Sunday, December 30, 2012

Telling Stories About the Stories We Tell

The following interview with Philip Gourveitch, staff writer for The New Yorker and author of We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will be Killed With Our Families: Stories from Rwanda, originally appeared in the Boston Review.  In it, Gourevitch discusses "the challenges of writing about the history we are in the midst of making, the burdens of memory and the appeal of forgetting, the dangers of narrative simplification, the limits of humanitarianism, and the messiness of politics."




Cécile Alduy: In your writing, you always find a balance between bringing in the long history to understand the way things develop over time and the very detailed hour-to-hour reporting on how it happened. How is your job different from that of an historian?
Philip Gourevitch: Above all, I suppose, to be a good historian you don’t necessarily have to be a good storyteller. You can be a good historian by virtue of making a contribution to the field without making a direct contribution to literature or public understanding. What historians, or anthropologists, or political scientists are interested in can overlap considerably with my interests, but the methodology, discipline, and long-term purpose are really different. I mean, I’m first and last a writer. If I weren’t writing about Rwanda right now, I’d be writing about something else entirely; and if I weren’t writing reportage, I would be writing fiction or plays. That’s not true of most historians who are going to write about Rwanda. They’re going to be coming at it as Rwandanologists. They’re going to be Africanists. They’re going to be Genocide Studies people. They’re going to be legal scholars or professors of postcolonial studies. And their frame of reference will be largely prescribed by that academic discipline—which is, I guess, as it should be.
Another big difference is that as a writer-reporter I’m not so concerned with making explicit reference to the existing literature, the way academic writers are. I’m much more interested in what I see and what I hear directly; I work in a documentary vein. For instance in recent conversations about current affairs with senior government officials in Rwanda I started to notice that a number of them, completely unprompted, began making references to late-nineteenth century events in Rwanda. That’s the time when Rwanda, which had been a proudly isolated country, was colonized, and lost its self-determination as a state. So I started mentioning this to the people I was interviewing, “You know, it’s funny that you are all bringing up that same period.” And they all expressed complete surprise. “Really, who else?” Then I would maybe mention someone, and they’d all say, “Really? He was talking about this?” So, I thought, that’s interesting, there’s this common reference that each person thinks is his own, and which each uses to make different points. And then I thought, well, is this history they are talking about reliable? Are these stories they’re telling me correct?


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Grown Strong with Love

In those days, we finally chose to walk like giants and hold the world in arms grown strong with love; and there may be many things we forget in the days to come, but this will not be one of them.
-Brian Andreas

Sunday, November 18, 2012

"Dr. Mukwege Fights Back"

This article by Dr. Denis Mukwege, Medical Director of the Panzi Hospital in the Democratic Republic of Congo, originally appeared in On the Ground.

For the past 16 years at the Panzi Hospital in the Democratic Republic of Congo, my staff and I have been treating women who have been victimized by sexual violence, which has been systematically used as a weapon of war in the armed conflict that has ravaged our country.  Rape is one of the most deadly weapons of war, destroying families and communities and future generations, as well as the women brutally targeted.  Last year I had some hope that the situation was improving, but since the beginning of this year the security situation has again deteriorated and victims of sexual violence have started coming to the hospital again in great numbers.


Friday, October 26, 2012

"An Attack on One of My Heroes, Dr. Denis Mukwege"

This article by Nicholas D. Kristof originally appeared in his blog On the Ground.

One of my heroes is Dr. Denis Mukwege, a Congolese doctor who repairs fistulas and is a ferocious advocate for women and for his country.  I've suggested that he deserves the Nobel peace Prize - and I was horrified to learn that tonight four armed gunmen attacked him at his home, murdered his guard and shot at him.  He seems to have narrowly escaped death.

Dr. Mukwege presumably was targeted because of a strong speech he gave at the United Nations last month, denouncing mass rape in Congo and the impunity for it.  President Kabila has long been angry at Dr. Mukwege, and the UN speech can't have helped.  Meanwhile, Dr. Mukwege has also offended Rwanda with his denunciations of Rwanda's role in the slaughter and rape in eastern Congo.

Although he is a skilled surgeon who could easily have left for other countries, Dr. Mukwege has toiled in Congo at the hospital he started in Bukavu, Panzi Hospital.  Here's an article I wrote about his work repairing fistulas there.  But Dr. Mukwege doesn't just repair individuals: He concluded that "there is no medical solution," and so he has become an advocate for peace and for his country.

I hope the UN force in Bukavu will rpotect Dr. Mukwege and the Panzi Hosiptal for the time being.  I hope foreign ambassadors will visit his hospital to show solidarity.  Here's a statement by Physicians for Human Rights, which works with Dr. Mukwege at Panzi Hospital.  And I hope that Dr. Mukwege some day will get the Nobel Peace Prize for the humanitarian work he continuously risks his life to advance.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

The Pulse of a Story

If you listen to the wind and don't hear at least a thousand years of music... then you're not listening hard enough.



The theory of six degrees of separation was never meant to see how many people we could find.  It was a set of directions for how to find the people we have lost.

Michael Lee writes of the pain of loss, of the beauty of the wind, and how we are never created or destroyed... we are simply energy, changing forms.

We are vessels, we are rooms, we are so much less important than the things inside of us.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Kindness

The regular exercise of choosing kindness over cruelty would change us.
-Jonathan Safran Foer

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

TEDxlaf Part Deux

Lafayette recently published an article in their Summer 2012 magazine highlighting the 2nd annual TEDxlaf conference, at which I was a guest speaker.

Niccole Rivero '12, an international affairs major, recalled her four life-changing months observing the aftermath of civil war in Africa.  She spent time in a Rwanda community where genocide widows raise children and crops with the wives of their husbands' killers.  "Peace is more important than power," said Rivero, president of the student chapter of Amnesty International.  "It shouldn't take a genocide to learn that love is the answer."
- "Turbo-Charging Global Citizenship: TEDxlaf Showcases Radical Ideas About Energy, Identity, and Empathy" by Geoff Gehman '80, Lafayette Magazine Summer 2012

You can read the full transcript of my talk, titled "Hate and Hope: How the Darkest Place on Earth Restored my Faith in Humanity," by clicking HERE.

Being part of TEDxlaf was such an amazing experience.  As described on TEDxlaf's facebook:
The goal of the foundation [TED] is to foster the spread of great ideas. It aims to provide a platform for the world's smartest thinkers, greatest visionaries and most-inspiring teachers, so that millions of people can gain a better understanding of the biggest issues faced by the world, and a desire to help create a better future. Core to this goal is a belief that there is no greater force for changing the world than a powerful idea.

So go watch a few TEDtalks or read mine.  Share in the spread of great ideas that might someday change the world.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Just ONE

Lesson out of Rwanda #485:

The genocide did not kill a million people in Rwanda.

It killed ONE.

One person with hopes, dreams, and plans for a brighter future than the one their parents imagined.

One person with a family, maybe a few kids or one on the way, with friends and neighbors and people who loved him.  Whom he loved just as much.

It stole one person's father... or brother... or daughter.

Just one person.



And then another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another... one million times over.


In our warring, chaotic world, we are constantly bombarded with death tolls and casualty statistics, and we no longer feel the loss.  We've somehow misplaced an essential part of ourselves, the true human regret that comes from understanding that people in our world, people just like us, are dying for no other crime than being born into an unfortunate circumstance... the universe's large-scale and terribly cruel wrong-place-wrong-time scenario.

Each human life is meant to be a celebration of everything this world has to offer.  But when the universe has other plans, when evil men devise wicked schemes to upset the balance of peace and justice, terrible tragedies are inflicted upon us.  But we no longer feel the loss.  Somehow we've lost our empathy, our ability to imagine ourselves into another man's life and feel his pain.

Genocides, wars, terrorism, uprisings... no matter how many statistics you read, how many sound bytes you hear chronicling the latest list of casualties, remember this:
That number accounts for a multitude of individuals.  Single drops in an immense ocean of gone-too-soons.

The genocide in Rwanda, the war in Iraq, the Holocaust, the Arab Spring... none of them stole an abstract and meaningless number.

Just one.  Over and over and over again until we somehow lost our humanity.

Everything is Beautiful

At Oreanda they sat on a seat not far from the church, looked down at the sea, and were silent.  Yalta was hardly visible through the morning mist; white clouds stood motionless on the mountain-tops.  The leaves did not stir on the trees, grasshoppers chirruped, and the monotonous hollow sound of the sea rising up from below spoke of the peace, of the eternal sleep awaiting us.

So it must have sounded when there was no Yalta, no Oreanda here; so it sounds now, and it will sound as indifferently and monotonously when we are all no more.  And in this constancy, in this complete indifference to the life and death of each of us there lies hid, perhaps, a pledge of our eternal salvation, of the unceasing movement of life upon earth, of unceasing progress towards perfection.

Sitting beside a young woman who in the dawn seemed so lovely, soothed and spellbound in these magical surroundings - the sea, the mountains, the open sky - Gurov thought how in reality everything is beautiful in this world when one reflects, everything except what we think or do ourselves when we forget our human dignity and the higher aims of our existence.

-"Lady with the Lapdog," Anton Chekhov

Friday, July 27, 2012

What Its Not About

Once again, the Olympics are upon us.

They are a tradition that has stood the test of time.  The best athletes in the world compete for their country's honor, with the pride of the nation and the respect of the world resting upon their shoulders.  It truly is a glorious spectacle.

I marvel at the nuance surrounding the Olympics that is truly impossible to ignore.  Countries at war and countries at peace marking their place in the history books, uniting under the guise of sport and letting the politics, the casualties, and the bad blood fall to the wayside, if only for a few days.  The games are true proof that we can be united.

We are living in tumultuous times and the world... its a'changin.  Wars are being fought, uprisings are growing stronger, and the mudslinging has only just begun.  All our differences are being shoved in our faces and made impossible to ignore, and sometimes it can be really difficult to think there might be any hope in sight.

And yet... around the world, people are glued to television sets and radios, whether they be in our cozy homes or be the only one in the entire village.  We watch, listen, and wait.  The Olympics, somehow, bring us all together.  They remind us what we hope for.  They let us believe again.  Triumph and greatness are possible... no matter where you come from.

Without heroes, we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go.
-Bernard Malamud






This all reminds me of a FIFA commerical from the 2010 World Cup days.  It struck me, because it said all the things we need to hear about world events such as the World Cup and the Olympics, when we put all our fears and fights aside and focus on one thing that, against all odds, unites us.



Its not about politics or religion or the economy.
Its not about borders, history, trade, oil, water, gas,
mineral rights, human rights, or animal rights.
Its not about global warming, global pandemics,
globalization, GDP, NATO, or Kyoto.
Its not about elections, sanctions, proliferations,
he-said, she-said, my land, your land, no-man's land.
Its not about the stock market, black market,
orange alerts, green homes,
hope,
change,
fear,
or loathing.

Its not about communism, socialism, or capitalism.
War or peace.
Love or hate.
This is about the one month, every four years, when we all agree on ONE THING.
 
ONE WORLD WATCHING.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

America on the Anniversary of Our Independence

Here we are again, July 4th.  A day that we mark on our calendars as a day to celebrate everything this country stands for, everything it has achieved, and the values that hold it up.

Recently I have found myself wondering, even more than usual, what America really means.  The land of the free, the home of the brave, and everything in between.  With the Presidential election fast approaching and the values, morals, and attitudes of this country coming under intense scrutiny, I can't help but wonder if we, as a collective, truly embody all the ideals we claim to uphold.

I recently happened upon a new HBO series titled "The Newsroom," a fictional telling of the behind-the-scenes life of a news program, and the opening dialogue is what caught my attention.  In the following scene, partially transcribed below, three newscasters are part of a panel discussion at a university.  When asked what makes America the "greatest country in the world," the protagonist delivers an answer that embodies the hard truth we all need to swallow about what America has become:

 

College Girl: Can you say in one sentence or less, uhm, you know what I mean... can you say why America is the greatest country in the world?

Answer 1: Diversity and opportunity.

Answer 2: Freedom and freedom, so let's keep it that way.

Answer 3: The New York Jets.  Diversity and oppotunity.  Freedom and freedom.

Well, our Constitution is a masterpiece, James Madison was a genius.  The Declaration of Independence is, for me, the single greatest piece of American writing.

You don't look satisfied.

It's NOT the greatest country in the world, Professor, that's my answer.

And with a straight face you're going to tell students that America is so star-spangled awesome that we're the only ones in the world that have freedom?  Canada has freedom, Japan has freedom, the UK, France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Australia, Belgium has freedom.  207 sovereign states in the world, like 180 of them have freedom.

Just in case you accidentally wander into a voting booth one day there's some things you should know, and one of them is there is absolutely no evidence to support the statement that we're the greatest country in the world.

We're 7th in literacy,
27th in math,
22nd in science,
49th in life expectancy,
178th in infant mortality,
3rd in median household income,
number 4 in labor force,
and number 4 in exports.

We lead the world in only three categories:
number of incarcerated citizens per capita,
number of adults who believe angels are real,
and defense spending, where we spend more than the next 26 countries combined... 25 of whom are allies.

Now none of this is the fault of a 20-year-old college student, but you nonetheless and without a doubt are a member of the worst period generation period ever period.  So when you ask what makes us the greatest country in the world, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.


It sure used to be.

We stood up for what was right.  We fought for moral reasons.  We passed laws, struck down laws for moral reasons.

We waged wars on poverty, not poor people.

We sacrificed.  We cared about our neighbors.  We put our money where our mouths were and we never beat our chest.

We built great big things.  Made ungodly technological advances.  Explored the universe.  Cured diseases.  And we cultivated the world's greatest artists and the world's greatest economy.

We reached for the stars.  Acted like men.  We aspired to intelligence, we didn't belittle it... it didn't make us feel inferior.  We didn't identify ourselves by who we voted for in the last election and we didn't, ahh, we didn't scare so easy.

We were able to do all these things and be all these things because we were informed by great men, men who were revered.

The first step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one.  America is not the greatest country in the world anymore.

Enough?


This is certainly a notion that is both difficult to hear and difficult to argue against.  The world has changed.  The American people have changed.  Our ideals, our values, our morals, all the things we symbolically celebrate on the 4th of July... have changed.

So as we celebrate this July 4th, as we revel in the company of family and friends, we should indeed be thankful for everything America is and has been.  This country has afforded many of us grand opportunities, but our collective ego has clouded our vision.  We could be so much more... if only we remembered everything we used to stand for: equality, opportunity, and liberty.  Along this bumpy road of progress and change, we have somehow lost our way, fighting for power instead of the powerless and coveting money and influence rather than our strength of character.  Although we may have lost our way, stumbling through mine fields of war and politics, one thing we have never lost is our truly great potential.

America is not the greatest nation in the world.
But it can be.


Happy 4th of July.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Indifference

"The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them.  That's the essence of inhumanity."
- George Bernard Shaw

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Living

"Take your seat on the shore.  Listen to the ancient voice in the waves.  Taste the salt of life on your tongue.  Run your fingers through the eternal sand.  Breathe deeply.

If you find yourself worrying about your cell phone and e-mails, if you find yourself feeling guilty that you should be doing "something important," breathe deeply again.

And again.

Breathe deeply until every fabric of your being is reminded that this, being here, is your top priority.

This is peace.

This is wisdom.

The work is a means to living - but this is the living."
-Brian Vaszily

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Make It Count

"Life is either daring adventure or nothing at all."
-Helen Keller

Please take five minutes to watch this beautifully amazing video.

What does it mean to make it count?

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

"We listen. We tell. We love."

"When we carry a story, we carry each other.  Humanity begets humanity."
- Brynn Muir

Please, my wonderful friends, take a few minutes of your day to read this lovely post by my dear friend, Brynn Muir.

Her words speak to the core of our shared experience and why we both strive to shed our indifference to reveal the truth of our humanity: love, compassion, and the metaphorical (and in the best of times, actual) reaching out of an open hand.

Apwoyo.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Forgiveness

"Forgiveness is not the suppression of anger.  Forgiveness is asking for a miracle, the ability to see through someone's mistakes to the truth that lies within all of our hearts."
-"Kinyarwanda"

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

KONY 2012

Well... this is interesting.

Invisible Children has launched their newest campaign, and it is to bring Joseph Kony to justice by the end of 2012.

(NOTE: Before you give any of your time or money to Invisible Children, PLEASE, I BEG YOU, check them out at Charity Navigator, an organization that reports on transparency and other aspects of charitable organizations.  From what I've seen both here and on the ground myself... there are far better programs that need your money, ones that do far more effective work on the ground.  Now back to business...)

Joseph Kony, leader of the Lord's Resistance Army, has been rampaging around East and Central Africa - kidnapping, murdering, terrorizing - for over 25 years.  But we're going to bring him to justice within a year?

I have lived and researched in Northern Uganda, home to Joseph Kony.
I have ridden motorcycles through the bush with former child soldiers.
I have spent time with residents of IDP camps, hearing their stories of suffering.
I have a father with bullet wounds from LRA soldiers and a mother who held a man while he died after an attack.
I want Kony brought to justice as much as anyone out there.

But I'm not sure this is the way to go about it.

Don't get me wrong, I'm elated to see so much attention and enthusiasm directed at a place I call home.  There has been an overwhelming outpouring of support for the people I have come to call family, and it is beautiful.  But as vlogger Hank Green has said, "International relations are not conducted on the time scale of the internet."

This war has been going on for over TWENTY-FIVE YEARS.  What that means is that it is complex, it is difficult (if not impossible) to resolve, and it takes far more than some internet buzz to end.  There are reasons why he hasn't been brought to justice yet, and the history begs for far more detail than Invisible Children often provides.

After the failure of the Juba Peace Talks in 2008, the US attempted to intervene and capture Kony in 2009 in a failed project called Operation Lightning Thunder.  And what did it lead to?  MASS RETALIATION, including abductions, deaths, and thousands of people displaced.  Not exactly the most successful endeavor.

If we want Kony to be stopped, it will take dedication.  It will take careful planning, and not by kids on the internet, but by diplomats and military liaisons and government officials.  Who have already been working on bringing Kony to justice for years, long before you ever heard his name in a YouTube video on your Facebook newsfeed.   

We, as the youth of the world, are incredibly powerful.  We have, however, a tendency towards terribly short attention spans.  This quest for Kony cannot turn into an internet fad that loses steam in a few weeks' time.  I fear that may be what happens here.

So before we all start blowing up Facebook about Kony 2012, let's ask ourselves... are we still going to care in three weeks?  Three months?  Three years?  This is a marathon, not a sprint.  Kony has been at it for longer than I have been on this earth, and international intervention takes far longer than a Facebook update takes to write.

Get active, get excited, and get passionate, but first think hard about what it really takes to affect change.  Read: more than a twitter post.

Monday, March 5, 2012

TEDxlaf

For the second year in a row, a dedicated group of students organized an independent TED event at Lafayette.  Their theme, "Redefining We," centered around what it means to be a community and in a broader sense, what it means to be citizens of the world.  Thanks to my experiences abroad and resulting perspectives, as well as my widely-known philosophies on community, I was asked to speak at the 2012 TEDxlaf conference.  The following is the transcript of my talk.  Your thoughts and comments are welcomed and appreciated.  Enjoy.


"Hate and Hope: How the Darkest Place on Earth Restored My Faith in Humanity"

I fancy myself somewhat of a storyteller.  I carry entire libraries under my skin, and all the tales I guard are destined to be shared.  The telling of stories is as old as mankind, and it has always served as a way to bridge gaps and bind ties.

But I have found, time and again, that being a storyteller is difficult.  It means letting the world into the darkest things you've seen, the most difficult things you've done, but somehow finding a way to turn that into something positive.  Into something people will feel hopeful after hearing, instead of empty and alone.

My standing here before you all can be summed up in one statement, four words to live by: love is the answer.  It is the simple truth, and it really is all you need to know.  Now before you write me off as a naive kid, an idealistic collegiate who doesn't know the hardship of the real world, just hear me out. 

Because I have only learned this after seeing some of the world's darkest secrets.  I have traveled to what was once hell on earth and looked into the eyes of men who wanted the death of their countrymen with a burning fire they could not quench with anything but spilt blood.

I have looked into the eyes of evil and come out alive, if a bit emotionally damaged, on the other side.  I have broken bread with the survivors of violence we cannot even begin to imagine.  I've seen what we are capable of, and today I'm here to tell my story.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Africa Saves

This is not the first time I have recognized that sometimes, someone just says it better than I ever could, and it is not the first time that that person has been writer and poet Carlos Andrés Goméz.

This poem speaks for itself, and again wraps up all my feelings into a neat package.

Listen.  Think.  Feel.

This is my Africa.