Monday, September 28, 2009

Seeing Jews in Israel makes Jews in NY More Interesting

An interesting byproduct of my trip to Israel is the way it connects me to the city I live in. I live on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. This is a historically Jewish neighborhood. Across the street is a huge Jewish community center and many other synagogues exist within blocks of my house. I used to joke that I lived in Israel West, but before going there I just really couldn't imagine how similar it actually feels.

Israel was a fascinating place to go to experience culture. I have lived with all these Jews around me, but never have been as interested in the different aspects of the culture or traditions of the religion as I am now.

In these two weeks of Jewish holidays between Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur I have been keeping a much closer eye on what is happening. I have learned about traditions happening right under my nose. Right down the street at the edge of the Hudson River, hundreds gathered for Tashlikh, a long-standing Jewish practice of casting off the year's sins by throwing bread into the river and preparing for the new year. And then I just read about Orthodox Jews in Queens who participate in Kapparot, a ceremony where they swing live chickens over their heads while reciting a chant about transferring their sins symbolically onto the bird: "This is my exchange, my substitute, my atonement. This rooster shall go to its death, but I shall go to a good, long life, and to peace."

On a more political note, I happened upon thousands of Hasidic Jews gathered last week to protest Netayahu's presence at the UN and the existence of the secular Israel state and its poor treatment of religious Jews.

The beauty of travel is its ability to make other cultures more real and understandable. A photo might be worth a thousand words, but standing right there and looking out at something new must be worth a million. In two weeks in Israel, my brain opened up to Jewish culture: its diversity and its stereotypes. Now that I am home it makes me appreciate the diversity around me even more.

On a side note, I can't help thinking, why don't we just move all the Jews to NY where they seem to live in peace and prosperity? I feel like they would be welcomed (At least in my neighborhood anyway.)

Sunday, September 27, 2009

UN General Assembly 2009

For the third year in a row, I perched myself at 46th and 1st Avenue and watched the procession of world leaders and their delegates going in and out of United Nations General Assembly meeting.

Its hard to describe what a wonderful international experience this is. So many faces from so many nations all there rushing by. So many colors, so many outfits. Its impossible to figure out where everyone is from, but here they are all together talking, sharing, venting (I guess that is what Qadaffi was doing), and trying to find solutions to the world's issues.

My leader highlights were the Latin American trifecta: Evo Morales, President of Bolivia who I have seen for 3 years in a row, Lula de Silva, President of Brazil, and Hugo Chavez, president of Venezuela, and general rabble rouser, who was walking with a gigantic delegation and making a real show. I also saw diplomats including Richard Holbrooke and Nobel Peace Prize winner Wangari Maathai from Kenya TWICE!
Lastly the protests that happen to in Dag Hammarskjold Plaza always make a splash. This year the two highlights were one welcoming Qadaffi with signs saying things like "Long Live the King of Africa" and a HUGE Hasidic Jewish rally protesting the existence of the secular Jewish state of Israel and the poor treatment religious Jews get there. (This was particularly interesting to me after my trip this summer to Israel.)

All and all I am always proud that my city can host an amazing event like this in a peaceful way. What a privilege it is that the world comes to us! People are allowed to express their opinions. Police seem friendly, professional, and easy going in a very NY way. It gives me another reminder of what an incredible place NY is and of the privileges I have as an American.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Israel, First Thoughts

I just got back from a trip to Israel and the West Bank and I am finding myself afraid to write anything on my blog. When it comes to Israel all rational debate seems to evaporate and emotion takes over. I'm afraid to write about anything, knowing the issues that govern all of society there are based on a complicated history that I only know a little bit about. I am afraid to make sweeping generalizations and be wrong about some aspect of what I say and have someone jump on me for it.

I HATE this feeling. Its why I have avoided this area for so long. I generally try to be a rational observer of places I visit. I go on trips where I meet many different voices and sides of an issue and then I try to share what I hear with all of you. Of course I come at issues from a certain point of view, but I enjoy reasoned debate and frank conversations. I don't like feeling bullied to be quiet. I have observed many people before me make a comment or two and been verbally beaten into submission by voices that don't necessarily make sense but definitely are louder and block others out.

I know many of you enjoy my observations so it would not be fair to not write them down and for those who don't like what I have to say, please go easy on me. Some of my best friends are Jewish (wink wink). Really. Gosh, even my dad and step dad and just about all my neighbors... I don't want to be written off as anti-semetic. Perhaps its because I see the wonderful liberal Jews on the Upper West Side who have spent their lives working for justice and I know Israel could be a different place if those were the ideals that formed the basis of the Israeli government's philosophy.

So now I will speak...

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Photos from Israel and the West Bank

Photos from Israel and the West Bank
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Photos of Faces from the West Bank

Photos of Faces of the West Bank
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Images from the Jerusalem

The Wailing Wall or Western Wall in Old City Jerusalem. The holiest site for Jews
The Church of the Holy Sepulchre is built around what is believed to be the site of Christ's crucifiction, burial and resurrection
Dome of the Rock, an important Muslim holy site in Old City Jerusalem

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Thoughts from the West Bank

I just got back from a two week study tour of the West Bank. During the trip we spent our days traveling around the West Bank to all the major cities including Bethlehem, Ramallah, Nablus, Hebron, Jenin as well as a few small villages whose livelihood has been affected by the Wall... We met with human rights organizations, advocacy groups, as well as other groups that work to bring Israelis and Palestinians together to find mutual interests and understanding. We visited and even stayed overnight in a refugee camp in Bethlehem, stayed with a Palestinian family and generally immersed ourselves in the deep complicated issues of this conflict.

Prior to this I was someone who sort of ignored this conflict. It was too complicated and emotional and I just didn't dare have much of an opinion. As is my way, if I am going to start exploring an issue I like to do it first hand. I find it amazing how much information my brain is able to absorb when I am on the ground in a country. Trips like this one make a participant face directly the cold hard facts of war and, in this case, ongoing occupation.

No matter how many news stories I have probably seen about war, (and even other conflicts I have seen first hand Nicaragua in the 80s, Afghanistan in 2006, the fading oppression of the Soviet Empire in the 80s...) Nothing hit me like a walk through Hebron in the southern West Bank. Sites like military checkpoints in the middle of the city, military guard posts on the top on buildings, barbed wire blocking corridors in the market area, Jewish settlers walking through with big guns strapped on their backs, graffiti of Jewish stars hostily painted across shuttered Palestinian shops (reminding me of the swastikas that were used against Jews in the past.), spray paint covering Arabic wording on signs in the Arabic part of town
(Perhaps part of a larger effort by Jewish settlers to stop the use of Arabic in all signs in the West Bank), an empty road guarded by Israeli military with yellow lines down the center that guides the Jewish settlers to their settlements so that they don't have to stray into the Palestinian streets. And the worst was that the alleys of the market have to have wire mesh over them so that Palestinian shoppers below don't get hit with the garbage, 2x4s, and anything else the Jewish settlers on the above floors can find to throw. (I honestly can't even begin to express the horror of this sight.)

And then there were the stories we heard first hand of harassment by patrolling Israeli Defense Force soldiers, a random killing of the brother of a Palestinian women we met when he came into the city for milk for his child and was shot right through the door of his car, forced curfews that lasted days without letting Palestinians leave their house. People prevented from attending school, going to work and basically living.

I've been trying to figure out why this felt so much worse than other places. All I can think of is that this is not really a time of war that will come to an end, instead this is the reality of daily life that Palestinians face. Walking in Hebron brought me straight to the images of Jewish ghettos during the holocaust. And although Hebron felt more directly painful, all Palestinians live with varying degrees of these harassments. This daily oppression, humiliation and persecution affects every aspect of their lives. In the first days of my trip I kept thinking that although walls and check points are terrible and that reducing the freedom of movement for a whole sector of society is not right, I believed people would eventually get used to it. After seeing Hebron, I felt the roots of anger. I can definitely see where the defiance comes from. You just can't take people's freedom and dignity away and not expect to feel a lasting terrible price and the insecurity Israeli's feel is that price.

All of this made me really sad. I have spent many days visiting the sights of empty ghettos in Europe and the grounds of Auschwitz and gone to many holocaust museums. I have heard over and over about the wrongs that have been done to Jews. I have seen the damage from antisemitism over and over and I really want to believe Israel is a possible dream. But what I can't wrap my head around is how people who have been so wronged could turn around and do the same thing to the people who lived in Palestine in the early 1900's when the Zionist dream began to become a reality? After being forced to live in ghettos, how could Jews come in and move Palestinians into ghettos and take their property? After being so persecuted for their beliefs how could they then do that to others?

As with all these types of issues, the reasons are deep and hard to understand. The roots can't be pinpointed easily, but the reality of today is NOT right and it is not right to tolerate it. The part that troubles me the most is that the USA is an active participant in this conflict. Our hands are covered with blood from both sides as we play the middleman ineffectively. We have a history of saying one thing and doing another. Last year, Parade Magazine (as neutral a source as I could think of) says we gave Israel $2.4 billion, almost 10% of our entire foreign aid budget. We supply aid for weapons and pay for the some of the ugliest parts of the occupation. Currently we are funding the building of roads all over the West Bank that connect the Jewish settlements to the Green Zone, the Jewish Israeli borders and to Jerusalem. Often they are built under the idea they will also help Jews and Palestinians get around the increasingly overcrowded the West Bank and are paid for under the allocated Palestinian aid and then when they are complete, access is closed to Palestinians by blocking the Palestinian access roads with piles of rocks, gates and even with walls. Systematically Israel has let 305,000 settlers move into the West Bank even though its been deemed illegal under international law and condemned by the UN. The US closes its eyes as every hilltop is developed into settlements, making a two state solution impossible, since all those Jewish settlers won't live under Palestinian rule even though they have decided to move into Palestinian land as defined by international law. The US watched as Israel built the "separation barrier" that directly annexed 28% of the land previously defined as the West Bank. The wall cuts Palestinian farmers off from their lands. It separates families. It cuts off communities. And from my opinion this wall is the thing that will spell Israel's demise. Its one step too unreasonable. No unbiased person can look at it and not see its unjustness.

So in the end, I believe that Israel's security excesses will spell its end. The world will not tolerate these injustices forever and eventually Israel will have to find a better way to deal with the Palestinians. I only wish I could visualize what that end might be.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Taking Portraits of Girls - My New Plan


As most of my readers know, I love taking portraits when I travel. The desire started after six weeks traveling around Europe. I found that when I looked back at my pictures there were lots of pretty buildings but the thing that differentiated each country were the faces and I had no pictures of them. So now I boldly engage with as many people as I can when I travel so I can bring the richness of those faces back to you.

Unfortunately on my recent trip to Israel I felt like I was not allowed to take any pictures of people. Every ask was denied. Its not that there aren't wonderful faces there. Gosh, I could spend a lifetime looking at the peyos on small Hasidic children and the long beards on some of their men. And as you probably have noticed I have and admiration and fascination with the Islamic veil. In the West Bank, women wear colorful, decorated and gracefully wrapped veils, that were different from the other places I have been.

Usually I can always count on children to let me photograph them. Boys love to ham around and make funny faces, but on the West Bank, even many of those faces evaded me. While some boys allowed it, girls always said no.
Because of this, I tried a new tactic: how about giving girls my camera to take pictures of me with them or for them to take pictures of each other? At first they were reticent and then the magic clicked. Somehow when girls were taking pictures of girls the shyness fell away. And thankfully I have these photos of beautiful Palestinian girls in the Dheisheh refugee camp in Bethlehem and the Jenin refugee camp to share with you.

As always I wish I could bring all these bright girls back home with me and expose them to the opportunities I've had, but in lieu of that at least I hope you can see the sparkle in their eyes and think of them when you hear about Palestinians and the painful world they live in.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

The story of photos continues...

The night we took most of the pictures in my previous post, we stayed in the Dneisha Refugee Camp in Bethlehem. While we were eating dinner suddenly the air filled with wild party music and fireworks started popping into the nearby sky. It seemed clear that something was going on and that clearly meant I should go try to enjoy the action. Sue, my travel roommate, and I promptly set out to find the party. We walked about a block and when we turned the corner to follow the lights and sounds, we found a huge party in the street. As I looked around and sized up the situation I noticed we were the only women among hundreds of dancing men. A quick thought went through my mind about whether it was appropriate for us to be there, but luckily before I had to think much about it I was approached by a kind looking gentleman. He pointed towards a building with a blowing sheet over the entrance and asked if we would like to go in the woman's tent. Before we knew it we were swept into a room with hundreds of Palestinian women dancing, chatting and celebrating a wedding. As you can imagine, our entrance made a splash. At first I fingered the small bag of candies I had been handed right away as a party favor and wondered what I had gotten myself into. Luckily right there in the back of the room was my little budding photographer friend and her family. Within moments they cleared seats for us and invited us into their little circle. Between dances, of which there were many!, we sat with our friends.

As soon as we sat down, our friend asked if she could see my camera and look at the pictures she had taken and show the rest of her family. Quickly the story changed to something much more substantial in the spirit of the occupation. After they looked at the photos they had taken they started flipping through all my shots. In that digital card I had all my photos from the last few days of the my trip (about 300 shots) These included all the shots I had taken on our walking tour of Old City Jerusalem. Under the current occupation travel to Jerusalem is wildly restricted for Palestinians without work permits or residential permits for Jerusalem. Although Bethlehem is only about 15 minutes driving distance from Jerusalem, the Wall, check points and the harassment they bring makes the trip hours long even if you are granted a permit, something you must plan months ahead to try to get. This means that most Palestinians have never been to Jerusalem to see the historical and religious sites there, including the Dome of the Rock, the third most holy place for Muslims. So as they clicked through my pictures they got very excited. I watched the mom point and explain to the kids what things were. Along the way they stopped and asked who people were and what places were.

At that moment, even in a very joyous party that had transported me far from the disturbing issues I had been seeing first hand on this trip, I felt very sad for a group of people who are being forcibly separated from their land, history and culture.

P.S. Unfortunately photo taking was strictly forbidden so I will have to live with the memories of hundreds of women dancing and reveling only being in my head.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Faces from Palestine


Sunday, June 14, 2009

Murals in San Francisco

Photos of the murals

Saturday, June 13, 2009











Sunday, April 05, 2009

Look who used one of my photos for a piece about Bolivia

First I got published in a Japanese magazine and now in this article in "Masa Acher" a leading geographical and cultural magazine, published monthly in Israel.

חמישים גרם אבקת צפרדעים
http://www.ifeel.co.il/page/13500

and also here on this funny site Una calle Salvador Allenda, dedicated to images around the world using Salvador Allende's name who published my photo from Mozambique.
http://www.abacq.org/calle/

Somehow, my pictures look much cooler surrounded by a foreign alphabet.

Traveling to Africa - Winter 2009

I recently got back from 5 weeks in Africa where I was traveling for work. In case you don't remember, I now run Princeton in Africa, a program that annually sends 25 recent college grads on year-long fellowships in service organizations throughout the continent of Africa. The best bonus of the job is an annual extensive trip to Africa to do site visits to potential partner organizations to make sure they would be good places for Princeton in Africa Fellows. My recent trip took me to Mozambique, South Africa, Zambia and Kenya.

In many ways, traveling for work definitely felt very different. I was online and connected all the time, checking my work emails and attending to work responsibilities. This was possible because I had much more WIFI than I ever would have expected in Africa. All of this meant I had a slightly different lens to view things from. On the really good side, it was great to be able to visit an assortment of organizations doing valuable work on the ground. I visited health clinics, schools, agriculture micro-lending sites and more. As always the best part was being connected to hard working passionate people working to improve the world around them. This kind of travel connected me to local people beyond the tourist sector which made the places I visited even more real.

On the bad side, my intense work schedule made it hard to find as much time to write about my trip. You will see a few pieces below, but I spent more of my free time taking photographs. As always you can read the titles to hear a little more about the trip. Since Flickr makes it a little harder to see the titles during the slide show function, please be sure to follow the directions that are posted below the links.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Images of Obamania in Africa
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Saturday, March 21, 2009

Photo album of Zambia pictures

Photos from Zambia
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Friday, March 20, 2009

Photo album of Mozambique pictures

Photos from Mozambique
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Sunday, March 01, 2009

Photo album of Kenyan pictures

Photos from Kenya
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Monday, February 23, 2009

Traveling in Africa


I know this might sound strange to most of you that are reading, but I keep thinking about the fact that I am in Africa, a place that most people think is a basketcase and traveling here is so much easier than in India. Yes, sometimes the roads are bumpy or dirt, but planes arrive early. Airports are small and easy. Taxis are available. People have all been arriving on time. There is traffic, but it moves and we never get stopped by a cow sitting in the middle of the road (well, almost never.)

And my overnight bus even served snacks through the ride!

Yay Africa!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Travels in Zambia


I've see so many new places, new countries and new sites on this trip that I'm just not sure where to start.

So here I am just going to talk about the last 7 days in Zambia and hopefully I will find a way to talk about Mozambique, South Africa and my day trip to Swaziland in future posts.

One week ago I arrived in Zambia. I spent 5 days in Livingstone visiting African Impact, an org that does voluntourism. Through them I was able to visit schools, farm coops and medical clinics. One day I was able to work at the clinic at first taking blood pressure, temps and weight to help the nurses out and then getting to weigh all the babies since Monday was baby weighing day. The walk through the HIV building was sobering. In one way I was proud to be an American and know that PEPFAR now makes it possible to give free ARTs to anyone who needs them in Zambia. (In my mind, this is George Bush's great moment. The irony about how happy Africa is to have Obama as president, when in truth George Bush was the best president so far for Africa and may be for some time.) In another way, I looked at all their faces and saw the front lines of the HIV fight. In fact, another program at this clinic was to send a whole band of HIV positive people who wear t-shirts with HIV education messages out to go door to door in the community.

Livingstone is also the location for Victoria Falls, the largest waterfall in the world. The sheet of water flows down a long long stretch of land and visitors walk on the other side of the crevice getting soaked by the spray.

At Victoria Falls, I decided to finally try bungee jumping. The jump is off a bridge that connects Zambia to Zimbabwe, so not only did I get to jump 110 meters connected via rubber band towards a roaring river, but I got to talk Zimbabwean politics while I was waiting and after I was done.

I was surprised that the border is very open and Zimbabweans cross all day long to buy goods in Zambia, since these days hyperinflation and other problems make it impossible to purchase anything within their borders. Apparently people get a pass that is good for the day and they just have to cross back over the border by the end of the day. As always, I'm an experiential learner and having direct conversations about bad governance in Zimbabwe with people from there makes the issues so much more alive.

After volunteering and surviving bungee jumping I headed north to Lusaka, Zambia's capitol to visit Kucetekela Foundation. This org pays for private secondary school for vulnerable children. In Zambia, public schools are weak and to achieve real success a child need to attend private schools that cost an enormous amount of money and thus are out of reach to most children. For two days KF has brought me to government and private schools and introduced me to students, teachers, principals, parents and mentors and let me see the work they do. I finish feeling very inspired that at least 36 kids are being well taken care of and being given unbelievable opportunities for the future. This might be a small organization, but it is changing lives one family at a time.

This morning in addition tour of schools, my KF escort took me out into his mother's village where I was able to wile away the morning playing with kids and exploring a world that is very far from the one I live in.


I promise to write more when I can. The intensity of my work here and the heat of the sun are slowing me down.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Thoughts on Africa


Victoria Falls, the biggest waterfall in the world!

I’m sitting at my Zambian backpackers (hostel in southern African terms) and watching the rain pour down and thinking, somehow everything in Africa is more extreme than others places I’ve been. When it rains it really pours. The streets turn to steams. The full big open sky rumbles. Also in my time in South Africa, the bugs I saw were huge. Everything on steroids. Six inch crickets. Two inch beetles. Bigger, brighter colors, more pizzazz. On safari, I got to see the huge animals of the savanna. I got used to Asia elephants over my last few trips and now I was reintroduced to African elephants, who make Asian elephants seem tiny. Then it really is amazing how much lions and leopards look like kitties except they are bigger, faster, stronger and significantly more dangerous. Then there is just the color everywhere. The women are dressed in bright patterns. Its rainy season so the landscape is lush and green. Most of the time the sun is bright and strong.

And lastly there are the big smiles. The friendliness and openness is intoxicating. Little kids waving from the side of the roads. The rawness and realness of this continent is just incredible.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentines Day

I would have thought Africa was a good place to escape all the Hallmark silliness that surrounds Valentines Day, but its turned out to be quite the opposite. I can't get over the big v-day displays everywhere. Every grocery store is selling red hearts, stuffed animals, fake flowers and champagne. Events are being held. Merchants are walking around with single stemmed roses for sale. Here is Livingstone, the movie house in town has a Valentine's Day Special showing "What happened in Vegas" and "Why did I get married" instead of Saturdays normal soccer games. (Something I thought would be really fun to watch on a movie theater size screen in Africa with a bunch of screaming Zambians.)

So it looks like I will quietly sit out Valentine's Day while the Africans revel around me.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Go Obama!


I brought a role of Obama stickers to spread the O fever.

Maputo, Mozambique


Cordelia's Journeys is back in business. Yup, I'm on the go again and I promise to try to write a bit more about what I'm seeing versus just posting photos.

So I'm here in Maputo, the capitol of Mozambique. For those of you who aren't as up on your African geography, Mozambique is on the east coast of Africa bordering on South Africa. Its a former Portuguese colony that gained independence in 1975. That was followedby a civil war that lasted till 1992, but at this point it is relatively stable, pretty poor but on the slow road to development. NGOs are hard at work helping it grow and Maputo is where most of those aid folks live. Its an beautiful breezy city on with water on either side.

For me that meant a ferry trip out to Catembe yesterday on the other side of the bay for a long walk on the beach and a great view of the city and a TERRIBLE sunburn! (Hey, that's the down side of warm breezes and bright sun. After the last weeks in NY, I was vitamin D deprived but now I'm all set!)

The reason I'm here is because I have a few meetings with potential partners for Princeton in Africa. I started the morning with Save the Children and ended at a beach side bar learning about Opportunity International, a microlending organization.

But one can spend only so long in meetings and then in between I've had time to explore the city. Today I walked around the city for 4 hours. It was GREAT. I love feeling my own way in a city and figuring out its energy. Maputo has great energy. There is a mix of modern and old. The Portuguese have a liberal live life style and they leave that mark on their colonies. I was expecting more conservatively dressed people and instead I see spaghetti straps. Also there is a tradition of music and we spent an evening at the French Cultural Center where they have a big amphitheater. By the time we actually got there most of the music was over, but the reason we went is because we could hear the music echoing in the street and we had to go in after listening from the sidewalk. Lastly a wonderful thing about Maputo is that there are tons of outdoor cafes. It just a lively social scene.

Gotta sign off for now, but there will be more to come with 4 counties in 5 weeks...

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Photos of Maputo


Saturday, January 24, 2009

Inaugural Week in Washington



Photos from the Inauguration

Friday, December 12, 2008

Jane and Cordelia get published in the Greenwich Citizen! Read more!



Look Back, Move Forward

A Mother and Daughter Travel the Deep South After Obama's Victory
By Jane Milliken

Unfortunately the link has been taken down... Suffice it to say, my mom and I had a very interesting time exploring Alabama and Mississippi and you can read some of my thoughts connected to the photos in the slide show in the next post.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Photos from Alabama and Mississippi


My photos

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Shocking fact:

The top 1000 people in the world have assets greater than the lower 2.5 billion.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Obama wins! Live in Times Square

Monday, September 29, 2008

Traveling the World in New York City

Now that I have a job its harder to get away for long trips to exotic locales. Not to worry, I will still be able to travel but just less frequently.

I often feel thankful for living in New York since it gives me a chance to experience the world at my doorstep. This week that was especially true. Each year the United Nations opens it's session with a full meeting of the General Assembly. This means that the leaders of almost all the nations in the world gather here in New York and bring international excitement on a whole different level.

For the last two years I have spent time sitting outside the UN watching delegations go in and out. A small interesting crowd of folks like me usually gather to watch the excitement.

Its amazing site to see some many different faces, colors, languages and forms of traditional dress. Then every so often the excitement rises when one of the leaders comes through with his delegation. I wish I knew all their faces, but I don't But here is a short list of the ones I am sure I saw:

The presidents of Turkey, Georgia, Senegal, and Bolivia (Yes, I saw Evo Morales for the second year in a row!) and the Premier of China. I also think I saw the President of Colombia, but can't be sure it was him.

The highlight of afternoon with A LOT of highlights, was when Georgian President Saakashvili jumped out of his motorcade to address a crowd of pro Georgian protesters who were shouting to get Russia out of their country. When the crowd saw him coming they started singing their national anthem at the top of their lungs. For me it was a moving sight. My knees shook for a few blocks after. The Georgia conflict has been all over the headlines, but this made it real.

Some of you will be mad to hear that I had a pretty strong patriotic reaction to seeing POTUS' motorcade. I know he has been a bad president for our overall position in the world, but watch 20 motorcycle cops stream in before a LONG motorcade and finally seeing the American flag and presidential seal stirred a little American pride in my soul. I might not like him, but he is the President, and like it or not my countrymen picked him. I can't wait till next year when President Obama is inside that limo.

After all that excitement I topped off the week with a trip to Little Senegal on 116th Street for an amazing African feeling. How cool is it that I could see their president one day and then go to a place crowded with his people on another and never be more than an hour from home!

I love that I can see the world in my city. I love New York.

**The photos are of Georgian President Saakashvili arriving at the rally.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

The Democratic Convention in Denver



Photos from the Convention

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Rocky Mountain High.... Colorado


Colorado Photos

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Campaigning in Philadelphia


Photos from Philadephia

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Mexico Trip - March 2008

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

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Thursday, March 27, 2008


A few years ago I pledged to go somewhere interesting for my birthday every year and this year I chose Mexico. I spent most of my time in Mexico City. Lately, I feel like Mexico City is on the way to being one of the new “it” cities due to its mega city status and being a city girl I wanted to see it again. Way back when, in ninth grade, I took my very first international trip to Mexico with my Spanish class and although I have vague memories I felt it was time to see it again. I wanted to see the city through today’s lens.

So what did I think? It was a real surprise. Although I knew I’d see stuff I loved, I was expecting smog, traffic and crime. Instead I got pretty clear skies with views of the mountains from my hotel room, not much traffic and police EVERYWHERE. Honestly, there were police all over and I felt very safe and apparently they have instituted some controls on who can drive their cars into the city and it appears to be working.

So where did that leave me? It meant I could wander freely, discover old architecture, enjoy the kind of pulse that the second largest city in the world can bring, peruse markets, attend moving church services, listen to mariachi music and practice my Spanish. (I have to say the best part of the trip is that I am beginning to feel more confidence with my Spanish which makes me want to spend more time down south soon. Too bad they don’t speak Spanish in Africa!)

Mexico has such a diverse mix of rich and poor. I went out in neighborhoods in the evenings that rivaled New York, London and Paris. They were lined with bars and restaurants. Prosperity was in the air. The people were glamorous. And yet, the markets felt as foreign as any I’ve been to in the world with peppers and tortillas piled high. There is a real sense of history in the city with ruins found in the subway stations and in the middle of the city and old beautiful churches found on even the smallest streets. And yet, there are big modern glass skyscrapers towering in the sky.

The subway was amazing. Its marble floors and walls gleamed and as soon as one car pulled out of the station, another pulled in, and all that for only 20 cents a ride. Frankly it made me a little embarrassed about New York ’s public transportation.

I visited two other towns for one night each to get a better feeling for small town Mexico and enjoyed climbing up into the mountains and sitting in the town squares. These little towns had a lovely historic feel; Tepoztlan with its bright tropical colors and Taxco with its red tiled roofs and white stucco. I got to interact with indigenous people who still only speak their tribal languages even though they are living in medium sized towns that are very close to Mexico City. I also got to see bands parading through the streets playing fun music. Plus I got to try all different kinds of foods.

All in all, it’s a varied place, pretty close to home with plenty to see and do.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Mexico Photos




Campaigning in Ohio


The first weekend in March I headed to Cleveland Ohio for another stop on this years Presidential Campaign. It was my first trip to Ohio, but after going to college in Pennsylvania, this end of the Rust Belt looked pretty familiar. Cleveland has a once grand downtown as a testament to the strength of its old industries. Its trying to polish up its image and renovations are visible all over. It has neighborhoods that are deeply suffering from the economic downturn with empty shops and plywood windows. And we campaigned in suburban neighborhoods with lovely small houses and a fresh coat of snow to make it all more picturesque.

All in all, it looked like I expected but I didn't get to see enough. After all I have really come to love industrial America and I bet Cleveland has more to show me. I'll see you in the Fall.

Ohio Photos

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Cordelia Hits the Heartland


With super duper Tuesday fast approaching, the Iowa Caucuses, for most of you, are but a distant memory on this years political campaign trail. But for me they will now be a big mark on the 2008 election cycle and my quest to find the real America. Yes, that is right, my last trip wasn't to some exotic third world country but instead I went deep into the heartland to mix my two favorite pastimes, politics and travel. I set on my journey right after Christmas knowing it was a dead time for my job search and that its a time I am usually restless at home. Each year I wish I was somewhere else for New Year's Eve and here was my opportunity. I planned to ring in 2008 from the streets of Des Moines, Iowa, because I knew this year it was at the place to be!

In 1992, I worked on my first Presidential campaign for Tom Harkin, a US Senator from Iowa. Since then, Iowa and all the Iowans I worked with have always had a place in my heart even though I had never actually been to the state. I yearned to eat loose meat sandwiches, travel through endless corn fields and to see a Hy-Vee (their super supermarket chain) up close and personal. Somehow I was going to get there, either while checking out the 4-H cows and eating corndogs at the Iowa State Fair or better yet, experiencing the kick-off to the much anticipated Presidential Race first hand. Seeing the country from a political canvasser's point of view turned out to be a wonderful way to hear America's heartbeat and see some of it's small towns.

So I set out, destination Ames, Iowa, pretty much in the dead center of the state. Its just 30 minutes north of Des Moines, Iowa's capital city, and home to Iowa State, a school with 26,000 students. Even though school wasn't in session, it was fun to be in the middle of a huge college town. Our campaign headquarters was tucked in the college downtown area, perfect for a quick walk to get a fresh cup of coffee, a glance in a shop selling more types of college paraphernalia than I've ever seen before and just a few steps away from plenty of college bars which were good places to go reflect on a hard days work. On the first day I canvassed in Ames, but being a small city (50,000 is big in Iowa terms) and built up at the same time as many of the New York suburbs, it was a little too close to what I see in New York. I wanted to get out and see the farm country so the next day I headed out to rural small towns outside the city. Towns of a few hundred to a few thousand people are connected by roads through miles and miles and miles of flat soybean or corn fields. At that time of year, Iowa was covered with snow, so there were great white expanses with the remains of harvested corns stalks sticking out and a barn or grain silo in the distance. Iowa is also the third largest pork producing state so huge hog farms can be seen by the road. I never saw a hog though because they are kept tightly inside while they are fattened up for slaughter. I wasn't in a meat packing area so I didn't really have to deal with the reality of the situation. Though in keeping with my "when in Rome" philosophy, I did have a delicious fried pork sandwich at the local DQ.

The towns were so quaint and reaked of the Americana that makes up the our country myth. There were beautiful old houses. American flags waved in the wind. Signs saying Velkommen reminded me of the strong Scandinavian influence. Garland and Christmas wreaths were draped out on big porches. Swings hung from the trees in the yards. No matter where you were in a town you weren't far from farmland, barns, silos and other huge farm storage facilities. Reminders of the Iraq War were never far, since yellow ribbons adorned trees and mailboxes and signs saying Support Our Troops with either Win the War or End the War, depending which house I passed, were very visible. Another notable sight were empty storefronts. Downtowns were lined with empty shops. Many towns had no retail at all. I can only deduce that most people must take the long drive to Ames to shop in big box retailers. Some towns, like Story City, have reinvented themselves and become destinations with a few touristy things to see. We visited a workshop that made furniture from the late 1700's using only the original tools from that time. On some days we were lucky to find a local restaurant to eat at. People were always curious and commented on our political buttons. I don't think they see that many new faces in some of these places. We quickly learned that every person was a potential caucus goer, so we spent plenty of time chatting there too.

The people I met were so wonderful. They were friendly and inviting, solid and articulate and they knew their political issues. They were all looking for the perfect candidate. They would say they like a candidate but were curious of their position on say, nuclear energy or laws regarding credit card companies... Something obscure that no canvaser could really be sure of their candidate's position on. My canvassing partner was Hillary's Little Rock pastor, who was also volunteering, and when one women said she felt Hillary was dishonest, I had him call her. We would do anything we could to switch a vote. Anything, that is, except going negative. We were strictly guided not to talk badly about any other candidate and instead spread Hillary's record to win her favor. (Its only weeks later and I here I go reminiscing about the tone of the campaign back then.) It seemed like almost everyone truly stayed undecided till the night of the caucuses and they factored in every single piece of information during the process. Iowans take this responsibility seriously. They know that the whole country is watching. Candidates come to every town and everyone has a chance to meet them in person. In fact, some people see them many times. They get photos taken with the candidates and then bring those same photos back for autographs at other meetings. In New York, we can only dream of this kind of access.

We didn't only talk about presidential issues. Sometimes I was invited into someone's living room to see pictures of their family or told about local politics or small town life. When I expressed how much I loved Iowa to one women, she said if I really wanted to stay she had two single grandsons and when she walked me out to my car she pointed across the valley to a farm house way off in the distance and said thats where I could find them. I had a few conversations about electing a women president and heard that in those parts some women didn't think their men would ever vote for a women. I was actually told it was because of their ethnic history. Of course that type of talk only fired me up more and when I stood on the corner in Ames on caucus day, with my Hillary sign, I was cheered by all the thumbs up from other women. I really felt like I was making history.

On Sunday, I went with Hillary's pastor to church in Nevada, the county seat of Story County, the county where I was working. (In Iowa, its all about your county.) At the beginning of the service the minister made the visitors stand up and introduce ourselves to the congregation. When I said I was Cordelia from New York City, there was a surprised gasp in the room. I found that often people would tell me about the one or two people from their town that had moved to New York. They also would wonder why I had come so far and beam as I showered Iowa with kind words.

I spent New Years Eve in Des Moines with what seemed like every political reporter and many political operatives. I met and talked politics for a second with Tim Russert. I saw Dana Bash from CNN. I got to overhear much of the hubbub and get a feeling for the drama of the campaign. Hillary had a party so we got to see her and Bill along with some other notables then we were off to ring in the new year at a Hillary Clinton operative gathering. All of it felt very insider and vastly different from the streets of places like Roland, Zearing or Slater, Iowa, where I was spending my days. It was all part of the campaign though. They said that this year there were twice as many reporters in Iowa then in years past. Huge satellite trucks lined the streets of Des Moines eager to catch the latest story or speech.

For any of you political junkies, I also saw Candy Crowley, Jeff Greenfield, Andrea Mitchell as well as meeting LA Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa, Chelsea Clinton, Terry McAuliffe, Ron Howard, Madeline Albright and more... Nightly the campaign sent people to our office to motivate us. I was a skeptic, but it did feel good and Chelsea was very impressive in a totally low key, self confident kind of way.

Finally after a hard week of canvassing and phone calling, it was caucus day. Most of us were assigned to drive people to their caucus sites. I was assigned 7 different people who all canceled. Its no easy task getting people out at night in cold, icy Iowa. I was sitting in the HQ without an assignment until suddenly they heard that the precinct captain for McCallsburg and Warren Township couldn't make it and I was quickly assigned to the job. I had spent two days canvassing in this town of county of 318 and was excited to caucus there. Hopefully I had convinced few people to show up and stand up for Hillary.

The way the caucuses worked is that people had to go to their town caucus site (a church basement, school cafeteria or for me, Colo/NESCO Elementary School) and state publicly who they were supporting. If a candidate didn't get 15%, people had to pick another choice and then move to that group. Relationships figured in strongly, though in my caucus site some families were split. A mother for Hillary. Her daughter for Edwards. Husband and wife split Obama/Clinton. A few husbands downstairs at the Republican caucus. In a big room, an undecided voter could be swayed by the energy and enthusiasm of one candidate's caucus goers. I never really figured out what made the undecideds decide as they walked in the door. I most definitely tried to show excitement in my campaign t-shirt and with my rolls of stickers and pockets of buttons. Beyond the Presidential race, the caucus is also the place that people discuss other local issues, which is why it was set up in the first place. One women told us it was the first place she talked politics with any of her neighbors when she moved to the neighborhood.

After some fancy maneuvering, that I didn't exactly understand, our site and its 27 caucus goers went one delegate for Clinton and one for Obama, leaving the Edwards people feeling sad and the Richardson folks with enough power to be king makers by establishing viability for Clinton and Obama. I kept an eye on the Republican caucus happening downstairs. I had befriended the Mayor of the town during canvassing. He is a life long Republican and said his parents would roll over in their graves if he ever voted Democrat. I made some comments about doing the right thing and God being on the Democratic side, but I got only laughs and he was very happy when his man, Huckabee, went 36 of 41 at the caucus. His wife was one of my Hillary converts though. Yay for women!

As I drove down to Des Moines after the caucus and listened to the results, I was a bit stunned. This type of micro targeted campaign where so few people participated was hard to read. Each campaign attempted to get out their caucus goers by making multiple house visits and daily phone calls and I believe everyone probably made their numbers and then some, but Obama did better and the numbers far exceeded any expectation. I think we are seeing over and over that conventional wisdom might not mean anything when you have the first women and the first black man and so much anger at the current president.

In the end though, I enjoyed every minute of my introduction to Iowa's people and politics. Traveling within the United States had never been as personally satisfying before. It was a privilege to meet the people and see the towns. I loved driving on the long empty roads. Sometimes I'd just u turn in the streets, because I could, since I rarely saw other cars on the smaller roads. I loved the friendliness. I loved the snow drifts that blew across the roads creating a white floating mist and the ice that covered every leaf and blade of grass in the mornings as the night time fog burned off. I loved seeing first hand that the myth of red barns and corn fields is real. I loved the wide open spaces. I can't really say what makes Iowans different or like New Yorkers, but I left feeling glad we were all Americans.

AND

Don't forget to vote when its your state's turn. Its our duty and privilege. Honor the Iowans and take some time to study the candidates and pick the one that fits you best.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Scenes from the Heartland





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Friday, November 30, 2007

Reflections on my trip to Iran


I decided to take a little jaunt to Iran for a few weeks in October. I know that to many of you it really doesn't seem like the vacation of your dreams but to me it makes sense. I like to see first hand what is going on in the world and to have a personal reference when watching the news. It brings current events to life for me. (More thoughts on this) I have been trying to schedule this trip for more than two years and have been interested in Iran for much of my life. Years ago my father did economic consulting for the Shah's government and we were on his holiday card list. Those cards were displayed in our foyer for years.

Timing wise, I might have picked two of the most rhetoric filled weeks in Iranian/American history. Figuring out to what write has been really difficult since I've been assaulted by political punditry speaking of the possible war and a diatribe of inaccurate images and messages on the news. What I saw on the ground seemed vastly different than what I expected.

"Be Careful"

First off, before I left, people often said "be careful". Throughout my trip I kept trying to figure out what they meant. What was I supposed to be afraid of? I'd been to Afghanistan where tanks were patrolling the streets and bombs were going off on one side of town when I was on the other. Iran, on the other hand, is modern. I mean I didn't even have to worry about stumbling over a pothole since well paved streets and clean clear sidewalks are the norm. Crossing the street in the fast traffic definitely raised the hairs on the back of my neck, but they weren't gunning for me, they just had places to go and people to see.

Were my friends afraid that as an American I was going to be targeted? Well, maybe I was, but in a rock star sort of way. Ironically this is the one country I've been to that I wished I had an American flag sewn on my bag. I have never been received the way I was there. When people found out we were Americans, we were greeted with enthusiasm, curiosity and mostly just plain humbling hospitality. Merchants gave us free merchandise. Little girls asked me to sign their hands. (Is that rock star or what?!?!) I guess one thing became really clear, if you tell people they can't have something they really really want it and talking to Americans is no exception. Apparently the same is true with sex and alcohol there too. Lots of stuff happens behind closed doors.

Were they afraid I was going to get arrested? I'm still trying to figure out what was going on there. I didn't notice much more of a military presence than in New York. Yes, I had to follow the rules, which meant wearing hijab (a headscarf) and a manteau (a trench coat that definitely lived up to New York style). We did have a guide with us most of the time and didn't get to meet with many of the people we were told we would meet with. (Its unclear whose fault that is, the group, the government or the fact that meeting with a large group of Americans in the current political climate is a bit like wearing a target on your back, so maybe they didn't want to meet with us.) While we were there we were constantly reminded not to take pictures of the police or government buildings, so the idea that things were secretive definitely penetrated. We were reminded that the US has spent 75 million dollars on a covert attempt to destabilize the Iranian government, so naturally it makes sense for them to be a little suspicious of us.

I'm not so naive that I can say that I don't think the government knew I was there and was interested in who I was talking to. Our itinerary had to be approved before we arrived in the country. But I have been to quite a few totalitarian countries and I didn't feel as watched over as I have felt in the past. I personally was impressed on how many people wanted to tell me their politics and they didn't seem to be looking over their shoulder the whole time when they did. People would walk right up to us and ask "is the US going to bomb Iran?" They would tell me that Ahmedinejad was bad and that Bush was bad too and they wanted to know what I thought. Others shared their frustration with the faltering economy and many shared their hopelessness about the current situation. Contrary to Bush/Cheney speak there is plenty of debate happening in Iran on the future of Iran. They say Shia Islam encourages debate. Some people are used as an example and punished, but they speak up again and again anyway because debate is the Persian way.

The Women

As a Westerner its very hard for me to comment on gender rules in other countries, since I can hardly figure them out in my own country, but here are some observations. I mostly only went to cities and that taints what I saw, but a HUGE percentage of Iranians live in cities, so I got a feeling for at least how the half lived and I'll have to learn more about the other half though other channels. In the cities, the Iranian women I saw seemed strong, educated, hip, opinionated, giggly, spirited, beautiful and stylish. While its clear that women and men are treated differently in many ways, I think our Western views are worse than the reality. Women drive, vote, work and get educated. In fact, Women are attending universities in record numbers. Over 70% of the students at universities are women. While conversations told me that younger women feared marriage and being under their new husbands rule of law, the reaction to this meant they were avoiding marriage for as long as they could by pursuing education well into the PHD track. In my opinion all this education is going to lead to change, even if it happens slowly.

No one I had met had been arrested for breaking the dress rules, but many cursed the veil. I was told that usually dress rules are enforced at specific periods for about a month every year and its announced on the news everyday so women know when to be sure to dress the right way. I saw many women pushing the envelope wearing tight sweatshirts over their manteaus, thus accentuating their body lines or wearing their hajib low on their head so plenty of their hair showed... Many people say these small changes obscure the fact that most things haven't changed much, but from an uninformed eye, it looked like small progress to me.

When I wore the traditional hajib many men and women asked me what I thought of it. My truthful answer, that I sort of liked it, brought surprised looks. (More on this) Of course, I always said that no one should be forced to dress in any particular fashion and that that type of rule seemed strange to me as an American. Besides its definitely hot!

Small things made me feel this culture is more open to women than I thought and all of them are subject to interpretation. First, I thought I wasn't going to get one picture of a women in Iran. Islam demands modesty and requires women to not show off their faces. In most Islamic countries I've been to that means no one will let you take a photo of them. In Iran this was not the case. For the most part, every time I got the nerve up to ask, I got a yes in response. Silly observations showed that women could easily be found shopping for makeup, lingerie or even racy racy dresses with slits up to the panty line! (I really wish I had gotten a picture to show you the lace and leopard prints.) Life in Iran happens behind closed doors. There people take off their headscarves and reveal fashionable form fitting clothes. They also drink, dance, listen to music and talk politics. While the in other totalitarian countries, neighbors spy on neighbors and help enforce laws, Iranians have mostly resisted this so their homes can be havens from the rules of the street.

I believe that the only way to get real change in Iran is by taking baby steps and making the mullahs come to terms with change as it happens. Sudden pushes for modernization in the 60's and 70's in Afghanistan and Iran, were met with a massive conservative reaction. Right now over 70% of Iran's population is under 30. Many have access to the internet and satellite dishes. They hardly remember the Islamic Revolution or the Iran/Iraq War beyond propaganda on billboards and instead are interested in making money and living a life like they see others in the world live. They are steadily bringing change to society.

Religion

I have traveled in many Islamic countries and the religious presence is less visible on the streets of Iran than in many of those other places. The tourist route is filled with Islamic history. There are big beautiful historic mosques with tile work so ornate and stunning that it almost brought me to tears. I've never seen anything as magnificent before. The symmetry has a soothing feel and the architecture is vast and soaring. I was struck by the fact I rarely heard call to prayer, something that in some countries happens loudly, 5 times a day, shouted from the minarets all around a city.

In fact, the calls to prayer are one of the things I really love about traveling in Islamic countries. While our press makes it all sound fanatical, personally I feel like each call is a reminder to sit back and think about life and what you want and what you have. As far as I can tell, from my "why can't we all just get along" perspective, Islam in practice is like Christianity for me. People worship in big utterly beautiful spaces to be reminded of morality and the importance of family, community, working hard... After seeing the Iranian mosques I kept thinking if Christians saw how beautiful Islamic places of worship are, they would be less scared and more understanding of the Muslim faith.

The Islamic faith plays a role in Iranian culture, but it was estimated to me that only about 50% of the people in the cities attend mosque services weekly and I have read statistics that put that number drastically lower. I'm not sure what the US church attendance number is but I think its somewhere close to that. The numbers are much higher in the rural areas though. I even heard a story that in Tehran people go out in the street to try to lure worshipers into the big prayer services, since Friday noon prayer is used to deliver the main messages of the Islamic Government and a good turn out is crucial for the TV shots.

Hajib and chadors and other government rules in the name of Islam are sometimes more political than faith based. In Iran, its hard to make those distinctions because politics and religion are one and the same since the theocratic elite run the government. They don't make a distinction between religion and politics like we do. Religion is certainly seen as a way to control the actions of the people and I'm not going to say they aren't successful in many ways, but Persians see themselves as more evolved than that. They believe in art and poetry and all those things play a role in defining who they are. They believe that other religions should be allowed to practice reasonably freely as long as their people follow the government rules. For instance, Jewish and Armenian Christian women must cover eventhough its not part of their religion. One example is that although alcohol is officially banned in the country, Armenian Christians are allowed to produce alcohol for their religious services. Since Iranians still like their drinks, the Armenians end up being the alcohol providers for all of the country's private parties.

History and Culture


Persians are proud people. They see themselves as culturally superior to the other groups in the region. Their origins are Aryan or in other words from Northern Europe thousands of years ago. Iran has been on the crossroads of many civilizations. They sit prominently on the Silk Road and trade played an enormous role in their history. They are the country of origin for some of the Eastern World's greatest poets. In fact, an Iranian poet Saadi is quoted on the entrance of the Hall of Nations at the UN. The tombs of Hafez and Saadi are major gathering places in Shiraz, a Southern city. Music, miniature painting and other arts also play a role in Iranian identity. The Islamic government tried to outlaw many forms of culture and arts for the first few years after the Revolution, but it was clear that this is part of Iranian identity that they couldn't take away. Dancing is still illegal, which is very strange since the music is almost impossible not to dance to, but it is sensuous and therefore too tempting to the sexes. Once again, behind closed doors there is plenty of dancing going on, but it is publicly outlawed.

Remnants of Persian history can be seen throughout the country. We visited Persepolis, a UNESCO World Heritage Site that was once the administrative center of the Achaemenid Empire led by Darius the Great. At the height of the Empire, it spanned 3 continents. Persepolis was built in 520 BC. It served as one of the empire's capitols until it was destroyed in 330BC by Alexander the Great. What remains on the huge site are beautiful carvings and columns. Near the site are amazing tombs carved in the side of cliffs for Darius and his sons. We also went to the tomb of Cyrus the Great. While traveling in Iran you clearly feel that the Persian Empire played a major role in world history and Iranians are deeply proud of this history. Tehran is filled with museums that display great antiquities from Persian history.

Current Politics


Although I went to Iran in hopes of learning first hand a lot more about the current political situation, I can't clearly say I know what is going on. As is often true about totalitarian regimes, I may have only seen what they let me see. I was able to put a face on this "not as evil as we hear" empire. I discussed with regular people what they thought was going on. I learned about the economic pain the sanctions bring. I saw that many governments are maintaining relations with Iran even if the US isn't. I can't say I learned much about the new wave of arrests, but I definitely heard that they are used to control the people. I drove by the uranium enrichment site in Natanz that we are hearing so much about and saw many anti aircraft guns that certainly are protecting something. The "strategic" bombing that we hear about would be very difficult since the Revolutionary Guard sets their sites in the middle of major population centers so massive casualties would be a reality of any plan. I personally think that Iran wants a nuclear bomb to get the respect in the region they think they deserve. If they had a bomb the US would not be able to treat them the way it does now and since Persians think they are superior to Arabs they want us to see them that way too. People also constantly reminded us that Iran has never attacked outside its borders before and there is no reason to believe it will do it now.

I was impressed that Iranians can have such a positive view of Americans and can separate their feelings for our government from their feelings for us. I don't think that Americans are able to make that distinction. Instead I felt embarrassed thinking about how they would be treated in my country. For those of you that don't know, Iran was the only country in the Middle East to march in solidarity with the US after the 9-11 attacks. The streets filled with massive candlelight vigils. Even today in polls the perception of the US is higher in Iran then in any other Middle Eastern nation.

Mostly, I learned what is usually true, that things are much more complicated than the US press reveals. I feel very lucky to have the chance to face stereotypes and misinformation right in the eye and try to uncover what is really going on. Travel is a real privilege. Even as the world gets smaller with more TV and press coverage, its different to go to these places and see them first hand. So many sights fly in the face of my preconceived images. I hope each of you will take a moment to walk off the beaten path and challenge your stereotypes. If you can't make it all the way to Iran, how about stopping at a shop across town and starting a conversation with someone who doesn't look like you.

I have endless things to say but have to stop somewhere so feel free to email with any questions. Also my photos are posted below and there are many more thoughts posted there.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Iran Photos


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Culture in Iran

If you are interested in hearing more, this is an interesting radio piece about culture in Iran.

NPR: Studio 360

Persepolis and Iran

http://www.studio360.org/episodes/2007/12/21

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Map of Iran


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Wednesday, November 07, 2007


Monday, November 05, 2007

This is just crazy talk!

After my trip to Iran and seeing what I saw, coming back to all this bomb Iran rhetoric seems just crazy. With the facts on the ground (the size of the country, the ability for the government to rally troops to really fight (the Revolutionary Guard says they can get 20 million people fight within a very short time), the fact that the Revolutionary Guard sites are right in the middle of cities so there would be enormous casualties for even a small surgical strike...) make the whole concept of us bombing seem ridiculous. Not to mention that Iran is not the purely evil terrorist state Cheney tries to make it out to be... Its a little weird to be home and hearing all the talk after meeting the people that will be and are affected by the rhetoric and threats.

In truth Iran is slowly changing. The old guard is trying to hold on and for the time being is only ceding small changes to the younger populace (65% of population is under 25), but with the rise in education and the bigger role women play in the workplace, along with the images on the internet and satellite TV, change will happen and if we bomb we will destroy that possibility defeating our own cause and radicalize yet another Middle Eastern country.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Iran Photos



Friday, October 26, 2007

My thoughts on covering



My mind goes back and forth when it comes to headscarves and covering. At moments I look at all the women in chadors and think there is definitely something wrong here. How can women possibly put up with it? But then on the other hand, I sort of like my headscarf. I like the modesty. I like the feeling when I take it off in my room and see my hair for the first time all day. I like being the private me. It feels sexy and empowering in a way showing off too much never seems to for me.

The problem in Iran and other Islamic places is that its not a free choice and not all the women want to wear it, but as for me, I was a little sad to take it off on the airplane when I left.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Iran thoughts

Iran is different than I expected in so many ways.There is an enormous language barrier but the Iranians are very happy to meet Americans and very friendly and curious. I'm not seeing much evil here. People are educated and have opinions and want to express them. From my perspective the women I'm seeing in the cities seem empowered, strong, pretty (with plenty of makeup), stylish (they wear their manteaus (overcoats) tight and hip looking and all have amazing sunglasses, open, friendly and free to get their photos taken whenever I have the nerve to ask, instead of shying away with Muslim modesty. They are on the street shopping while their husbands tag behind holding the kids.

In terms of Islam, it doesn't seem to strict. Hard to explain why, but their is DEFINITELY less present in daily life than other Islamic countries I've been too. I don't see many mosques and don't hear call to prayer very often. In fact, they only have three calls a day, instead of the normal five because people "are busy and have to work" but even with that I haven't even heard it on some days. Today is the big Friday prayer day and I didn't see one person praying. I'm sure they went to mosques but it just isn't as visible.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Iran Photos



Monday, October 15, 2007

A friendly American in the Middle East

Cultural differences make some communication hard. Everyone stares at us when we walk down the street. As an American, I want to look them in the eye and "salaam" but that is not what they do here. Instead I am supposed to mind my own business.

How can I make them like the US without a friendly hello? And frankly I make eye contact and say hello on the streets of New York too, so how can I not do it here?

In the end, I end up walking around saying salaam to everyone and I get some really happy responses back. In fact, I was told a few times that they like Americans because we are so approachable and friendly.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Islamic Eye Makeup


I know that people have many thoughts when about headscarves and mine change daily, but one thing is clear, if you only have one small part of your body to show off eye makeup can really make you shine.

I went out and bought myself kohl for my eyes after my Afghanistan trip. I want to look like these Islamic beauties!

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Nose jobs and plastic surgery

Did anyone see NBC's piece on Iran and nose jobs? Its really true. Lots of the women (I think I heard 2 out of 3) and plenty of the men in Iran get nose jobs and I've seen the bandages to prove it. Our guide says they get lots of nips and tucks.

It makes me me curious about what I could be getting done. I like my nose though. :)

Friday, October 12, 2007

Iranian Pop Magazines

Citizen Diplomacy

The reason trips like mine exist is to practice citizen diplomacy. If I meet Iranians and they meet me the concept is that we will build a deeper understanding.

What is amazing is how many people little old me can affect. I think about everyone on my plane who gave me curious stares and listened intently as I made new friends around me or the people that gather around me on the streets or in the bazaars.

There is tremendous curiosity about why I wanted to come and also a lot mutual understanding about our unpopular presidents that use rhetoric to divert attention from the real issues at hand. Both countries have a real need for an economic boost, not more war.

Would you believe that some Iranians think that the US put Ahmedinijad in power so they could create a real enemy and justify a war?

Going through security at Newark


This morning I set off on my latest journey. As I waited on the security line I noticed that were about 10 Ss written all over my boarding pass in a red marker. I guess I'd been profiled. My lily white girl slip under the radar thing was over. At least for this trip anyway. Afterall I'm going to Iran! That must mean I am dangerous.

I must say though that the women who checked me out was pure American nice. She chatted me up as she patted me down, sorted through every single thing in my bag and tested lots of things for chemical residue. She flipped through books, took out my camera batteries and unpacked almost my whole backpack, while making small talk the whole time.

I'm always curious and found the whole process interesting, except the fact that the only others there were a Sikh with a turban and an Arab with a beard. Racial profiling is alive and well in the American security system!

In the end, the sad part is how scared everyone is. It doesn't bring out the best in us. I salute you, Ms. Security Guard, for at least being extra nice and not making me feel bad.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Look who I saw?


I spent today sitting outside the UN watching world presidents and their entourage's go in and out of the big annual General Assembly gathering that is happening this week and look who I saw!!! Yes, its EVO Morales. We shouted out a "hola" to him and got a very happy "hola" back. Ahh.... Beautiful Bolivia! Its especially fun because I didn't get to see him in person when I was in Bolivia earlier this year but I did get to see lots of propaganda photos of him all over. He looks the same in real life! : )

Its days like these that make New York a pretty damn cool place to live! 80 world leaders are here. Motorcades are crossing the city and the sidewalks are filled with people from every country. Although I really don't know what world leaders we saw, I did confirm seeing the president of the Dominican Republic and the president of Portugal. We saw massive motorcades with Sarkosy from France and Merkel from Germany. Besides that it was just tons of people who looked like they were someone.

Sometimes its cool to know that I don't have to get on a plane to see the world!

AND

Later on the Daily Show with John Stewart it turned out that my cousin Charlie was Evo's translator!

Evo Morales on the Daily Show with John Stewart

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Iran??? Why Iran???

If all goes according to schedule, in less than three weeks I'll be on a flight to Tehran. People keep asking me why I'm going to Iran or they give me a strange look. I realize that there is a serious verbal war between our presidents. I realize that its certainly a land virtually unknown to our country. I realize its not a "normal" place to go. But for me it seems like just the kind of place I like to travel.

When I was 16 we were learning about the Cold War and the Iron Curtain in school and what I was hearing just didn't feel like the whole story. I went home and told my parents that I wanted to go to the USSR myself and see what it was like. After all, behind the political propaganda, weren't the people just like me? During the trip I realized it wasn't that simple but I definitely learned a lot about the real differences between our countries well beyond rhetoric. I saw that communism in real life played out very differently then it did on the pages of Marx's Manifesto.

When I was 19, I was studying Central America. The big news was about the Contra War in Nicaragua. On one side, I heard first hand about the amazing progress of the Sandinistas from my cousin who went to teach in the literacy brigades and on the press side again, I heard a simplified story of the evils of communism. Again, I went home and asked my mom to go on a trip with me with Witness for Peace to get a deeper understanding of the revolution and just what my country was so scared of. My experience opened my eyes in a way no book ever could. After years of learning about political theory I was able to see it in practice. Nothing could replace that knowledge.

Then last year someone invited me to go on a delegation to Afghanistan to learn about the women's lives after the fall of the Taliban. At the time, I said yes for no particular reason except in my mind someone had opened a door and I felt I should go through it and see where it took me. That trip changed my life. While I have always been surrounded by feminists who were brave to fight for a different world here it the USA, that was nothing compared to women who risked torture and death to teach young girls or to fight for judicial rights. Even just the drives through Kabul, where every building was bombed during all these years of war, changed me. We live with so many creature comforts and appreciate none of it. There people live winters without windows and life with sporadic water and electricity. The simple heroism of the people I met there changed who I am and now I read the paper and understand in such a deeper way.

So... Iran??? When I was a kid, my dad used to do economic consulting for the Shah. We were on his family holiday card list and my dad displayed the cards for years. The revolution was a dramatic change in world history. To me it was a transition from royalty and Western influence (you should have seen those family photos!) to a different kind of power for the people.) Out of it came a new kind of Islamic fervor and fundamentalism that even today we obviously don't understand.

Instead of spending my days being afraid of Islam over the recent years I've tried to travel to Islamic nations and once again see that people have many more similarities than differences. Trips to India, Turkey, Tunisia, Dubai, Kenya and of course, Afghanistan have completely changed my perspective on Islam.

So now, I'm curious about these Iranian people we have so demonized in the press. Can they possibly all want to kill us? How does that jive with the stories I hear about their graciousness and hospitable nature??? Where does the image of suicide bombers fit within such a well educated country? Isn't it true that we in the US have an aggressor president that I didn't vote for and don't support? Isn't that what I hear about Iran too? Are the women really that oppressed when they make up 65% of the university population? The rules are definitely different and certainly some of what we hear about oppression is true. The government is cracking down. Many of the NGOs we were supposed to meet with have had to stop talking publicly, but that doesn't tell the full Iranian story. I want to know more of the story.

People keep acting like I'm going to be in danger. Maybe its so since my nation keeps this bombing war rhetoric alive, but the reality on the streets of Tehran is similar to New York. My risk of getting hit by a car in traffic FAR outweighs the risk of danger related to terrorism. Iran is not Iraq or Afghanistan. Bombs aren't flying through the air. If anything, I read, I might be disappointed that its not exotic. There are no turbans. The streets are clean and orderly. Its a more developed country. And sure, the women are covered, but you know what, I liked covering when I was in Afghanistan. It feels very empowering and our racist Western view of it doesn't make much sense. I certainly believe that everyone should be free to chose and in Iran right now they may not be as free, but they also may not be as coerced as we think they are.

Also Iran is known for its cultural heritage, it's poetry, its breath taking architecture... and as a traveler of the world, these are the things I've always wanted to see.

So... those are some of my reasons. I'm not crazy. I like to understand the world and for me it doesn't come alive in books the way it does from the street. As always, I will do my best to report what I see and share stories from the people I meet and hopefully I will be able to take some good pictures so you can see real Iranians and real street scenes. I hope I am not just naive, but I won't know till I see it myself. Thats how I roll.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Woodward Dream Cruise - Detroit, August 2007


Well we are all familiar with the phrase "when in Rome, do what the Romans do" I really try to take that to heart whenever I travel anywhere. This has led me to fun festivals and different local experiences all over the world, as well as a deeper understanding of the community that I am visiting. Which takes to my recent trip to Detroit, Michigan.

Whats the first thing people think of when they hear Detroit? Cars! Yes, the good old American car. So on a recent journey to visit my friend Paula, who lives there, I planned it to coincide, for the second year in a row, with the Woodward Dream Cruise, the largest classic car cruise in the world!

First off, many of you are probably like me, and you may not know much about the classic car show and cruise scene. People drive (or ship) their beautifully refurbished cars to show and share with others. You have probably seen parking lots filled with car shows, but chances are you have never experienced anything like the Dream Cruise.

It goes like this. Woodward Avenue is the main drag from Detroit to the outer suburbs and once a year it fills from Detroit to Pontiac with every imaginable classic car and plenty of theme cars too. 40,000 classic cars cruise up and down the 16 mile stretch, while crowds line the roads to watch. In between cruising, the owners park their cars so that others can come check them out. Businesses set up party tents. Parking lots are filled with bands. Car loving fans set up chairs along the roadside and folks like me walk for miles watching and enjoying some good old American fun.

Its time in this write up to add the disclaimer that I don't have a car and feel
pretty darn proud about it. I worry about our gas-guzzling society and wonder how much fossil fuel use is contributing to the wacky weather we are having these days. That being said after my trip to Cuba, I fell in love with the classic American car. I love their curves, their grace, their colors. I love the romance of the 50's and big bucket seats. I love the personal historical memory that is stirred when I see a Nova or Mustang. I'm constantly hunting for clues of what it means to be an American and these cars are part of it. They represent the freedom of the road. To me the Woodward Dream Cruise transports me to places I've learned about.

Friday, September 07, 2007

And a Word About Detroit

It doesn't seem right to tell you about the Dream Cruise without letting you know about what Detroit is like these days. Through the eyes of my friend Paula, I have been able to see a different Detroit then the one I expected. Detroit is on an upswing. It is being reborn. Downtown has been rebuilt and refurbished. Old buildings are being restored and turned into high end condos. The automotive money brought elaborate architecture that is being cleaned up. Grand tiled ceilings are shining again.

Young professionals are moving in. Bars are following them and popping up on every corner. Black and white professionals mix in hip environs. New baseball and football stadiums have been built right in the middle of downtown. A promenade has been built on the waterfront. Parks have been planted. A few miles from downtown, tree and mansion lined streets display Detroit's regal past. One by one these houses are being refurbished to their original grandeur.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Tips for Making Your Next Trip Just a Little Bit Better

When I travel to a new place I have two goals. I, like everyone else, wants to see the popular sites that I have heard about in magazines and seen in the news and I also want to get a feeling for what makes this place different from the other places I've been.

First, before I go, I do a lot of research. Guide books are great but I find magazine articles and podcasts to be even better. For listings of past articles on a place you can go to www.tripadvisor.com. Print them out and save them for reading on the plane. Then read them again after you have been in the place for a day or so and they make more sense. For podcasts you can check the archives of the major guidebook sites to see if the cover the location. Often they will have walking tours or point out some quirky angle of the locations identity.
Lonely Planet and Frommer's have especially good archives.

I also have a few practical hints to make your experience better.

Always try to walk off the beaten path. Find a local neighborhood. Travel down a side street. While its really important to see the main sites, you won't see locals there so try to ask your hotel operator for the local bar or restaurant he recommends... I try to see one or two tourist sites in the morning and same in the afternoon with a neighborhood in the middle for lunch and hopefully one for dinner. Ask about markets. Try to take public transport. Start up a random conversation.

Get a big digital card and take pictures of every little thing you see that is different from places you have been before.
Those are the things you want to remember. They will enrich your memories and the task will remind you to keep your eyes focused on what makes each place more special. I'm talking about different ways to flush a toilet, great signs, public buses. And especially people if you can get up your nerve.

If you find a little trinket you think would be a good gift for someone at home, buy five. There is always another person you will want to give a gift to and you won't be able to go back quickly and get another. Even if it seems a bit pricey after a tough bargaining session chances are its going to seem cheap when you get home.

And Ladies... Visit a beauty salon. Not only do you get a little relaxing respite to sooth your weary traveling bones, but you often get a little insight into society too. In Mumbai, Indian women spend full days at the salon. I found a little place in an apartment building and when I swung open the door it was filled. I could have stayed there all day and people watched, not to mention how good the cheap facial felt and how much better my skin looked after being in the polluted streets. Also, in Dubai, watching a women go from nude in the locker room to completely covered in an abaya was a very memorable experience.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

A short Bolivia Tutorial



Bolivia is a country of almost 9 million people high up in the Andes in South America. It's Latin America's 5th largest country though much of its territory is sparsely inhabited due to rugged landscape and a harsh climate. The low population density contributes to vast, incredible, untouched, raw, barren beauty. On the altiplano, snowy mountain peaks always remind you that you are soaring in high altitudes. (That and the fact that you can only climb two of three stairs at a time because you are gasping for breath in an effort to inhale just a little bit of oxygen.)

Bolivia remains a largely indigenous culture with between 50-60 percent of its population being of pure Amerindian descent. Because of this Bolivia has a very special feel about it. A visitor feels like they are getting a peek into what the world might have looked like in ages past. Culture is strong. Music is often playing and from what I saw its marching bands not pan flutes. Politics are vibrant, peaceful protests fill the street, and their new first indigenous president, Evo Morales, has a big presence. The majority of its women still wear traditional dress, which means bowler hats, long braided black hair, thick ruffled petticoats and woven shawls. This sight never ceased to turn my head eventhough they were everywhere.

What also makes Bolivia special is that its not overrun by tourists. Although I certainly wasn't the only one there, I did feel like it was still fresh. All it took was walking one block off the beaten path into a market or residential neighborhood and there wasn't another gringo in sight. And the markets are the thing to see in La Paz, the capital city, where every sidewalk is a potential sales space. 300 types of potatoes, stockings in multiple colors, the Witches Market, selling remedies to all your ailments and superstitions and also not to be forgotten wonderful fresh street food was everywhere. At only about 25 cents a piece, what was to stop me from trying one of everything??? I know you all would have really enjoyed my four level mallomar which was just freshly dipped in chocolate...

Scroll below for more stories and photos of this special country and hopefully you will feel a little of its magic.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Salar de Uyuni

Bolivia's most dramatic natural beauty lies in the Salar de Uyuni, better known as the Salt Flats, a 12,000 km area on the southern end of the altiplano near the Chilean border. This area has kilometer after kilometer of spectacular landscape. Deep red mountains rise out of sandy plateaus. Active volcanoes spew smoke. Brightly colored lagoons suddenly appear around each corner. Their colors come from their high mineral contents and the red, green, deep aqua blue burst out amongst the tans and browns of the open terrain. The edges of the horizon were met with clear bright blue skies.


The highlight of Salar de Uyuni are the actual salt flats (which the entire area is also nicknamed) The first day of our four day 4-wheel-drive trek drove us out into a flat white dry salt sea. Years ago when the tectonic plates moved and formed the Andes, water was caught and an enormous lake was formed. With no new streams to fill it eventually the water dissolved and left solid salt behind and the to the eye this solid white background creates optical illusions. Floating mountains rise from the horizon. It is almost indescribable.

Our noontime break was a Fish Island which rises out of nowhere and is covered with giant saguaro cactus making for dramatic photo ops with the contrast of colors on background where there are none.


The other days in the Salar took us past geysers and hot springs, where we could dip our cold bones. Mostly the bitter winds slapped at us when we dared to get out of our vehicles. The wind was so strong at times that I felt like I was going to be blown over. The climate in this area can be very harsh. At night at certain times of the year the temperatures can get down to -20's Fahrenheit. The daytime sun is bright though so the daily temperatures vary depending where you are.

Out of the vast sand pop out rock formations that have been battered by the wind and been carved into impressive craggy shapes. There is one valley with huge rocks, probably 40 feet high. Their rectangle shapes make the Bolivians think of Italian buildings. Its hard to see it, but heck, these people have never been to Italy!


My favorite place was the Stone Canyon. We drove through a narrow pass of broken rock alleyways to reach a peaceful valley. We hopped through the steams that flowed in the valley's floor from one moss stool to the next. The valley was filled with llamas left there to graze among the big rock cliffs. The sun shone, complete silence reigned as we relaxed there.


You may be wondering where we slept on this journey. Out of the middle of nowhere little villages would appear where people managed to forge a meager existence farming quinoa, ranching llamas and harvesting borax, salt and other minerals. Just a few families huddled together had created real communities with churches, stores and schools. I suspect the rise in tourism is becoming an economic driver. While the area is not by any means crowded with tourists there is a steady growth in traffic that will only continue in the future.

I have never been somewhere so open, vast and immeasurable. Sure, the bush in Kenya rolled on forever but the scenery, while extremely beautiful, was not as varied. I really got the feeling that I couldn't close my eyes for one minute or I would miss something and this was throughout Bolivia on every drive between cities, in the Salt Flats or from the airplane looking down.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

A link to photos from my Bolivia Trip

PHOTOS FROM BOLIVIA


Wednesday, May 30, 2007

I got published on Budget Travel Online!

TRUE STORIES
10 Amazing "Small World" Encounters

We recently asked readers of our blog to share their experiences of traveling somewhere far from home only to encounter someone from their hometown…or from their past. You sent us dozens of great stories. Here are the 10 most surprising ones. read more

Check out number 6!

#6 I was in Budapest and had just been attempting to use a pay phone to call an arriving friend at our hotel. After dumping more than three euros of change into the phone and getting nowhere, I was frustrated so I gave up and decided to walk back to the hotel. As I was walking I saw a women talking on a cell phone. I looked at her and the ease of her phone with great jealousy. Suddenly I took a closer look and saw that it was Katie Callahan, an old friend from high school who I hadn't seen in almost 20 years! She practically dropped the phone in surprise. I ended up borrowing her phone to call my friend, who had also gone to high school with us and we all went out and caught up at an elegant hotel overlooking the Danube.

It reminds me to always look at people when I am walking around, no matter how far away I am from home!

Posted by: Cordelia Persen | May 21, 2007

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Silvermines in Potosi, Bolivia

One of the stops on the trip was in Potosi. It is a small silver mining city where the Spanish Empire reaped the majority of its wealth. In the height of the empire Potosi was larger and more important that London and Paris. Money was pouring out of the city and it was the place for entrepreneurs to come make their fortunes. Today Potosi looks beleaguered. While there are little signs of its older grandeur with ornate churches lining many of the streets, it shows more signs of the reaping and pillaging of colonial empires, than the investment of people planning to stay.

During the Spanish Empire over 9 million people died in the mines. Today silver mining is still the main job provider in Potosi. And while job conditions have gotten a little better than in colonial times the average life of a miner is still only 10-20 years from the time he starts working. Arsenic poison attacks their lungs. As Westerners, who have been able to choose our professions, it was very hard for us to look in the miners eyes without why do they keep doing these jobs? How does one start a job when they know it’s an early death sentence? How can you father the average 6 kids and then leave your wife as a widow at 30 or 40 years old to raise them, when for the most part there are no almost no pensions or support after you die? But, in reality, we had to reflect back that this is all these people know. For hundreds of years the men of Potosi have been sacrificing themselves to dig up silver and now other minerals like zinc. Their fathers died as they will too.

We were able to go into the mines and experience a bit closer what life is like. We climbed through little tunnels and traveled deep into the mine. We met miners and even got to experience a dynamite blast and hear the broken rock fall away in the tunnels around us. At times in the mine I really began to question what I was doing there. Safety seemed to be a secondary concern. The smoky dusty explosive filled air sent sharp pains through my sinuses. Darkness, mud and deep holes were treacherous parts of our journey, but I am an experiential explorer and feeling that blast of air from the dynamite that practically pushed me over might be the coolest thing I’ve ever felt. The process we experienced is how most minerals are retrieved and I got to feel it first hand in a way I'd never be allowed in most countries.

In the end, I must say though I’m looking at silver in a new way now. Capitalism pushes for the lowest price for commodities but if you saw the conditions that people worked wouldn't you pay a little more for your trinkets???

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Beautiful Bolivia


Hats, hats and more hats! If only those sales ladies really would have let me take their photo?!? Can you see them?



Tiwanaku, the worlds second oldest civilization, existing almost 3000 years before the Incas


The sprawling Salar de Uyuni


White churches, public squares and kids playing soccer... Bolivia in a nutshell.


Yes, I am off again, for a mental health break from job searching. I've headed down south to Bolivia, tucked up in the Andes at 12,000 feet above sea level! Yes, that means I'm high up in the mountains! Its beautiful, traditional and oh so very alive. Bolivia has the largest indigenous population in Latin American with between 50-60% of its people having pure Indian blood. It makes for fascinating people watching. Its a country with even more hats!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

My birthday in Austin





Sunday, March 18, 2007

Austin, Texas on my mind



Many of you know that I have started a tradition of taking an exotic trip for my birthday. The first two years I spent whiling away days in historic Cuba with fresh mojitos while listening to live music. Then last year I really upped the ante by going to Afghanistan. Of course that was so far out that I couldn't even remember that it was my birthday. This year fresh off my India trip I decided to take it down a notch, but not too far down, so I chose Austin, Texas. Yes, I know... Texas, did I say Texas?

Many of you may be asking why because perhaps you aren't as familiar with Austin and its many virtues. Others who have been there before automatically get why I'd pick Austin. One friend told me the saying goes "that once you go to Austin, you never want to leave" And I can assure you that my travel companion, Christy, and I spent many, many hours contemplating what our life would be like if we moved to there. Would I buy one of those cute little houses and fill my lawn with yard art, which can be seen all over? Would I have the energy to go see bands and dance the night away every night like it seems like people in Austin do? Could I really trade in all my black for blue jeans, buckles, boots and hats? Perhaps I should give up my career and get a bartending job, work on my rhythm and really learn to two step? Or better yet, there is a lot of cool sustainable growth issue stuff going on in Austin. Could I be part of that?

Yes, that's right; Austin wooed me and stole my heart! Maybe it was all the good looking musicians and cowboys? Or maybe it’s just a continuation of my love for hats. Mostly I've been charmed by turbans this year, but cowboys hats sure stir the heart. The sunny skies and bright clear weather didn't hurt either.

Austin is one of the hippest, coolest, kitschiest cities I've even been to. It's got fashion and style. I've never seen so many colors of blue jeans or so many cool t-shirts. Not to mention the sunglasses! Wow, I wish I had pictures of all the folks in their huge trendy sunglasses! People there have a sway and a stagger. It might be because of the abundance of musicians. (Austin has the third highest density of musicians in the country and calls itself the live music capitol.) Those musicians manage to look hip no matter what they are doing. They are clad with outrageous sideburns and crazy hairstyles!

The music scene in Austin really adds to the city's charm in many ways. First there is always something to do. At many clubs the same bands play all the time and their regular fans seem to have really formed a community. We spent most of our nights at The Continental on South Congress and by the third night there had become regulars ourselves. Christy, who has more of a flair for dancing, gracefully swung around the dance floor, while I chatted up the people by the bar.

I especially liked the multi-generational crowd. Austin is the home to University of Texas and its 50,000 students can be seen everywhere, but there also is room on the dance floor for a much more mature crowd and age doesn't seem to be a factor. In fact we spent my birthday night at a bar with a bunch of 80-somethings and the energy in the room was no less than the younger crowds I spend most evenings with. I think the music and the dancing keep people young. And if age is just a state of mind, Austin is the place to stay young forever.

Some people say that Austin isn't really Texas for which I can only say that people do seem to have moved there from everywhere. We met people from New York and California, as well as many other places in the country. It seems to be a real melting pot for the creative class. Museums line the streets. Hollywood actors are settling there in droves. People are proud of their liberal politics and speak often about how this contrasts with the rest of Texas. And again, music is everywhere.

For someone who is charmed by the Texas of lore, I was happy to take a drive into the Texas Hill Country and bond with cattle. I'm not kidding when I tell you that we had cattle competing for our attention on either side of the road. When we went to one side, the cattle on the other side would make noise and whine a bit till we came to visit them. Driving through the rolling hills by big entrances for the local ranches made me want to see more. We joked about buying a ranch and really leaving New York life behind. For my next trip, I'd like to visit rural Texas to get a totally different feel, after all this is the state that had both Ann Richards and George Bush as governor. It’s certainly more complex than we often give it credit for.

Lastly, Austin had one more little treat for me, the political person. Its home to the Lyndon Baines Johnson Political Library which really brought back to the life the pain and progress of the 60's. Again, I saw the contrasts of Texas life. The president who brought us legislation to stave off poverty, grant more civil rights, clean our water and air... was from small town Texas. He deeply understood the needs of the poor and worked very hard to make our government more responsive to them.

While I'd like to write forever, I have a job to look for and for now its still in New York and Austin will have to wait for me...

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Have you been to Atlantic City lately?

This past weekend I took a trip to see the "new" Atlantic City. I was there for a bachelorette party. While Vegas was our first choice, various reasons made us pare down our ambitions. So, if not Vegas, where? Big hotels, pools, restaurants, bars, gambling... really!?, only just over 2 hours away from New York??? Wow! That sounded like an option. Truthfully though, I didn't know what I was getting into. I hadn't been there in at least 10 years and didn't have high expectations. I had heard changes were afloat but I had no idea just how many changes had been made.

I took the bus down there and as we went over the bay bridge and the tall casinos came into view, I got that genuine vacation feeling. A sort of excitement. I could have been approaching any resort strip. Certainly something different from my normal life. The water rippled. The casinos soared. The sand dunes rolled and new waterfront condos lined the bay. Sure there were still signs of the old AC; a few pawn shops and a street of buildings desperately in need of a fresh coat of paint. But what I noticed more was pretty plantings, flowering trees, new buildings... The seedy boardwalk is on the verge of major change. There are still some old souvenir shops, but the new development was much more prominent.

Shopping is a major part of this new development. Caesars casino has built a new mall out on a pier. Brand new outlets have been built in downtown with all the major brands. And aside from my new inability to buy anything, (Indian's only have one set of clothes... why do I need more?) there was plenty of good stuff there to satisfy any consuming American.

I stayed at the Borgata. Set about 10 minutes drive from the boardwalk, the Borgata is the first new casino to be built in Atlantic City. Its hard to just call it a hotel or a casino. Its almost like its own city. It has about 10 restaurants, 5 bars, a spa, an enormous pool, shopping and its own food court. All these places are placed amidst slot machines, roulette tables, black jack and poker. You name it, they have a way for you to bet on it. I don't really know how many people were staying there, but it had to be thousands.

I managed to make it through a whole weekend without gambling. Unfortunately the days are gone when you can walk up to a slot machine with a quarter from your pocket, drop it in, pull a lever and wait for you life to change forever. Instead you need a prepaid debit card and the levers have turned into electronic buttons that eliminates that satisfying pull.

Really though deep inside me is a blackjack high better. I sat and watched and was shook by that out of control gambling feeling. A slight shutter ran through me and made me think if I even played one hand moments later I'd be running to the ATM and blowing every dollar I had. No, its really better just to watch...

Luckily there was plenty of other things to do and so much great people watching that I was easily satisfied. And yes, that is said from the girl who goes to Afghanistan for thrills.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Faces from my trip


Photos from India


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Photos from Bhutan

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Thursday, February 01, 2007

Doors from Around the World

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Monday, January 01, 2007

Happy New Year!

I just met two people coming home from a night of yoga for New Years Eve. At midnight 150 people began a series of chants for world peace, which sounded like a significant way to wish in the New Year but also at first seemed a little elusive until I put my own spin on it. I began to think about all the different people I have seen this year and all the things I hope for everyone I know, including all the things I am thankful for and suddenly New Years had significance in a way it hadn't earlier in the night.

I wish for the next New Year for:

everyone to have access to water when they need it
May electricity power their lights
May they be able to dream and achieve those dreams
May public transportation exist to get them where they have to go.
May healthcare, immunizations, medications be available when they don't feel well.
May everyone be able to get an education, read a free press, and actively participate in their political systems like I am so blessed to do.
May they have a safe dry place to call home
May they be able to provide for a family and live together in a web of support.
May food be available to satisfy any hunger
May clothes be available to cover any back

I am a lucky person. I appreciate that I appreciate the wonderful people I have around me that make my life more rich. I appreciate the hot water that fuels wonderful long showers, I appreciate being able to eat anything I have a craving for. I appreciate my cosy flannel sheets.

And mostly I hope all of you will take time to appreciate what you have too.

This might sound a little hippie-like, but humor me and think of the things you are thankful for and think of those that might not have these things and feel the significance of really wishing well for people.

And lets be thankful for the other things we are blessed with.

Happy New Year!
Happy Life!
Happy New Starts!
Happy Old Ways!


Thursday, December 21, 2006






Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Global Exchange Kerala Trip

India can be an overwhelming place. There is so much to try to understand and so much that gets lost in translation. To no surprise to all of you who know me, since I have arrived I have been reading everything I can get my hands on. The local new agents laugh as I purchase every English language newspaper and news magazine they have. I have written some in my blog about the many contradicting faces of India and I realise that no matter how much I learn there will still be so much beyond my grasp.

In an effort to add even more substance and context to my trip, I decided to spend the last two weeks on a Global Exchange "Reality Tour" of the southern state of Kerala. Once again GX helped me connect with local leaders, professors, workers and activists so I could hear their stories and ask some of my ever expanding list of questions. It also gave me a group of fellow US travellers to share observations with.

Learning about Kerala, in the end, made India even more complicated but also even more interesting. But ok, now you are wondering why since I doubt too many of you have even ever heard of Kerala. I know I hadn't.

First off, it is important to understand that the national government of India is made up of 28 states that run semi independently on the local level. While national laws are passed it is up to the state government to decide how to implement them. The states very widely in their effectiveness and their policies towards their people.

Kerala is located on the South West Coast of India. It is known for beautiful beaches, meandering backwaters, lush green rice paddies and ayurvedic medicine. Although it is only 1.3% of the total landmass of India, it has 3.2% of the population, which makes it extremely densely populated. (More on this later) It is separated on the East by a mountain range so throughout history it has been able to develop independently from the rest of India using its coast as its main asset to open it up to the rest of the world.

For centuries it has been a trade center with all the great empires stopping here to buy it's spices. It was the midway point between the East and West trade routes so some traders set up in Kerala as middle men to sell the East's goods to the West and likewise. The Dutch, Portuguese, Jews and later the Brits settled in as trade partners. This is important because it has meant that Kerala was richer and had different influences than other parts of India.

Kerala's most valuable product was black pepper. In fact it was the only cultivator of black pepper in the world, which was called "black gold" because of its high value, especially in a world without refrigeration where it was used to disguise the taste of rancid meat. Today they still produce pepper, cardamom, tea, rubber, (both brought in by the Brits.) and of course rice. Many many many kinds of rice.

Trade brought people from all religions to settle on Kerala's coasts. Muslims, Jews, Hindus and Christians lived side by side depending on each other for trade and digging roots into society that are still visible today.

Kerala's Christian community is said to be 300 years older than Europe's after a visit in 52 AD by St. Thomas the Apostle spread its gospel into the community and today the signs of Christianity are everywhere with giant basilica's and tiny chapels lining the roads. (This is quite a contrast to North India.)

The Jews played a major role in local trade. One historian told us they were the most important traders of all. They formed settlements along the coast, but today unfortunately there is only a small community called Jew Town left in Cochin. (I'm not kidding, that is the name of the place.) After the great migration to Israel, most Jews left Kerala and now there are only 13 left to take care of their beautiful synagogue and their significant place in Keralan history.

Kerala has had a long history of progressivism that has made its development stand out from other parts of India. Proudly, it produced the first democratically elected Communist government after Indian independence. Years of progressivism here lead to a different development experience. One professor told us that where the rest of the world says it must create wealth and then spread it (IE. trickle down), in Kerala they have tried to distribute whatever wealth they have. The result is that two major land redistributions have taken place, services like health care and education are available to all and there is a co-operative movement to raise wages and increase worker protections.

This set of values comes from various differences in historical development in Kerala. One factor was that the royal families in Kerala were more benevolent and took better care of their people. (While in North India, I visited many palaces and temples built by the Indian royalty. Wealth was lavished on symbol and spectacle but rarely shared with the people they oversaw.) Instead in Kerala the royal families lived in a more modest fashion. Some examples are that vaccinations were introduced in Kerala before they were in Europe and schools were built to educate a larger group of citizens then other parts of India. Ayurvedic medicine was also developed here and provides a historic foundation to a better medical system than the rest of India and many parts of the world.

Literacy also spread here first. One reason was with the rise of trade in the late 1800's it became necessary for trader families to educate at least one family member so that that person could manage the books and deal with trade law and other business matters when dealing with international traders. The result was that communities built schools and by the 1930s 32% of Keralans were literate compared to single digits in the rest of India.

The rise of trade wealth also contributed to the growth in the social movement. While attempting to explain the caste system to all of you would be impossible here, suffice it to say that it is a system built out of Hindu religious doctrine to keep some people living with privilege and most without. In history, India had never prized its merchant class and the pursuit of wealth, so while these Muslim, Christian and Jewish traders were beginning to gain wealth and education there were still held back by the traditions of the caste system and they yearned and began to strive for more respect and a higher place in society.

The social movement was gaining strength in the 20's and by the 30s this movement was meshed with the rising tides of socialism and communism peculating around the world during the depression. Its themes were land redistribution, education, worker's rights, a basic minimum wage and were being taught by the progressive educated people locally and by the actions of the post revolution Soviet Union.

All this meant that at the time of Indian Independence in 1947, Keralites were ready to embrace the future and make some major changes in their society. In 1956 their state was officially formed and by 1957-8 the new Communist government was elected and began actively preaching its theories of social change. By the time official laws passed to proceed with land reform in 1971, land owning upper caste people were prepared and ready to distribute their land to the middle castes who had been leasing the land from them. Small parcels of land were also given to the the lower castes who worked the land for their houses, but eventually another set of of land reform had to happen to redistribute the land even further.

What seems interesting about this land redistribution is that in many places it was lead by the progressive educated members of land-owning families who with their knowledge and experience with other world movements were fueling the change.
Although the experience varies widely, we visited the Panjal Village and met one elder brahmin play write. He told us about the experience in his village. He said "we went out to meet the farmers and asked them to revolt against us." (This man was famous for writing satirical plays that spread the Communist message in a way that was undetected by the powers he was criticizing.)

With this basic land redistribution of land and resources as well as a commitment to education, Kerala has flourished since Independence. It has almost 100% literacy in a country with a 65% average. Life expectancy has reached 76+ for girls and 71+ for boys born today up from an average of 50-51 years at Independence. The rest of India has a life expectancy average of about 60 years. They have mostly eradicated extreme malnutrition. There is wide spread medical care including check-ups, physical exams, immunizations, blood tests, pre-natal care and one doctor told us proudly that over 90% of babies are born in hospitals contribution to very low infant mortality rates.

Because of Kerala's higher population density, (They say Kerala is twice as dense as New Jersey.) basic amenities are easier for the government to provide. There is no noticeable separation between villages so people don't have to travel large distances to find a hospital, school or a post office. These government services can be evenly distributed and all can be broadly used. One little stat is that 60% of Keralans have a phone compared to 10% of other Indians and no Keralite lives more than 100 yards from a phone. Due to high literacy rates, Kerala has the highest level of computer penetration in India and Keralites take real pride in reading the paper and having a base knowledge of the world. Many people told us that Keralites have an opinion about everything!!!

In fact it is embarrassing to see how much their know about our political system and our daily political battles knowing how little Americans pay attention to our own system. Our feelings about President Bush and the Iraq war were constantly challenged by every speaker we met.

What was even more impressive to me was the scale of political participation. On one the streets of the capital city, Trivandrum, on my arrival, my car had to stop three times because of three separate protests and marches. On other days we walked by sit down strikes, hunger strikes and large marches. One speaker told us that initially the people were being taught about society by being exposed to the social unrest on the streets. On the way to or from school students were stopped on every corner by activists and lecturers speaking passionately about one issue or another.

Ideas area also spread organically here. In Kerala goods are still delivered door to door daily in the milkman fashion. So every day the fish monger comes to your door. Along the way he may hear that such and such kind of fish is good for you because it is high in Omega 3 fatty acids and he will spread this information to his customers in their daily chats. Doctors actually use this method to distribute their health information along with a comprehensive educational radio system where they distribute information about health, hygiene, prenatal care... through a talk radio type format. We were told that the radio was on all day in a typical Kerala household.

The most inspiring by-product of this political base and social movement came in 1996. In 1992 India's national government passed two constitutional amendments that attempted to decentralize the huge national government by delegating certain administration functions and bringing the responsibilities for providing certain services to the local level. It was believed that this would help lower corruption and bring more accountability to the government.

There have been various levels of success throughout India, but, here again, Kerala was prepared to do even more with it. This change in national policy opened up the chance of creating a genuine local democracy and in 1996 Kerala launched the "People's Plan" with "power to the people" as their slogan. This plan empowered the decentralization movement which has radically changed the way services are provided. Unlike other Indian states, Kerala took an additional step and gave local governments control of the money along with the political responsibility. This gave them real power to achieve local goals and priorities.

The new Panchayat system brought political control of the communities functions down to the local people. The process was developed deliberately and systematically. People were invited to attend local meetings to discuss local issues. Committees were developed. Priorities were agreed on and throughout the process people were constantly coming together to share their local development plans and integrate them at the various levels of government.

Since democracy of this fashion is a complicated process each step in this journey was taken with training. Skills such as how to organize and run a meeting, how to draft a report, how to prepare a budget and importantly how to set up safeguards against corruption, were some of the training themes.

While I could delve deeper into the details if probably makes more sense to tell you about a specific Panchayat that we visited and a few of the programs that we visited there.

We travelled up to the most Northern district in Kerala to visit the Pallikkara Village Panchayat of the Kasaragod district. Just describing the welcome they they gave us could fill pages but just imagine our bus arriving to the open arms of an entire village. Banana leaf banners "Welcoming delegates from the USA" were placed at the doorway. Flashing cameras of the local press made us feel like celebrities going down the runway. Beautiful women gave us fresh cut roses on our way in the door and delicious coconuts to drink during our discussion. It took us a few minutes to get over the "we're not worthy" overwhelmed feeling before we could get down to learning about the great work they were accomplishing there.

We were able to spend the entire day with the entire elected leadership of the Panchayat as well as other activists in the community. They piled onto to our bus and toured us all over the community.

One sign of their activism is that after our individual introductions we heard our group leader describing in their local language how we feel about the Iraq war and the themes of globalization (or at least that is what it sounded like "blah blah blah Iraq. blah blah blah globalization...". As I said before, we soon learned that almost every conversation we were going to have in Kerala included some reference to our feelings about US policies. In fact the TV reporter that travelled with us all day in the village later interviewed us for the TV on our feelings about the war and US foreign policy. Again with that I'm not worthy feeling... Does my opinion even really matter at home? Well, to an entire community watching the evening news we were one face of the US they rarely see.

Ok, back to their programs and inspirational work...

This panchayat was running a public health center, 4 family welfare centers, an agricultural office, 15 primary schools, 4 secondary schools among many other things. Their programs focused on micro enterprises (via micro loans), sanitation, poverty eradication, providing housing and environmental programs.

What was thrilling and inspiring to me is that I keep reading that somehow India is moving people out of extreme poverty but on the surface its really hard to see how. But these programs are real examples of how this it is done. In 1996, when they began their work 34% of the local families were homeless. Now that number is 4% and now only 4% of households have no toilet. (Another of their major initiatives.)

On an even more local level, we met with one of the 154 Women's Self-Help Groups that have been established since 1996 to help build the community and support the population there. These small groups meet weekly to discuss community issues, health issues and even topics like violence against women. They then area able to take any problems to the Panchayat leadership for help. The group we met with has 26 member families. One women from each family is allowed to attend the weekly meeting. They told us that it has created a sense of community that has helped them solve their problems. Each week every family gives 10 rupees (22 cents) into a fund that is used for micro loans for the group. It helps fund joint economic projects like growing vegetables for their consumption or another project we went to had set up a cashew processing co-operative that was bringing steady work and wages where there has not been any. Funds are also used as a safety net to help with unexpected hospital bills or educational scholarships and it is decided within the group what the best use is.

Mostly the example of community empowerment and the dramatic successes of micro loans were inspiring and very concrete examples of the small economic progresses being made here. while it is true that programs like these are not as prevalent outside Kerala, they are happening and creating hope where they was none before.

Kerala is a bright light within India and is a wonderful example of what people can accomplish if they are empowered. Upon seeing some of these programs first hand I see the possibility of bringing real change to the developing world. I am reading Thomas Friedman's The World is Flat along the way and towards the end he begins to outline some of the basic changes that need to be made to bring everyone into this new flat world. The most crucial things are less corruption and more democracy and the Kerala decentralization plan does just this. It is crucial to spread education and literacy to create the possible foundation for this change.

Ok, enough lecturing, but for those of you who made it to the end of this piece I hope you enjoyed what you learned. I am coming home soon and hope to at least write one more travelogue, but I thought a little substance would be good for you all too.

Kerala and Gulf Money


One thing that has surprised me on my visit to Kerala is that this is the community that all those Indians I met (and photographed) in Dubai are from. It feels like a lovely completion of a journey, because when I was in Dubai and meeting so many Indians, I got my first pull thinking that I had to visit India. Although most of my family members have been to India multiple times and have always sung its praises, it wasn't until I met those men that I really wanted to visit. Their sweet soft spirits brought the country to life in a place where I was expecting to meet Arabs.

Of course, I had sort of forgotten this reason to come here. Once India had been added to my travel list I forgotten why until I sat by Sonia and Binoy on my flight to Kerala. Binoy was talking about the time he had spent working in Saudi Arabia and what a great place it was to work. Suddenly things began to click together. Later when I hitched a ride with his two friends who had also worked in Saudi Arabia, I was beginning to see a theme. Then I arrived in Varkala Beach, a heavily Muslim community that sends many of its men to the Gulf to work and it really sunk in. This was the same community those Dubai men were from. I began to have move conversations with the local people there and got their opinions about those Gulf jobs opportunities and it was clear that they saw them very differently than I had after my trip there.

After going to Dubai I began to pay more attention to some of the workers rights issues playing out there. My eyes had been opened while watching the film Syriana and seeing two Gulf workers turn into suicide bombers after the devastating conditions they faced there. From the West's perspective workers are brought in and treated like slaves for virtually no wages. They are forced to work long hours doing construction and other tough jobs. They live in horrible conditions in the hot desert, are given no water. Their passports are taken from them until they pay back the initial expenses for travel and visas which often can be very very high. They have little recourse because there are many many workers who would love to take their place the moment they complain or don't show up to work because of illness or exhaustion. And in Dubai at least, although there are some laws to protect workers there are only a handful of inspectors to cover many many work sites.

But now I am forced to see the other side of this story. Although it is clear there are many cases of bad treatment, what Human Rights Watch says are extremely low wages of between $105-$250 a month are 3 to 8 times what an Indian can earn in their country. In their eyes these jobs are the road to new found wealth. They can give them a leg up. The work might be hard, but so is subsistence fishing in the over fished coasts of Kerala and with these jobs the rewards are much higher.

After 5-10 years of hard work they can come home to the new HUGE house they have paid for with their wages. (And I mean HUGE. They make US McMansions look small.) An Indian holds his wealth in his house and these people are putting every dime they have into houses. (Sometimes they don't even have money to buy furniture and often run out of money to pay the property taxes. But that is a whole other story!)

Here there are stores called Gulf Trading Stores that sell electronics and other goods that Indians regular salaries here would never be able to afford.

Why Keralites vs Indians from other areas - you might be asking? There are many people in India that would love to have these jobs but Keralites have had a leg up, because of their higher education rate (literacy in Kerala is almost 100%) as well as the fact that a higher percentage of Keralites are muslim. Thirty years ago when the Gulf building boom began Keralites were there to take the jobs since their communities already had a tradition of leaving India to seek their fortunes. In the last 10 years Indians from other regions have begun to join them.

The reason this means so much to me is it connects two distinct impressions of two totally different trips and shows vastly different perspectives to the same issue.

The me who had only seen it in Dubai and in Syriana saw slave labor and felt pain in their struggle. I watched some Afghans who we befriended on the plane get shuffled at the airport into a world that seemed detestable. Now the me who has met so many Keralan Gulf guest workers sees economic steps on the ladder. I see that what is a terrible job to one person is an opportunity to another. I see that Gulf development is lifting India's tides too. I see yet another global connection that shows that there are many steps on the economic ladder and immigration plays a large part in world economic development.

While the West should keep fighting for job protections, I hope it is done with the understanding that India needs and wants these jobs and they don't want the Western world to shut down the flow of workers because of excess criticism and regulation. (I'm still working out this part of my thoughts. Its hard to put both pieces together in a sane way. Its not like I want worker abuse. Apparently one group of Keralite workers was shipped to Iraq to work for contractors there, maybe not what they had signed up for??)