daughter of Ghanshyambhai Mangalbhai, resident of Dabka Amlahal of Dabka village, Taluka Padra district Vadodara.

    I was married on 02.05.1999 to Makwana Nimeshbhai Ravjibhai resident of Gayapura, Taluka Padra. The marriage was not a good match so we got a divorce on 29.06.2000, written on the stamp of Rs. 20/-. On 05.02.2003, my in-laws decided to restart my marriage without my consent. The agreement they made claimed that because of my immaturity, the marriage failed and so they refused to file a divorce application. They claimed that they would not torture me anymore, and that they would give me a house to live in and land for maintenance, so I went back to live with them. Once again, my mother-in-law began to torture and harass me. My family calls me but I am not allowed to speak to them. My in-laws repeatedly mistreat me and fight with me for no reason.

    Firstly, they were the ones who initially decided to divorce me. Secondly, they made an agreement and decided to provide maintenance but then refused. So I have decided to claim maintenance since I have not received it, and want to proceed with the divorce. I beg you to file my case in your court. This is my kind request.

    Yours faithfully,

    Rekhaben Ghanshyambhai Makwana

     

    Second Letter

    To: Shri Police Inspector, Padra Police Station

    Taluka: Padra

    21 August 2008

    Subject: Regarding the incident related to Sitaben Ganpatbhai Padiyar of Pathod village.

    I am Nanadben Padiyar, working in Nari Adalat for Vikalp Women’s Group. Our organization works on issues of violence against women, exploitation of women and women’s rights. I work in Padra block as an activist. I go from village to village as an educator to raise awareness amongst the women.

    During my field visit to Pathod Village on 11.08.2008, I learnt about an incident involving a woman named Sitaben. Consequently I went to meet with Sitaben. Present at her house was Sitaben’s mother Shardaben who informed me that her daughter had been burned. Sitaben’s elder brother-in-law poured kerosene all over her body and kicked her. After that I went to meet with Sitaben. She said, “Let me recover and then I will tell you the whole truth. Look how badly they have beaten me. They dragged me on the road and two of my brother-in-laws beat me from both sides. When I recover I will file a case against them.” Her husband Ganpatbhai was present. He said that Sita had sold her anklet and the fight was about where the money had been used. Sita immediately responded, “I sold the anklet and with that money I bought food to feed my son. All you do is drink and roam about, bringing nothing to the house and in the meantime suspect me of misbehaving. Wait until I recover, then we will file a case.” Her husband threateningly replied, “You file as many cases as you wish. I will sell the land and find a way out; but if you file the case and I go to jail, who will feed our son?”

    I went to meet the Sarpanch (elected head of the village government) to inform him about the incident but in his absence I went to the Deputy Sarpanch, Arjunbhai Padiyar, and spoke with him about taking up the matter with the police and taking Sitaben to the hospital. He told me that the family does not agree to take these steps, so nothing can be done. I informed Nari Adalat and a plan was formulated to take her to the hospital and file a case at the police station.

    On 21.08.2008 in accordance with the plan, two activists went to the Pathod village and two went to the police station. We reached Pathod at 11AM only to learn that Sitaben had passed away in the night. In the morning cremation too was completed. The whole incident was reported to the police by us.

    The four names mentioned above together have tortured and killed the lone helpless woman. Therefore appropriate action must be taken against them. Sitaben’s mother is a widow; she has eight daughters but she does not have a son. Also, she is economically weak and is in no position to take any action. I am filing a complaint on behalf of Nari Adalat and Vikalp Women’s Group for appropriate investigation to take further action.

    Nari Adalat

  • FERRY TO RICKSHAW, RICKSHAW TO SULTANA

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    In the past weeks I have been planning and getting ready to head to Barisal. I have found most things to move a day or two behind schedule regardless of how I attempt to stick to it. Its inevitable for the power to go out before I need to print something for a meeting, rain pours and rickshaws stop, or I unexpectedly spend 4 hours on a buss in Dhaka traffic.

    When I got off of the ferry in Barisal it was 4:30 in the morning. My rickshaw driver couldn’t understand the directions I was attempting to provide him with. I told him to sit in the back with my bags and I peddled the rickshaw to the BERDO office. I had been here a couple of weeks before and remembered the way. Kind of like a horse smells the barn, Adam smelled the BERDO office.

    In the first couple of hours I interview some translators. Two of them met to compete for what probably is the most highly paying student job in Barisal. Mahamud’s English isn’t that good but I hired him anyway since there were no other options. He continues to hit me up for more money even though I pay him double the amount of the average local salary. He works hard so I normally treat him to lunch, transportation, and tea. He’s my age and is studying zoology. He got the job over the guy studying English.

    After a number of cups of tea with Alamgir, the Operations Manager of BERDO’s Barisal office, and Mahamud, we all left to meet with a group of stakeholders. My average stakeholder meeting consists of me and 14 other people nestled into a 6 by 8 tin shack, all eyes on me.

     

    Mahamud and Alomgir
    Mahamud and Alomgir

     

    How funding from BERDO works:

    BERDO applies for funding for, let’s say, 50 thousand dollars and takes on the responsibility of the loan. Then after the loan has been awarded to BERDO it’s broken up between the different locations. Barisal is one of the three locations. Once the money makes it to one of the three locations its up to that office to find the borrowers. Potential borrowers hear about the possibility of receiving a loan and come to the office to get signed up with BERDO. BERDO then catalogs all of the individuals interested in loans, organizes them by geographic location, and puts them into groups of anywhere from 8 to 22 individuals. Each group has its own “group officer” who’s volunteered for that specific position. Their role is to collect all of the member’s payments and submit it in one lump sum when Alamgir shows up to collect the payments.

    There are 37 groups BERDO lends to in Barisal and 409 individuals receiving loans. Loaning to groups makes sense for a number of reasons. One obvious reason is that it gets complicated and too time consuming to loan such small amounts to so many individuals. It’s easier to loan 2000 dollars to a group of 20 than it is to make 20 loans of 100 dollars. By lending to a group BERDO is also protecting itself from borrowers defaulting. The groups are treated how an individual borrower would be treated. If an individual in the group can’t make a payment it’s in the best interest of the group to make the payment for the Individual. If they don’t make up for the individual who couldn’t pay, it jeopardizes the entire group’s (and all the individuals in it) ability to get a loan in the future. Much like a loan in the states,  a good credit history enhances your chances of getting  loans in the future.

    I was a bit surprised to find out that most women–almost all of the women– hadn’t used the loans for themselves.  (There are a couple of exceptions.)  They had either been pressured by their husbands to get a loan or didn’t think they had the skill to use the loan effectively and offered it to their husbands. I asked why they felt like they couldn’t handle the loans themselves and the response was that they were just too nervous and unsure about their ability. It’s hard for men to receive loans as most of the focus has been given to giving them to women.  When their husbands are doing well, however, wives benefit too, and after seeing their husbands’ successes and increased self-confidence some have asked me if it’s possible for me to get themloans. That made me very happy. Most of the women want  to start tailor shops, restaurants, and other “female works” and become “independent”. I’m excited about helping that process and will spend the next month working with Alamgir on how to get that going.

     

    Sultana
    Sultana

     

    BERDO’s lending at the moment is going very well and doesn’t have anyone who’s unable to pay out of the 37 groups. The problem is that the demand is greater than BERDO’s lending budget. Every group I have meet with thus far has asked for more opportunities to borrow from BERDO, to increase the size of their businesses, fields, number of employees, etc. The opportunity to grow is there. They are just asking for a little jump-start to get them off the ground.  The living conditions, culture, religion, and a number of other things about life here are quite different from the United States. The dream of self-sufficiency and pride in accomplishment is the same and provides the same effects on self-esteem as it does anywhere else in the world.

     

    A day at the office
    A day at the office

     

  • FEMMES EN DÉTRESSE

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    During this past week, I attended an IPHR-led workshop for femmes en détresse. This title literally translates to mean “women in distress” and, more accurately, refers to women who are/have been beaten, oppressed or mistreated by their partners.

    IPHR works to educate these women on their rights so that they can, in turn, use the law to defend themselves.

    During this two-day training, members of IPHR explained to the participants their rights in Rwanda as women, as partners, and as mothers. Additionally, at the end of the workshop, the lawyers of IPHR held individual one-on-one consultations with the women, offering them both free legal advice and defense in court (as needed).

     

    Yves Teaching Women about Their Human Rights - Femmes en Détresse
    Yves Teaching Women about Their Human Rights – Femmes en Détresse

     

    In order to better convey the situations of these women and the impact that IPHR’s work has on their lives, I want to share a few Q&As posed during this training.*

    Question: How can I help my son?

    Context: When she was young, Meren had a son. Soon after becoming pregnant, the son’s father ran away, leaving Meren and the baby alone. A few years later, Meren met another man and the two of them started a life together. They now have a home and children together. However, Meren’s new partner does not approve of Meren’s first son and wants nothing to do with him. In fact, in the past he would beat and harass the son until, eventually, the son took to the streets. For years now, Meren’s first son has been living on the streets. While she loves her son and wishes for his safety, she is not in a position to leave her current partner nor can she guarantee her son will be safe if he returns home. Meren wants to help her son and to ensure that he has the means necessary to live.

    Answer: Understanding Meren’s situation and limitations, IPHR recommends that Meren tries to find the son’s real father. IPHR also recommends that Meren ensures that her first son is legally registered to the father in order to guarantee his rights of inheritance. These rights of inheritance are very important in Rwanda since they often include plots of land, shelter, and cattle – critical assets to life in Rwanda. Furthermore, when Meren finds the son’s real father, she should seek to unify the two which, if all goes well, will hopefully give the son a safe place to live as well as will allow the father and son to forge a relationship that should have commenced years ago.

    Question: How can I see my baby and make sure he is protected?

    Context: Esther’s baby was stolen. The thief is the baby’s father who, after stealing the baby, changed the baby’s legal name and placed him under the care of his grandfather. Esther once confronted the father and his new wife, but was beaten by the man’s wife. Esther does not hope to gain custody of the baby nor to get him back because she knows that she does not have the financial means necessary to care for the baby. Rather, what Esther wants is to have access to the child and to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the baby is legally registered to the father so that, when the time comes, he will inherit many life necessities.

    Answer: Esther’s case is complicated and involves a great deal of deliberation and planning. IPHR and Esther will work together over the coming weeks to fully address her situation. However, upon initial response, IPHR encourages Esther to find out from authorities if the baby is legally registered to the father. Once this information is known, IPHR will work with Esther to help her gain access to her baby and to guarantee the child’s right to succession.

    Question: How can I exercise my rights?

    Context: Alice is married to a man who recently sold two of their cows without her consent (which is illegal according to Rwandan law). Actions like this are common within Alice’s marriage and Alice wants to take legal action. But she is afraid. If Alice presents her case to the court, her husband has promised that he will kill her.

    Answer: There is no clear answer, but IPHR will work with Alice and the police to ensure her safety and the protection of her human rights.

    As you can see, there is a profound need in Rwanda for the education and protection of women’s rights. The members of IPHR recognize this need and work to meet it as best they can.

    *Names of the women in the Q&A have been changed in order to protect their identity. 

    (Click on the photos below to enlarge them.)

     

    Human Rights Training - Femmes en Détresse
    Human Rights Training – Femmes en Détresse

     

     

    Human Rights Training - Femmes en Détresse
    Human Rights Training – Femmes en Détresse

     

     

    Human Rights Training - Femmes en Détresse
    Human Rights Training – Femmes en Détresse

     

  • RATTLING THOUGHTS AND STEADY HANDS

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    Our truck rattled and shook as we made our way to Santa Teresa, with each bump and turn affording beautiful views of the towering green hills and growing storm clouds. As we continued our journey deeper and deeper into the jungle (crossing our fingers that the only bridge to the community would not be flooded), thoughts were rattling and shaking throughout my mind. I was headed to Santa Teresa to meet with the women’s group there to solidify their commitment to the orchid quilt project and get started. Yes, I was excited to meet the women and introduce them to the project on a larger scale. But, I was also nervous. From what I had been told, and the work I witnessed, these women are crafting geniuses, and I am obviously not a crafting genius. And here I was heading to Santa Teresa to further discuss the project with all the women, and to hold a training in embroidery. A training that would hopefully be the foundation for a new means of sustainable livelihood for these women. You see, this women’s group is a newly formed group, and they are hoping to expand their market, producing goods, such as purses, for sale. Embroidery will hopefully factor into that production. Thus, I was feeling more than the jungle heat as we barreled down the dirt road. I was feeling pressure.

     

    Landscape on the way to Santa Teresa
    Landscape on the way to Santa Teresa

     

    Eventually, we made it to Santa Teresa, and I entered our meeting space. There are six women in the women’s group, but there were many more at the meeting: small children, village elders, and sisters and brothers of group members. It was a full house. And so, once again, I pulled out my computer, and began the presentation on Advocacy Quilts, their purpose, and what we hoped the women could produce. I finished, and there was silence. I asked if there were questions, and slowly but surely the hands rose. Cordelia (a SATIIM employee) and I fielded questions, and when they stopped, we were again greeted with silence. I asked if the women were interested in participating. Crickets. Well, not crickets, but all the jungle sounds that ensure that there never really is silence in Santa Teresa. I was concerned. I thought these women were already interested? What was going to happen to all those quilt squares I developed? Had I drained my last ounce of crafting creativity for no reason? Was all my work in vain?

    But, slowly, under the lead of Paulina, the chairlady of the group, the hands started rising. I soon had commitment from all six women. With that, I started pulling embroidery kits out of my backpack, producing items as if it was Mary Poppins’ bag. As I placed the kits on the ground, the women pounced! Any ounce of hesitation was gone as soon as the kits came out: women were grabbing enthusiastically, a hum of excitement filling the wooden room. Little girls soon entered the mix, grabbing the kits and admiring them first before delivering them to certain women, who at this point were now trading and bartering for different orchids. A smile of relief filled my face. The quilt wouldn’t be a failure after all!

     

    Pouncing on the Embroidery Kits
    Pouncing on the Embroidery Kits

     

    After an explanation of what each kit held, and how they could contact me for additional supplies, we began the training. Luckily for me, two SATIIM employees, Cordelia and Acela, are extremely talented when it comes to embroidery, and spearheaded the training. In another lucky stroke, all but one woman had embroidered before (interestingly, the one that had never done it before was the second to volunteer to participate in the project), and so they just needed a refresher. All the women had different embroidery techniques, and it was fun to watch them excitedly share tips.

     

    Acela Trains the Women on Embroidery
    Acela Trains the Women on Embroidery

     

     

    Embroiders Hard at Work
    Embroiders Hard at Work

     

    By the time I left 1.5 hours later, the shy and somewhat reserved women were joking away with me, and many were already ¼ of the way done with their first quilt square! On the bumpy ride back to Punta Gorda, the only thoughts rattling around my head were relief and happiness. Relief that more craft-adept women were now in control of the quilt squares, and happiness that I had spent a great afternoon with such amazing women.

  • TRIBAL CULTURE IN RURAL GUJARAT

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    Last week, we made a special visit to Tilakwada to work on panels for VIKALP’sadvocacy quilt. These panels will travel with me back to the States, where the images will be scanned onto cloth panels and stitched into a quilt by a wonderful and experienced quilter. The quilt will serve as an advocacy and fundraising tool for VIKALP. Through this quilt, we hope to convey the importance of VIKALP’s work by representing the tribal communities in rural Gujarat with whom VIKALP works.

    Many of the Mahila Panch judges made the trip from their respective villages to partake in this activity, despite the heavy monsoon rains that we had experienced earlier in the week. We were also lucky to have the participation of the Tilakwada Yuwati Manda (Tilakwada Adolescent Girls’ Group), a community group for young Muslim girls. This group was created by VIKALP and is coordinated by Bilkis, one of the Mahila Panch judges and a respected member of Tilakwada’s Muslim community. The purpose of this group is to provide the youth with information on a range of topics, such as women’s rights, reproductive health, and basic finances.Click on any of the photos below to link to my AP flickr set!

     

    Bilkis (Mahila Panch judge and coordinator of Tilakwada Yuwati Manda) with her quilt panel.
    Bilkis (Mahila Panch judge and coordinator of Tilakwada Yuwati Manda) with her quilt panel.

     

    Drawing and painting are big parts of the tribal culture in the Narmada District of Gujarat, where VIKALP works. Families draw designs and pictures on the walls and floors of their houses, and on the land surrounding their homes. So Indira, Maya, and I decided to approach the quilting project from this angle. We provided the women with paper and drawing utensils, and we asked them to create a panel that represents their tribal culture. I was quite impressed with the artistic ability of this group, and was relieved that I was not asked to create my own panel, as my skills are not up to par.

    All together, we had 25 women in attendance, and the event was a success, if I dare say so! Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, and it was great to interact with these women outside of the more serious court setting.

     

    For her panel, this young girl (a member of the Tilakwada Yuwati Manda) outlined her hands and drew henna designs on them, representative of what she wears on her own hands.
    For her panel, this young girl (a member of the Tilakwada Yuwati Manda) outlined her hands and drew henna designs on them, representative of what she wears on her own hands.

     

    Through this process, and numerous discussions with my hosts, I have learned a lot about the tribal culture in this region of Gujarat. The Gujarati tribal peoples are an indigenous minority in the state. The 2001 Census of India found that tribal peoples make up approximately 14.8% of the population of Gujarat. [Unfortunately, the analysis of the 2011 census is not yet complete, so I am unable to provide a more recent statistic.] Overall, tribal peoples comprise approximately 8.2% of the total population of India. In Narmada District, numerous tribes make up the tribal peoples. Some examples include the Bhil tribe, the Vaswa tribe, the Tadavi tribe, and the Baria tribe. The different tribes do not live separately from one another. Rather, people and families from different tribes live together in the same communities. In addition, there is a Muslim presence in many of these tribal communities. The Muslims live in the same communities as these tribes, but they are not tribal peoples. The Muslims have a very different culture.

    All of these tribes now speak Gujarati, but it is a different dialect than urban Gujarati. The tribes that touch the Gujarat state border also have slightly different dialects that include words from neighboring states’ languages. The urban version of Gujarati is what is spoken in the state courts of Gujarat, which is why the tribal communities are unable to understand the government court proceedings.

     

    A design drawn on the wall of a house at the time of marriage.
    A design drawn on the wall of a house at the time of marriage.

     

    One big distinction between tribal culture and Hindu culture is the caste system. Hindus believe in a caste system with four distinct castes. The tribal culture does not believe in this, and as such, there is no caste system in the tribal culture. Some tribes are doing better than others financially, and thus are perceived as being ‘superior’ in some ways. However, this is by no means a strict, binding classification like the caste system.

    In tribal communities, the relationship between men and women is more egalitarian, although not completely. The gender distinction is not as rigid in tribal culture as it is in Hindu culture. For example, in tribal culture, if a family has a daughter and not a son, the daughter is able to inherit the family land. In Hindu culture, if a family has a daughter and not a son, the daughter cannot inherit the family land. The land would instead go to another younger male in the family (a nephew or a cousin or the like). Because there is generally less gender disparity in these tribal communities, the female to male sex ratio is not quite as low as it is in other areas of India. However, this ratio still needs much improvement.

    Tribal communities do not practice a specific organized religion. They instead worship life, nature, animals, and the like. For this reason, they live very closely with nature. Nature is very much a part of their day-to-day lives. These communities used to be migratory, but have now become more rooted and generally work in agriculture. Many tribal people still migrate for a few months at a time during the harvest season to work. This agricultural and nature oriented lifestyle was depicted in the quilt panels that we worked on this past week. [I cannot wait to see the final product!]

     

    Rose (left) and lotus flower (right). The lotus flower is the national flower of India.
    Rose (left) and lotus flower (right). The lotus flower is the national flower of India.

     

    However, the tribal culture is starting to be transformed by the Hindu influence. For example, women in the tribal communities tend to cover their heads with their sarees, as do women in the Hindu culture. In Hindu culture, it is seen as disrespectful if a woman’s hair is showing. This tradition has begun to seep into tribal culture. In addition, the overall female to male sex ratio in Gujarat is declining. The female to male sex ratio in tribal communities is still not equal, but it is higher than the state ratio. Because of this, many upper caste families with sons are coming to tribal communities to find a wife for their sons. These families would rather have their sons marry a tribal woman than a low caste woman, such as a Dalit woman*. This has increased the Hindu influence in the tribal communities.

    Before wrapping up this post, I want to emphasize that this is not meant to be taken as a complete description of the tribal culture in Narmada District. This is simply a summary of what I have learned about this culture thus far. As I learn more, I will be sure to post updates so as to shed some more light on VIKALP’s stakeholders.

    *Note: VIKALP also works to empower Dalit women through the Nari Adalat women’s court. We have not yet had the opportunity to visit the Nari Adalat court, but we hope to do so in the next few weeks. Once we do, I plan on writing a blog post about this court – hopefully with a court case or two – in addition to posting photos.

  • EMPOWERING PALESTINIAN WOMEN

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    Art has always been used as a form of cultural resistance. Specifically, Palestinian art has a significant role in resisting the silencing of the Palestinian history by the Zionists and the erasure of its cultural traces. In other words, art helps to assert a national identity that is threatened of being eradicated by another identity.

    Art can also be seen as a tool to preserve memory. In fact, memory is the driving force of one’s art, especially in the case of artists who live in exile and who wish to invoke the recreation of the past through art. For more information on this subject, I recommend to read Kamal Boullatta’s book Palestinian Art. From 1850 to the Present. It is one of the most enriching and well-documented books I read on Palestinian art.

     

    The well-known Palestinian artist, Kamal Boullata
    The well-known Palestinian artist, Kamal Boullata

     

    Palestinian women have always played a significant role in resisting the occupation and enhancing the Palestinian identity. Nowadays, many of them work for the revival of Palestinian heritage (Turath) through embroidery, weaving, crochet, etc.

     

    Houwayda, one of the employees at DWRC, wearing the traditional Palestinian gown.
    Houwayda, one of the employees at DWRC, wearing the traditional Palestinian gown.

     

    On Monday, I went to Sakhnin with four other Palestinian women from the West Bank. I was the only one who had an Israeli Residency blue card, so I could go to Sakhnin without any problems. However, the other women from the West Bank, who have Palestinian IDs, needed a permit in order to go to Sakhnin since it is a city in Israel and only Israelis or Palestinians with Israeli IDs are allowed to enter.

    Sakhnin is a Palestinian city located in lower Galilee, to the north west of Tiberias. Its population is Arab, mostly Muslims.

     

    Sakhnin to the north-west of Tiberias (source: Wikipedia)
    Sakhnin to the north-west of Tiberias (source: Wikipedia)

     

    The purpose of our visit to Sakhnin was to attend the opening of a Bazar named “oudna عدنا” (we’re back). The Bazaar included all kinds of craft products such as Palestinian embroidery, straw, jewelry, ceramics, glass and crochet.

    All these craft products were made by Palestinian women from the West Bank, Negev and the Galilee. The goal of the Bazaar, which will be open for a year, is to unite Palestinian women who live in the West Bank and in “Israel.” Its purpose is also to increase the marketing of Palestinian products in Israel, support these women and empower them economically and financially. A long-term goal would be to sell these products in the Arab World, Europe and the US.

    The idea of the project was suggested by The Democracy and Workers Rights Center (DWRC). It can be viewed as a continuation of their 2010 project that was organized to help and empower women who work in the informal sector. The two women who went with us to Sakhnin attended all the courses prepared by DWRC. The courses included subjects such as project management, marketing, communication, establishment of a trade union, etc. The goal was to train these women, support them and help them to get a permanent income.

     

    Names of Palestinian cities.
    Names of Palestinian cities.

     

    I met in Sakhnin a woman from Nablus, in the West Bank. Her name is Rania and she’s a mother of four kids. A year ago, she established a small cooperative with four other women in Nablus. Each one works at home, but then they sell their products under the name of their cooperative “نواعم Nawa’em.” What I like about these women is the fact that each one is specialized in a specific type of craft. For instance, Rania makes crochet and weaving. Another woman embroiders Palestinian dresses and wallets, etc.

     

    Embroidered shawls
    Embroidered shawls

     

    All the women I talked with told me that they were taught by their mothers how to embroider. Rania started embroidering at the age of 8 and is now teaching her 9 year-old girl the same craft.

    What is interesting is the fact that Rania has a BA degree in Applied Medical Sciences. However, when she got married and had kids, she stopped working. Therefore, she found in embroidery the best way to work and at the same time stay at home and raise her kids. The other Palestinian woman I met was a teacher from Bethlehem (in the West Bank). In her free time, especially in summer vacations, she embroiders pillows, bags, wallets, etc.

     

    A quilt made in the Netherlands. The subject was "peace."
    A quilt made in the Netherlands. The subject was “peace.”

     

    I believe that it is very important to support these women and raise their educational and economic standing since they play a significant role in preserving the Palestinian cultural legacy. This might explain the huge media coverage on Monday. You can check the following websites:

    http://www.niswan.net/online/articles/31/3/S-36210,31,32.html,

    http://www.panet.co.il/online/articles/1/2/S-568226,1,2.html

    In the first one, there’s an interview that was done with me. I’m sorry but it’s only in Arabic.

  • THE FISHBOWL EFFECT + MAYADIP ISLAND, PART 1

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    This blog post will be in two parts, because I think there was a bit too much to put down in one. Here’s part one, will get the second part up in the next couple of days. :)

    Living in Sonargaon (pronounced Shonargao), being the only foreigner, is quite overwhelming. Even in Mongolia, I never experienced the fishbowl effect quite like this. It’s one thing to walk around the less crowded area near my apartment, where a lot of the people see me almost every day. I still get stared at but it doesn’t involve as much yelling, whistling, waving and woo-hooing. It’s a completely different thing to walk less than a mile the other direction to the bazaar. I’m sure the fact that I’m 6’5’’ and haven’t had a haircut in almost a year makes me that much more visually appealing but it sometimes feels like no foreigners ever visit Sonargaon. If that’s the case, it’s a shame because it really is quite beautiful here. A couple of quick notes before I continue:

    • I should add that this experience is mostly when I am alone walking around. When I’m with Shahed, everyone talks to him and asks him who I am, where I’m from. I can imagine it’s very overwhelming for him as well. He takes everything in stride though and remains positive
    • Also wanted to add that I was talking more to Shahed and I forgot to mention in my last blog post that Subornogram also does work with indigenous peoples in theChittagong Hill Tracts. I’ll be adding more information about that community as I talk more with Shahed and hopefully we’ll be visiting Chittagong sometime soon.

    Navigating my way through the bustling, mud soaked streets, ducking to avoid sharp metal roof corners and various hanging products on display, I attract attention like you can’t imagine. Bangladeshis young and old, boys, girls, men, women, they all stare at me. Some stare with hard to read expressions, perhaps confusion and curiosity, but if I raise my eyebrows and smile, I get a smile back probably 95% of the time. Most days the smiles and quick, cheerful interactions with people I meet on the street make it easy to handle all the attention. Some days, especially when the heat and humidity are more intense, walking around for one hour can feel like five or six. It’s very easy to want to run back to the calm and quiet of my apartment, where I do most of my reading, writing and photo/video editing. The past few days I’ve been trying to balance the need for quiet, isolated work time and a desire to not miss out on anything that Bangladesh has to offer. I’ll make more notes on this experience as my time here progresses. Now, on to Mayadip.

    Since arriving in Sonargaon, much of my time spent talking with Shahed has been related to the Mayadip Island issue. We’ve visited the island a few times and it has quickly become one of my favorite places here. Mayadip and Nunartek are twin islands situated in the Meghna River, one of three major rivers that run through Bangladesh and form the Ganges Delta. It’s the source of so much of the life in Sonargaon and I’m sure in all the other areas it runs through. I’ll be spending a lot of time near and on the river so plenty more on that later on. The trip to Mayadip and Nunertek takes about 40 minutes and it’s always a good time to be on the boat. Aside from the sound of the engine, it’s quiet, the water is usually calm and it’s just a nice feeling being on the water. It makes for some great photos and video footage too.

    There are around 1,300 residents on Mayadip, mostly fishermen, called Jele in Bengali. They are Muslim and many are Sufi (Islamic form of mysticism). The island is beautiful, the people friendly, welcoming, and always inviting me in for tea and snacks. Subornogram runs the island’s only school, which we visited briefly on our last trip. The residents of Mayadip are faced with food security issues and environmental degradation, both serious human rights issues.

    There are currently at least two companies extracting sand from the banks of the Meghna River near Mayadip, illegally without government authorization. The sand is used to make bricks which are used in construction of various buildings. The two companies, which are both owned by locals with a lot of political influence, have contracts to dredge the river for purposes of navigability but instead have been extracting (stealing!) sand from the river banks, which causes mass erosion of both the riverbanks and the banks of the islands in the river. The government declared sand extracting points ( Balu Mahal, in Bengali) where some companies (who secured contracts legally) can extract the sands. The two companies involved continue to extract sand outside of this point, closer to the islands. This causes greater instability in an area that is already feeling the effects of climate change, and can lead to increased flooding.

    I have more detailed information on this which I’m still reviewing and will follow up with in part 2 of this blog. I acquired a letter, written from Raquel Rolnik of the United Nations High Commissioner on Human Rights to Mr. Md Abdul Hannan, Bangladesh’s Ambassador to the United Nations, addressing the Mayadip Island issue in detail and highlighting the importance of putting a stop to the illegal sand extraction. Thanks for reading, will get part 2 up in the next day or two. I’ve attached some photos I took while visiting Mayadip the second time. Hope you enjoy. Cheers!:)

     

    Mayadip Island Women
    Mayadip Island Women

     

     

    Subornogram School, Mayadip Island
    Subornogram School, Mayadip Island

     

     

    Mayadip Island Kids
    Mayadip Island Kids

     

     

    Mayadip Island Kids
    Mayadip Island Kids

     

     

    Mayadip Island Kids
    Mayadip Island Kids

     

     

    Mayadip Island Kids
    Mayadip Island Kids

     

     

  • TRADITIONAL MOTIFS IN AMAZIGH WEAVING

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    The Cooperative des Tisseuses d’Ain Leuh produce detailed pieces that take months to complete. While the High Atlas of southern Morocco and the urban carpets of Rabat are famous for their pile rugs, which are created by tying knots, the Middle Atlas is famous for their flat weavings.

    Weavers at the cooperative work on vertical looms, slipping yarn horizontally (the weft) between strands of cotton that are strung vertically (the warp). The weft strands that are woven between the warp are not continuous from edge to edge, and are left hanging to be snipped off after the piece is completed. The yarn is then pounded down with a metal tool to create a tightly woven piece. The weaver sits behind the piece she is creating, working from a pattern that exist only in her mind. Metal sequins, typical to the Middle Atlas region, are sometimes added for decorative purposes.

     

    Metal Sequins - موزون
    Metal Sequins – موزون

     

    I’ve learned that the geometric motifs used on the cooperative’s pieces each have a name and are symbols that relate to fertility or protection against evil, or an element in nature.

    This common motif (the small and large diamonds) represents the protection against the evil eye.

     

    The Eye - بو عينين
    The Eye – بو عينين

     

    The frog motif is rarely found in the cooperative’s work.

     

    Frog - جرانة - الفسة
    Frog – جرانة – الفسة

     

    The spider, snake spine and lion’s paw are evoked on pieces to protect owner from harm.

     

    Spider - رتيلة
    Spider – رتيلة

     

     

    Snake Spine - عدم الحنش
    Snake Spine – عدم الحنش

     

     

    Lion's Paw - يد الصبع
    Lion’s Paw – يد الصبع

     

    It is clear these patterns have endured for generations. Take the example of the lion’s paw motif: the barbary lion that once populated the Middle Atlas went extinct over 100 years ago.

    Other patterns represent elements of daily Amazigh life.

    The saw remains an important tool in the Ain Leuh, where people still heat their homes with wood burning stoves.

    Grain is indispensable in making khobs (bread) the #1 staple of the Moroccan diet.

     

    Grain - شعر - تمزين enclosed by a diamond saw - منشر - motif
    Grain – شعر – تمزين enclosed by a diamond saw – منشر – motif

     

    This motif represents the long hair that was the custom among Amazigh men.

     

    Diamond hair motif - تمست الفريزي
    Diamond hair motif – تمست الفريزي

     

    This motif is perhaps a bit more modern, representing the cooking surface that is placed over a butane gas can.

     

    Cooking surface - شبكة البوطة
    Cooking surface – شبكة البوطة

     

    In some cases, the original significance of the motif has been lost. For example, the women know this motif is called “tafinzirt” in Tamazight, but don’t know the meaning of the word, or what the motif represents.

     

    tafinzirt - تفنزرت
    tafinzirt – تفنزرت

     

    Some women like to take artistic license with these traditional motifs to create new designs.

     

    Variation on the Lion's Paw motif
    Variation on the Lion’s Paw motif

     

    Khadija, however, likes to use the traditional motifs only, saying that she feels like she is connecting with her ancestors and the woman who taught her how to weave when she includes the protective eye, grain, and hair in her work.

    I’ve also been doing some reading about the significance of the symbols in Amazigh weavings and came across Berber Carpets of Morocco. The Symbols: Origin and Meaning by Bruno Barbatti. His research-based work argues that the geometric motifs are ancient symbols of fertility. Patterns based on the triangle are feminine. The diamond represents a vagina or womb.

     

    Diamond motif
    Diamond motif

     

    The diamond with extended lines represents a woman ready to conceive, and the small element between the “legs” indicates birth.

     

    Diamond motif with extended lines
    Diamond motif with extended lines

     

    Long, straight motifs have phallic signification, and are usually depicted bordering or framing female symbols, indicating sexual union.

    Of course, when I read this to the women, they got a good laugh out of this interpretation of their symbols. “The author of that book has got to be a man, right?”

  • FAQS ON VIKALP’S MAHILA PANCH TRIBAL WOMEN’S COURT

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    First of all, I would like to thank all of you who have been following along and commenting on my blog. I really appreciate your interest and support! Secondly, you have posed wonderful and insightful questions, many of which I have tried to answer in the comments section. I thought it would also be helpful to put together a blog post that answers the most common questions that I have received regarding the Mahila Panch court. I hope this provides some further clarification. Keep the questions coming!

    What are the advantages of Vikalp’s Mahila Panch court? What does this court do that the state courts do not?

    The legal system in India is very progressive and democratic on paper. For example, the Indian constitution officially grants women the same rights as men, and it prohibits discrimination based on sex, caste, race, religion, place of birth, or the like. It also gives the State the power to take positive measures to ensure that women have access to their rights. However, these laws are not enforced, particularly amongst the poor. In the patriarchal structure, issues faced by women have traditionally been restricted to the private sphere. Women’s issues and experiences are not typically represented in the state courts. One strength of the Mahila Panch court is that it validates the experiences of and discrimination faced by women. The women’s court brings these issues into the public sphere. In addition, having women as the judges of the tribal court works to reverse the power structure and put women into leadership positions within their communities.

    The tribal communities do have the right to vote, and many of them exercise that right. However, the state justice system particularly fails the tribal communities because of a) the language barrier, b) the expense involved in state court proceedings (including the wages that the tribal people lose when they attend the court hearings), c) the physical distance, and d) the tribal communities’ lack of familiarity with the urban culture and the state court proceedings. The tribal court provides an inexpensive (there is a nominal fee paid by the complainants) and accessible (in terms of language and physical distance) alternative to the state courts. Click on any of the photos below to link to my AP flickr set!

     

    The entrance to VIKALP's Tilakwada office, and the location of the Mahila Panch court. The sign reads "VIKALP Women's Group" in Gujarati.
    The entrance to VIKALP’s Tilakwada office, and the location of the Mahila Panch court. The sign reads “VIKALP Women’s Group” in Gujarati.

     

    Does the Mahila Panch court work with the state legal system in any way?

    A few people have asked how the state and tribal courts divide the cases up and decide which court hears what cases. That’s not exactly how it works with the tribal court. This court was created as an alternative to the state courts, not as a supplement. The tribal communities are able to take their cases to either court system – state or tribal. However, tribal communities face many problems when taking their cases to the state courts. The courts are expensive, time intensive, far away, and they are not held in the local tribal dialect. Because of this, the complainants are unable to understand the proceedings of their own cases.

    To tackle these obstacles, the tribal court system was implemented. If the complainant or the defendant does not agree with the decision of the tribal court, they have the option of going to the state court to have their case heard. [They can also have the settlement appealed by the tribal court. See below for more details on appeals.] So again, the tribal communities technically have access to both systems, but the state court system is not a viable option for many of these individuals.

    That being said, the tribal court does work with the state courts in certain ways. Once the tribal court and the complainants reach a decision, the settlement is written up on official legal paper that is signed by the necessary government authorities. So the settlement is then authorized by the state and is legally enforceable. Also, the court uses both Indian and international laws and principles to make a decision on each case. So the state and tribal courts in India are not working together per say. But it is not totally black and white, and there is some overlap.

     

    A view of Narmada, the other district that Mahila Panch and Sakhi Sangathan serve. 'Narmada' means 'river' in Gujarati and Hindi. Narmada district is home to the Narmada River, which divides northern and southern India. (The river is visible in the background.)
    A view of Narmada, the other district that Mahila Panch and Sakhi Sangathan serve. ‘Narmada’ means ‘river’ in Gujarati and Hindi. Narmada district is home to the Narmada River, which divides northern and southern India. (The river is visible in the background.)

     

    How are the judges of the Mahila Panch court elected?

    The judges of the women’s court are leaders from Sakhi Sangathan, a registered nonprofit from which Mahila Panch emerged. They are selected by the members of Sakhi Sangathan based on their level of interest in becoming a judge, and their active participation in Sakhi Sangathan. Those women interested in becoming a judge voice their interest to the members of Sakhi Sangathan. Based on that, and their general participation in the organization, the organization selects the women that they see fit to fill this role. Once elected, the judges receive training in international, national, and human rights law. VIKALP provides this training.

     

    Mani: Mahila Panch judge
    Mani: Mahila Panch judge

     

    How does the tribal women’s court system address corruption?

    Everything in this court system is very open and transparent due to the public nature of this system. Because of that, corruption is not often a problem. If, for example, a case is presented from a certain judge’s village, that judge is often able to help present the facts because she is part of that community. However, if that judge appears to be biased, the other judges are there to address that. That is why there are so many judges (about 15) – to address potential bias and to provide diverse viewpoints. In addition, multiple people are always sent on fact-finding missions to ensure objectivity. Various judges will be sent on fact-finding missions (not only the judge from that village) in addition to the administrators of the court (Priya and Champa in Mahila Panch).

    Another thing to note is that being a Mahila Panch judge has become a very respected position. It has raised the social status of the women in this role. If the judges are seen to be corrupt, they will lose this position and this status, which they do not want to do. This also helps to keep corruption in check.

    Can the decisions of the Mahila Panch court be appealed?

    Yes, these court decisions can be appealed. However, the decisions of the court are settlements that are arrived at by consensus. The court does not impose them on the complainants. So appeals do not often happen. If, once a case has been settled, the complainant feels as though the settlement is not being adhered to or is not working, they can and often will come to the court again to reinforce the settlement or to change the settlement.

  • Malaria, Malaria, Malaria

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    I just successfully survived my first and hopefully my last illness in Uganda.  I had some pretty terrible cough and throbbing headaches that lasted for a couple days. After fully recovering from whatever disease I had, I was shocked to discover how common the word malaria is used in Uganda.  It has become part of the country’s vernacular.  For example, one of my many conversations usually goes like this:  “Where is Robert, I haven’t seen him all day at work?”  “Oh, he’s out with malaria or he’s at the clinic being tested for malaria.”  This type of conversation is very normal with my host family, co-workers and even with people I interact with from the community. To fully understand how common malaria is in Uganda, within the short time I’ve been here, all 7 members of my host family have contracted this disease.  Two of my host sisters were even sent back home from school because they had malaria.

    To avoid getting sick with malaria, every morning after breakfast I pop a pill of Doxycycline, which also has its perks of keeping my skin smooth and youthful.  However, the sad reality is that most people in Uganda can’t afford to buy anti-malaria pills.  While talking to a local community member,  he told me that whenever he buys malaria pills he prays before taking it. And then he hopes like he has never hoped in his life that the medication would work.  The reason for his method has to do with the increase in counterfeit and outdated/ineffective malaria pills being circulated in many clinics around Uganda.  The only option for him and others in his situation is to pray and hope that the medication works.

    The majority of my blog has been about child sacrifice but I felt I had to bring some attention to malaria, which is the number #1 killer of children in Uganda.  According to the World Health Organization (WHO), malaria is endemic in 95% of Uganda. Nearly half of hospital in-patient deaths among children under five are attributed to clinical malaria.

    Malaria is like a cold except, it kills. But like the cold, its preventable and curable.  Mosquito nets are  just not enough to prevent this disease. What is needed is a strong  educational campaign that would inform the public on how to take preventative measures on this epidemic and widespread disease.

    Children working on their homework in Soroti, Uganda

  • WHAT IS AN AMAZIGH WEAVING? – ما هو منتج أمازيغي

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    Unlike the large Arab cities of Fez, Rabat and Casablanca, Ain Leuh is considered a Berber, or Amazigh village. The Amazigh people have populated North Africa for centuries – the textbooks say 1500BC – and historically have wandered the landscape in nomadic or semi-nomadic tribes. These tribes generally avoided urban centers, and even today most Amazigh people inhabit the rural countryside, or small villages like Ain Leuh.

    Because tribes avoided central power, cultural exchange was limited throughout the centuries. There still exists much diversity among the Amazigh people today. The indigenous language spoken in Ain Leuh is called Tamazight, whereas in the south, Tashalhiet is spoken. Likewise, Amazigh weavings differ in technique, appearance, pattern, and typical colors even within the Middle Atlas region.

     

    French, Arabic and Tamazight in Ain Leuh
    French, Arabic and Tamazight in Ain Leuh

     

    In and around Ain Leuh, weavings were made for functional purposes, and made only by women. The weavings here are flat-weave and rarely pile carpets, which are more functional in the colder winters of the High Atlas Mountains of the south. These flat-weaves were used as sleeping mats, covers against the cold, door coverings, or turned into clothing, like a jellaba (cloak) or handira (shawl). It was only during the French protectorate that weavings were produced to be sold.

     

    A Jellaba made from the cooperative's weaving
    A Jellaba made from the cooperative’s weaving

     

    Before the introduction of Islam to the region, the Amazigh were animistic, that is, they believed humans, animals, plants, mountains and other geographical features contained souls or spirits. Weavings were an outlet for a woman’s spiritual and artistic expression, and patterns relating to protection and fertility evoked these animistic beliefs. Although much of the original meaning has been lost with many of today’s weavers, they still use many of the same motifs their ancestors used. In some cases these motifs have taken on new meanings.

    Amazigh identity in Morocco is a complex issue that scholars have devoted their lives to studying. What it means to be “Amazigh” varies widely from region to region, depending on economic status, education level, gender, and many other factors. For example, a friend of mine traveled to the south last year and met a well-educated Amazigh man who would only speak to him in Tashelheit or French, never in Arabic, because he considered the Arabs the true colonizers of North Africa.

    I have experienced quite the opposite here in Ain Leuh. The women I work with are all “arabized”. That is, only Arabic is spoken in the house, despite the fact that most of the women speak Tamazight, and all women consider themselves Muslim. Khadija, for example, was brought up speaking Tamazight as a child, but her children only speak Arabic. One woman my age, whose mother was Amazigh, said with pride that she could understand not a word of Tamazight.

    Some women have expressed embarrassment at their Amazigh heritage. Among the oldest generation only, it is typical to see women with thin linear and geometric tattoos on their chins, foreheads, hands, even jaw lines and ankles. The tattoos are an indication of marital status, or simply to enhance a women’s beauty. When I asked Mehma, a cooperative member about her tattoos, she explained apologetically that it was a tradition carried out before everyone knew tattoos were forbidden (according to the Quran).

    The cooperative is perhaps the only place I’ve heard the women speaking in Tamazight. Jamila, one of the younger members of the cooperative, showed me how dried pomegranate rinds are crushed into a powder to be used later as a yellow wool dye. She made sure I knew that this was a technique invented by rural women generations ago. To me, it seems like the one place where the women can express pride in their Amazigh heritage is at the loom.

  • THE FIRST STITCH

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    Anyone that knows me marginally well knows that I am the furthest thing from crafty. In Girl Scouts, I managed to burn myself on a hot glue gun. In high school, I accidently glued my hands to various objects with super glue…multiple times. In what I thought was a final test of my crafting abilities, in high school I was in charge of the scrapbook for my synchronized swim team. That’s right, the person least equipped to spearhead the project spent countless hours cutting, gluing, and coming up with marginally witty sayings to immortalize that year’s synchronized swim team. After almost a decade craft-free, I now face another craft challenge: I am spearheading a quilting project. I’ll pause for a minute to let that sink in…

     

    Measuring Quilt Squares
    Measuring Quilt Squares

     

    It seems that every day I am hit with another reminder that I am NOT a crafty person. You need frames to do embroidery? What size needle should be used? I have to draw the template for the women to embroider? You mean that the tiny thread I had originally picked out is for sewing, and not embroidery? Can’t it be multipurpose?

     

    Boxes of Embroidery Thread
    Boxes of Embroidery Thread

     

    Let me back up a bit. In order to raise awareness about various issues and to give a voice to the voiceless, the Advocacy Project supports quilting projects in the myriad of countries in which it works. These quilts are an opportunity for communities to express their concerns and their opinions while showcasing their culture and environment. They serve as another outlet for marginalized communities to assert themselves. In Belize, women are recruited to embroider scenes from the Sarstoon Temash National Park. To see the amazing work that the women in Midway did last year, check out the photos taken by last year’s Peace Fellow, Amy Bracken.

    Last week and into this week, I have feverishly (and that is not just because the temperature has been hovering around 120 degrees farenheit in PG) been setting the foundation for this year’s quilt project. I visited the community of Santa Teresa to meet with the chairlady of the Women’s Group, Paulina, to discuss the possibility of working with that group to develop an orchid quilt. Paulina, with her absolutely beautiful embroidery work, is the exact opposite of not crafty. As Paulina proudly showed me her embroidery work, I was blown away (and that’s not just because my idea of fixing a fallen hem on a skirt is to tape it….really, that has happened since my arrival).

     

    A home in Santa Teresa
    A home in Santa Teresa

     

    While various family members stood by, and with the help and translation of an extremely helpful SATIIM employee, Cordelia, I explained the purpose of the quilts and showed Paulina the results of last year’s quilt. Even the supposedly uninterested teenage boys in the group couldn’t help but crowd around as I brought out my computer to show them the quilt from last year. After some discussion, Paulina explained that she would talk with the other women in the women’s group and would send a message with her brother on Friday. Last Friday came with the good news that Paulina and her group were excited to join the project.

    Ever since, I’ve been purchasing the various materials needed to ensure these women can produce something spectacular, including tailor’s chalk, fabric, frames, needles, and beautiful threads. My coworkers have been a mix of supportive and amused, stopping by every few minutes to see how I am getting on, and laughing at me while I mumble to myself about positivity enabling me to cut a straight line. Even the geckos in the office have been laughing at me as I struggle to measure, cut, and draw. At one point this week, as I held up yet another poorly drawn orchid, fellow intern Mari just laughed, and then took the project into her own hands. I will forever be grateful for her quilting expertise!

     

    Santa Teresa Quilt Kits Ready to Go
    Santa Teresa Quilt Kits Ready to Go

     

    This afternoon, I’ll be heading back to Santa Teresa to meet with the embroiderers and to deliver their materials: 14 quilt kits complete with embroidery thread, needles, quilt panels with the orchid drawn on, and the photo of the orchid. I’m excited to meet the women, and am just as excited to have the project in the hands of the professionals! Keep checking back for more quilt (mis)adventures!

  • IDENTITY

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    Identity:

    How will you know me,

    Once my flesh has parted from my bone

    Without my soft hips and freckled face

    Without a name to answer to, or a voice to call out

    What remains is the thin bend of my wrists

    The protrusion of my rib bones

    The splintered fracture lines on my arms from enthusiastic falls

    The holes in my teeth carved by lifetime of sweet pies

    And the metal that fills them

    My hair no longer cascades, nor my eyes smile

    But do not doubt that it is me

    your sister, your daughter, your lover, your friend,

    with my name on your lips

    We are together in peace

    From my kitchen window, over the clay roofs and full trees, I can see on the hill a cold white building.  It is the International Commission for Missing Persons Commemorative Center where the bodies of thousands of genocide victims go to be identified. I visited on a hot day this week, and was greeted by the unsterilized smell of unsatisfied death. In a large hot room the remains of thousands of nameless people lay, silent in the thick air. For 17 years they lay in shallow mass graves, being unearthed, separated, scattered and crunched. Their killers tried to silence their identity, bury their names and fates, but the truth always surfaces. Here, at the ICMP, the dedicated staff searches through the bones of the dead and the blood of the living to find the names, the faces and the families of the thousands of people who the world forgot.

    Below is a video I put together about the process of identification, please be aware that there are images of human remains and straightforward descriptions of the handling of remains.

  • MORTGAGING LAND TO FULFILL CUSTOMS

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    Many families in the tribal villages in which VIKALP works are forced to mortgage what little land they own, if any, in order to pay for traditional customs such as bride prices and dowries. The following is one such case taken on by VIKALP. Note: I have copied this case directly from VIKALP’s files, so I cannot take credit for the documenting of this case. 

    Background Information:

    Name: Sumitraben Bachubhai Baria
    Age: 35 years
    Education: 8th standard
    Village: Gangadia
    Name of the Mandal (group): Shree Vikalp Mandal
    Number of family members: 4 (2 elder and 2 younger)
    Total land: 8 acres
    Land mortgaged: 1 acre
    Type of land mortgaged: black, goradu, irrigated and fertile land
    Value of mortgaged land: 10,000 rupees

    Sumitraben Bachubhai Baria belongs to Gangadia village. She is the Pramukh of the Mahila Mandal (women’s group), which has been formed by the intervention of the women’s group, VIKALP.

    Sumitraben studied till the eighth standard. As a leader and a member of the Mahila Mandal, she has intervened several times for the development of the village and her own self. In addition to doing the household chores, she also takes care of the animals (feeding, cleaning, and milking them). She works on the land as well. As a leader she conducts village meetings and interacts with the government people on behalf of her group. Tall, slim, and recognizable from afar, she is known for her calm poise that shines through the conflicts she negotiates to arrive at settlements for different parties.

    There are four members in her family; all survive on the produce from the land. The family owns eight acres of land, of which seven are infertile and rocky. Such land in the area is identified as korat jameen, and it limits cultivation to only one crop in a year. The extent and the quality of the produce are determined by the rainfall. Inadequate/lack of water leads to dependency on monsoon season, making agriculture and lives vulnerable to the vagaries of the weather. Most farmers in the area have small land holdings, adding to the severity of constraints. Sumitra’s family, like many others, rarely meets the daily food needs from the produce of the land alone. In spite of their own land, they have to buy the daily necessities from the market.

    Though difficult, life was nonetheless going along at a minimal level of basic needs fulfillment for Sumitra and her family, until they had to fulfill the custom of Mosalu. Mosalu is the tradition of giving ornaments, clothes, and the like to their soon to be niece-in-law on the eve of the marriage of their nephew. (The nephew’s name is Bhatrija, and he is Sumitra’s husband’s sister’s son.) Sumitra and her family were barely able to meet their day to day needs. Against this context, the looming expense of Mosalu became a festering sore.

    The remainder of the story is told in Sumitra’s own words from an interview with VIKALP. 

    “How could we cope with this extra expense, when we find it so difficult to get the money for our everyday needs? But there was no getting away from the custom of the community that made it imperative for us to spend 50,000 rupees. We feared loss of respect in our society and our own self esteem went down. We felt hunted, as if trapped. People may not tell us anything right to our face, but people talk, you know that. So six years ago, we mortgaged one acre of our land to our relative from our own village for a sum of 10,000 rupees. This one acre of land was the better one. It was Korat land, which is black in color and sticky like clay. From that land, we always reaped a very good crop. That is the piece of land we parted with.” Her voice still tinged with sadness during her interview as she reminisced those days.

    “Mortgaging the land, we met the expenses of the Mosalu and completed all of the formalities. Six years had passed to the day, when Vikalp intervened to resolve our problem. Until then, we were not able to get our land released. Everyday we struggled to cover the costs of our day to day lives. Mortgaging is like a slope. Once you set your foot there, it seems there is no way up but to slide down. With each passing day, it gets slowly worse.”

    “Then Vikalp came in. They said the government was willing to give money to get our lands released, with seeds, manure, and everything, provided that we return the money in small sums. Vikalp gave us the money and took a written word from us that we would never again give away our land. So with the land returned to us, we reconnected with the best piece of our farmland. We feel proud to say that we have already returned the money.”

  • THE DILEMMAS OF CHILD LABOR

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    Note to readers: After fighting countless power outages and internet failures, plus combating some sort of nasty bout of illness for a week, I’m finally able to update my blog.  Apologies for posting so late. Happy reading!

    06/18/12

    The issue of child labor is more controversial and delicate than I imagined.  When I’m not at the BASE office, I try to spend my time getting to know my neighbors and learning more about child labor in my region.  I have no statistical data for the town of Tulsipur to match it up, but I’m almost certain that some of my neighbors are employing child laborers.  During school hours, it’s easier to guess which children might be child laborers in town.  They might be the children who aren’t in school, the ones scrubbing restaurant floors or carrying buckets that are bigger than they are.  They might be the kids from India who live/work in Tulsipur while their parents still live in India (I’ve met a couple of those kids).

    I find it difficult to imagine that some of my wonderful, kind, friendly, good-natured neighbors might be involved in illegal activity.  They might be underpaying (if they’re paying at all) small children to work as domestic servants, mechanics, metalworkers, shop assistants, or tailors.  They might even employ children at the local brick and cement factories.  It seems so contradictory – my neighbors are nice people and I love to visit with them after work.  Could they really be employing children illegally?

    It’s easy to paint the world as black and white, good and evil.  In reality, though, life is far more complicated and complex – not at all as simplistic as we paint it.  To those of us who live in more developed countries, child labor appears to be wholly evil and exploitative.  I don’t deny that the practice is exploitative.  Unfair and wrong, even, if we’re tossing all political correctness aside.

    The catch is that employers claim (and some believe) that they’re doing children a favor by employing them.  By taking children off the streets, they’re providing them with income, teaching them work skills, and giving them resources. They claim they’re saving parents from having to feed an extra mouth and giving children an opportunity to earn money and stay off the streets.  To play devil’s advocate, couldn’t child labor be seen as a necessary evil to support developing economies and marginalized communities?  That’s the argument people might use to defend child labor.

    Child labor is a tough issue.

    On the one hand, I’m frustrated with the dysfunctional social system that I think robs children of their childhood, prevents them from accessing quality education, and enslaves them to a life of grueling labor and poverty.  I confess that I’m angry at the employers for hiring children to do tasks they themselves could do or could hire an adult to do.  The other day, I saw a woman yelling at a little girl who was on her hands and knees scrubbing a floor.  The girl looked about 6 or 7 years old and was dressed in the rattiest outfit I’ve ever seen. Honestly, I don’t know if she was a child laborer or the woman’s daughter, but the sight angered me.  I wanted to snap at the woman and tell her to clean her own floors – I mop my own floors, my mother mops her own floors, my grandmother mops her own floors – but I can’t.  You don’t change systems by waltzing in and snapping out what people should be doing.

    I’m frustrated at employers and I’m frustrated at parents for allowing their children to be used as child slaves.  At the same time, I acknowledge that I don’t know what it’s like to be in this sort of situation.  I can’t begin to imagine what it’s like to be a mother with too many mouths to feed and watching your children go hungry.  Children here are so small and thin and I think it must be difficult for parents to weigh education versus bringing extra income home.  If I were a parent (and many parents are my age – 24), would I send my child out to work in hopes that someone would feed her/him and I wouldn’t have to live with not being able to provide for that child?  I don’t think the situation is as simple as people – even activists – try to make it.  When I taught English in Indonesia, I had very bright students who eventually had to drop out of school to work in rice fields.  Immediate need for survival pushes dreams of the future to the side.

    I want to see this system of child labor eradicated.  I want to see Nepalese children (and children across the world) have a childhood like I had, with games, friends, and playtime.  I want to see a world where children aren’t exploited, where adults protect children and children’s rights (including the right to education) are valued.  To do that, we need to change society’s acceptance of child labor.  To change mindsets, you need to provide alternatives.  Telling people to change isn’t a viable solution.  We have to convince people that sending children to school and protecting children from harsh labor is a far better investment that will reap more benefits than forcing children to work for $2.50 a month (if that).

    I really hope I can visit a Child Friendly Village soon.  CFVs are villages that BASE started where communities have united to eradicate child labor.  The people of the community work together to ensure children go to school and promote Child Clubs where children learn about their rights and do community-building activities together.  The Child Friendly Village is one of BASE’s key projects in the organization’s fight against child labor. I’m interested to see how communities fight child labor and pressure families in the communities to keep their children in school.  If proven successful, the government of Nepal is interested in replicating the CFV model across Nepal.

    Child labor is a difficult issue to handle.  Combating it requires patience, commitment, dedication, and the ability to stay encouraged in the face of ridiculous odds.  As I work with BASE, I realize how important it is to educate communities on the importance of education and to provide incentives for parents to send their children to school.  BASE does a wonderful job of helping communities understand the benefits of education and self-dependency and I’m thankful to work for such an amazing organization.

  • UPDATE ON PROGRESS

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    06/25/12

    Progress is a wonderful thing.

    Since we arrived in Tulsipur, Alex and I have been quite productive.  For one thing, we finished editing and reformatting BASE’s lengthy 2011 Annual Report, which will be published shortly. We’re trying to keep up with blogs, but our internet connection is much worse than we thought, so we’re learning to be patient.

    Living here in Nepal, I sense the urgency with which we need to work.  There are so many children in Nepal and large numbers of them are child laborers.  Although the Nepalese government outlawed child labor, there is little enforcement of laws.  Working in Indonesia taught me that even though the central government says one thing, remote districts do whatever they want.  Impunity reigns across Nepal and I sense that there is a good deal of corruption.  If you’re employing children to work in your home and your brother is a police officer, do you really think that he’ll arrest you or raid your home to free the children?

    A BASE staff member told me a story about family impunity (and corruption) that haunts me as I work.  Two BASE staffers were on a bus to Nepalgunj, a town 3 hours from Tulsipur that borders India.  They noticed that two women were traveling with a child and discovered quickly that they were bringing the child to Nepalgunj to work for them.  Not only were the women violating Nepal labor laws, but they were facilitating human trafficking as well.  The BASE staffers quietly alerted authorities in Nepalgunj, who were waiting for the bus when it pulled into the station.  The police ordered passengers to get off from the bus.  The women frantically forced the child to hide under the bus seats, but were eventually caught.  Unfortunately, one of the women had a relative who was an influential member of the police force.  Although the women were briefly arrested and the case has not yet been decided, it is doubtful that the women will face punishment for their actions.

    There are large numbers of child laborers across Nepal and employers are not prosecuted for hiring children.  In fact, corruption allows perpetrators to continually avoid any sort of punishment or repercussions for their actions.  How can we bring employers to justice?  Additionally, how can we go about rescuing children when we aren’t quite sure where child laborers are working or living?

    You need evidence.

    That’s why creating and maintaining a thorough, efficient database is so important. With Alex and my help, BASE plans to start collecting data on child laborers, their families, and employers.  Alex and I recently created a database for data collected in 2009 on children in 5 districts and 15 towns in southwest and central Nepal.  Through this database, we were able to draw conclusions about how BASE could collect data more effectively.  We created a form for collecting data that allows the researcher to identify and locate parents, children, siblings, and employers.  We included factors like age, enrollment in school, caste, ethnicity, specific information about employment, and whether the child exhibited signs of abuse.  We hope BASE can use the form to collect very specific information that will allow the organization to begin prosecutions of employers.

    We then formed a new database for data BASE intends to gather this year on child laborers, families, and employers in 8 districts in Nepal.   If you can provide concrete evidence that there are child laborers in specific locations working for specific employers, such information can be used to pressure local governments to act.  Evidence is key for rescuing children and bringing employers to justice.  Evidence is crucial when you’re trying to track down and prosecute employers.  Evidence also proves that children may be trafficked victims and will help BASE discover from which regions children truly belong.

    I believe human trafficking is a huge obstacle to our goals of ending child labor. Often when people hear the word “trafficking,” they immediately think of sex trafficking and visualize images of women and girls being herded across borders to work in brothels.  While sex trafficking does occur in Nepal and is a very serious matter, labor trafficking is also rampant.  Like the example of the women on the bus, employers move children away from families to new regions where they might not speak the same language and have no advocates to protect them.  Although human trafficking is not the focus of my fellowship here, I’m struck by how easy it is to move children across the country.  Internal trafficking is a very large and very serious problem in Nepal.  Imagine this scenario.  A trafficker brings a child from Tulsipur to Kathmandu, which is 14 hours away.  What chance does a 7-year-old Tharu from Tulsipur have of ever getting home once?

    I am confident that the data BASE will collect over the next year will have a significant impact on the identification of child laborers and their employers.  I am encouraged by BASE’s dedication to locating and prosecuting employers and believe that the work Alex and I are doing will contribute to BASE’s efforts to combat child labor.  The fight continues.

  • Moving Forward After Losing a Loved One: The Story Behind GFACS

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    The very first time Santos and Leah Labeja held their son Gideon in their arms, they visualized a bright future for him. They had images of him learning how to ride a bike, to flashes of him graduating from college and eventually getting married. In this picture, they had already established a beautiful new world in their mind that will forever include their son. Sadly, the beautiful new world that was created elusively for Gideon was shattered into pieces on December 19th, 2006.

    It was just another ordinary weekday for the Labejas. Santos had just arrived into town from a business trip when he and his wife discovered the body of their four-year-old son Gideon by their compound.  A man who lived on Santos’s property had kidnapped Gideon by luring him away from his house using a musical Christmas card. After he murdered Gideon, he cut off parts of his body and then attempted to pluck off his tongue.  The perpetrator was eventually captured but he later escaped from prison. While in custody, he admitted that a witch doctor had told him to bring body parts of a young boy for a ritual ceremony, in an attempt to gain riches and blessings. Till this day, Gideon’s killer continues to roam the streets of Uganda and may still be committing this wicked crime.

    At Santos and Leah's house, a picture of Gideon hangs on the wall

     In early 2007, seeing no other alternative of stopping this dastardly practice, Santos and Leah established Gideon Foundation Against Child Sacrifice (GFACS).   They decided to start this organization to put an end to child sacrifice and to advocate for affected families.  GFACS is the only organization in Uganda that is solely fighting child sacrifice.  The main aim of the organization is 1) to diminish the ritual practices of witch doctors in Uganda through advocacy and prevention mechanism 2) to support families who have been affected by child sacrifice 3) to push forward the Ritual Murder Act law (formulated by Santos and his lawyer) that specifically punishes the offenders of child sacrifice.

    Last week, I got a chance to seat down and talk face-to-face with the founders of GFACS.  In the first part of my exclusive interview, Santos and Leah spoke to me openly about GFACS, coping with the loss of Gideon, and keeping his memory alive through the organization. The second part of my interview, I sat down solely with Santos to talk about the past, present and future of GFACS. Below is the clip from my interview with Santos.

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    Within GFACS, Santos serves as the Executive Director while Leah assist as an advisor.  The remaining staff members are composed of two volunteers Stella Ibwalingat and Esther Ocom. They are essentially the backbone to the organization. They work side-by-side with the Labejas on the grassroots level by educating and creating awareness on this issue. Together this team has been a dynamic force in Uganda. Just within the past five years, GFACS has compiled a database list of families who have been affected by child sacrifice in Uganda, promoted awareness and advocacy through various media outlets including the major newspapers and radio station. And last year Santos addressed the Parliament of Uganda and handed over a petition to them. I recently found out that the petition will be discussed amongst the parliament members this upcoming week. This is remarkable news for everyone at GFACS and its supporters.

    Database file of GFACS

    I urge each and every one of you reading this blog to take 5 seconds of your time to follow GFACS on Facebook,  so that  they can reaffirm their stand to put an end to child sacrifice. Here’s the link:  http://www.facebook.com/thegideonfoundation

     

  • BIOGAS IN QUANG BINH

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    When former North Vietnamese soldier Dao Thi Thuyen lost her leg during an American bombing raid in 1968, she considered her life ruined. The prospect of an agrarian life in Quang Binh countryside without a limb was bleak.

     

    Ms. Dao Thi Thuyen, biogas beneficiary
    Ms. Dao Thi Thuyen, biogas beneficiary

     

    Unable to afford purchasing heating oil, Ms. Thuyen spent every day of the following 46 years of her life gathering and chopping enough dried wood to cook food and boil water for her family. These duties were made more difficult and time consuming by two forearm crutches she uses to walk. Everyday struggles like this are common among persons with disabilities (PWD) in Quang Binh, the majority of whom live in rural areas lacking accessible infrastructure. Predominantly poor, Quang Binh’s PWDs are unable to afford the devices and services available to PWDs in developed countries.

    One month ago, Ms. Thuyen’s life changed. Due to a grant from the Association for the Empowerment of Persons with Disabilities (AEPD), Ms. Thuyen was able to afford the installation of a biogas system that converts the excrement of her pigs into fuel. As one of the program’s beneficiaries, Ms. Thuyen no longer must spend hours every day gathering and chopping wood. She told me that since her biogas system was installed, she’s gotten some of her life back.

    Ms. Thuyen’s biogas system is one of 45 AEPD is installing throughout Quang Binh Province in central Vietnam. Funded by French donor organization Zebunet, AEPD disburses biogas grants of approximately 7.155 million Vietnamese Dong (d) ($350) to qualifying rural households headed by persons with disabilities. The remaining cost of installing a biogas system is covered by beneficiaries, raging from 1.145 million d ($50) to 12.200 million d ($250) depending on the number of pigs a household intends to keep.

     

    Mr. Dao Van Thuan demonstrates his biogas powered stove
    Mr. Dao Van Thuan demonstrates his biogas powered stove

     

     

     

     

     

    Dang Huy Thau, the Vietnamese government official overseeing the installation of the biogas units, told me that biogas has led to a dramatic improvement in quality of life for AEPD grant recipients. The use of biogas can mean the difference between subsistence living and the ability to save money. Aside from the economic benefits of producing essentially free fuel, the biogas units also serve to hygienically dispose of livestock waste, which decreases air pollution and the incidence of airborne disease.

    I heard similar sentiments from aid beneficiaries, who told me that the smell of feces had limited the number of pigs their neighbors would allow them to keep. Ms. Thuyen says that her neighbors now visit her home to examine her biogas system and are impressed, wanting similar systems for themselves. She plans on purchasing more pigs now that the smell of their waste is no longer an issue. In the poor Quang Binh countryside, the ability to house even a half dozen more pigs can significantly increase a household’s income.

     

    Biogas has allowed Mr. Dao Van Thuan to keep several more pigs
    Biogas has allowed Mr. Dao Van Thuan to keep several more pigs

     

    The spread of biogas throughout Quang Binh brings with it a sense that local actions are linked to global efforts to improve the environment. To receive biogas funding, AEPD requires beneficiaries to attend a training that, aside from instructing participants on how to use their biogas systems,  explains how using alternative energy sources combats climate change and deforestation. This discussion of biogas’ role in the larger effort for environmental sustainability has not been lost on aid recipients.  When I asked beneficiaries to describe the benefits of their biogas systems, they all began by telling me that biogas cleans the air and decreases the use of oil, which is good for the environment.

    The value of biogas has already been recognized by more affluent rural Quang Binh residents, who are buying biogas systems out-of-pocket faster than local firms can supply them. Provider Ha Van Toan told me that even installing two or three biogas systems everyday he wasn’t able to keep up with local demand.

    If this year’s program is a success, AEPD will try to find funding to continue providing biogas grants to Quang Binh’s PWD community.

     

    Mr. Dao Van Thuan stands next to the biogas tank in his backyard
    Mr. Dao Van Thuan stands next to the biogas tank in his backyard

     

  • CONDEMNING THE INNOCENT: PALESTINIAN KIDS AT WORK

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    “Why aren’t you playing like other kids? Why aren’t you sleeping, it’s only 7 a.m.? Why aren’t you in a summer camp like all the other kids?”All these questions and others came to my mind when I met the children who were working in Ramallah’s street market yesterday. Do these kids know their basic rights? Do they know their right to play, to rest and to go to school?

    3.7% of Palestinian children are involved in child labor (Labor Force Survey (2010)) but most of us “are getting used” to seeing these kids in the streets, washing cars, selling gums, fruits, vegetables, etc. We forget that these kids are the future and the next generation, who will, hopefully, build a democratic and an independent Palestinian State. Although 3.7% might seem a very small percentage, it is significantly large.  The 3.7% of children who work in the West Bank might only have a great role in the future,  if they are given the potentials and rights that every kid should be given.

    The subject of child labor has interested me for a long time. It is unfortunate that child labor still exists in most countries and that one in seven children in the world is involved in a kind of labor.

     

    One in seven children is involved in child labor (UNICEF)
    One in seven children is involved in child labor (UNICEF)

     

    That’s why I insisted on taking part in the campaign organized by the Palestinian Ministry of Labor, the Palestine Red Crescent Society and the Palestinian Police. Each Sunday, for the next 4 weeks, we will go to a place in Ramallah where many children work. This week, we went to Ramallah’s street market which is called “Hisbeh” in Arabic.

     

    The street market in Ramallah, West Bank
    The street market in Ramallah, West Bank

     

    Most of the workers there live in refugee camps. For instance, I went to Qadoura camp (for refugees from Lidda and Ramla) in Ramallah last week and met one of the families there. All men in the family work in Ramallah’s street market.

     

    The street market in Ramallah, West Bank
    The street market in Ramallah, West Bank

     

    The first children we met this weekend were selling gum and clothes outside the street market. We started asking them about their names, their ages and their residency. I felt they were afraid of us and started asking the policeman not to arrest them. He explained them that he wasn’t going to arrest them but wanted to help. Personally, I was against the idea of having about 8 policemen with us, since this can easily frighten the children and make them think they did something wrong. Moreover, all people started talking about this and many children left their workplace.

    Then we entered the street market. We were looking for children who were less than 15 years old, because according to the Palestinian Labor Law, “it is forbidden to employ children that are less than 15 years old.”

    The negative aspect of the law is that it does not mention children who work for their first-degree relatives, and most of the children we met said they worked with their families. Hence, many of these children find themselves deprived of their rights and cannot demand them. This is especially important since, according to the Palestinian Central Bureau of Statistics, around 63.0% of children working in Palestine work for their families without getting paid.

     

    Officer talks to a boy at the market
    Officer talks to a boy at the market

     

     

    Children selling groceries
    Children selling groceries

     

    All the children we interviewed told us that they worked only in the summer vacation. One kid was very annoyed. He said: “I work because I have nothing else to do at home in the summer. Ask my father to let me stay at home and I will. You should deal with my father, not with me.” This statement of the 13 year-old kid did not surprise me. I knew we had to deal with the parents first because most of them oblige their children to work. That is why we called the parents to come to the police station and sign a pledge stipulating that they should not allow their kids to work. And if their kids continue working, the parents will be punished.

    What really surprised me was when a parent said: “child labor is in the culture of my family. I used to work as a child and I want my son to learn a craft from his early ages.” This man was neither poor nor ill and did not need his child to work with him. He was trying to raise his child the same way he was raised. Hence, it becomes important not only to educate the children about their rights but also to educate their parents who think they know what is best for their children. I won’t be surprised if this kid doesn’t go to school. Some parents see in education a waste of time and prefer to have some of their kids contribute to the family income. What these parents don’t know is that their child might be very intelligent and might have a very good career in the future that might not only benefit his family but all the society.

     

    To protect the children we need to hide their identity
    To protect the children we need to hide their identity

     

    Other parents talked about the harsh economic situation and the difficulty to provide their families with the basic needs. One parent said :  “ Go ask the government to help us and I will not let my child work.” Another parent, who appears to be very sick, said: “I want a legal statement that allows my 14 year-old child to work with me. I have three diseases and my health is getting worse every single day. My kid is the only one who can help me.”

     

    A child who comes every day from Hebron
    A child who comes every day from Hebron

     

    According to the International Labor Organization (ILO), “the estimated cost of the elimination of child labor is US$760 billion over a 20-year period, but the estimated benefit in terms of better education and health is over US$4 trillion.” We should all fight to put an end to child labor and teach these innocent children their basic rights.  As the executive director of the UNICEF (United Nations Children’s Fund) has once said: “…in serving the best interests of children, we serve the best interests of all humanity.”

  • MY KAMPALA “TAN”

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    As an Irish, light-haired girl from Chicago, I can count the number of times I’ve been tan on one hand. (In full disclosure, it’s only happened twice.) That’s changed here.

    Every morning, I make my way from Naguru Hill to Kinawataka, where Benedicta works and lives. At about a mile-and-a-half, it’s a short walk. However, in the 20 minutes it takes me to walk to Kinawataka every day, I acquire a tan. My normally borderline-translucent skin takes on a slightly darker, brown color – at least until I get home and shower.

    That’s because it’s not from the sun. Rather, the smog in the air cakes on my skin and gives me a one-of-a-kind Kampala spray tan. A woman I work with has labeled it my “pollution color.”

    Kampala is a vibrant, growing town, full of people who are enterprising and kind. Sadly, its pollution is one of the first things you notice when arriving, and it sticks with you – quite literally.

    Cars are the main culprits. With no public transportation, traffic is typically at a standstill, with cars and their emissions choking the highways and the air.

    Trash is a close second. Recycling is non-existent. While most roads aren’t paved with stone, they’re paved in plastic bags and waste that have become hardened and caked in the roads. Straws, plastic bottles and grocery bags litter the streets and drainages. Walking around town without stepping in some kind of trash is strengthening my hopscotch skills.

    As this trash piles up, it blocks the drains that line the streets. Because there’s no recycling, residents gather the trash and burn it, releasing harmful emissions into the air. And adding to my tan.

    Trash in a Kampala drain
    Trash in a Kampala drain
    Straws
    Straws

    The pollution has already taken a toll on residents’ health. According to the World Bank, more than 25 percent of children under age 13 in Uganda have asthma, compared with just 10 percent in South Africa.

    And the pollution is set to get worse. Government estimates project that Uganda’s population will almost double in the next 20 years, reaching 60 million people. Without a change in traffic, industry or waste management, that’s a guaranteed increase in pollution.

    Benedicta and Kinawataka Straw Bags are working to change that. By taking discarded straws andrepurposing them into bags, the women of Kinawataka are reducing the straws that line the streets, keeping them from eventually being burned. With about 700 straws used for one bag, they’ve taken more than 2 million straws out of the environment. Also, many people use the bags for shopping, reducing the number of plastic bags used.

     

    This summer, we’ll launch a pilot program, giving two local supermarkets free straw bags in exchange for not giving out plastic bags. We’re excited to get started and are hoping customers will be as well. While more inevitably needs to be done on a citywide basis to reduce the pollution, it will be a good start. And it demonstrates that Kampala citizens are committed to figuring out a solution.

    After all, I’d choose healthy air over my “pollution color” any day.

     

    Products, ready to go
    Products, ready to go

     

     

  • BOSFAM AND THE SREBRENICA MEMORIAL QUILT EXHIBIT

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    Bosfam Quilts in the Srebrenica Memorial Quilt ExhibitBosfam Quilts in the Srebrenica Memorial Quilt Exhibit

    BOSFAM (Bosnian Family), is a non-governmental organization based in Tuzla Bosnia-Herzegovina that supports and honors the victims and survivors of the 1995 Srebrenica genocide.  It was founded by the former head of the Srebrenica Primary School, Beba Hadzic, in 1994 as a way to meet the needs of the newly displaced refugees in Tuzla. BOSFAM offers a refuge to refugee women regardless of their age, religion, ethnic background, or education, helping the women gain economic stability as they struggle against poverty, misery, and suffering. As Beba recalls, “Many of us were lost, and had nothing. So some of us got together and asked what we could do by ourselves. We began to go around to the collective centers .If nothing else, we could at least talk to people. As it turned out, we could do much more.”

    BOSFAM offers support for returning children in the Srebrenica municipality, psyco-social aid to the survivors and their families, works as an advocate for women searching for missing family members, provides information and education for survivors as well as encourages the economic stability of women through weaving programs. BOSFAM runs a weaving center in Tuzla, where its members produce and sell traditional Bosnian carpets (kilims), sweaters, socks and gloves.

    The largest and most significant project of BOSFAM remains the Srebrenica Memorial Quilt Project. Under the slogan “Tradition at work against oblivion”, the quilt project is meant to preserve the memory of those who lost their lives in the 1995 Srebrenica genocide. The women of BOSFAM have woven 16 memorial quilts with 330 names on them. Each of the quilts is made of individual panels (40 x40 cm), woven for one missing person. The panels are woven with the name of one of the 8,372 missing genocide victims on it. Each year a different quilt theme is chosen including, children, women, teachers and neighborhoods. The carpet is woven together with love; threads, patterns and colors interwoven like the destinies of the genocide victims.

    Town of Srebrenica, Bosnia-Herzegovina where the 1995 genocide displaced the women of BOSFAM

    Town of Srebrenica, Bosnia-Herzegovina where the 1995 genocide displaced the women of BOSFAM

    This past weekend, a few of the women of BOSFAM traveled three hours to the Bosnian capital of Sarajevo to exhibit the quilts for diplomats, survivors and journalists. Below is a short video about the quilts and the exhibit.

     

  • AM I ALLOWED TO SMILE…?

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    Before delving into another case from the tribal women’s courts, I thought I would share with you all a quick story from my time in India. I recently told this story to some family and friends, and they encouraged me to share it through my blog. They not only found it to be amusing, but they also thought it highlighted some of the nuanced perspectives on gender that VIKALP supports. I hope you find it to be as thought provoking, and amusing, as they did.

    This is a story of a cultural misinterpretation. I am sure that many of you who have traveled to far away places have had similar experiences. When you live and work in a country that is so unlike your own, these cultural mishaps are bound to happen. Nonetheless, I tried my best to prepare myself for the culture shock that I would undoubtedly experience when I moved to Baroda as a Peace Fellow for The Advocacy Project.

    Patriarchy remains highly prevalent in many parts of India, and as a result, women here face a lot of discrimination. Gujarat is a particularly conservative state as well, so my hosts advised me on the appropriate kind of attire to pack: long skirts or pants and shirts with sleeves to cover my knees and shoulders. There is also a common perception here that Westerners are promiscuous, which only adds to the discriminatory gender roles. Before coming here, I had never lived in a country in which my gender would dictate so much of my day-to-day behavior. So I was quite nervous and did not know what to expect from this experience.

    On my first day at the office, I asked Maya about gender roles in India. I wanted to know how women and men interacted so that I knew what to expect. At home, it is appropriate to smile at strangers as you walk down the street. What was the typical greeting in India? Could I make eye contact with and smile at men without being perceived as ‘inviting’? My host advised me that smiling at men can be misinterpreted here, and to be cautious. Not wanting to stand out more than I already did, I took this advice to mean that I should not smile at men. Period. So for the first few weeks I was here, I walked around making every effort to keep a straight face, or to don a slight frown. I must have looked so unfriendly and unhappy looking back on it. And it felt so unnatural. But I continued to do this so as to not draw more attention to myself.

    I was made aware of my misinterpretation after a recent meeting for VIKALP’s LBT (lesbian, bisexual, and transgender) community. In its transgender work, VIKALP focuses on female to male (F to M) transgender individuals. Many F to M transgenders behave in accordance with traditional gender roles and adhere to the patriarchal structures that exist in India. This poses many problems because it reinforces discrimination towards women. So how was I to interact with F to M transgenders? One question in particular kept popping into my head during this meeting. I presented this question to Maya afterwards.

    “Maya?” I asked. “I know that I’m not supposed to smile at men. But can I smile at F to M transgenders?”

    Maya immediately started laughing. “Oh no!” she said. “I never should have told you that you should be careful about smiling. You can smile at men. I just wanted you to be aware that this gesture could be misinterpreted. And yes, you can smile at F to M transgender people. If you are a person who naturally smiles, then you should smile. You should be yourself!”

    I felt simultaneously relieved and embarrassed that I had taken her suggestion to the extreme. But I can look back on this and laugh now. This experience also helped me to see just how complicated issues of sexuality and gender are in a patriarchal system. Such rigid gender roles are detrimental not only to people who identify with their biological gender, but also to people whose gender identities deviate from the mainstream. I cannot claim to know how to address such complexities. But I thought this short narrative might spark some interesting discussion. And of course, I hope it makes you smile.

  • THE COOPERATIVE DES TISSEUSE D’AIN LEUH: A NEW AP PARTNER

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    Why has The Advocacy Project (AP) partnered with the cooperative of Ain Leuh? After all, AP’s mission is to work toward social justice in marginalized communities with community advocates. The cooperative doesn’t work toward combating female genital mutilation, child sacrifice, or domestic violence. The cooperative isn’t a human rights organization, or information center. The cooperative is a business and their main goal is to increase sales.

    At first glance, the members of the cooperative don’t seem marginalized or disempowered. They’re respected members of the Ain Leuh community, are able to send their children to school, and are always surrounded by a supportive group of caring co-workers.

    Look a bit closer, though, and you’ll meet women lost outside their small town because of illiteracy. Who are suffering heartbreak over a child who died from infection because access to proper healthcare is inaccessible. Who live in a two-bedroom apartment with 15 other family members. Who experience blurred vision and extreme fatigue because she can’t afford insulin. For many women, the cooperative is what stands between them and extreme poverty.

    The textiles the women create are also a preservation of their Amazigh heritage. The technique and many of the design components still used in their work today come from the pre-Islamic tribes of the Middle Atlas. I’ve already learned much about the ancient symbols used in patterns and will write about them soon.

     

    The use of diamonds in a geometric motif has been used in Middle Atlas weavings for generations.
    The use of diamonds in a geometric motif has been used in Middle Atlas weavings for generations.

     

    Sales dropped this year, and the president is worried about the future of the cooperative. The small scale of sales has led to a lack of interest in the art of traditional weaving among the younger generation. Many of the cooperative member’s daughters have entered the workforce as hairdressers and tailors, preferring this type of work to the high labor and low profit of weaving.

    If the cooperative cannot attract new artisans and find a larger market for their textiles, more than just the families of the women involved in the cooperative will feel the impact. The work of the cooperative benefits the entire Ain Leuh community directly. Shepherds sell their wool to the cooperative, the cooperative hires women to wash and spin the wool into yarn, and seasonal workers are paid to collect plant matter used to dye the yarn.

     

    The road to Ain Leuh and a for-hire shepherd
    The road to Ain Leuh and a for-hire shepherd

     

    This is why AP is partnering with the cooperative. To their credit, the women of the cooperative have joined together in a collaborative process as an answer to their economic struggles. The cooperative does not rely on charity or currently any government assistance, benefits from the use of local expertise, and is a space to perpetuate the indigenous culture. AP and my role is to encourage this positive community force by increasing their work’s exposure and by identifying and finding ways to overcome the obstacles to their continued growth.

  • History, Racism and Denial

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    I realize that I should probably start with the beginning and give some precisions on the general situation of the Azerbaijanis and Iran.  It was confusing for me at first when I was talking to Azerbaijanis from Iran and they would refer to their home as “Azerbaijan” or say that they spoke Turkish and were Turks.

    First, it’s important here not to confuse The Republic of Azerbaijan at the North of Iran that was part of the Russian and then Soviet Empire for 70 years, also referred as Northern Azerbaijan, with the Azerbaijani part of Iran – Southern Azerbaijan – from where the people I’ve met all came from. Basically, Azerbaijan is divided in two; the Republic has approximatively 9 million inhabitants while the Iranian part has about 20 million inhabitants. This number is especially important considering that Iran has a population of 78 million.

    The Azerbaijani region of Iran is located in the Northwestern part of the country. They refer to it as Azerbaijan  and speak Azerbaijani Turk.  They are Turkic people and share a similar language and ethnicity with the people of Turkey. When you are in the Azerbaijani region, pretty much everyone speaks Turkish, except for government officials who speak Farsi as it is the only official language of the Islamic Republic of Iran.

    Concerning religion, the majority of Azerbaijanis are Shia Muslims, but a minority within the minority exists; some are Sunnis, but other faiths exist such as the Ahl-e-Haq. Needless to say, they are doubly discriminated because of their different religion and ethnicity.

    Yunes Aghayan, a follower of the Al-e-Haq faith has been sentenced to death for "armed resistance against the Islamic Republic of Iran"

    Physically, the Azerbaijani people can’t really be distinguished from Iranians, looks vary, hair can be dark or fair, eyes can be brown, green, blue… There really is not a dominant phenotype.

    I mention this because it’s important to understand that the only thing that can differentiate an Azerbaijani from an Iranian is the language; religion, looks, food are almost the same. That is a strong point for a government that has relentlessly tried to assimilate and annihilate a culture for the last 90 years. However, one can’t and shouldn’t underestimate the power of language and the importance for people to be able to express themselves in their own words.

    Indeed, the Iranian government follows the concept that Iran is “One nation, one language, one country” and that unity is the key to progress and modernity. Farsi (or Persian) is the one official language.

    Let’s mention other minorities of Iran: Azerbaijanis are the biggest group but there are also Arabs in the Southwest, Baluchis, Kurds, Lur, Turkmen and more.  We can estimate that less than half of the population of Iran speaks Persian as their mother tongue.

    However, what I’m interested in today is not in showing how “evil” the Iranian government is, but to understand how it could possibly have been a sustainable model for the last 90 years. I’m not sure it’s sustainable in the future, but so far, they did manage to get a racist ideology across the population and even if they couldn’t suppress the Azerbaijani language, they have undeniably hurt it.

    A little bit of history is required here.

    Historically, various different ethnic groups have populated the territory that is now Iran. Cyrus the Great, Turks, Arabs in the 7th century, Mongolian invasion in the 13th century, Persians; all of this is part of its history. I won’t get now into the details of what happened before the 20th century, but they are important, not because of the events per se, but in the way that they have been and still are exploited. Who was here first 5000 years ago: Turks or Persians? This are very interesting debates but the fact is Iran is a multi ethnic country and has been for a very long time. Minorities weren’t always discriminated against and different cultures were respected. Indeed, once upon a time, Iran was called: “The Protected Countries of Iran”.

    Everything changed in 1925, with the Pahlavi regime who used the modern European theories of Aryanism to justify the domination of the Persian elite. Apparently, according to the doctrines in vogue at the end of the 19th and beginning of 20th century, Persian is an Indo-European language and Aryans, the superior race, came from India and Iran, or something like that…  Obviously, Aryanism is a racial construction whose original purpose was to distinguish the Indo-European group as a different and better race than others (Turks, Jews…).  This is a quick overview of the Aryan theories; I could probably make a whole post on those theories, silly as they are, but Fars still see themselves as Aryans and believe firmly in their superiority.

    To summarize, the Pahlavi regime, which gained access to power thanks to the British who could control them, forbid the use of all languages other than Farsi. They changed the name of the country from Persia to Iran in 1935 since it reflected better its Aryan origins, and instituted a dictatorial regime allowing no space for diversity and promoting the greatness of the Aryan race.

    In 1979 happened the Islamic Revolution. Things got slightly better for minorities but barely. They kept the ideology and propaganda against the ethnic minorities.

    The cartoon shows a boy speaking to a cockroach in Persian as the cockroach responds “What?” in Azerbaijani

    Now, in the age of internet and mass media, it seems increasingly harder to hide the injustice of the system. On May 12 2006, Iran Newspaper, an official magazine, published a cartoon with an article where Azerbaijanis were identified as “cockroaches” who “did not know the language of humans” and therefore had to be “exterminated”. Following this offensive publication, thousands of Azerbaijanis went to the streets for several days all over Azerbaijan, demanding equal treatment and justice.

    This can be viewed as a turning point for the Azerbaijani movement and possibly marks the beginning of an awakening for younger Azerbaijanis.

    Demonstrations against Anti-Turk racism - 2006

  • SETTING THE SCENE: TOLEDO DISTRICT AND SATIIM

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    Ask anyone in the Toledo District (the southernmost district of Belize where SATIIM works) what the greatest issue plaguing the district is, and you are likely to get a different answer from every person you ask. One may respond that the lack of economic opportunities is the largest issue. Another may answer that the prospect of oil drilling in ancestral lands is of greatest concern. Another may respond food security. Yet another will likely respond the expansion of the Southern Highway, cutting through communities and forests to connect Belize and Guatemala. These responses would just begin to touch on the myriad of issues facing the Toledo District.

    The Toledo District is the poorest district in the country, with 79% of the population living below the poverty line. The district has the highest number of small-scale farmers in the country, and the highest forest-to-farm conversion rate in the country. As the most underdeveloped district in the Belize, many communities in the district lack basic services (electricity, potable water, etc.), and many are struggling to feed their families.

     

    Solar panel at a home in Conejo
    Solar panel at a home in Conejo

     

    In addition to these struggles, the district is facing oil exploration by United States Capital Energy (USCE) and road construction through the countryside to complete the Southern Highway. These interventions inspire conflicting opinions. Some bitterly oppose the oil drilling and road construction, aware of countless empty promises of wealth and development, and the guaranteed environmental destruction. Others, desperate for a job and desiring infrastructure improvements, welcome these developments.

     

    Empty U.S. Capital Energy health building
    Empty U.S. Capital Energy health building

     

    It is in this setting that SATIIM works. SATIIM, or the Sarstoon Temash Institute for Indigenous Management, was formed in 1997 in response to the establishment of the Sarstoon Temash National Park, a 41,898-acre park. SATIIM was started to work together with communities surrounding the park to manage it, employing five rangers to monitor the park.

    Over time however, SATIIM has morphed with the needs of communities. It has conducted environmental awareness campaigns. It has helped fight for traditional land rights for the communities surrounding the parks. It has helped communities assert their rights to fight against oil drilling. Now, with exploratory seismic lines crisscrossing communities and the park, SATIIM is walking the fine line of alerting communities that oil companies traditionally have not honored their promises while also increasing indigenous rights so they can make informed decisions. If oil drilling is going to happen, SATIIM is working to ensure that it is done in a socially and environmentally responsible way, and that communities truly benefit.

     

    SATIIM's resource center in Midway
    SATIIM’s resource center in Midway

     

    In addition to these projects, SATIIM is keenly aware of the economic issues facing the communities it works with, and is pursuing several sustainable development projects. These projects range from sustainable agroforestry (farming in more sustainable, diverse plots) to sustainable forestry (selective and limited logging). It is SATIIM’s belief that a successful advocacy campaign involves increasing communities’ knowledge on various issues and increasing communities’ capabilities through sustainable development projects. It is with this model and belief that SATIIM is engaging communities, seeking to make a dent in the variety of issues plaguing the Toledo District.

  • 48 HOUR MICRO-CREDIT TESTER

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    After a seven-hour bus ride and two-hours on a ferry, Saidul Huq and I finally got to Barisal. I have a lot to say about that particular bus ride, but I think I’ll spare you the distress. Most importantly, my travel partner and I arrived at our destination still (miraculously) in one piece.

     

     

    Meeting with the Micro-credit group in Barisal
    Meeting with the Micro-credit group in Barisal

     

    For those of you unfamiliar with BERDO, Saidul is the founder and Executive Director. He is also blind and has been since he was six. In my first weeks here he was my guide. I’ll never forget having Saidul give me a tour of city: we were riding in a rickshaw and he was pointing out all of the landmarks – “stadium on your left now…this is the government building on our right”, and so on. It was impressive to say the least.

    Saidul and I were taking this trip so I could get acquainted with BERDO’s micro-credit program, which operates in three different locations including Barisal. During our short stay there I met with two local woman’s groups who receive Micro-loans: one strictly made up of women and the other (as far as I could tell) consisting of all women but without claiming the title.

    It was an amazing and totally different experience than Dhaka. The first thing I noticed about Barisal, to my relief, was the improved air quality and the reduced noise. The second thing I noticed was the generosity of its people. Their level of generosity is humbling. On countless occasions I have been invited in to strangers’ homes and fed a meal. Not to mention the numerous cups of tea.

    The groups we met with in Barisal were formed around the programming that BERDO provides. If you get a loan, you definitely want to be part of one of these group. Outside of being a great resource economically, they provide a social environment that would be hard to come by if not for the structure of the programming.

     

    Tania on the Left
    Tania on the Left

     

    Saidul translated for me as I asked Woman about their lives and their loans in particular.

    Tania had taken out a loan for 8,000 TK (100 dollars). She keeps her finances separate from her husband’s and has learned how to use a shoe-making machine. She volunteered her time making shoes with another woman in the community, so she could learn the trade. When the time came, she bought her own machine and went into business. She said this was only possible because of the loan she received from BERDO. Saving in Bangladesh is not easy when you make a dollar a day (if you’re lucky). Before her loan, Tania wasn’t making any money and was supported on the $3 dollars a day her husband makes as an interior painter. They also have a child. Now she is making 700 TK a week (8 dollars) and is repaying to loan on time. It might not sound like much, but when you consider what it will mean for her when the loan is paid off, it’s a pretty incredible thing.

    I’m headed back this week on a 12-hour ferry ride from Dhaka to Barisal. I’ll be staying in Barisal for a number of weeks looking into developing more micro-credit options and developing a proposal for donors.

  • NAMASTE!

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    Namaste!

    My name is Rachel and I’m a University of Michigan grad currently working in western Nepal with Backwards Society Education (BASE), a Nepalese NGO that fights child labor, through a fellowship from the Advocacy Project. The Advocacy Project’s mission is to “give a voice to the voiceless,” so my desire is to give a voice to children from marginalized communities, particularly children who have been exploited by child labor.

    I live in Tulsipur, a sizeable town in Dang District, in the Western Terai region near the Indian border.  When my family and friends heard that I was moving to Nepal, I think everyone assumed I’d be backpacking through the Himalyas to work in a remote village accessible only by foot.  I was told to pack sweaters, boots, and other items for cold weather.  Fortunately, I figured that living near the Indian border far from the Himalayas would probably mean that the weather would be hot, so I left the cold weather clothes behind.   Although the weather here is much hotter than I anticipated (like a dry version of Borneo, which was the hottest place I’d ever been to prior to Nepal), I’m excited to be here.  There is so much work to do in terms of child protection and I’m excited to help BASE advocate on behalf of children’s rights.

    I’d like to provide a bit of background information on child labor in Nepal.   According to ILO’s 2012 Nepal Child Labour Report (from data collected in 2008), 1.6 million children work as child laborers in Nepal.  This number may have increased during the past couple of years and I am hoping to find more recent data.  19.7% of working children work in hazardous conditions and of that percentage, three-fifths of those workers are girls.  Hazardous conditions include mining, domestic work, metalwork, textile factories, brick factories…the list goes on and on.  It’s hard to believe that children are working in these industries.  The very thought prompts me to fight child labor.

    I’ve heard people argue that the negative effects of child labor are exaggerated and that Westerners shouldn’t judge a culture for practices we might not fully comprehend.  In a country as poor as Nepal, employing children could be seen as an opportunity for families to earn extra income.  However, I beg to differ.  I believe that child labor prevents children from accessing quality education by keeping children out of school.  Even if employers send children to school, children cannot handle the workload placed upon them by employers in addition to pursuing an education.  Child labor opens up a Pandora’s box of abuse and hardship and keeps children in a cycle of poverty.  Child labor doesn’t improve the lives of children; it impedes their ability to have a childhood and forces them to take on work that is often dangerous and harmful to their development.  Additionally, child labor is linked to human trafficking, as laborers are sometimes transported to different regions of Nepal or even across borders to India and other countries for work.

    As an AP fellow, one of my goals for the summer is to establish a database to track identify and locate child laborers and their employers.  Additionally, my colleague and I will travel to Child Friendly Villages, places that have eradicated or significantly reduced child labor to meet with ex-laborers and learn more about community efforts to end child labor.  BASE intends to use the data they will collect and input into the database to rescue children in 8 districts in Nepal to train lawyers to effectively prosecute employers.  Nepal has never prosecuted employers of child laborers before, and our goal is to bring people to justice.  Additionally, my colleague and I will work with ex-laborers to create quilts called “Love Blankets” to display in the States.  It will be a busy summer, but I am confident that we can achieve our goals by the end of the summer.

    As I will be working during monsoon season, I anticipate that my internet access may not be reliable.  As often as I can, I will update my blog and Flickr account to share my experiences and progress with my readers.  I encourage you to follow me on Twitter at @RachelPalmer765 and check out my pictures on Flickr.  I look forward to sharing my adventures in Nepal with you all!

  • CHILDREN

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    06/14/12

    I’ve made friends.  It seems that every child in Tulsipur has discovered that two Americans live in town, for Alex and I seem to have a little fan club wherever we go.  It’s adorable, to say the least, and very endearing.  I like to sit at Laxmi Café, about a block from my housing complex and write in my journal while snacking on delicious Nepali foods and drinking milk tea, which is so good that I drink it more than coffee (and I can’t live without coffee).  The café is in the center of my neighborhood and provides me with an excellent opportunity to meet the neighbors and see what’s going on.

    The women walk by in their brightly colored saris and kurta suruvals (long tunic dresses with loose fitting pants).  The men casually stroll by, but do a double take when they see me before proceeding on with their business.  The countless Nepalese kids, though, are another matter.  Foreigners don’t often visit Tulsipur, especially tall Caucasian foreigners.  And so they follow us wherever we go, greet us every morning as we leave for work, and wait for us to get home.  Every time I go to the café, the little neighbor kids run over, shouting “Hi! How are you?  What is your name?”  It doesn’t matter how many times I give them the same answer; they always repeat the same questions, since it’s the only English they know.

    The children are adorable and tiny, and the older ones (by older, I mean 8 or 9 years old as opposed to 4) tote babies around on their hips.  They always greet me by pressing their palms together in a palm position and squeaking “Namaste!” in their tiny little voices.  Some of the children can speak English quite well and I try to carry on basic conversations with them.  The English teacher part of me is alive and well.

    Namaste!
    Namaste!
    Our little "fan club"
    Our little “fan club”

     

    Curiousity
    Curiousity

     

    Most of the children in my neighborhood go to school.  I see them walking to school when I head to work each day, wearing state-required uniforms and little children’s ties and shouldering tiny little cartoon-themed backpacks.  They wave and shake my hand as they pass, giggling as they ask me my name and where I’m from.  I swear I’ve shaken the hand of every single child in Tulsipur by now.

    Yet there are also children in my neighborhood who don’t go to school.  Some of them are obviously too young for school, but there are a good number of school-age children who don’t attend.  Many work –  I see them scrubbing floors or pounding out metal in workshops or hauling buckets twice their size down the dusty streets of Tulsipur.  It’s hard to tell if they’re child laborers in a culture where so many children are expected to help with chores.  It would be foolish and judgmental to make assumptions, yet I find myself wondering if the children I talk to every day are forced laborers.  I feel like I become more and more aware of my surroundings with each passing day.  There are many large houses in Dang District that also make me question who cleans and cooks in those places.  If neighbors in tiny two-room homes have domestic servants, how many more children work in homes double or triple the size of my American home?

    As I watch the children play on the streets, I find it difficult to accept that children like these are working in factories, rice fields, mechanic shops, people’s homes, brothels.  During the summers of my college years, I used to take care of American children while their parents worked all day.  I’m trying to picture my little 6-year-old neighbor Ava or her adorable curly-haired sister Sophia scrubbing floors, or working in brick factories instead of playing with dolls or catching butterflies.  The very thought makes me sick to my stomach.  Just thinking about my little American neighbors being forced to work motivates me to support every effort to end child labor here.

    I’ve learned from experience that one of the best ways to answer the many questions about issues like child labor swarming through my head is to get to know the people in my community.  So I’ll be patient and get to know my community without jumping to conclusions about people or children here.  I want to learn about everything – the neighbors, the children, the school systems, community programs….everything.  It will give me a better perspective on the issue and help me understand why children in my neighborhood are working instead of going to school.

     

     

    New friends
    New friends
  • FOURTH ANNUAL CHERRY FESTIVAL OF AIN LEUH – موسم حب الملوك في عين اللوح

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    Although Sefrou is famous throughout Morocco for its annual cherry festival, many of the cherries there are brought in from the Ain Leuh area. I recently learned that 40% of Morocco’s cherries comes from the area, so it’s no wonder so much of the town and so many women of the cooperative are busy in the fields. The cherry farmers need every hand during the short harvest period that this small town can afford! For the past four years Ain Leuh has been celebrating the harvest with a weekend-long celebration.

     

    Picking Cherries
    Picking Cherries

     

     

     

    The festival was held on the soccer field
    The festival was held on the soccer field

     

    The festival really began on Thursday when Khadija the president and Khadija the treasurer sat through a series of meetings with the leaders of the other cooperatives in the area: cherries, honey, embroidery, jam and hand-rolled cous cous. They met to coordinate which cherry-themed treats to offer this Minister of Agriculture during his visit from Rabat (’tis election season). The weaving cooperative chose to make a cherry cake, which I was surprised to watch them bake in a pressure cooker over a fire, and a drink of cherry juice mixed with fresh, local leben, similar to buttermilk.

     

    Khadija, the cooperative's president, her baby Fatima Zahra, and Rashida prepare the cherry cake.
    Khadija, the cooperative’s president, her baby Fatima Zahra, and Rashida prepare the cherry cake.

     

    Friday I attended a kick-off meeting put on by the regional Ministry of Agriculture with Khadija the treasurer and Naima, cooperative member and was impressed with their proactive-ness. There really was no official reason for the cooperative’s presence at the meeting, which was just a series of presentations on the ministry’s various projects in the area. However, after the meeting, they spoke to many people in regional positions of power, introducing themselves and their work, or chatting amicably with previous acquaintances. I’d forgotten that in Morocco, when dealing with the massive bureaucratic system (which the cooperative must do in obtaining and renewing paperwork required for official cooperative status), it is who you know that can certainly ease the process.

    Saturday and Sunday were spent with the women of the cooperative at the festival in their booth. It was a great informal way for the members of the cooperative and me to get to know each other, and for me to understand the structure and spirit of the cooperative. Since Ain Leuh has only two annual festivals, the town came out in full force after the sun went down and stayed out until the early morning hours. The main stage featured traditional Amazigh music and dance from the Ain Leuh area, and there were vendors lining the streets, selling freshly squeezed orange juice, piles of plump cherries, grilled meats and chunks of multicolored nougat. I think the women of the cooperative and indeed all of Ain Leuh enjoyed the break in routine, so much so that Monday was taken as an informal holiday.

    Cherry Festival of Ain Leuh

    A large custom order was placed on Saturday for pile rugs, so now its back to work. On Thursday I’ll travel with Khadija the president to purchase 30 kilograms of wool, about 66 pounds, for the order. I am glad to be able to witness the entire process; from the hours-long discussion of the order with the customer, to the purchase, spinning, and dying of the wool, and then the actual creation of the rug itself.

  • TUZLA

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    Outside my window, the tall Mosque spires and grimy smoke stacks barely peak over the green mountains. The air is thick and hot, I am in Tuzla Bosnia. Home is thousands of miles away, but somehow the ease and comfort of home holds me here in this valley. It only took me three days to get from Glenwood springs, to Denver to Frankfurt Germany to Belgrade Serbia then by bus to Tuzla, Bosnia-Herzegovina. I many ways I cherish long journeys. It gives the spirit time to catch up with the body. After only a few days working at Bosfam, I am glad to have my spirit intact.

    In the northeast mountains of Bosnia, Tuzla is the economic hub of the Muslim/Croat Bosnian Federation. For more than a thousand years, Tuzla has been a constant space of resilience.  Deriving its name from the Turkish word for salt, Tuzla owes its sustained inhabitance to the salt mines underneath the city. The salt has not only ensured continued economic development, but also the preserving powers of salt has sustained the city through its corrosive past.

    Throughout its long history, Tuzla has been a haven of tolerance in a turbulent region. No time was that more evident than during the Bosnian war. Tuza was,  and still is a space of respite for the hundreds of thousands of internally displaced persons in Bosnia. During the war, as other parts of Bosnia were falling to advancing Serb armies, tens of thousands desperately fled to Tuzla.

    In July 1995, through the heat, columns of ‘ghostlike’ refugees fled the genocide underway in the small town of Srebrenica, some 40 miles away. Thousands of men made the harrowing journey through the heavily wooded mountains, many perishing along the way due to heat, fatigue and Serb attacks.  Here in Tulza, the women from Srebrenica were dumped by the busload, with little more than their lives, after being systematically separated from their families and their homes.

    Their lives as they knew them had been annihilated under the glare of the July sun. Tuzla was the place where families heard the fates of their families, desperately grieved and struggled to go on. The salt of Tuzla once again did the unthinkable and sustained the spirit of the people of Srebrenica. Bosfam (Bosnian Family) formed out of this resilience, women came together to support each other, commemorate the lost and seek justice. Today I am witness to the strength and determination of the women of Bosfam as they work each survive and thrive with the living memory of the over 8,000 victims of the Srebrenica genocide.

    Tuzla is not home, but somehow, within the soft curves of the hills it holds tired strangers.

  • DISASTER MANAGEMENT TRAINING IN QUANG BINH/ FAILURE IN RIO

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    “When the next big storm comes,” he said while pointing at the map of his commune, “these are the places that will be flooded and destroyed.” He pointed to other spots on the map. “These places will be safe from floods, so we must remember to go here when the water rises.”

     

    Quang Ninh Commune Disaster Planning
    Quang Ninh Commune Disaster Planning

     

    This was how the June 20th training on climate change in Quang Ninh District ended, with each group of persons with disabilities (PWDs) selecting one of their own to present weather disaster plans to the larger assembled group of local PWDs. The maps, drawn by the PWDs, were the culmination of a three-day training held jointly by the Association for the Empowerment of Persons with Disabilities(AEPD) and Challenge to Change (CtC). Aimed at educating local PWDs on the causes of and methods to prepare for climate change, the training was one of many AEPD and CtC have held throughout Quang Binh Province.

    Ms. Ngyuen Phuc Hoa, CtC’s regional climate change expert, told me that the trainings were developed to meet the demands and needs of poor PWDs in rural Quang Binh. Following 2009′s disastrous Typhoon Ketsana, which flooded 104 of Quang Binh’s 159 communes, it became evident that neither the government nor the international community would provide the resources necessary to deal with the increasingly frequent occurrence of climate disaster. The residents of Quang Binh would have to organize themselves and develop their own reaction plans. AEPD and CtC’s trainings train and assist the most vulnerable subset of the province’s citizens, its PWDs, to accomplish this grassroots emergency planning.

     

    Watching Ms. Hoa's Training on Climate Change
    Watching Ms. Hoa’s Training on Climate Change

     

    In spite of the gloomy subject matter, the mood was light at the Quang Ninh training. The day began with participants singing songs. Laughter filled much of the afternoon. Ms. Hoa explained this by saying that these trainings made the PWDs feel good about themselves, allowing them to contribute meaningfully to a problem faced by their entire communities. Usually poor and bearing a social stigma because of their disabilities, PWDs in rural Vietnam rarely leave their homes. These trainings prove to everyone, themselves included, that the voices of PWDs matter and that their knowledge has value. In a Vietnamese culture that encourages unselfish action on behalf of the community, developing disaster management plans is an opportunity for PWDs to fulfill societal roles that bring deeper meaning to their lives.

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    Most of the media coverage of Rio +20, the UN’s big climate change conference last week, was depressing. The conference’s 283 paragraph outcome document has been derided as “the longest suicide note in history” due to its lack of binding commitments that would force nations and corporations to prevent global environmental catastrophe. From what I’ve read, it seems that the conference’s perceived failures are symptomatic of the international order’s inability to deal with the most important problem it faces, an existential threat to the species.

     

    Quang Ninh Countryside
    Quang Ninh Countryside

     

    It seems incongruous that a meeting of bureaucrats in Rio should have any impact on remote Quang Binh, that the inability of thousands of suits thousands of miles away to agree on a course of action should mean disaster in this beautiful corner of the world. But of course that’s exactly what Rio’s failure means. According to the World Bank, Vietnam is one of 12 countries at highest risk from climate change and is the country most threatened by rising sea levels. Given Quang Binh’s recent history, the World Bank’s language seems inadequate; words like risk and threat denote something to come, a danger that looms. In light of the extreme storms and floods that have killed hundreds and displaced tens of thousands over the last few years, I think it’s fair to say that climate disaster is already upon Vietnam.

    Even if they’re just learning the causes of the recent catastrophes, the persons with disabilities of Quang Binh aren’t ignorant. The recent destruction and mayhem they’ve lived through due to climate change make them more expert in the subject than the majority of the world. They’ve seen the carnage wrought and they know it will return. Yet still they smile as they draw their plans to protect what they have. Perhaps it is because Vietnam’s PWDs are so often the survivors of the man-made disaster of war that they face the task of plotting their survival with such grace.

     

    Drawing a Disaster Map of Quang Ninh
    Drawing a Disaster Map of Quang Ninh

     

    This thought brings me back to Rio+20. The only hopeful press I read on the conference focused not on the diplomats responsible for conceiving the stillborn outcome document, but instead lauded the advocacy and actions of local and regional players using Rio to highlight their own efforts. As the Op-Ed’s authors, Frances Beinecke and Trip Van Noppen (Presidents of the NRDC and Earthjustice, respectively), point out, the people of the world aren’t waiting for global leaders to agree upon global solutions. Informed and affected nations, provinces, and individuals are fighting climate change locally. Perhaps nowhere is this more evident or more moving than in Quang Binh Province, where the blind, the crippled, the deaf, those persons who for years have fought personal struggles for accessibility and equality, band together to fight for the lives of their communities, singing and laughing as they contemplate catastrophe.

     

    A Boy Sneaks a Glance at the Climate Change Training in Quang Ninh
    A Boy Sneaks a Glance at the Climate Change Training in Quang Ninh

     

  • No Good with Numbers

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    6/20/012

    I am not a numbers man. I hated algebra, geometry and all the rest. The recitation of figures doesn’t usually affect me. I can understand them intellectually and know their significance, but they do not move me. I am someone who hears stories; see pictures and talks to people to get emotionally invested. However, sometimes figures can be so shocking, so mind-blowing that they throw you off kilter. This is what occurred yesterday as Rachel and I were creating a database for the child labor program at BASE.

    One of the justifications for child labor is that it is an economic necessity. A family is so poor that it needs every source of income that it can get, even if that source of income is 7 years old and should be reading not scrubbing. In a country as poor as Nepal, with a GDP per capita of $460 you need money where you can get it. I do not accept these arguments as just or correct, but I can understand them intellectually. Bonded child labor is wrong, but it does not mean that the parents that put their children into it are evil. Life is not black and white, even if we wish it was.  Sometimes economic necessity causes people to do things that tear them apart.

    While never accepting this, I understand it. However the numbers in the report show the direness of the situation. The vast majority of the children in bonded labor make between 250 and 500 Rupees a month. At todays exchange rate that is between $2.90 and $5.75 A MONTH. Let that wash over you for a second; it took me over 5 minutes to even begin working again after figuring this out. This amount is such a pittance that you are both furious at the parents for subjecting their children to harsh conditions and 15 hour work days for such an amount and realize the crushing poverty they are in that they are willing to subject their children to this for such an amount and the promise of the meager rations the children receive.

    I wish I could rail against parents and the evil of bonded labor. Yes, bonded labor is unequivocally wrong, but so are the economic conditions that drive parents to this. So are schools fees (which some employers promise to pay) in one of the poorest countries in the world. The lack of infrastructure, economic prospects, upward mobility and good government are also wrong. Nepal is suffering from so many wrongs, that who know what it is right and who can judge anymore. I have spent more on Coca-Cola in the past week than these children earn in a month and I have certainly not put in anywhere near the effort that they have.

    We must steel ourselves for the many challenges that the people face in Nepal. Everyday BASE is dealing with another challenge. They are trying to tackle poverty, education deficiency, micro-enterprise, environmental degradation and so much more. Sometimes you feel that they are being too broad, but then you look at the range of problems and feel they are not being broad enough. Bonded Child Labor is wrong, but it is not something that can be stopped, just by telling people it’s wrong. Bonded labor will only be ended in Nepal when other wrongs are righted. Till then the numbers will stay depressing, hopefully they will improve with all of the work going into stopping child labor, but till then even reading a database will cause soul searching.

  • I Don’t Want to Wonder

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    6/18/2012

    We didn’t have water on Saturday. With the monsoon arriving late water has been at a premium in Tulispur. I know you’re thinking Alex I didn’t sign up for your blog to hear about your complaining. More likely the only person reading is my mother and she has gone into a fit that I am going to die of dehydration. Hi mom I’m ok I drink bottled not tap water. For my other probably non-existent readers this is interesting not because we didn’t have water but the incident it led to.

    I was walking back from the bus that had taken me and some BASE friends to the Hindu temple in Gurka. As I was walking I saw a girl walking carrying two jugs full of water, collected from a communal tap. I went to help this girl who looked a super skinny 10. As I tried to help her she resisted and a man yelled at me. As I played it over in my mind I kept wondering if I had run into a bonded laborer in my own neighborhood. The whole incident was weird, especially in a neighborhood where I am essentially a celebrity and everyone knows me. I found myself thinking that she looked darker than the other kids in the neighborhood; how I had never seen her in a school uniform and that it was weird that a child was carrying so much water at 7pm.

    I have no way of knowing whether or not she was a bonded laborer. I will continue to poke around because I am almost certain there are bonded laborers in our neighborhood. However it has struck that it this is an insidious part of the problem. In Nepal there are children who are bonded laborers. If I lived here would I want to spend my time wondering if every child I met was a child slave? That would be emotionally draining and an impossible thing for anyone to bear. I can understand how the population does not want to think about. It is something that they have rationalized as normal or more likely something they disapprove of but cannot handle thinking about too much. The thought of children, often the same age as your own working against their will, not getting an education and often being abused is more than anyone can take for an extended period of time.

    What's Their Story?

    I am drawn to working with children because they cannot protect themselves. There entire well-being depends on their parents, society, the government and others have their best interest at heart. In Nepal the government is too weak to enforce its own laws and cannot even write a constitution, much less conduct raids and end impunity of those who hold children against their will. Parents often have no means to support the children and society pushes them into using their children to support themselves and possibly other children. It is up to society to no longer accept bonded labor. I believe the tide is turning against child labor. After a meeting with the Asia foundation’s head in Nepal he said that he believes that bonded labor is on the outs. I am working with BASE to collect and tabulate data that proves this hypothesis. Hopefully it is right and the country is moving in the right direction and BASE has had a positive impact on that. However, it is not moving fast enough and truly never can. Everyday a child spends in bonded labor is a day of their childhood that is lost, a day of school that can never be made up. The fight against the problem is ongoing, but it is difficult. When I look at a child I want to wonder about their potential, I want to see the joy in there eyes of play and be jealous at the freedom of childhood. What I do not want to wonder is whether or not they are working 20 hours a day against their will in one of my neighbor’s houses.

  • Wait we work on Sunday?

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    6/13/2012

    Welcome!! I am glad you have decided to join me. I arrived in Tulispur on Friday the 8th, after a short flight on Buddha Air and 3 hour car ride. I would have preferred to take the awesomely named Yeti Airlines, but alas schedule and safety overtook name sweetness in the decision making process. Our subsequent ride was scenic, bumpy and allowed me to try Dhal Bhat for the first time. Dhal Bhat is the national dish of Nepal. It is rice served with a light lentil soup that the diner mixes together on their plate. It was delicious, however I learned an important lesson and that is NEVER finish your plate in Nepal. As I was finishing my rice and before I could react our gracious host was pushing a pizza pan worth of rice on to my plate. I valiantly tried to consume this plus the additional dahl and chutney I was given, but after consuming more rice than Chipotle uses in a week I had to admit defeat.  This is a lesson I am constantly learning, but it seems the threshold for additional food for guests at most homes is not finished so much as halfway done.

    When you arrive in the Terai, the plain that makes up the southern half of Nepal, the first thing that hits you is the heat. As we drove the wind felt like moving heat. It hit 43 C (108ish) on the 8th and it’s been pretty similar ever since.  Rachel and I are sharing a 1 room apartment, with no ceiling fan, a bucket shower and squat toilet, but we do have Indian satellite TV, when we have power which is about 30% of the time. Additionally I put up my mosquito net so hopefully the 100 bites I got in my first days in Kathmandu will be the high water mark for the time here.

    Dang Valley

    As for work it is exciting getting into a new challenge. I have gotten to know the work of BASE very well. However, I have learned that in Nepal the only day off is Saturday. Not only is this messing with my internal clock, causing me to constantly think it is one day later than it is, but it also rubs me the wrong way. If I remember my history correctly the USA fought the Spanish-American war over the right to a 5 day work week. On the positive side it is not the 7 day weeks I worked in El Salvador and does allow us to do more work, which pleases me.

    My cohort Rachel Palmer and I have been helping BASE to edit their annual report. They have 13 programs covering health, micro-economic development, environmental restoration and of course children issues.  Using this and conversations with the BASE workers, especially our liaison Pinky we are developing a work plan for the next few months. This will include creating a database and tracking to help improve the trailing of bonded child laborers and where they work. This is an important step to helping eliminate this scourge in a systematic way. We will also be working with Child Friendly Villages and helping develop plans to expand and fund the fight against bonded labor.

    I will leave it here. I believe that internet capable of uploading a blog is going to spotty at best. Therefore I will most likely be posting several blogs at a time and will put the date that they were written under the title. This way my thoughts will still be chronicled and you my loyal reader, or more likely my mother, can see the evolution of my thoughts and experience. Also for those of you who cannot get enough, I encourage you to follow me on twitter @donalexkelly. I do have better access to twitter and try to update it once a day. Thanks for reading and if you need me this Sunday I’ll be working.

  • Let it Begin!!

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    Let it Begin!

    05/30/2012

    The idea of Nepal, with its spectacular peaks and varied peoples is romantically alluring. Scenes of trekking and hopping over to India filled my mind when I first found out I was going to Nepal. However, as I prepare to depart these are the furthest things from my mind. Instead my thoughts are occupied by how I can learn more about the issue of child slavery and exploitation in the Dang district and within the Tharu community in Nepal. Additionally I am very nervous. While I have over 5 years of experience working on issues that affect children all of this experience took place in Central America. Moving to a new continent is a daunting task. I believe that children have the same needs everywhere. The right to education, the right to healthcare, the right to family and most importantly a right to innocence. It is this innocence and ability to consistently grow in difficult situations that draws me to their plight. It is what has drawn me to this new continent.

    Map nepal

    The chance to make even a tiny impact on an issue as reprehensible as child slavery and exploitation is bewildering. With only a summer I have been trying to become as prepared as possible before I arrive in Tulispur. I have been reading the 5 year plan of my host organization BASE and thinking of the ways that I can help them in their fight to end Child Slavery. I know that my ideas will probably change radically when I get on the ground. The field has a way of changing the best laid plans. Yet, this is why I love field work, it pushes you around and makes you question everything you know, but it also picks you up and lets you know you’re making an impact.

    Over the next 3 months I hope that you will join me on my journey to Tulispur, Nepal and back again. Over that time I hope that we can all learn more about child bondage and the waves of change that are taking place in Nepal. I, as your humble blogger, promise that the entries will be colorful, noble and heartbreaking. I also hope that you humble reader will give me your opinions and feedback on this blog. As a first time traveler to Nepal and first time blogger any advice or comments will be appreciated. I will leave it here for now. As I have not actually left yet I do not have a lot to say, except thank you for joining me on this journey and I can’t wait to touch down in Kathmandu in 5 days.

     

  • First Impressions: Uganda, The Pearl of Africa

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    It’s my first week in Uganda and it already feels like home! Within the short time I’ve been here,  I’ve maneuvered through traffic on the back of a motorbike with my luggage by my side, cooked chapatis from scratch, fetched water from the local well, and trekked 3km to town, which is about 2 miles. The hospitality of the people, the vibrant culture and the beautiful scenery are just some of the few reasons why I admire Uganda.

    On my way to Soroti from Entebbe, I got the chance to understand why Uganda is called the Pearl of Africa. The stunning green valley, snow capped mountains, crystal clear lakes and the rich mosaic of cultures convey the true beauty of Uganda. However, within this beautiful country lies a serious issue that has brought me all the way from the States. This issue is defined in two simply words: Child Sacrifice.

    Having spent a part of my childhood in Nigeria, I’m very familiar with the practices of witchdoctors, which ranges from herbal medicine to human sacrifice.  However, the extent to how these rituals have been embedded in the Ugandan culture has baffled me. The rituals of witchdoctors in Uganda are embraced and accepted by some of their citizens and even high officials in the government. While talking to some of the community members, I was shocked to hear that during last year’s presidential election, President Yoweri Museveni hired hundreds of witchdoctors from around the country to pray for him, so that he could win the election. I was even more shocked when I came across an ad in the newspaper of a witchdoctor advertising his business.

    Some people still believe that child sacrifice is something that took place in the distant past. But the sad reality is that child sacrifice is extremely alive and well in Uganda. For the past few days, I’ve gotten the chance to hear story after story about children who have been killed or had their bodies mutilated by witchdoctors. One of which is the horrific story of Santos and Leah’s only son Gideon, whom the organization is named after.  In my next blog, I’ll talk more about The Gideon Foundation and the founders.

    Those of you who know me know that I’m very passionate about the work I’ll be doing this summer.  My work in Uganda is the beginning of a longtime commitment to social justice and advocacy against child sacrifice. My summer work-plan will be filled with interviewing police officers, former witchdoctors, church leaders and families who have been affected by child sacrifice. In addition, I’ll be putting together a quilt that would allow those families to tell their stories and convey their message.

    Here’s a short video I put together that shows my journey from Entebbe to Soroti:  httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bHkaSdJsQc&feature=youtu.be

    I end this blog entry by saying Ayalama Noyee, which means thank you in Ateso. Ayalama Noyee to those who have supported me on my journey to Uganda.

    Until next time!

  • WELCOME TO AIN LEUH – مرحبا الى عين لوح

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    As the grand taxi climbed further up the mountain away from Fez, the air slowly cooled and all seven of us stuffed in the car were thankful for it. Transport by grand taxi from town to town is cheap here, about $5 for the 2.5 hour ride from Fez to Ain Leuh, but it means being packed in four to the backseat, two to the front seat of an old Mercedes. Uncomfortable at best, it’s suffocating in Fez’s heat.

    Ain Leuh, though, is cool and breezy, high in the Middle Atlas mountains. Although the hillsides are crispy and browned, productive fields and orchards spill out into the valley from where the town sits, tucked between hills.

    The weaving cooperative, Cooperative des Tisseuses d’Ain Leuh, is larger than I expected. There are three large workshops and 20 to 30 women involved with the business to varying degrees. I’ve met only a handful of women in the week I’ve been here. The rest are all taking advantage of seasonal work picking cherries. It pays 60 Moroccan dirhams a day, about $8. Not a bad wage, I’m told.

     

    The Cooperative's storefront sign
    The Cooperative’s storefront sign

     

    The women I’ve met are warm, welcoming, and the primary wage earners of their families. Most people of Ain Leuh are poor, relying primarily on cherries and apples as a means of income. It is high cherry season now, and the town is excitedly preparing for the cherry festival this coming weekend.

    I’m staying with Khadija, the cooperative’s treasurer next door to the town’s only mosque. She lives in a humble three room apartment with her five year old son, Mehdi, and 17 year old daughter, Nadia. Her husband works in Azrou, the next town over selling svinj, Moroccan donuts. He lives in Azrou and only comes home on the weekends, which means the house, like the cooperative, is a man-free zone.

    The streets of Ain Leuh are steep and narrow. Donkeys frequently traverse the city, although small cars occasionally drive through too. The path from the bottom of the city, near the town’s only mosque and Khadija’s home, to the cooperative near the top of town is easily seven stories of steep staircases.

    Living life takes time here. The women of the cooperative keep very busy. In addition to working a full day at the looms in the cooperative, most are married with children. This translates to cooking a full lunch and dinner with homemade bread, handwashing a family’s worth of clothes, shopping for food at the weeklysouq (open market), and keeping a clean house.

     

    Path to the weekly souq of Ain Leuh
    Path to the weekly souq of Ain Leuh

     

     

    A typical display of produce at the Wednesday souq of Ain Leuh
    A typical display of produce at the Wednesday souq of Ain Leuh

    A typical display of produce at the Wednesay souq of Ain Leuh.

    Today the women of the cooperative are busy making desserts for the upcoming cherry festival. They’ll have a booth to sell their weavings, and have decided this year that a good way to tempt more customers to their booth is with cherry cakes, tarts, and juices. I can’t wait for Saturday!

  • ME, SERENDIPITY AND THE GDPU

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    Life. It’s unpredictable. It’s bewildering, befuddling and beautiful all at the same time. And if you let it, it may just guide you to your dreams, even if you’re not expecting it.

    Hello, my name is Dane Macri. If you are just joining me you are coming at the start of what is to be a once in a life time experience in northern Uganda where I have been privileged enough to serve as a Peace Fellow for the organization the Gulu Disabled Persons Union (GDPU) through the NGO the Advocacy Project. For the next three months I will be working as advocate for a much marginalized community in northern Uganda, persons with disabilities. I will be working in outreach, fundraising and ICT support, telling peoples’ stories through creating profiles and videos and assisting in strategic planning with the GDPU to meet long term goals and create social change. All the while I will be sharing my experiences with you through this blog.

    However, if you are going to join me electronically for this journey I feel we should start at the beginning of this story, the very beginning. The unlikely beginning of this journey started 5 years ago with a reluctant trip to the mall, a cinnabon and a little bit of fate, otherwise known as serendipity.

    (The cinnabon really has nothing to do with the story, it was just too delicious not to mention)

    Serendipity and the Cinnabon

    Five years ago I reluctantly went on a mall- date with a girl who just wanted to ‘look around’.  This concept of looking at clothes always baffled me. If you were going to ‘just’ look at something it might as well be interesting and entertaining. Needless to say my alternative of ‘just’ looking at the basketball game was declined.

    While standing around aimlessly as my lady friend perused jeans that were purposefully pre-ripped (a baffling concept to me) I came across a documentary about Uganda. Now I am not an experienced shopper by any means. In fact, I dislike going to the mall so much I usually reward myself for the unwelcomed trip with a cinnabon. However, despite my low shopping I.Q. I am aware that movies are not typically sold in clothing stores, especially movies documenting the issue of child soldiers in Uganda. This is where I believe fate stepped in.

    In addition to my habitual cinnabon purchase that day I also bought a documentary about child soldiers in Uganda entitled Invisible Children: The Rough Cut. After watching it I instantly became disgusted and inspired by what I saw. I was made aware of the human rights violations occurring in Uganda and had developed a thirst for learning more about this issue. If children were being abducted by the thousands in Canada, forced to kill their own relatives and systematically conscripted through fear and traumatic abuse to become soldiers for a heinous rebel group something would be done to stop this. Why not in Uganda? I became inspired to get involved to some capacity.

    This inspiration led me to northern Uganda in the summer of 2011 where I served as an instructor for the Invisible Children Teacher Exchange program, team teaching with a Ugandan teacher and focusing on critical pedagogy, student-centered methodologies and initiating an after school ultimate Frisbee club. During my stay in Gulu I met a wonderful man named Richard Omana while walking down the street. Richard literally rolled up next to me. He was in a bulky three wheeled wheelchair that looked more like a Roman chariot than the wheelchairs I have been accustom to seeing in Canada. Richard exercised his mobility in his chair by using his hands to peddle a chain similar to that of a bicycle. Richard and I had an instant connection and became great friends. He introduced me to the place which he described as ‘the only place where he could use the bathroom’. This place was the Gulu Disabled Persons Union, otherwise known as the GDPU. This place also had the only wheelchair accessible washroom for a person with a disability in the entire region. During my stay in Gulu in 2011, this was the place I felt I had been called to. On my days off from teaching I helped coach the youth wheel chair basketball league. I also met a Peace Fellow named Rebecca who told me ALL about the Advocacy Project and the wonderful work they do. And the rest they say, is history.

     

    Richard and I after he made me a traditional Ugandan shirt. Richard makes a living through being an excellent tailor
    Richard and I after he made me a traditional Ugandan shirt. Richard makes a living through being an excellent tailor

     

    Can you believe I wanted to watch basketball that day instead of going to the mall?!

    APWOYO MATEK (thank you) and peace,

    Dane

     

    Next Blog Topic: The Advocacy Project, the GDPU and my Expectation

  • DIESEL EXHAUST, HOSPITALITY, AND POTENTIAL

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    On my seventh day here I heard that Dhaka is the second least livable city in the world. I can attest to it being challenging. I know most of how I’ve felt about it has come from being culturally shaken and jet lagged, but there are some facts about the city that just aren’t so nice. Loudness is the “at rest” state of things and everyone and their brother honks day and night. I knew it would be hot, but when I look at my phone and it tells me the “real feel” is one hundred and twenty degrees I shake my head and drink more boiled water. The air quality in Dhaka is like the air quality in a closed off garage after a car has been running inside for ten to fifteen minutes. Every CNG driver has what I call the “CNG cough” because the air they breathe all day is so bad. My friend advised me before arriving in Dhaka: “Do not break a leg, but breathe, and open your heart”. I’ve already made great friends by keeping an open heart, but when I breath its almost always diesel exhaust.

    In all of this change, I’ve struggled to hold onto things that remind me of home. In the past three months I had been running everyday. In an effort to hold onto something familiar I’ve tried to continue my running, but it’s defiantly a clash of culture. First off, people aren’t use to seeing a white guy in such short shorts. Secondly, people don’t exercise here and if they do it’s in the privacy of their own home. There is also the fact that I’m a foreigner…that means I’ve got at least 5 kids running behind me at all times. So I’m holding on… just in a different way than I had expected. I still run.

    All of the frantic energy of the city makes meeting new people easy and I have been invited into small shacks, offices, and street corners for tea again and again. My most reliable and caring friend here is a benefactor from BERDO’s programming. Soultan was hit by typhoid at a young age and as a result has a deformed lower body and spine. He walks, but with a limp and slowly. I have been walking around my neighborhood trying to get familiar with the place after work. The first couple times I went alone and was stared at by nearly everyone within a fifty-foot radius. I was surprised the first time Soultan and I went for a walk and I wasn’t the one being stared at anymore. Everyone was staring at Soultan because of his deformity. It was then that I realized how stigmatized having a disability in Bangladesh is, and the challenges BERDO faces in making effective social change. Soultan doesn’t seem to mind being stared at and our mutual understanding of being different has strengthened our friendship.

    I came across this quote while doing some research on disability and sustainability:

    “All environments, built and wild, are not innocently constructed, and disability itself is a relative category, contingent upon social and physical context”.

    After reading the quote I thought about what it means for Bangladesh. There has been very little thought given to the challenges the “disabled” face when planning any social or physical environment in Bangladesh. That is not likely to change in the near future. What can and will change the social understanding of “disability” is through empowering individuals by educating the marginalized, giving them access to the mainstream economy, and advocating for their rights. I know there are more options for instigating social change, if you have suggestions please feel free to comment. My work will focus mainly on developing ways for the “disabled” to be economically independent within the mainstream economy. This task seems daunting given that there are nineteen million people in this city and most of them are willing to work for a dollar a day and they don’t have a “disability” but I have seen BERDO’s work change peoples lives. That’s enough for me to give it my all…

  • So… Why Vancouver?

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    Contrary to my fellow comrades, I am not taking a lot of risks this summer – unless I experience a surprise skunk attack on my way home (which would be most unpleasant). ADAPP is in Vancouver, Canada; that’s where its founder, Faktheh Luna Zamani has been living since 2006. The current situation in Iran wouldn’t allow the organization to function efficiently, or at all as a matter of fact. It does make sense that ADAPP is expatriated but then: why Vancouver? That was one of my first questions for Fakhteh. Don’t get me wrong: this is probably one of the nicest city I could envision living: mountains on one side, the Pacific ocean on the other, a modern and incredibly clean city in the middle, green spaces, no pollution…  but maybe not the first city choice when you’re trying to lobby for a unique and sensitive political cause.

    Vancouver Skyline
    Well, the reason is simple and slightly embarrassing but Vancouver is simply too beautiful. And it is. Nature and architecture coexist in a unique and harmonious fashion. Those days will end and eventually ADAPP’s headquarters will move, along with Fakhteh. Vancouver will be missed but it is time, ADAPP is receiving attention and increasing exposure. The European Parliament has debated the issue of minorities in Iran, which is a huge achievement and a crucial step in the recognition of the cause itself. The United Nations are also aware of the situation and asked for a report…

    This first week with ADAPP has been a great introduction to the issue of Azerbaijani Turks in Iran and the everyday functioning of a small non-governmental organization. Immediately upon my arrival (on a Monday) I start working on the report for the United Nations’ Special Rapporteur on Iran due on the vey same weekend but that I need to finish for Wednesday afternoon before sending it for editing. Needless to say, the first week went fast but was highly productive and instructive. We also sent out a public statement on the political prisoner Said Matinpour who was sent to solitary confinement for attending a memorial ceremony in honor of the Iranian journalist Hoda Saber who died last year of a hunger strike. You can read the full statement here.

    Gathering information wasn’t facilitated by the fact that ADAPP’s website has been taken down and is now gone. Apparently hacking websites and email accounts is everyday’s routine in the life of an ADAPP’s activist.

    After the rush of the first days, I had more time to meet the other members of ADAPP and discuss with them. I learned a lot in the first week, reading articles, older reports, but what I found most interesting and rewarding were the conversations I had with the people involved with ADAPP on minorities in Iran. I’ve learned so much more from my conversations with Fakhteh, Yashar, Yahya, Alirza, Hannah or random Iranian guy at the Starbucks.

    Azerbaijanis (also referred to as Azerbaijani Turks or Turks) are denied the most basic and fundamental cultural rights; the Iranian government doesn’t recognize their culture and language, doesn’t allow any public space for discussion, they are exposed to a daily underlying and deeply rooted racism in their everyday lives and the truth is: nobody can even remember where it comes from. It is so deeply rooted that most people don’t even realize that it even exists. And that’s the scary part.  Is it ignorance? Denial?

    I was writing this blog today in a Starbucks when someone interrupted me and started a conversation. Interestingly, he was Iranian, from the Persian community. That was my chance to ask a member of the other community his opinion and vision, and confirm (or infirm) what I was hearing from the Iranian Azerbaijanis. Well… he said that in the Azerbaijani part, everybody spoke Azerbaijani Turkish as well as Persian, inferring that it wasn’t a big deal that they didn’t have anything in Turkish.  (That is not true, a lot of people are illiterate and cannot speak Persian). He affirmed that Iran wasn’t a racist country, or at least not internally, and especially not against the minorities: “We like the Turks! They are cute” He had to go at that point but I bet that the conversation wouldn’t have gone much further. I thought it was pretty revealing and insightful.

    So why are they sent to prison, tortured and put in solitary confinement? Why do they flee the country and become political refugees? What exactly is going on there?

    Clouds over Vancouver

    As much as they try to suppress it, Iran is a multicultural country with different ethnic and religious groups that have coexisted for centuries. Trying to ignore the differences and cultivating a society based on discrimination is a recipe for a civil war. I still have to learn and I will write much more on these issues, as this is fairly new to me, but from what I gathered from the Azerbaijanis I’ve met, the discussion is only starting and quite sensitive but I’m looking forward to look more seriously into it.

    I predict that these three months will go flying by. Among the tasks, and punctual projects that I will get myself into, are:

    • Helping redesigning and managing the new website if the old version can’t be saved: more on that in the coming days
    • Create a French version of the website as well as a French version of this blog
    • Help with the fundraising
    • Write/film individual profiles on the members of ADAPP
    • Make a compilation of individual cases
    • Research and eventually write a piece on the Azerbaijani dentity, Racism in Iran…

    The more I’ll get into the issue, the more detailed my posts will be. This was just an overview of what is to come but there is plenty. Right now we are trying to establish a list of current Azerbaijani detainees.And while the website is down, come check out our Facebook page!And here is the video of the debate from the European Parliament in Strasbourg:

    httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wLnIq9d_tMfeature=player_embedded

  • LET THE JOURNEY BEGIN!

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    Last week was my first week as a peace fellow with DWRC (Democracy and Workers Rights Center) and more specifically with the GFITUP (General Federation of Independent Trade Unions-Palestine). The federation was created in 2007 and it is the only trade union in Palestine that is not politicized and is independent of all political parties. This is contrary to the other two trade unions that are very associated with Palestinian political parties. Having independent trade unions does not mean that the members of the union have no particular political affiliation. It rather means that their decision-making is independent from the government, employers and political parties. Democracy, transparency and the representation of women and youth are also very important principles for the federation. I will have more to say on this topic when I get more involved with the different unions in the federation.

    DWRC, West Bank-Ramallah
    DWRC, West Bank-Ramallah
    Ramallah

    One of the problems of the federation is that no one has a full-time job as employer in the federation. All of those who are part of the administrative body have other jobs and thus we do not find anyone in the main office of the federation. Anas is the main person who works for the federation, but cannot do everything he has to do because of lack of time and money. Another main issue of the federation is that they do not have an International voice and have no connections with other unions around the world. Thus, it will be my main goal during my fellowship to help the federation raise its voice and get in contact with other unions. As a starting point, I started working on the website of the federation. It needs a lot of improvement, updating of information and of photos. The website is in Arabic and in English so I started working on the Arabic version and I am trying to do my best to improve it.

    I will not keep talking about the other things I will work on during my fellowship. I would rather like to talk about Palestinian workers in Israel. Many Palestinians in the West Bank try to find jobs in Israel because they are paid better, although they are not paid as Israeli workers and are considered by Israel as cheap labor. There are two main categories of Palestinian workers in Israel: those who work legally (have work permits) and those who work illegally (have no work permits). Both have to pay a lot to get into Israel (300NIS-500 NIS/ around $100) in a trip that is very tiring and dangerous (especially for those who do not have work permits). Several workers die on their way to work; many get arrested by Israeli soldiers in case they do not have work permits; and those who have work permits might get fired when they arrive late to work because of the delay at checkpoints. Therefore, Palestinian workers wake up at around 3 or 4 a.m. in order to be able to start working on time, since many have to pass through more than one checkpoint to arrive to work.

    Palestinian workers at Efrain checkpoint, going to Israel (source: Palestine Journals)
    Palestinian workers at Efrain checkpoint, going to Israel (source: Palestine Journals)
    Efrain checkpoint

    Most of these Palestinian workers are exploited by Israeli employers, especially those who do not have work permits. Israeli employers are aware of their illegal status, and threaten of handing them to the Israeli authorities if they complain about anything. These workers stay for several months in Israel without going back to their homes in the West Bank. Many of them are married and have children. One of the things that Anas told me and that surprised me is that these workers have sex with Russian or Israeli women without using any kind of protection and might thus get infected with HIV and transmit the virus later to their wives. For further information on this topic, please visit this website. The study was done in Arabic but I am thinking of translating it to English to make it more accessible to those who do not read Arabic. It is a very interesting article and a taboo subject in the Palestinian society. I should get the approval of the federation first and then I will translate and publish the article with AP.

  • FIRST DAYS IN VIETNAM

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    Four days after arriving in Vietnam, my face hurts from excessive smiling. The people, the food, the physical beauty of this place overwhelm me. Even the prospect of perpetual sweat dripping down my brow doesn’t seem so bad, maybe because I have thick eyebrows.

     

    Dong Hoi Dusk
    Dong Hoi Dusk

     

    More than any other reason, I’ve been smiling because of the work I came to do. For the next ten weeks, I’ll work for the Association for the Empowerment of Persons with Disabilities (AEPD) in Dong Hoi, Quang Binh Province. AEPD serves and advocates on behalf of disabled Vietnamese, the majority of whom owe their condition to the wars that racked the country during the latter half of the 20th century. Due to the increasing frequency of mass flooding in Vietnam and the disproportionate impact this has on AEPD’s constituency, their mission has expanded to include climate change advocacy.

    I’ll spend my summer creating video bios of AEPD’s clientele and possibly a longer piece documenting the plight of Quang Binh’s disabled in the face of climate change. I will also help coordinate a group of local disabled people in the creation of a quilt that will tell stories from their lives (like this one). Hopefully these projects will bring attention to the challenges faced by Vietnam’s disabled and garner funding from international donors to support AEPD’s work.

    Prior to arriving in Dong Hoi, I was in Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC) for a day. I only had time to explore its center, but from what I saw it deserves its hype as the heart of Vietnam’s rapid economic development. It seemed that everything was under construction, in a good way. New buildings sprung from city blocks like grass between sidewalk cracks.

     

    Rex Hotel Bar Ho Chi Minh View
    Rex Hotel Bar Ho Chi Minh View

     

    While in HCMC I visited the War Remnants Museum, which is dedicated to what is known in Vietnam as The American War. Even after all the movies and books and newsreels I’ve been exposed to as an American citizen, visiting the museum was a fresh gut punch. I expected the captured tanks, the defused bombs, and the gruesome pictures (of which there are many); what I didn’t expect was how effectively the museum juxtaposes statements made by US politicians and historical figures with the reality of what Americans call The Vietnamese War. As a graduate student of international affairs, I often find moral relativism complicating my analyses of horrific events. Places like the War Remnants Museum remind me that there are simple goods and simple bads, and war is simply bad.

     

    Vietnam War Remnants Museum - American Declaration of Independence
    Vietnam War Remnants Museum – American Declaration of Independence

     

    The Museum’s exhibit on the lasting effects of Agent Orange was especially tough to view. It tells the story of the unintended consequences of environmental destruction carried out for the “greater good” of combatting Communism. The end of the exhibit features a letter written by a 23-year old Agent Orange victim, Tran Thi Hoan, to President Obama, asking for US aid to help the tens of thousands of Vietnamese dioxin survivors, a letter to which the President has not responded.

    I wish I could say that the prospect of working with AEPD seems like a chance to repay a small portion of America’s debt to the living Vietnamese people most impacted by the war, but I don’t think debts like that are ever paid. Nevertheless, in a world where there is good and there is bad, the work AEPD does is good. And that’s enough for me.

  • FIRST IMPRESSIONS: ENTREPRENEURSHIP

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    I’ve been in Bugolobi, a suburb of Kampala, for a little over a week. There’s been much to observe and get used to – new food, language, city.

    I’ll get to those things later. The thing that sticks out to me most, right now, is the spirit of entrepreneurship I’ve seen.

    In the U.S., I’ve become accustomed to thinking of entrepreneurs as creating something in the hopes of making billions of dollars. Apple, Microsoft, Facebook, Twitter. Ideas that, if successfully executed, set you up for a luxurious life. Granted, there’s usually a bit of risk: start-up investments, leaving a day-to-day, generally secure job. But, generally the idea is that if you go off the normal path and take a risk, you have the possibility of a big reward.

    I’ve never really thought about entrepreneurship as a necessity. When there is no normal path to take, you have to create one.

    But that’s what I’ve seen at play here. Six years ago, Benedicta Nanyonga was facing a need to find income for herself and other women of Kinawataka, a slum in Kampala. So they found a creative way out, given the resources at hand.

    They began collecting straws that clutter and block drainages throughout Kampala, pressing them and weaving them into various products, such as shopping bags and purses. Kinawataka Women’s Initiatives – and a way of sustainable income for women who wouldn’t be able to find it elsewhere – was born.

    That entrepreneurship hasn’t been limited to Kinawataka. We’ve met with the Private Sector Foundation of Uganda a few times now, and the meetings have been full of similar creativity. Of the group of small business owners we’ve met with, one man was starting up a private kindergarten. Another, a graphic design business. One woman was working on developing a jam business and another, a publishing business. Most talked about how they started their businesses not for some grandiose advancement but because they could not find a job elsewhere.

    The Private Sector Foundation, a state-run organization, seemed keen to capitalize on their entrepreneurship to advance what so many countries, developing and developed, are struggling with these days: job creation. Talk centered on the obstacles the businesses faced in moving to mass production. For most, including Kinawataka, that principle obstacle is a lack of capital – and thus a lack of machinery.

    The foundation’s officials spouted off plans for potential partnerships or donors to overcome those obstacles.  More than that, they’ve followed up with visits to discuss those plans in-depth. It’s great to see the government, so far at least, paying more than just lip service to small and medium business development.

    While still not in mass production, Benedicta’s endeavor has grown since starting six years ago. She and her group have sold more than 50,000 items domestically and 15,000 internationally, mostly shopping bags, which people use in place of plastic grocery bags.

    But don’t expect an IPO anytime soon. She uses her share of the funds to train other women to make their own straw products – creating jobs, in a way – as well as housing and educating orphans in her home. Here’s to hoping for more entrepreneurs like her!

  • FALK TALK: RICHARD FALK AND THE POLITICS OF THE IMPOSSIBLE

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    On June 8th Richard Falk, United Nations rapporteur on Palestinian human rights, spoke to a (mostly) grey-haired audience. My superficial and insufficient demographic poll only demonstrates the relative absence of my generation in the crowd. Why is it that one of the most prominent human rights figures of the Israel-Palestine conflict doesn’t draw a more diverse crowd? Is it because he’s grey-haired, too?

     

    Preaching to the choir?
    Preaching to the choir?

     

    Possible answers include: the ambivalent character of Seattle culture or an under-appreciation for the seriousness of protecting and preserving human rights. Increased political activism, particularly among the youth, can certainly shift Seattle’s a-political trend away from apathy. However, I want to discuss the human rights lens – it’s strengths and weaknesses. Ultimately, I agree with Richard Falk in prioritizing the principles outlined in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights over other values such as state-sovereignty, religious mandates or ethno-cultural tribalism, e.g. the worldview expressed in Samuel Hutington’s The Clash of Civilizations.

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