Saturday, June 9, 2012

"Aren't we human too?"

Today, enjoying the idleness of my summer slothhood, I was surfing through the daytime programming of news networks - something that as a college student who spent the majority of time dissecting assigned readings for class, that I rarely got to indulge myself with. Not that my colleagues and I had any interest parking ourselves in front of some biased news guru who was essentially a talk-show host that at best toted a fancier vocabulary and at worst threw around hyper-generalizations about, well, almost everything. No thank you. Generally speaking, at the very least Willamette students grabbed the headlines of the New York Times everyday, and we'd often find ourselves gossiping over hot lattes and Bistro cookies what was going on in the world (along, of course, with that Willamette bubble "what so-and-so-did-at-that-party" chit chat, etc)

That being said, it's amazing to me what news slips through the cracks on a regular basis. A prime example? Syria.

So what is going on with Syria anyways?  Despite knowing more about Egypt and Jordan than Syria, I'll try to sum it up as well as I can. It all started March 18, 2011 during the Arab Spring when a group of school children were arrested and reportedly tortured after writing on a wall the well-known slogan of the popular uprising in Tunisia and Egypt: "The people want the downfall of the regime." Peaceful protests and demonstrations of dissent erupted in the town of Deraa, but strict repression from government security forces soon followed. With the killings of protesters, Syrians responded with anti-government protests in Baniyas, Homs, Hama, and the suburbs of Damascus. These districts however were also brutally suppressed, and by mid-May, the death toll reached 1,000.  Yet, protesters kept pouring into the streets demanding democratic reforms from President Bashar al-Assad, who offered little but token gestures and continued violence.

As months passed and protesters splintered into rebel forces and oppositional groups, clashes between government and resistance forces became more brutal. What had originated as anti-government, pro-democracy clashes escalated into a conflict involving systematic bloodbaths with hundreds of people, mostly civilians, being killed in their villages during army assaults on rebel "strongholds."

As of March 27, 2012 the U.N. estimated that over 9,000 civilians had been killed. And the numbers continue to rise.

The massacres of innocents, especially children, and the leveling of whole villages have been documented. When UN monitors entered the village of Qubair today, tweets from Paul Danahar of the BBC Middle East Bureau described the lingering stench of burning flesh, and upon inspection of the village found it completely deserted. Danahar further recounts seeing large pools of blood and scraps of brain and flesh hanging from the inside of homes, yet eerily the victims bodies were no where to be found, stating that "attempts to hide this atrocity are calculated and clear"



The evidence of this attempted "cover up" proves significant. Testimonies from witnesses from other villages regarding this most recent massacre suggest that it may not have been an attack directly mandated by the Assad government, but rather a nearby Alawite community, a minority sect of Shi'ah Islam from which much of the Syrian leadership is drawn. The assertion is an ominous one, especially when considering history. In ethnic conflicts such as the Rwandan genocide the Hutu majority slaughtered the Tutsi minority who had been imposed rulers since the period of Belgium colonization. Inherently, this minority-majority tension reflects an imbalance of power. When we review the demographics of the Syrian populace we see a similar tension: 74% Sunni, 16% Shi'ah (also, 10% small Christian sects). Essentially, just as in Rwanda where the ethnic minority held greater power than the ethnic majority, the Syrian religious minority -  or Shi'ah - holds the greatest influence over national affairs, at the oppression of the Sunni majority. Moreover, given the nature of Assad's oppressive rule, there's even more reason to worry about Syria's rapid disintegration into sectarian strife, especially with reports of privileged minority Alawites potentially enacting violence independently of the Assad government. If this proves to be true, the Assad's massaging of Syria into sectarian violence may echo ghosts of self-serving-power-mongers past. Similar to Milosevic's manipulation of national tensions to gain power through inciting a war between Bosnia's three prominent ethnic groups, Assad's fueling of religious war may cause his country to burn but leave him largely above the bloodshed and negate any previous threats to his power.  A simple divide and conquer strategy.

The one thing I keep coming back to grapple with however is the role of the international community throughout all this. My idealistic notions of justice crave for the U.N. to sweep in, seize Assad for crimes against humanity, and stop the violence before it becomes... (I don't want to say it...) genocidal. My intimate study of the aftermath of the Bosnian war and corresponding ethnic cleansing have made me realize how impossible it is to piece together peace after such deep schisms have been so horrifically carved - schisms that still, after twenty years, make grown men and women choke up when they attempt to recount their stories. In my opinion, both retributive and restorative forms of justice hold significant limitations...Retributive justice perpetuates violence by putting another name on it, and restorative justice, through tribunals for example, requires the cooperation of all parties involved and can offer only so much consolation. As I've learned from the Bosnian families that I stayed with last summer, really all that can heal the devastating wounds of war is time...and even then bitterness and hatred remains to taint and infiltrate the memories of the next generation...

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that the international community should be pursuing a policy of preventative rather than palliative care toward such conflicts. But how can we, as nations interacting in an anarchic order, intervene ethically (aka. intervene without completely disregarding the rules of national sovereignty) when another nation is violating the Universal Declaration of Human Rights? Or even the Convention Against Genocide?

For answers I turn to Samantha Power, the Director of the Human Rights Initiative at the Kennedy School of Government at Harvard University, and author of numerous books and an amazing article titled, "Never Again: The World Most Unfulfilled Promise." Essentially, she argues that sovereignty (and self-interest) is so highly valued that nations - especially the United States - don't tend to intervene in the systematic oppression of a state's citizens at all. In fact, Power argues that irrespective of the political affiliations of U.S. Presidents, the major genocides of the post-war era have "yeilded virtually no American action and few stern words" for three main reasons:

  1. Preservation - That while leaving ethnic conflict alone threatens no vital American interests, suppressing it can threaten the lives of American soldiers.
  2. Isolationism - U.S. leaders claim that Americans want them to fulfill the American dream of equality and freedom at home before looking abroad
  3. Multi-national bodies such as the U.N. never received either the commitment of the United States or the teeth for enforcement that the Universal Human Rights Declaration and the Convention on Genocide needed to become "law" in any meaningful sense.

Thus, when considering the lukewarm U.S. and international response to Syria's massacres it is understandable that the conflict is being categorized as a "civil war" or "sectarian conflict" - if it were labeled as anything else, we would be obligated to act.  But for now, we continue to pursue only diplomatic alternatives.

Just to back off of my frustration with the international community for a moment however, I must acknowledge that the U.N. did introduce a military intervention resolution against Assad. However, Russia proceeded to veto the UN Resolution sponsoring such intervention and China, holding significant economic interest in Syria backed Assad. This transforms this issue of sovereignty into a much greater challenge. And so, the struggle for Syria in many ways does not so much become about humanitarian intervention, but rather a game of power politics.  


The question remains: Will we, as members of the international community, continue to turn away from the killings and violence? Or, can we negotiate with other nations to place humanitarian concerns at the forefront of the international scene?

I can only hope for the latter.

To conclude, I return to today's tweets from the BBC's Paul Danahar, who, while navigating the district of Hama in the UN vehicle, is stopped at a checkpoint.

"And we are through again after a lecture from a soldier," Danahar recounts. "[The soldier demanded] "Why don't you care about the terrorists killing us, aren't we human too?"

I can't help but wonder how Danahar answered such a question.



Sunday, April 15, 2012

Don't kid yourself, kid.

So. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. May 1st is only two weeks away. My thesis will be done and I'll be able to finally breathe. This anxiety that sits like an alien waiting to burst out of my chest will be over. Khalas! Voila!

For all the stress though, I shouldn't kid myself by pretending to be apathetic. Faking apathy is perhaps a coping mechanism for those nights after a cold crew practice in the rain where all I want to do is curl up into a ball after a hot shower and go to sleep. Apathy is what I pretend when I push aside thesis to spend a whole weekend at a regatta. And in a way, apathy toward my thesis is a way to help me stay grounded in what I care about most: my friends, crew, and enjoying the people I love before they are whisked away from me.

But ultimately, I can't kid myself for too long. I care more about this thesis than I've let on, even to myself. I care about it so much that it keeps me awake sometimes thinking about what it all means. I tear up when I watch all the videos and testimonial of women getting the shit kicked out of them by military police, getting striped, club, spat on, and humiliated with state issued "virginity tests." Yet, in Tahrir for over a year, women talk about democracy and womanhood in the face of incredible violence and repression. Women have died protesting, while I sit at my desk writing about it.




If that's not humbling, I don't know what is. I owe it to more than just myself to turn in a good paper. I owe it to the women that have made themselves the front-line of social change worldwide to help their true voices be heard and their stories remembered, even if its only heard by a few students at a really privileged liberal arts school.





Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Treatise to Myself

I recently was going through some boxes of school stuff over winter break and came across a pleasant surprise: a dogeared piece of notebook paper, haphazardly slipped between copies of rough draft essays and class notes. The minute I saw the heading, and scrawled handwriting, a small smile broke, and I began to read this letter to myself that I had forgotten.

The Bistro!
I wrote this list to myself a year ago in the Bistro in the midst of a huge life transition. I found myself stewing and stressing, feeling incredibly overwhelmed, miserable, and frustrated with being yanked back into the Willamette bubble. I was unsure about the future, missing the past, and apathetic about the present. Then, in a sweeping impulse, I decided that I had had enough. It was time to make a change. I call it my personal treatise, and I return to it now a year later, I think a healthier, wiser, happier human being. Here it goes:



Treatise to Myself

  1. I can do anything
  2. I can choose what is best for me
  3. I can recognize my limitations
  4. I can recognize my needs, and demand that I respect them
  5. I have the right to be happy
  6. I have the right to express myself
  7. I have an obligation to do what feels right and just, rather than what is asked or expected 
  8. I will always follow my gut/instinct
  9. I will always treat people how I wish to be treated
  10. I will not be burdened by the ambiguity of the future
  11. I will act foremost out of love
  12. I will be patient with myself and with others
  13. I will always try to see things from other points of view
  14. I will rarely condone absolutism or "all or nothing" ways of thinking
  15. I will surround myself with people that I love, love me, or challenge me to be my best
  16. I will remind myself that there is rarely a "right" way, but rather different paths to the same thing
  17. I will write candidly and allow my views and voice to explore and change
  18. I will relish the contradictions in life, and understand that such contradictions aren't necessarily mutually exclusive
  19. I will serve others, but also myself
  20. I will not fear what I do not understand
  21. I will live a life of adventure without regret!



Thursday, March 8, 2012

ELATION

Just received an email this morning from my Peace Corps handler, Joseph, and I have some exciting news! I've been officially invited to serve as a secondary school teacher in Africa and will depart in late September 2012!!!!!!!

I was starting to think that this dream would be stuck in the processing stage forever, although my application process took only 8 months compared to the standard 9-12 months. As it stands now, I only have to wait a maximum of ten more days to open my informational packet that will tell me of my specific country assignment.

This feels so unreal. I'm absolutely ELATED to be going to "Africa," and while that atrocious hyper-generalization will forever annoy me (considering that there's no way to conceptualize the diversity of an entire continent, let alone countries, peoples, and cultures lying within), I think back to my time in Zimbabwe and I'm THRILLED that I'll be able to live another piece of the African experience. I'm assuming I'll probably go to southern or eastern Africa since I don't know a lick of French (which would send me to Western Africa...boo, colonialism), but WHO KNOWS?? I could theoretically end up in any one of these 27 host-countries:


I guess you could say that I have a perverse attraction to not knowing what's going to happen next.

Which reminds me - I have absolutely NO PLANS for the summer. I've been planning for a July departure date, which would have allowed me six leisurely weeks before I jumped on a plane, but now I have four whole months of summer!! Joseph encouraged me in his email to continue pursuing teaching opportunities. He also advised that once I discover where I've been placed, to begin studying the local language. 

You thinking what I'm thinking?! How about another summer in Portland, taking Swahili classes at PSU and rowing everyday in the beautiful Oregon summer! Or even going backpacking on weekends at Hood and Rainier, and maybe even taking a mountaineering course???? Maybe get a job?? The possibilities are endless! 

Let me tell you though, it feels good that I won't have to say so many incredibly hard goodbyes and then rush off into the sunset immediately after graduation. I'll have some time to process the last four years and prepare myself for the next two of service abroad. In the big scheme of things a departure date two months later than expected will not be a big deal. In fact, I think is the better outcome.

I'm just thankful I had the patience to sit on my hands long enough for things to work themselves out :)

Now, onwards and upwards!! 

Hiking Mt. Inyangani - Nyanga, Zimbabwe (2010)



Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Chocolate & Girl-talk

Singledom has once again alighted upon both women of the freezing Inferno.  The event was observed and/or celebrated accordingly tonight with respectable amounts of baking, chocolate, and girl talk.  I'm talking freshly baked lava cakes people. And lots of hilarious inside-joke-quotes-for-the-quote-wall type of night. I'm the happiest I've been for a while.

Despite my overarching optimism in life, experience has bestowed upon me a sizable streak of realism when it comes to relationships. After one of the most candid talks we've had in months (how ironic), Peter and I called it quits. I can't help but feel overwhelming relief - like all the anxieties and imbalances that had latched themselves to me over the last seven months, fell away and left me whole again.

Yes, I shed a few tears. Yes, I'm definitely going to miss the better parts of our relationship. The fun times we did share really made up for the not-so-great ones, and kept me hoping that things would get better. But ultimately, we both couldn't make each other an important enough priority in the scheme of being second semester seniors - theses, opposing crew workout schedules, jobs, rehearsals, etc. Life in general left us out of step with each other. Things that we always talked about doing never happened. Times that we could have hung out together were used to catch up on much needed alone time. And frankly, with both of our post-grad departures looming on the horizon, neither of us could see the light at the end of the tunnel - a reason/sliver of hope that could have helped us continue justifying our attempted maneuvers within the difficult confines of our given situation. 

There were other issues too of course, but they'll remain unmentioned.

It does make me wonder though. I know I want to be in a loving relationship with a partner one day (thanks to the awesome example of my parents)...but will there ever be someone out there that will fit in with the high-flying sights of my own individual ambitions? Will I have to match myself up with someone exactly like me? With the same type of career interests? Or someone with a career flexible enough that they can follow me across the world on my various adventures/foreign assignments?  I know it's too early to be actually worried about this kind of thing, but it is interesting to think about. Funnily enough, the Peace Corps just sent me another email asking if "there were any updates in my romantic involvement?" which essentially means "are you in a relationship that could potentially compromise our investment in you as a volunteer?" 

Apparently, companionship - and our human desire, or should I say craving for it - is not something to just ignore or dismiss as a luxury. It is a necessity. 

And so, as I find myself once again a single lady I'm surrounding myself with my wonderful wing-women who continue to stick by my side through thick and thin. It's their energy that will power me, encourage, and motivate me through the next seven weeks of insanity until graduation. Pretty soon we'll be all scattered to the winds. My heart aches at the thought, but for now, the chocolate and girl-talk meanders freely as we cluster ourselves around the heater and laugh until our bodies hurt. Now that is love.

Monday, March 5, 2012

"I can't, I have crew..."

For being such a huge part of my life, I haven't really taken the opportunity to write about my four year obsession with rowing. That is definitely a problem considering its taken over my brain, body, and heart. My love of team and my sport drive me through 5am wakeups, marathon erg pieces, and brutal, thigh busting, blackout inducing 2k races. It's what I live for.

So, "what is rowing all about?"you may ask. Sadly, I've realized that I'm too busy thesising to write something long and eloquent tonight, but here are some memes that sum it all up pretty well ;) Rowing will be a post saved for another day when I'm not actually on the water.

As always, pull hard, go fast!








Saturday, March 3, 2012

Seuss-isms

Here's a quick shout out to Dr. Seuss because it's his birthday today! The wizard of wit, lord of limmerick reigned over my childhood bedtime stories alongside Laura Ingalls Wilder and Caddie Woodlawn. Yet, while such women sparked my fascination in sheroes that slay their own dragons - especially without the "help" of Prince Charming - my hunch is that Dr. Seuss set the foundation for my love of words (and wordplay!)

Just found this short stanza, and loved it. Compatible, mutual weirdness sounds great to me :) 
Good night world.