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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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IVAP Wrap Video (Short Version)

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

Hi Everyone,

We’ve cut together a short highlight video from the trip, please take a look and feel free to pass it along. A longer version will be posted later this week. And of course the video on the crisis is still to come, look for that in the spring.

All the best,

IVAP Team

prostitution

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

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

http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?pagename=JPost/JPArticle/ShowFull&cid=1259243063998

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

Middle East 3 015

 

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.

Iraqi Student Project

Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

The IVAP team journeyed from Damascus, Syria, south to the ancient city of Bosra. The team was accompanied by a group of young adults from the Iraqi Student Project.

IPS is a grass roots effort to help young Iraqi’s acquire an education in US colleges and universities. Amid the ancient ruins, we spoke with several students about their hopes and dreams.

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.

Women waiting

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.

2020 Vision

Thursday, October 15th, 2009

2020 visionWhat will this situation look like in the year 2020? What will become of this lost generation?

I’m not sure. Nobody is. No one can really see beyond Iraq’s elections early next year. Certainly, the refugees don’t know. “I don’t know if I’ll even be alive,” said one 12-year-old.

But let’s look at the ingredients. Start with millions of displaced people. They are angry – and that anger is mostly directed at the US.

They are poor. They live in over-crowded dingy apartments. Most do not work. Either because it is illegal to do so, or they are afraid to go out of their homes. Or they cannot find jobs. Or, they cannot deal with the indignity of going from, say, a doctor to a ditch digger.

They are not healthy. They suffer from post traumatic stress and depression. One woman talked about committing suicide as her 5 year-old daughter sat drawing  by her side. Several have stressed-induced diabetes. They have been maimed both physically and mentally.

They are disenfranchised. Even with the ability to vote in Iraq’s upcoming elections, many will not. They are confused by different conflicting information and don’t know who to trust. Often, they have to pay bribes to get anything done.

Youths and young single men are affected the most. They are disconnected and unanchored.  They can’t assimilate – and often watch TV for 12 hours a day. Their inability to work makes it difficult for them to date and get married.

They have fallen so far behind in their new foreign schools that they often drop out. We are told by the UNHCR that the illiteracy rate is near 20%. Many get menial jobs to support their family at the age of 13. And because they have no legal status, their employees can decide not to pay them – without facing any consequences.

They are hopeless.  Desperate. “We don’t have dreams anymore,” one said.

These ingredients add up to a festering situation of our own making. These are good, hard-working people with very few places to turn.  Unfortunately, one of the few places to turn is to extremist groups, like the Taliban and al Quaeda.

Ransomed Son

Thursday, October 15th, 2009


The greatest fear for many Iraqi refugees is receiving news that a loved one has been kidnapped back home in Iraq.