A Malagasy man naps on top of a Taxi-Brousse in the capital, Antananarivo, before he embarks on a long journey across the country. I was about to embark on my own 24 hour non-stop cross-country journey in a similar Taxi-Brousse.
Jesse Appell, China
Da Shu Hua: A traditional festival I went to in Hebei Province, where a man hurls molten iron against a wall and it explodes as it falls back towards the ground. The festival is called “Da Shu Hua,” or, “To beat down the flowers from the trees.”
Madeline Stix, Bolivia
This photograph is taken during my village stay in the town of Tocoli (population 200), on the edge of Lake Titicaca, the lake with the second highest altitude in the world (at 14,000 feet). Two women from the village scuttling down the hill to prepare for our welcome “almuerzo” (lunch), which took place by the sacred waters of the lake.
Melissa Donze, India
“Smiles”: Sharing smiles at the community meeting on the Right to Food Campaign in Ullaluapanagar, Bangalore, India.
I was just sent this incredible list of job opportunities in international affairs. A lot of these jobs require more experience than seniors will typically have, but there are entry-level positions too. Even the jobs that require more experience will give you ideas about organizations and career paths. Have fun browsing!
The director, Ms. Hill Marsh’s words echoed time and again for me. “I believe in divine intervention,” she would say. According to her, we had a calling – to develop these young men and women to become college graduates and to live as productive citizens.
This summer, I worked for Upward Bound at Le Moyne College, a small Jesuit school located in Syracuse, NY. The program gives low-income high school students (potential first generation college students) better opportunities to attend college. The program strikes a personal chord for me. Thirty years ago, my mother and her siblings were enrolled in the same program; they all graduated from college. They had immigrated to the US from Taiwan only a few years prior, and their parents had not even graduated from high school. Because my grandparents did not speak English, the program gave their children an academic foundation they might not have otherwise had.
I had many responsibilities. Not only was I tasked as a teaching assistant, but I also resided with the students in the Le Moyne dormitories and served as a resident adviser (RA) and personal adviser. I worked alongside six other college students, who were also responsible for the students’ academic and personal growth. We collaborated on the students’ curriculum and harnessed our skills to make the summer a fulfilling experience.
For the past week, Israel has been covered in posters hypothetically asking, “Where were you on September 9th?” encouraging people to attend the “Million Man March”. I will be able to proudly respond that I was one of 50,000 demanding social and economic justice in Jerusalem in solidarity with around 450,000 people protesting across the nation. To put this in perspective, this is roughly 8% of the population, or equal to 17 million Americans protesting at once.
Instead of recapping the origins and the goals of the social justice protests, sometimes dubbed j14th in honor of their July 14th beginning, you can read my first post on the topic. It also links to more substantial articles.
Many who support and analyze the movement viewed yesterday as crucial: Due to the escalation in the south the much-anticipated Palestinian bid for statehood at the UN this month, and heightened tension with Turkey, security concerns are once again first page news. Many predicted that the movement would quickly prove unsustainable under these conditions.
Moment Magazine Seeks Student Contributors for Blog of Jewish Ideas
Moment Magazine, co-founded by Nobel Prize winner Elie Wiesel, is recruiting bright, inquisitive, and diverse university students to contribute to our blog InTheMoment for the fall. Moment is North America’s largest independent Jewish magazine, and our blog gets upwards of 10,000 hits a month. As a student blogger, you will write one post a week on topics of Jewish politics, religion and culture. This is an incredible opportunity for young writers to publish, develop their skills and benefit from the expertise of our team of experienced editors. At the end of the fall, the three bloggers who have generated the most web hits will receive a cash prize. Continue reading “Moment Magazine Seeks Student Contributors”
If you are interested in traveling to Latin America to gain hands-on experience in global health, international development work and the fight against global poverty, consider this opportunity from non-profit organization MEDLIFE. Please find below, the announcement posted by MEDLIFE.
Every year millions of people come to Italy to see the Vatican, Renaissance art, and UNESCO sites, and to eat fine cuisine. I studied abroad, in the southern Italian island of Sicily (the largest in the Mediterranean). People come here for the beautiful beaches, Mt. Etna—Europe’s largest, most active volcano – and again, of course, the food. These people are tourists.
However, there is also another new group coming to Italy these days, especially to Sicily. Most of the people in this group are not Catholic or even Christian and have little interest in making a pilgrimage to the Vatican. Many of them did not study Botticelli and Michelangelo in school and are not flocking to the Uffizi in Florence. These people are immigrants and refugees. Before I came to Sicily, I had an interest in immigration in Italy because I took a course on modern Italian culture at Brandeis before going abroad. Immigration is a new phenomenon in Italy as Italians, specifically Sicilians, emigrated to other countries. The Italian government does not know how to deal with immigration and because of this does not have as many restrictions against immigration as other European Union countries do (e.g. France and Switzerland).
With all of this information in mind, and curious to learn more, I decided to volunteer at a center for immigrants and refugees in Catania, during my free time. At the center I taught Italian to the newest arrivals. At first, in February, most of my students were from western Africa, countries like Mali and Senegal. But then the war started in Libya. Due to my close proximity to an American military base I would often hear and see helicopters headed toward Libya that was relatively nearby. The second experience I had of the war was one rainy day when I had two new students. The two new students were 17 year old girls of Eritrean descent. They spoke a bit of English and were relieved to have finally found someone else at Centro Astalli that could speak a common language. They also felt comfortable around me because of my age and my familiar East African appearance. Continue reading “Another Side to the War in Libya”
A few days ago, my work assignment was to interview Metin Tarhan, the President of the Erliklibaba Association, which represents the Alevis if not only in Istanbul, than for the whole of Turkey. I believe the interview went well, but I don’t speak Turkish. So I guess I will know when I see the translated interview transcript.
Here’s a photo from the interview:
From left to right: the Vice President of the Erliklibaba Association, Metin Tarhan, myself, and Tarik one of the other interns and one of my translators.
The Association has a lovely complex and we had a tour of the building including the cemevi, which is their equivalent to a (insert one) mosque, church or synagogue. Here is a photo of that as well:
(the really big photos are of Ali, the cousin of the Islamic Prophet, Muhammad and the 4th caliph in the Rashidun)
At this point, the people of the association graciously invited me to see their “Cem” or weekly service. I was touched and realized that now was a good time to find out more about the Alevis. Continue reading “What’s an Alevi?”
Some of you have already read that I have gone to a “meeting” that featured the current/recently re-elected Turkish Prime Minister, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan (pronounced Reh-jep Tai-yip Air-do-wan) right in my home district of Üsküdar in İstanbul. Allow me if you will, to give a play by play of the strange events that transpired on June 11th.
c.11 AM- I left my flat to go to work for a brief errand.
c. 11:15- Pass by the AK party headquarters. I turn on the old Nusbaum charm, hoping maybe I could get another AK Parti pen to give one of my friends. At this point just by walking by I’ve been given, baseball caps, flags, tee-shırts, posters, even bouncy balls that flash blue and orange (AK’s colors)
c. 11:20- the fellow outside has been trying to invite me in for weeks now. Eh, Why not? I have the time today.
c. 11:23- There are three people in the office. No one speaks English, but wait there is a fellow who asks, “Parlez-vous français?”…Oui, Monsieur, bien sur!
c. 11:30- we talk about each others backgrounds: He lived in Lyon for many years. I studied French in high school and it surprises me that I still remember it, particularly since I’ve been studying Arabic and Hebrew and I am now relying on my minimal Turkish skills. Continue reading “My “Meeting” with Recep Tayyip Erdoğan”