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Posts Tagged ‘Iraq’

Hillary Clinton on the importance of ARTS in promoting human rights

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

hilOn Monday, December 14, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton highlighted the importance of the arts and artists in her remarks at Georgetown University on the Human Rights Agenda for the 21st Century. During a question and answer session, Secretary of State Clinton was asked about the importance of the arts and artists in helping to promote human rights. In her reply, Clinton stated:

“I remember some years ago seeing a play about women in Bosnia during the conflict there. It was so gripping. I still see the faces of those women who were pulled from their homes, separated from their husbands, often raped and left just as garbage on the side of the road. So I think that artists both individually and through their works can illustrate better than any speech I can give or any government policy we can promulgate that the spirit that lives within each of us, the right to think and dream and expand our boundaries, is not confined, no matter how hard they try, by any regime anywhere in the world. There is no way that you can deprive people from feeling those stirrings inside their soul. And artists can give voice to that. They can give shape and movement to it. And it is so important in places where people feel forgotten and marginalized and depressed and hopeless to have that glimmer that there is a better future, that there is a better way that they just have to hold onto.”

Reactions from D.C.

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

I recently had the privilege of watching our first artistic piece from IVAP “go public”. Paul Emerson and CityDance premiered their new piece, “Wishes of the Sailor” at the Capitol Visitors’ Center.

The piece was amazing- moving and powerful, which was no surprise coming from the talented Paul and fellow sojourner Kathryn Pilkington. What did surprise me was what relief I felt to not be alone on this issue—to be in the company of those who also wanted movement on this issue.

Coming back home after this amazing trip to the Middle East and trying to share with people the importance and complexities of this issue has been challenging to say the least. Mostly, because no one seems to know anything about it! (It is INDEED one of the most underreported crises of this century.) I certainly didn’t before this trip! So I have felt a great weight to inform people and tell the stories of the Iraqis I met. So, you can imagine the relief to hear senators and congressmen and generally people of high status speaking to this issue, all caused and inspired by the artistic piece performed.

I felt it was a real tribute to not only the work of CityDance, but also Intersections and what they have created here with IVAP. It is ALREADY making a difference! ART is helping to make a difference, to give voice to those who have none. We are creating conversations and opening doors for change around this issue.

Keep talking about the Iraqi refugee crisis. Keep the conversation alive. The Iraqis are counting on us.

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prostitution

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

…another outcome of our war in Iraq and another tragedy for the Iraqi refugee women…

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One resettled Iraqi

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

If you have been reading this blog, you know we recently interviewed hundreds of Iraqi refugees and listened to their stories. Most left Iraq because they watched family members get kidnapped and killed and ultimately their own lives were threatened. I learned that among their many woes, most Iraqis are stuck between a rock and a hard place—they cannot return to iraq (for safety) and cannot move forward by getting resettled (not enough countries willing to help). So they are stuck in their host countries unable to work, school, provide for their family or live, really.

There a  few “lucky” ones who have received resettlement in the U.S. I say “lucky” because Iraqis face MANY challenges when they arrive in US—no family or friends, new language, difficult cultural assimilation and of course financial challenges. Unless they unexpectedly (in this economy) find a job—they are at the mercy of the government support which is miniscule and brief (3 months!), to land on their feet. These are mostly formerly middle-class, professional people now living in poverty.

I was recently introduced to one such Iraqi living in Houston, Texas of all places. Her name is Abeer and she is in great need. Her family all still in Baghdad, she is alone, depressed and out of money, her gov’t subsidy having run out. She has been looking for work unsuccessfully for 3 months.
 
She will have to return to Baghdad if she cannot make it in the U.S. where she will face almost certain death for working with the Americans.  She is a professional woman, 40 years old, a Pyscho-therapist/PHD from Baghdad and a smart and kind woman.

Yet another aspect of this crisis, that we, the U.S created by going into Iraq.

Refugees often think their problems will be over once they get resettlement…but often, their problems multiply. The only thing different is the scenery.

still back, still there

Friday, November 13th, 2009

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So, it’s been almost a month since my return to the states, and I still feel half in the Middle East. The voices still follow me and the responsibility I have to share their voices still calls. I want to do right by the Iraqis. I owe them that. So I write. And write and write and will hopefully have a show that will transport you all to a world where you can experience and hear the stories like we did.

The one thing that resonates most with me these days is that as I ease back into my life and my routine, most of the Iraqis we met are in the exact same spot, same chair, same empty fridge, same waiting, same fear, same hopelessness, same homelessness that they were in when we visited them. Nothing changes for them. I go back to Starbucks and get my mani/pedis and think about Christmas shopping. And there they still sit. Waiting.

I’m afraid I’ll forget. I am trying not to.

The Cycle Continues

Monday, November 2nd, 2009
Iraqis outside a UNHCR registration center in Syria. They come to recieve news on of any progress on their requests for resettlement.

Iraqis outside a UNHCR registration center in Syria. They come to receive news on of any progress on their requests for resettlement. New arrivals come every week.

On Oct. 25, 2009, twin suicide bombs exploded in Baghdad, killing 155 people and wounding more than 500, making it the deadliest attack in two years. This tragedy, occurring just a week after the Iraqi Voices Amplification Project team returned home, is a painful reminder of why Iraqi refugees are not yet returning home in any significant numbers and why, in fact, more are fleeing their country ever day.

I couldn’t help but wonder how many people decided that the Oct. 25 bombing was the last straw, the trigger for them to leave everything they know and start the journey to safety in another country. The question isn’t really if the event triggered anyone to leave the country but, really, how many left? Where did they go? Were they injured as they made the journey? What sort of reception did they find when they arrived in their new place?

With elections scheduled for January 2010, many fear an increase in violence in the months ahead. For those lucky enough to survive these violent atrocities, seeking refuge in Syria, Jordan, Lebanon or a number of other surrounding countries is not without its own perils. While these countries have done their best to host the overwhelming number of Iraqis flooding their borders, there are limitations to what they can and will do.

All of these challenges, and more, were apparent to us on our 17-day trip to speak with Iraqis, and continue to haunt me as a settle back into my life here. I see the faces of those we met, even when I close my eyes. There stories play over and over in my ear. I think about the freedom I have –– to be able to return to my life –– while the Iraqis continue with their lives on hold.

All in all, we had an incredible journey, and are now faced with the even more important task of taking what we witnessed and turning it into compelling artistic pieces that will captivate America and amplify the voices of Iraqi refugees. Stay tuned.

final thoughts from Syria

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

Last week, I spent some time talking with a young woman — I’ll call her Adab — who had just arrived in Syria from Iraq the previous day.  Unlike most of the Iraqis I’ve met here, she hadn’t exactly fled, and she wasn’t exactly a refugee.  Instead, she’d come to Syria to participate in the Iraqi Student Project, a Damascus-based effort to get qualified young Iraqis out of a war zone or the limbo of exile and into colleges in the United States.

In some respects, then, Adab came to Syria for less than typical reasons.  In other ways, though, her story was all too familiar.  Halfway through high school, for instance, she left Baghdad (and her family) and went to Basra to finish studying there.  Why?  Because during her sophomore year, a militia and the U.S. Army got into a massive gunfight at her school.  Militia violence at schools is tragically typical in Iraq, but this particular incident was so bad that the school actually shut down.  (In a sense, Adab was lucky, not only because she survived the gunfight but also because she was able to continue her education.  Many Iraqi kids I talked to had stayed home from school — had, indeed, barely left their homes — for months or years.)

Adab was fifteen when the gunfight happened.  By then, she told me, she had already come to school more than once to find decapitated bodies on the doorstep.  (After the first time her then-six-year-old sister witnessed that, Adab told me, she didn’t speak for a week.)  On other days, the entrance was splattered with — here she had to ask me for help with the word in English — innards.

I supplied the word, but who can really translate the experience?   This is the question I’ve been grappling with throughout my time in the Middle East.  In fact, Adab and I talked about it, too, because it turns out that she wants to become a journalist as well.  As she put it, she wants to spend her life covering important issues and bringing the truth about them to the world.

“The truth” and “the world” are the kinds of concepts you look at a bit skeptically after a decade or so as a practicing journalist.  As often as not, both are way too complicated and multifaceted to be reduced to that single unitary “the.”  Still, Adab’s sentiment was an honorable one, and in one form or another, it is the underpinning of conscientious journalism.  The reality about the Iraqi refugee crisis is that no one but Iraqis will experience it firsthand, and precious few people will experience it even secondhand, as I have.  Much as I often want to, none of us can bring the world to the truth — meaning, bodily drag every person on earth over for two or twenty or two million cups of tea with the two million Iraqi refugees.  As a result, those of us who have had the privilege of meeting some of these people bear the responsibility of bringing a part of their reality back home with us (since we also have the privilege, as they do not, of going home).  As the old and rather apt saying goes: if Mohammed won’t come to the mountain, the mountain must go to Mohammed.

refugee mathematics 101

Friday, October 16th, 2009

There’s an equation in large-scale humanitarian disasters that’s always hard to wrap your head around.  It goes something like this:

If T = the tragedy of one person’s experience

and N = the number of people affected

Then T x N = … ?

You tell me.  When it comes to situations of mass misery, we have a story versus scope problem: we can be moved by individual people’s sufferings, and we can be stunned by statistics, but we cannot sum them up, in either sense of the phrase.

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Iraqis waiting at UNHCR to register, receive assistance or check on the status of their application.

This reality hit home for me again here in Syria, where the Iraqi refugee crisis comes closest to showing its true proportions.  At the peak of the crisis in 2007, some 6000 Iraqis traveled the one-way road from Baghdad to Damascus every day.  Now, two years later, an estimated 1.2 million refugees make their home here, such as they can.  That makes for 1.2 million stories in Syria alone.

The trouble with that many stories is that no one person can absorb them all — let alone one person in a position to do anything about the problem.  (UNHCR, the one entity in the world that actually tries to listen to every refugee’s story, has registered only around 250,000 of them in Syria.)  The trouble, too, is that it risks creating a kind of morbid oneupmanship, in which it is no longer enough simply to have suffered the kind of tragedies that would level you and me: constant exposure to violence and danger; the murder of multiple friends and neighbors; the utter rearrangement, for the worse, of your nation as you knew it; the need to leave behind your career, your home, and virtually all your possessions and flee to a country where you are not a citizen, can’t work, and can’t provide for your family; and, subsequently, complete uncertainty about and precious little control over your future.

In an environment where that kind of hardship is the baseline, it’s easy for only the most extreme stories to stand out — particularly gruesome torture cases, for instance, or the murder of children.  This troubling tendency has real consequences.  UNHCR, for instance, is not above relying on a kind of Comparative Suffering metric to make decisions about who should be resettled and who must continue to wait.  Ditto much of the media, which sifts through these stories looking for the best of them — by which we mean, perversely, the worst of them.  But I’ve yet to meet an Iraqi refugee, any Iraqi refugee, whose reasons for leaving his or her homeland were anything short of horrible.

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Women wait for their number to be called.

If there’s a moral to this story, it’s that individual solutions are both ethically indispensable and drastically inadequate. Case-by-case assistance matters; just ask anyone who’s benefited from it.  But it only gets us as far as the level of the story.  To solve the problem at the scale at which it really exists — up there in the unimaginable realm of not one or six or ten or twenty tales but multiple millions of them — we need a solution that operates at that scale, too.  Otherwise, we are looking at 4 million people who feel that they have been betrayed by the United States (at least) twice over: once during in invasion that promised freedom and delivered chaos; and again in its aftermath, when those who fled face far too few viable options for rebuilding their lives.

As for the consequences of that — well, that’s some math we can all do.

where the refugees don’t go

Saturday, October 10th, 2009

Yesterday I wrote about where Iraqis go when they leave their homeland.  But just as interesting is the question of where they don’t go.  One answer is: back to Iraq.

For instance, check out this map. It’s a visual breakdown of how many refugees returned to the nation’s various provinces in the first nine months of 2008.   In two provinces, Dyiala and Baghdad, the numbers are significant: some 41,000 and 84,000 returnees, respectively.  (As with yesterday’s figures, of course, these have a fairly drastic margin of error.  In particular, the numbers are probably inflated by the fact that many people who return do so only temporarily — either to bring family members, money, or property back out with them again, or because they quickly realize that the situation remains unsafe and leave again.)  Elsewhere, though, they are unimpressive: 740 in Anbar; 1030 in Kirkus; 1370 in Basrah.  Remember, those are nine-month totals.  When you consider that 250 Iraqi refugees still cross the border into Lebanon every month — and that’s to say nothing of Syria, a more popular destination by an entire order of magnitude — these return figures start to seem vanishingly small.

The stories I’m hearing from refugees suggest that those numbers aren’t likely to swell in the near future.  To be sure, some people express a longing for their country and a sense of loss, displacement, and deep homesickness in their new lives beyond its borders.  And today, for the first time, someone suggested to me that Iraq needs its people to go back not merely to achieve peace but to restore the nation to its historic role as one of the truly great cultural and intellectual centers of the world.

Overall, though, surprisingly few of the people I’ve talked to have expressed a desire to return to Iraq, even in the fantasy scenario where a full and durable peace has been achieved.  Maybe, as I suggested in an earlier post, they simply can’t bear the thought of returning to the scene of so much trauma and loss.  But maybe, for them, fantasy scenarios are simply too far beyond the point.  Put differently, maybe these refugees are just realists, basing their plans for the future on their knowledge of what’s really going on in Iraq — in high contrast to the grandiose American dreams, untethered to the facts on the ground, that got us into this mess in the first place.

refugee geography 101

Friday, October 9th, 2009

When Iraqis flee the war in their homeland, where do they go?  Fully seven different nations share a border with Iraq: Turkey, Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, Iran, Saudi Arabia, and Kuwait.  All but the latter (which made it clear from the get-go that it wouldn’t welcome refugees) are playing host, with varying degrees of reluctance, to Iraqi asylum seekers.   Here’s a nice visual overview of the situation:

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Needless to say, these numbers have a large margin of error.  It’s easy to under-count refugees, for two reasons.  The first has to do with politics.   Here in Jordan, for instance, the official figure is 500,000 and not a soul more.  Why?  Because the Jordanian government fears that publicizing a larger number will encourage more Iraqis to flock here, taxing the already overburdened national infrastructure and creating a kind of second Palestinian refugee situation.  (The official number is enforced, too: if you’re an NGO that wants to continue assisting Iraqis in Jordan, you had best subscribe to the view that there are only half a million of them.)

The second reason is more obvious: you try getting a precise head count on a population that is always in flux and often in fear.   If I’m doing my math right, the above map places the total number of refugees at 2,454,000, while many people now seem to put the figure closer to 2.2. million.  In other words, the numbers on the map are in the right ballpark, but only if you accept that the ballpark is pretty big.

What this map doesn’t show, though, is the complexity of factors that determine why individual Iraqis go where they do.  Over and over when you speak with refugees, they tell you that, before the war, Sunni, Shiite and Christian Iraqis lived together in harmony.  (Two days ago, one man swore to me on his Qur’an that he’d never even known there was a difference between Sunni and Shiite Muslims until the war.)  However much those remarks are colored by nostalgia and historical amnesia, it’s unquestionably true that pre-war Iraq was not riven by the fierce sectarian clashes that divide it today.

When Iraqis fled, though, they faced complicated calculations about where to go.  Some of these questions were basic: what country could they get to safely?  What forms of transportation were available to them?  Where did they have friends and family?  What could they afford?  Which nations had the laxest border requirements, the least expensive visas, the most lenient (or bribe-friendly) authorities?

But questions about cultural identity came into play, too — precisely the kind of questions that hadn’t mattered as much in pre-war Iraq.  For instance: who goes to Lebanon?  Well, for one, Iraqi Christians, who can benefit from its large and established Christian population.  For another, Iraqi Shiites, who head to the south of the country, where the charity arm of Hezbollah provides assistance to its sectarian brethern.  Who goes to Jordan?  First off, the wealthy: Amman ain’t cheap even for Westerners.  Second, the secular: although far more conservative than Lebanon, Jordan is also not an Islamist state, and it’s a comfortable place for non-religious Iraqis to live.

And so it goes on down the list.  In searching for a new homeland — or at least a temporary refuge — Iraqis must make complicated choices based in no small part on the same kind of divisions that have lately torn their country to pieces.  Those choices aren’t inherently dangerous (I’ve yet to hear a credible report of sectarian enmity and violence spilling over from the Iraq war into the refugee community), yet it’s impossible to feel that they aren’t, at the very least, invidious.  And they are a sad fate for a people that seem to be mourning, among their many other losses, the disappearance of a diverse communal life.