One Year Ago Today

One year ago today, a series of events went down in Andijon, Uzbekistan. The details of the story vary widely depending on who you ask, but things boil down to two versions. The first is offered by the Uzbek Government: A group of radical Islamic militants, wishing to overthrow the Uzbek regime and establish a caliphate, took police and governmental officials hostage. During this protest, many people, including innocent civilians, were killed. The second version, offered by human rights organizations and most journalistic outfits, speaks of a popular protest against the government lead by a group of businessmen who had been singled out for spurious prosecution by the Uzbek state. In this scenario, it is claimed that the Uzbek authorities (police and military,) were guilty of killing hundreds of civilians in order to regain authority.

Recently, the Uzbek Embassy in Belgium released a video regarding these events. View the video by clicking here. What you will see is the first point articulated. My opinion of this video is that what you are seeing is the false confessions of otherwise innocent civilians garnered under duress (read, torture.) It is chilling. Also, near the end of the video, the logic of the “Western Expert Uzbek” is so flawed, it could be considered laughable were the situation not so grave. To see the other side of the story, the one which I am more inclined to believe, please view the BBC News article here.

This video must be understood within context. The Uzbek regime is a closed Soviet style system. Public dissent, though not non-existent, is rare. The few protests that have occurred within the country in recent years are related to economic grievances. Therefore, the unofficial version, in which the violent chain of events began with peaceful protests against unfair crackdowns on businessmen by the state, is believable. Since the Uzbek government is unwilling to entertain such protests, it is therefore given the task of spinning any such events in its favor. And, taking a cue from our dear leader (see top right of this website,) it uses the specter of terrorism. That is, any individuals with complaints against the state are accused of being radical Islamic terrorists, therefore justifying severe retribution by the government.

This position is troublesome for a number of reasons. The first is that the Uzbek government is able to take a fear which has some basis of truth and exaggerate it for its own means. From all accounts there are some movements which would like to establish an Islamic state in the region; such theocrats would view the secular (and morally corrupt) Karimov regime as a target. So to dismiss the fact that there exist some terrorists is naïve. The same is true regarding those who would wish to destroy the United States, and so on… Like he who shall not be named, Karimov has taken this fear, which is grounded in some measure of truth, and used it to his political advantage. Therefore, while claiming to protect the Uzbeks from Islamic terrorists, he is also stifling any form of protest directed against the state. However, with Andijon, things got out of hand, and the damage control has been extensive: expulsion of international civil society NGOs, expulsion of US forces from the Karshi-Khanabad air force base in the south of the country, an anti-Western media blitz in state run media, and the strengthening of ties with Russia and China.

And this brings me to my second point which is that Karimov’s playbook was, until this boiling point, supported by the US government. Although his regime was guilty of gross violations of basic human rights, the US provided Uzbekistan with economic and humanitarian aid. Since we needed the Karshi base for operations in the region post 9/11, we were willing to look the other way. Karimov understandably took this and ran with it; as long as we had our base he would be able to maintain, indeed intensify his crackdown against all dissent.

Such was the situation when I, and over 60 other volunteers, touched down in Tashkent one cold morning in January 2005. My time in Uzbekistan revealed that these troubles were far from the daily worries of average citizens. Although they all knew that something was not right, and lamented that their formerly eminent culture had become a mere shadow of what it once was, their main concerns were providing for their families and getting by. The tragedy of this drama is poignant, representing yet another failure of moral leadership by our government with far reaching consequences. And although Andijon may be out of mind for most Americans, as Uzbeks in the area today mourn in silence, it couldn’t be closer to home.

“Are you now or have you ever been…”

Every Romanian 12th grader engaged in the bilingual English program must prepare a final project/presentation before graduation. The topic can be anything relating to American/British history or culture. Today, I was invited to view the presentation aspect. Let me share some of my notes:

Popular Themes:

  • Famous Sites of ________
  • The Life of ________
  • History of ________

Re-think Question to prevent plagiarism.

“Air of an inquisition”

Presentation Skills

  • weak
  • no visual aids
  • taking charge > set the tone (vs. just answering questions)
  • long silence in response to questions

Technology (available at school)

  • laptop/projector – make available – encourage use
  • PowerPoint skills

Proper source citing

  • not just domains!

Authenticity

Starting with “… was born on…”

New: immersion – presentation/show/food – max 10x/day

I am glad that I went (even though I would like those two hours back at some point.) What I saw today was well intentioned teachers following the same tired old line, with lazy/robotic behaving students spewing back hastily memorized facts taken from the internet. In short, the entire exercise was a joke. What makes it a shame is that American/British culture is such an interesting topic! The written component of this project, for most of the students, consisted of a slick bound volume replete with color photographs. Of course, 95% of the information was simply copied and pasted from the internet (the other 5% brief introductions and conclusions.) What struck me was how blatant it all was. First you have this shaky, one paragraph introduction, full of odd verb tenses and a preponderance of “the” in front of any object (“I would like to talk about the Henry Ford…) and then, bang, perfectly nuanced writing. One of the teachers confided to me, during a short break, that the lowest grade they could give was a 7 (out of 10.) All in all, on display today was a massive failure of effort – both by the teachers and the students. Although I do not doubt that most students had some interest in the topic they chose, their presentation (or shall we say testimony,) did not reflect that. The teachers, depending on whether or not they liked the student, either gave them a pass with softballs or ridiculed them by pressing on with questions which they could not answer. When the students were able to talk, mostly it was a rote reading of the script they had prepared on note cards.

As part of a project I am doing with 11th graders now, we are working to produce a tangible visible presentation. To begin, I brought in my laptop to school and showed them a real PowerPoint presentation about a similar topic to the one we are studying. We talked about how this basic tool raised the attractiveness of the presentation through the use of photographs, graphs and video clips. Since students here tend to be computer literate (that is, regarding games and pirated movies,) I am sure they can figure out PowerPoint. The problem is that these skills – basic to any successful presentation – are not being integrated into the classroom. Yes, I know that most teachers can’t afford a laptop, but unfortunately technology seems to be viewed as something for computer class only. With these 11th graders, I hope to come up with a presentation that not only reflects genuine research methods, but also utilizes modern, if simple, interest generating devices.

I am considering suggesting my findings to the other English teachers, but I want to first get their reacton to today’s events… so it is.

The Power of Dissent

This one is way too important not to help pass along the grapevine. At the anual White House Correspondants’ Dinner, Stephen Colbert (of Strangers With Candy fame) performed some of the best satire yet to be seen regarding the Bush regime. After his talk not only did Bush have egg on his face but so too did the rest of the Washington press corps. This is truly classic, so please take a look and pass it along:

Stephen Colbert Roasts Bush – Google Video

If you find this enjoyable, take a minute to leave a comment the blog – Thank You Stephen Colbert.

Humble Observations

Alas, Romania IS Eastern Europe. And what, you may ask yourself, has driven our fair author to this conclusion. One word: mullet. Yep, they are everywhere. I guess back home mullet is acceptable only in two instances. The first is in any photos from the 80’s… ya know, trends come and go and we are all susceptible to them. The second instance is in regards to anyone who did any combination of the following things: a) outfitted his/her pickup with a shotgun rack, b) voted Bush/Cheney in 2000 AND 2004, c) enjoys any type of liquor with the name Boones in it, and d) lives in a non-fixed domicile. But here in Romania you will find the mullet on a wide range of individuals. Granted, the majority are spotted on middle school aged boys too young for the advanced E. European bling-bling of pimped out 70’s Mercedes’. But the trend is not limited to such types. With an alarming frequency, mullets can be spotted on older people who really ought to know better. And so, as a public service, I feel it is my duty to design a two-class lesson plan on the mullet. We will discuss its history, adaptation and current status. This of course will lead to an emotions based paper along the line of, “what do you FEEL about the mullet?” I think it will go down well. Yes, it must.

Getting In

In order to get to London from Transylvania, the best deal is to take a train to Budapest and then fly from there. My train ticket was for late on Wednesday night, Passover. Having made the proper inquiries at the local synagogue, I got an invitation to their Seder that night, beginning at 7. After a very brief service, everyone filed into the back room where there were some large tables set up with silverware and blue and white festooned cups. I was instructed to sit near the end of one of the tables. Across the way was the old man (picture previous post) and next to me was a couple about my parents’ age. Like any other Jewish gathering I’ve been to, things began in a rather subdued fashion. The community leader read some letters from the Romanian President and Prime Minister, and then did some prayers.

Now, to those of you who aren’t familiar with Jewish traditions, Passover is the holiday that commemorates the Jews’ escape from bondage in Egypt. It is rather ritualized and in fact one of the more interesting of the Jewish holidays. One of the traditions is to constantly drink and re-fill one’s glass with wine. As such, again like any other Jewish gathering I’ve been to, things began to loosen up. After a perfunctory service (I like these people, they think like we did at Hillel,) the food and wine continued flowing, some perky Jewish music was played over a boombox, and conversation picked up. The couple next to me explained that their two children were living in Canada. This was not surprising, as many Romanians seem to give Canada a try. The woman especially was quite nice, egging me a little to sing along to “Ya-a-seh-shalom,” and the man was quite courteous by always offering me more food and wine.

I was really excited, though, about the older man across from me. The first time I heard him speak was at the Holocaust commemoration service about a month ago. Of course I didn’t get the whole of it, but I got the idea and was nonetheless moved by his courage. Based on his age I figured that he knew no English, so I tried to speak to him in Romanian. He understood but was obviously not thrilled with my command of the language. In broken English he asked me if I knew Yiddish. No, I replied, I did not. But I went on to explain how Yiddish was spoken a few generations ago within my family, and that some family members had emigrated to Brooklyn, NY from Hungary. This he was interested in. Again, in broken English he said, smiling, “Brooklyn… little Israel.” Sure, it wasn’t much to go on, but we had a good laugh. Sadly in order to catch my train I had to run rather quickly after eating, and hands were shaken all around. This extension of hospitality by the community here was very touching, and I enjoyed this Seder very much.

Coming next, the London trip!