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30.8.13

War & Peace: Thoughts on Syria



While the majority of social media posts have been (and still seem to be) in response to Miley’s ability to twerk it on national television, my mind has been elsewhere (in Syria to be exact).

When I was younger, I always wondered what it would be like to live through the famous world wars. I constantly asked my Mom-Mom what her life was like, how they dealt with the war (apparently she and her siblings chewed on tar to wear off hunger), and if the textbooks told the real story. Today, I found myself constantly tapping my left foot, refreshing my web browser every 5 minutes, and wondering if we are about to start a new chapter of world war history.

I’ve got contradicting thoughts on Syria and I want to explore them with you; so let’s start with the beginning. In brief, Syrian rebels have been fighting their current President’s (Bashar al-Asad) regime since 2011. That's approximately (give or take your sources) two years ago. Two. (I could make a list of countries who are currently fighting with their own people, for how long they've been going at it, and how bloody it was or still is, but let’s stick to the subject of Syria).

Working as an editor, I’m careful not to believe everything I read. That’s just part of the job; you have to do background checks on sources and citations to make sure everything lines up with what’s being announced. My government claims they have proof that the Syrian government has used chemical weapons against their own people. Despite this and in response to their citizens' reactions, the UK and Germany have both pulled out of agreements to use direct military involvement, and of course, Russia has blatantly refused to do anything. Our history with Russia reminds me of one of those covered water slides: dark, twisting, and long. I think this has something to do with the whispers of World War III in my head. Maybe I'm overreacting and the media has hyped it all up to be more than it is (like with North Korea and the talks of their alleged nuclear missiles) a few months ago. Who the hell really knows though, we're all kept in the dark nowadays.

Anyways, today both Kerry and Obama spoke out against al-Asad. In this CNN article, President Obama is quoted as having stated, “It’s important for us to recognize that when 1,000 people are killed, including hundreds of innocent children, through the use of a weapon that 98 or 99 percent of humanity says should not be used even in war, and there is no action, then we’re sending a signal that that international norm doesn’t mean much.” I agree with this part of his statement but I still wonder why we, as an international community, continue to create and possess nuclear and chemical weapons if 98 or 99 percent of people are opposed to it. I fully comprehend that not every country possesses these horrific man-made creations, but if one country abides by the rules, shouldn't everyone?

No, chemical weapons are not good. Using them is an easy way out and certainly not a just way to fight. Yet, these weapons are available. Do we honestly think that saying, "Hey this isn't good, you shouldn't do that!" will stop someone from doing it? It's like telling a four-year-old to stop climbing up the slide, and just go down on their bottom like they're supposed to. They aren't going to listen. They won't understand until they slip, fall, and get bloody hands and knees. You can't really force those kinds of lessons.

On the other hand, what eerily reminds me of the past (and my not so favorite President), is this statement made by our current President: “And that is a danger to our national security." How does it go from international to national? Can someone please explain the logic behind this? If we don't intervene, does that really allow other countries to so suddenly have the upper hand in handing out weapons, money, and military training? 

This whole notion of protecting one's national security really gets me riled up, especially since I think we've come so far away from its original meaning when we started off as a country. It also reminds me of a book I finished earlier this year, entitled A Woman Among Warlords. I've pulled the following two quotations from the beginning and the end of the book. I think we, as a nation and as an international community, should really digest these words before making any sort of decision:

“As I never tire of telling my audiences, no nation can donate liberation to another nation. These values must be fought for and won by the people themselves. They can only grow and flourish when they are planted by the people in their own soil and watered by their own blood and tears” (5).

“All told, according to Professor Marc W. Herold of the University of New Hampshire, at least seven thousand civilians have been killed by U.S./NATO forces since the invasion of Afghanistan….Herold sums up the predictable impact of these bombings in Afghanistan: ‘In effect, the US/NATO forces are relying upon air power in lieu of ground forces and in so doing causing high levels of civilian casualties which, in turn, push locals towards the resistance. This is particularly important in Afghanistan where the culture of revenge has long stalked Americans there. U.S/NATO aerial attacks turn friends into enemies'” (157).

This is their civil war. This is a fight between their people. Yet, there’s the issue of chemical weapons and so we consider intervening to teach them a lesson, to scold them for crossing the red line. What is our lesson? Don't kill your own people? Don't mess with the international rules set in place by some of the most powerful countries in the world? I’m not really sure whose side to believe anymore. Officials claim that it would be unjust and unfair to turn the other way when we have such solid proof. Yet, what does the world do in reaction to our constant drone attacks on Yemen?  

Let me take a breather for a second. 

So when I was teaching in France, I had a lovely but quite student in one of my 4th grade classes who was from Syria. She wore jumpsuits with her country’s flag like a lot of my other students (who hailed from Tunisia, Morocco, Algeria, the Congo, and the like). She was so eager to learn English and came to my afterschool club once a week.

This whole week I’ve been having trouble falling asleep. I sit in bed and wonder what’s happening to her family who still lives over there. Have they already been killed? Are they leaving their country to live as refugees in Lebanon or Jordan? Or have they been living as refugees since the break of war? Did they try to come to France too? What is life really like over there and who does anyone trust anymore?



The U.S. once fought a civil war. There wasn’t any sort of chemical weapon involved, but it was bloody and confusing and a major turning point in our history. While I want a happy ending, I’m not sure when or how or if that will occur for Syria. What I do know and believe is that the U.S. does not always have to be a hero to be appreciated and highly regarded by the international community. We may be powerful, but that does not give us the right to just jump into a fight whenever we deem necessary. I think it's highly contradictory for us to scold Syria yet brush the fact that we too committed a heinous act (by bombing Hiroshima and Nagasaki) under the rug. We may be a very powerful country, but let us also keep in mind that it takes a very long time to regain trust, even with our own allies.


With that all being said, I ask you to join me on a quick ride on the peace train.

Good night and good luck,

Petite pamplemousse

29.8.13

Speedy Reading Gonzalez

Hola Amigos,

Good news always comes first, and with that in mind, I've got plenty to explore this post.

The bad news? I'm a goofball and left my camera in my sister's car when I went home two weeks ago. I won't have my Woodstock pictures up for a bit, but it's well worth the wait. I might give you a sneak peek with something from my iPhone until then though...who knows!

In the meantime, I'd like to highlight a few of my favorite books from this summer's readapalooza. I was a speedy reading Gonzalez, finishing all three of these in under three days!

Where'd You Go, Bernadette? by Maria Semple
I admit to judging books by their covers, and this one caught my attention immediately. Bernadette (who's featured front and center on the cover) reminded me that you always have to stick up for yourself, keep your enemies closer (because, hey, maybe they're alright after all), and embrace your oddities.
    • Favorite quotation:  "My mother always said that luxury is wasted on the rich, that you have to have been brought up on Velveeta and crackers in order to truly appreciate the fine things in life" (19). 
Dreaming in French by Megan McAndrew
I did not realize when I requested to put a hold on this book at the library that I had asked for the wrong one. I was trying to get my hands on the non-fictional version by Alice Kaplan. Despite this minor mishap, I really enjoyed McAndrew's book. Although my experience in France was quite different from these characters, I do agree with the majority of what they have to say about living abroad and growing up.
    • Even though I'm not technically an expat, this rings so true in regards to my two years in Lyon: "Like so many expatriates, he had, rather simply become more attached to America, in a sentimental way that is only possible to achieve from a distance" (27).
    • This applies to so many situations, don't you think? : "To this day, I'm not sure what she meant, but sometimes, it's the things you don't understand that make the most sense" (306).
    • Whether you're 15 or 55, you always want someone to dance with! : "And so I wore it, even as I knew every woman's secret, that the girl lives inside you surprising you at odd moments, in the middle of the night, when you wake up and wonder if your mother has come home yet or at a party as you stand, a little self-conscious at the edge of the floor, your foot tapping to the music, hoping that you look all right, that no one can tell you're nervous, that someone will notice you and ask you to dance" (314).
Looking for Alaska by John Green
I've never been an avid young adult novel fan. I always ignored that section of the library growing up. Despite my low expectations, I absolutely adored the characters in this modern day "coming of age" story. Yet, others were extremely insulted by the plot, as noted in this article by The Knoxville Journal. I have to disagree with their thoughts on it being pornographic and inappropriate for high school students. I'm happy to see that many of the comments below the article read similarly to my internal dialogue. It's a wonderful book with real characters who, yes, do explore their sexuality, but also look at the bigger questions in life. Maybe this parent's reaction explains why I haven't gone back into the teaching world; I'd have to follow all of these rules while choosing literature for my class. Who wasn't curious about sex, alcohol, and cigarettes at 15 and why shouldn't teenagers wonder what all the fuss is about? They've got to live and learn at some point.
    • A new twist on the YOLO motto: "Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're gonna. I'm just going to do it. Imagining the future is kind of nostalgia" (54).
    • I believe this would be a wonderful passage for moody high school teenagers to explore for a school paper. (*Spoiler Alert*: They do a final on this in the book, so why shouldn't we in real life?): "You spend your whole life in the labyrinth thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present" (54).
    • This is how I still feel after losing a very special person: "And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought, That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without" (144).
 So I leave you with these quotations fresh in your minds. Keep the peace and drum on!






16.8.13

Drowning in the Drone Debate

If you've been paying attention to any of the news stories over the last few weeks, you should be aware of the U.S. State Department's travel warning as well as the closing of multiple embassies throughout the Middle East. I first heard this on NPR, driving to Woodstock, NY. On the one hand, it's great that we take these potential threats more seriously, especially after what happened in Libya. On the other hand, it is quite appalling that our go-to course of action always seems to consist of sending drones out to foreign lands. Whether you are pro or contre drones, be sure to check out this Upworthy video. If you haven't pondered what life would be like living under drone attacks and constant chaos, this video will give you a quick glimpse into what you would face.

Al-Muslimi's testimony brings many questions to mind.

Who can you really trust?

Who are your friends? What does that word even imply?

Do you immediately associate an Arab with al-Qaeda? What about a Muslim?

What is your opinion on drone strikes?

Do you agree with everything your country does? If not, does that make you a traitor?

These are just a few questions that I believe we need to openly discuss and debate, not only as a country, but as an international community. Without successful communication between the people and their respective government officials, our generation and the generations to come will not succeed and history will yet again repeat itself.

For some reason, this singer's lyrics always seem to fit perfectly into the debates going on inside my mind.

As Christian Nestell Bovee, a mid 19th century New York-based writer, once said, "We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them."

Here's to your own personal enlightenment, folks. Cheers!




9.8.13

Exploring Great Falls

A few weeks ago, my current roommate and I decided to put all of the small talk of wanting to go hiking to the test. We woke up fairly early and headed off to the Virginia entrance of Great Falls Park. We parked and headed off on the trail to the left of the main parking lot. A few minutes later we wondered if we had started off on the wrong trail. We asked a family on bikes, but they didn't seem to know which way they were going either. Nonetheless, we had a great time taking pictures, chatting, and pondering the way Native Americans used to run along rivers. We climbed quite a few rocky patches but it didn't seem to be the hardcore hiking we had expected. It was probably better off that we didn't find the actual trail we wanted to do; we were both sweating buckets by the time we got back to the car. Good ol' DC humidity for ya!

On our way back towards the car, we decided to walk past our starting point. There, we came across the rapids (which I'm pretty sure we set off to find in the first place). As we stopped to climb one of the viewpoints and take pictures, we noticed a kayaker down in the water. Seconds later, we noticed a photographer next to us with a Redbull logo on his backpack. We put two and two together once we saw the kayaker wave up and point further along the Potomac River. We waited for a while to see what sort of tricks he would pull out from his oars, but the heat got the best of us and we returned home for a large glass of water.


I spy with my little eye...
  
The Potomac River

A daddy long leg spider

A deer

Great Falls
A crazy kayaker


Taking a break

Pondering the greatness of Mother Earth

Maryland on the left, Virginia on the right


By the time we left, a bunch of families were starting to set up for picnics and lazy afternoons in the shade. The line to get into the park was at least a mile long. It's safe to say the best time to get into the park is mid morning. Next time I'm bringing my lunch and painting supplies!

More hiking stories to come!

“After a day's walk everything has twice its usual value.”  George Macauley Trevelyan