Friday, May 07, 2010
Mum likes to eat fish head.
My Chinese tutor and I are slowly working our way through a year 4 reading book during my weekly sessions. Most of the lessons in the book are magazine or newspaper articles that send some sort of didactic message. This week the story was called "Mum likes to eat fish head" and I thought it terribly apropos seeing as this Sunday is mother's day. In the story a little girl from a poor family noticed that every time the family ate fish, her mum would put the fish head into her own bowl and then serve the rest of the of fish (the fleshy bits) to her children. The little girl would cry out "mummy, you love the fish head"! The little girl thought the fish head must be the best part because her mum always took it for herself. She once asked her mother for the fish head, but the mother declined, giving her daughter the fleshy part. Once, when the girl's grandmother came to visit, she brought a fish for dinner. After cooking it, the grandmother placed the fish head in her own bowl and gave the fleshy bits to her daughter (the girl's mother) and to the girl. The little girl cried out "but mummy likes the fish head"! The grandmother smiled, but did not give the fish head to her daughter. The young girl grew up and had her own family. Once she had her own children she realised her mum had not actually liked the fish head. The mother took the fish head because it had the least amount of meat. She took the inferior part of the fish and gave the children the best part, to nourish them and help them grow strong. The girl now put the fish head in her bowl and gave her children the good part of the fish. She would sacrifice in the same way her mother, and her grandmother did for their children.
The story got me thinking about mothers in general. The little girl for her whole young life thought her mum was taking the best bit of the fish for herself, but really the little girl did not understand. The mother was sacrificing to help her children grow strong. Mothers do things like that all of the time; they do things to help family at their own expense. My mum gave up work to raise my sister and I. She made the ultimate sacrifice, putting the lives of two others ahead of her own for so many years. She neither blamed me for taking away her freedom nor accused me of forcing her to sacrifice. She took on the unpopular role of rule enforcer, making her often the one I resented when I could not go to a friend's house, or to a party, or get that new pair of shoes I "desperately" wanted. But really I should be thanking her later in life - NOW. Whenever she was in my eyes the one curtailing my fun, she was really sacrificing my adoration for her in order to make me a better, stronger, more moral person. In many ways it must be harder to say "no" in the aim of nurturing a better child but practically making the child angry, than always saying "yes" and be the mum that every child loves. For this weekend where we are thankful to our mums....I'd like to say thank you to mine, for "pretending to like fish heads" so that I'd grow up to be a better, stronger and more self-aware person.
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Monday, May 03, 2010
Looking like you don't belong.
I've been thinking a lot lately about about migration, both forced and voluntary. Part of that may stem from the fact that there is a Refugee law exam looming on my calendar, but mostly it is from the world that we all live in.
Recently the United States has taken another nosedive into another divisive topic......immigration. It seems as if the country goes from one polarising problem to another, politicians not gaining consensus but always blaming others for the problems of the world. Regardless, migration is an issue for every country in the world. Some suffer from emigration while other are worried about immigration. Push factors propel people out of regions (war, drought, persecution, famine, natural disaster), while pull factors lead people to seek refuge or asylum in particular areas of the world (family, common language, viable job prospects). It seems strange to me that while immigration has long been a popular topic when discussing the dynamic fabric of countries, migration has been rarely acknowledged. However migration is at the very root of immigration. America is a country almost completely filled with migrants and immigrants. It is only at present that people are analysing the reality of migration; what it means when protracted refugee situations become intractable, what it means to be an "economic migrant".
In the nation-state model of the world, people fit neatly into boxes. One person belongs on the left side of the border, another belongs on the right. But now our world is littered with families on either side of the borders, with traders straddling the borders, with borders gone, with borders razor-wired, with landmines "protecting borders". Reality is not neat. Reality does not fit into boxes.
The new Arizona law causing such a stir in America calls for a reasonable suspicion determination when deciding to stop a person to check his/her status in the country. I have been reminded over that last few days about what people seem to think suspicious means. I have never seen a white person asked for their ID in Hong Kong, but last week I saw a man in tattered clothes pushing a dolly of goods on the street get stopped. The police took his ID card and called in the number to check the authenticity. Did he look like he didn't belong? My flatmate was on her way to work the other day and she was stopped by the police and her ID details were checked. Did she, a HK permanent resident, look like she didn't belong? My flatmate's sister was boarding a plane in America last week to come to Hong Kong and officers at the airport stopped her from getting onto the plane to ask about her travel to Hong Kong, wanting all identification documents, wanted know why she was going, where she was staying, proof of return ticket, what was her occupation, how much money she had on her person.... Did she, as a dual HK and US resident, not look like she belonged? Regarding this last anecdote, it reminded me of something I read earlier this year. Many countries are stationing officers at foreign airports whose job it is to interdict persons who look like they are going to to seek asylum or stay unlawfully in the country they are going to. It's effectively illegal border patrol because it happens super-extraterritorially.
I understand the purpose of laws; I've spent the last four years gaining an intimate awareness of them. But to me I cannot understand what we are all afraid of. For all the talk on TV and in magazines about our "global world" there must be a real nascent fear about this very global world. How can I, you, a police officer randomly select a person to check their status in HK, in America, in another country....it's clear that there is a you don't belong look. The only problem with that look is that, as in the three instances that I mentioned, ALL do belong.
Migration makes people of the same nationality different colors, speakers of different languages, wearers of different styles of clothing, livers of different kinds of lives. That does not mean anyone belongs any less. And yet there is a pervasive fear of those perceived as not belonging, as infringing on your quality of life, as taking what is rightfully yours. If they are illegally present then I understand, but if you target them, look at them, fear them because they look like they don't belong...check your premise, because many of the people you think don't belong actually do.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Friday, April 09, 2010
Fears and 饺子 (Jiaozi).
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Perspective.
"Just to give you an example of the mindset of some of the victims and survivors, I recall I had a witness, Witness C, as in Charlie. He came from Taba, never left the essentially 2-mile radius. We took him out of Taba to Kigali, which is 45-minutes away. It was his first time ever going to Kigali.
Later that day, we took him at night and put him on our little 10-seat plane and flew him to Arusha, Tanzania. It was his first time ever being on a plane. I remember he said as we were taking off -- through his translator, he looked at me and said, boy, too bad it's night, you know. I was hoping it was daylight so I can see heaven".
Is an international court a place where this fellow will find justice? Legal proceedings are not where a survivor is going to find justice. Many other alternatives must be offered to heal a society in different ways. The legal path is too foreign for most.
Monday, March 29, 2010
The elusive succinct and neutral application.
When I finally admitted to myself in college that I was not going to be a groundbreaking female biomedical engineer and that I would not end up in medical school (the fainting episode that I tried so hard to deny during my high school "shadow your future profession" week that took me to the pediatric ICU in Texas should have been my first glaring clue), I decided I wanted to be a lawyer. Not just any lawyer mind you, I had to be a lawyer that was going to do something to help people, and not just help them divide their assets or fight over children (though to be honest those jobs are equally as taxing and draining on the soul but maybe more financially rewarding). At that time, at that turning point in a 19 year-old's life as it may have been, I used the phrases human rights lawyer and advocate of humanitarian law interchangeably as a way to describe my future aspirations. It wasn't until a few years later that I learned there is a fundamentally important distinction between the two, a distinction that may in the future wedge the two further and further apart.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A community for surviving....barely.
There are currently almost 2 million Afghan refugees in Pakistan. This is after the UNHCR and other int'l organisations worked on voluntarily repatriating over 3 million refugees that were in Pakistan back to their home state of Afghanistan. The irony of this was that the UN originally estimated that there were only ever 3 million total Afghan refugees in Pakistan beginning from when the Soviets invaded Afghanistan in the late 1970s. Somehow nearly 2 million people went unaccounted for. Think for a moment, aide that has arrived over the years - based upon a belief there were 3 million - barely covered the 3 million that were thought to be there; what about aide for 2 million more people? Criticisms lately go that refugee camps in the region are harbouring terrorists, that people are "economic" migrants, that moving out of their home state b/c of drought is not a legitimate reason. While the official "Refugee Convention" definition does not include persons moving due to natural disaster or for reasons of making a livelihood, it is undeniable that suffering is ubiquitous in the region. As humans we may in theory all have "equal human rights" but the reality is that conditions in many areas of the world make it nearly impossible to realise a majority of human rights without help.
even with all of this aid from America, the UN and MANY other countries.......
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.....this still happens.
Check out other photos from this series.
Visual injustice is a funny thing....it makes people FEEL bad, or sad but few are propelled to do anything. Why?
I suppose a more telling question would be if your neighbor was suffering like this would you help?
Or even MORE potent in this world: do you even know your neighbor? Are you so convinced of the infallibility of the individual that it's not worthwhile to make your neighborhood a community? These people in the photos would not be surviving, albeit by a thread, without a community.
Where is your community?
Thursday, March 11, 2010
The reluctant leader.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
The beauty of Culture.
Below is a song that I heard at the aforementioned culture night. It sounded lovely in Burmese, but the English translation is also beautiful:
Let's make the world beautiful
(1) How majestic are the rivers, the valleys and the mountains
Teeming with sweet and colourful flowers
Making the whole world look beautiful
(2) Though we are entrusted with the task to maintain its beauty
Our misdeeds make the world ugly
Now where are love and kindness
(3) Many plants and flowers have withered in the scorching sun
But let's take the task of a gardener
And let's revitalise and beautify the world again
Chorus:
People are hungry, they thirst for love
People are mourning and perishing in the darkness
They are dying in wars of hatred
Now our world has become ugly
Let's revitalise and beautify the world again.
- I want to thank my colleague for sharing part of his culture with me for an evening.
from:http://www.everyculture.com/Bo-Co/Burma.html
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
It happens even where freedom and opportunity are coveted.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Fair weather weather lover.
The lunar new year holiday is underway here in Hong Kong and for most children and parents it meant at least a 4-day holiday and at most a couple of weeks away from school. For me, there is no class this week and while I had grand plans to read for my dissertation all week....just me and my books and papers on war crimes trials....but the chilly and rainy weather has made me motivated to do little more than watch the Olympics on TV and stay in my warm bed because there is not indoor heating in HK and the temperature was 9 degrees C last night.
Friday, February 12, 2010
An unjustified reason not to feel.
In a lecture last night I learned about perpetrators of grave crimes: of the people that took part in the holocaust, of those in the Rwandan genocide, and other massive human rights violations. As much as we as outsiders looking in on the history want to paint the perpetrators as something other than us, extensive studies show that perpetrators are ordinary people. They are ordinary people that owing to a number of factors in a high-stress situation come to do extraordinarily evil things. But the common misconception that must be dispelled is that they are not extraordinary people.