Friday, November 6, 2009

Engendering Ceasefire Negotiations: Reflections from a Gender Day Seminar

“It’s ok gentlemen, sit down” barked David Pinder as he entered the room; “I wouldn’t expect you to get up for me.” The simulation had begun. Around the negotiation table were representatives from three warring parties, senior ranking officers from UN Civil Affairs and UNHCR, myself - the head of EU Monitors - and Pinder, now in firm control of the simulation as Head of the UN Mission in our fictitious ‘Bosovo’. Implicit in his statement: ‘Women you are invisible here… welcome to military monde’.

As someone who has participated in ‘white privilege’ and ‘gender mainstreaming’ workshops, I have been trained to think about positionality: who is in the room, who is speaking, who has authority, what are the dynamics between actors. I noticed that only two women had chosen roles and therefore had the ability to speak over the next two hours, and that both of us had taken roles with the UN or EU. I thought back to the moment I arrived at the Gender Day Seminar, and had the ability to choose between three roles – either the EU or one of the warring parties. I remembered semi-conscious gratitude that I could be more or less ‘neutral’ in the sessions, taking on a third party role I could see myself playing in the future, but also slight hesitancy about taking the role most comfortable for me and therefore less challenging. The result: men represented all three military parties although there were another four women in the simulation. Perhaps that was accidental, perhaps fitting the stereotype. However, I think the absence of broader gender inclusivity in the simulation was neither accidental nor appropriate.

Let me be clear from the outset I think that gender is an important lens through which to address issues of peace and conflict, however I do not think it is the only lens that is important. For me gender is one dimension of power relations, and depending on the context other elements such as race, ethnicity, class, religion, ability/disability, sexual orientation as well as the intersections of them should also be considered. When Pinder debriefed the simulation, he explained that his workshop demonstrated the absence of gender consciousness – the ‘dark side’ of gender relations. He played the apologist, suggesting that this is just how things are when you try to walk the razor’s edge of ceasefire with parties in conflict. However his argument suggests complicity with the status quo, which is very dangerous not only for gender equality but the host of power imbalances that are perpetuated by allowing only the violent groups and/or political elites to be involved in ‘making’ peace. To echo the queries of one UN negotiator, Carolyn McAskie “Why is it that peace negotiations are held amongst those who created the war? Why should the construction of the peace only include those people?”

In reality, Pinder’s gender exclusivity now goes against the very United Nations that employed him. According to Article 8 of Resolution 1325, adopted in October, 2000:
The Security Council… [c]alls on all actors involved, when negotiating and implementing peace agreements, to adopt a gender perspective, including, inter alia:

(a) The special needs of women and girls during repatriation and resettlement and for rehabilitation, reintegration and post-conflict reconstruction;
(b) Measures that support local women’s peace initiatives and indigenous processes for conflict resolution, and that involve women in all of the implementation mechanisms of the peace agreements;
(c) Measures that ensure the protection of and respect for human rights of women and girls, particularly as they relate to the constitution, the electoral system, the police and the judiciary.

Simply because there was no gender agenda when he negotiated in Bosnia in the early 1990s does not mean that we should continue mock-Bosnian simulations in this vein in 2009. However, it left me wondering: has Resolution 1325 made a difference for ceasefire negotiations today or did our simulation reflect the reality?

Despite the beautiful rhetoric of Resolution 1325, the little literature I have since read suggests that is often difficult to engender inclusion in peace negotiations. I was disheartened to hear the reflections of Carolyn McAskie, UN Special Envoy to Burundi during the Arusha Peace negotiations of 1999-2000:

I attended one of the most awful meetings of my life where I had to listen to 19 Burundian parties, all led by men, explain why they couldn’t let women in the room as observers or as NGOs. It was appalling; I’ve never heard anything like it. Luckily one of my colleagues on the negotiation was an African woman from West Africa and she stood up and gave them hell in a way I never could as a non-African. But finally I did intervene and said ‘I did not come all this way to negotiate with a group that represents only 50% of the population.’ It didn’t make a dent. They smile a bit sheepishly and then they go on about their business.

While this meeting occurred a decade ago – likely just prior to the adoption of 1325 – her words demonstrate the great vigilance required on the part of third parties convening negotiations to establish greater participation in the process. Four years later, Sanam Naraghi Anderlini has indicated that little has changed in negotiation cultures – either with armed parties and political elite at the local level or with international negotiation teams such as Pinder’s. Would there have been a thought to the inclusion of women in the Burundian process if McAskie had not been in such an influential role? How often have women been in positions of responsibility within these negotiation teams – particularly since 2000? Is Resolution 1325 making a difference – if so where and how? What enforcement mechanisms are needed to make the inclusion of women more practicable? It appears there is scope for a dissertation.

Yet, it is also important to ask: does having women present necessarily make a difference? To play devil’s advocate, women often play significant roles in broader peace-building measures both during and after conflicts: do they really need to be involved in the ceasefire bit? One could argue, as we did in our morning sessions that even if common constructions of masculinity see men as warriors, and femininity see women as peacemakers, there are multiple constructions of both, and these very greatly across cultures. While women often play a leading role in peace activism women can also be found in the military and guerilla movements or supportive of their children or partners engaged in large-scale violent conflict. Also, as some have argued on the issue of quotas for women’s representation in government, it matters a great deal if the women participating are there to be ‘yes women’ or ‘quota queens’ – representing the interests of powerful men – or if they are there to act in their own interests and for the interests of their communities. The same could be said of women in negotiations. It would be naïve or simplistic to equate women’s presence with sustainable peace -- full stop.

However this should not be an excuse to prevent women from participating in or observing ceasefire negotiations or, in my opinion for setting quotas. Women should have the right, as half of the population, to be included in decision-making processes that affect their lives. Quotas are certainly not problem free, and should not be introduced without supporting resources like training and equal access to education programming if they are to transform women’s participation beyond tokenism. Yet, I also agree with academics like Mansbridge that quotas often serve as an important benchmark for representation in the short term, which can (and perhaps should) become more malleable as structures and systems change over time. This leads us back to the question: how do you ensure women have a voice in the fragile and tense atmospheres of ceasefire negotiations that often seem to be more about strategic priorities than human ones?

While interacting as the EU Monitor I did not come up with easy answers to that. Gender was not to be found anywhere on my typed ‘overt’ or ‘covert’ agenda, nor did it seem to be on the agendas of anyone else – except perhaps the UNHCR. I wonder if a central part of the problem is actually the broader cultures or ideologies of militarization in which this process is currently embedded, and the particular – though varying – masculinities constructed in armed groups be they militaries or rebel movements. While gender programming often focuses on empowering women, perhaps as much attention and resources need to be dedicated to conscientizing and empowering men to take responsibility for changing these masculinities and their relationship with women’s exclusion. We need to move beyond polarizing ideas like men are the problem and women are the solution. We can work together to challenge and transform the power imbalances within our societies at all stages of the conflict and peacemaking.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Welcome to Bradford, 'City of Sanctuary'

"Karibu" - welcome! It was one of the few words I could remember in kiswahili to greet the beautiful mother sitting beside me at the "Stories of Sanctuary" annual event tonight. She is from Somalia, but a member of a minority that lives near the Kenyan border and doesn't speak Mahatiri like the majority of her compatriots. She was there with her husband and three-month old daughter, who I had the pleasure of rocking as the evening progressed. Both mother and daughter had beautiful smiles and gentle spirits - the wee one made only gurgles of contentment during the three hours we were there. And in that uplifting atmosphere I saw her as a child of hope - that asylum seekers and refugees can build lives and faith in a future of peace here beyond the memory of violence!



Indeed this was the theme of the evening, a celebration of transcendence amidst the challenges of adaption to a new culture, climate and government (that in many cases has not welcomed these people with open arms). We were fortunate to hear the stories from courageous friends from Malawi, the D.R. Congo and Burma/Bangladesh (Rohingya)... as well as a bitter-sweet story of an Afghan woman whose photography will be on exhibit in a few weeks but who will be unable to see it as she was recently deported to another European country (though she had a claim she transited through another country so the UK didn't have to grant her asylum).

I am just beginning to learn of the challenges that asylum seekers and refugees face here in the UK... but have heard a bit about dawn raids, detention centres and deportation if one's refugee claim isn't 110% air tight. Depending on one's country of origin one may also be denied asylum but not sent back if it is deemed too dangerous to do this (which should then warrant an asylum claim, no?)... and the result of this is often abject poverty as the 'non-refugee' is not entitled to work or able to access social support. Of course these are the extremes... others face linguistic barriers, somewhat cramped housing, are frequently moved from city to city and lack legal support depending on the supposed strength of their case.

Given these types of challenges, the work of service-providing organizations like Bradford Action for Refugees, BEACON, STAR, and McKenzie Friends play essential roles in filling gaps and addressing issues. And making Bradford a city of sanctuary - a community that makes an effort to welcome and support asylum seekers and refugees with businesses that sign on and a council behind the movement - also helps. Bradford is now one of 15 throughout the UK to make this commitment. Though still gaining in depth, I think it's an important place to start. And though my friend Jacques from the DRC may complain that he shares a bathroom and kitchen with three others, at least he knows he's safe, and has a friend to speak broken french or play cards with him every Monday night. Lots of room for gov to change their policies but Toto, we're not in Kairos anymore!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Settling amidst the clouds

Each person has a superbly unique experience of a new environment… for some change may be frightening; for others, exciting or (heaven forbid) blasé. It has been interesting to hear other newcomers share their reactions to the city of Bradford, course instructors and classes, food, weather etc. It reminds me again how much ‘what you see depends on where you stand’… and perhaps where one has stood as well.

For someone who has recently emerged from a loud, chaotic and polluted desert city Bradford appears a calm, clean, full of green contrast.


(the Yorkshire dales just beyond Bradford)

I have found people in this community to be incredibly helpful (particularly when toting a large suitcase up stairs or as I need directions), and many people have even ventured a friendly ‘hello’ on the streets. I am enamoured with the willow trees on campus, delighted by the recycling bins everywhere, and ecstatic about the basket of local organic veg and fruit I can cart home from the Treehouse café each week. It has been a gentle transition with all the support of Rotarians and new friends, and I feel that U. of Bradford and the African PACs program is a beautiful fit for me at this point in my life. In fact, so far I am feeling this to be a period of incredible convergence for me… academically, culturally (with the neighbourhood’s blend of ‘east’ and ‘west’), professionally and personally – knowing where my heart is and where I want to channel my passions in the short and long term.

Being Canadian one of the things I have been most struck by is the weather. (What else do we talk about so incessantly?!) It’s been years since I’ve seen such beautiful clouds… high slow-moving dreamwhip sculptures, low enveloping-ly thick ones that the church steeple seems about to pierce, enchanting mists that make dewy tapestries of spiderwebs, and clusters of light and soft-rounded clouds that glow gold and fuchsia at sunset. The rains have yet to set in, and indeed I am still awaiting a proper downpour, but I’m confident it will come soon enough.



It’s nice to be in a place where I can hear myself think again, where I can blend into the background in many ways (not the least of which being on the streets – what a blessed change from dear Cairo), and where I am surrounded by so many conscientious and critical thinkers. I just attended the Africa conflict monitoring group meeting where MA and PhD students as well as faculty members share the latest news from the continent. Each person has their own academic geographic or thematic area, and today we were learning about Kenya, Rwanda, Sudan, Somalia, Angola, Zimbabwe and South Africa. Those sharing had either studied those areas extensively, or had lived in and/or were from that country. What made the session so useful was that those who spoke linked the ‘news’ with deeper historical/political/socio-economic context and explained as far as they were able the potential implications of these events. I have been deeply impressed with the caliber of students in the program – many I have spoken with have arrived after years of experience in a range of professions from accounting or security details with humanitarian organizations to work with the British military or in the realm of international law to teaching. It leads to very rich discussions and it’s exciting to have months to nurture some of these friendships!

I think who you are standing with also has a tremendous impact of what you see – both in terms of breadth as well as what you focus on. I think the diversity of our class and (dare I say) vision of our tutors and lecturers are a real strength of this program.


(some of the other Rotary Peace fellows from Palestine, Australia/Croatia, New Zealand, Zambia, and Canada)

Speaking of those who stand with you, I’ve been particularly inspired by one of my peers – a former journalist and single mom who has just moved around the world with her beautiful son and is nurturing his development at the same time as she is studying full-time. How different this transition looks and feels when one has to think about the wellbeing of another life and their adjustments as well as your own. I have been struck by her incredible courage and grace as she juggles her many roles and responsibilities. May she receive the support she needs in establishing rhythms with her wee one standing beside her.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

A New Perspective on the International Day of Peace

hello dear ones!! I hope this finds you well!

The updates on this blog have become increasingly sporadic over the past number of months as life continues in its frenetic beauty. I write today from yet another continent, after a month of travel, recuperation and reconnections with beloved people and places in Canada. I am now living in Bradford, a small industry city in the United Kingdom, where I am about to begin a graduate degree in African Peace and Conflict Studies.

I arrived on September 21st, which happens to be the International Day of Peace. (Imagine my delight at the coincidence!) I am very grateful to have a fellowship from the Rotary Foundation to pursue this dream, and am one of 10 scholars from around the world (Australia/Croatia, Zambia, Palestine, Japan, New Zealand, South Africa/Rwanda, the USA, and Canada) participating in the program at Bradford this year. While Bradford's MA peace programs normally run for 12 months, the Rotary program will be slightly longer. World Peace Fellows study for 9 months with many other peaceniks, and then head off to Applied Field Experience (AFE) placements around the globe for three months while the rest write their dissertations. Next September we'll come back to Bradford for another three months, participate in a conference in October, and defend dissertations before Christmas.

Already I have been profoundly touched by the generosity of Rotarians in both Canada and England! There is quite an extensive application process for the fellowship and I have been communicating with John Wahl at my local Rotary Club in Waterloo since January 2008. He and the club have been incredibly supportive... backing me up 100% as the application went to the district and then international levels, inviting me to attend and speak at a couple of meetings, and setting me up with a beautiful umbrella and provisions for the journey over. (Yes John, the umbrella made it here with me, and will be christened by the first downpour - any day now!) Through support from Fred Sweeny at the district level I have also had the honour of meeting Rotarians in Fergus, Simcoe and Cambridge, and deeply respect their commitment to service initiatives in their communities and around the globe (eradicating polio, investing in education, mobilizing humanitarian support through shelterbox etc etc!).

I have also been 'buddied' with one of the Fellows from last year's Bradford crew, Youla, (who also happens to be Canadian), who has been wonderful in answering all my questions and helping in the transition! And then of course each fellow has a host counselor who is an amazing resource during preparations and the transition over with their advice and support, in all kinds of unexpected ways. I have been blessed with two... one for preparations and one for the transition. The wonderful Wally Hirst was so generous with his time, answering logistical questions, connecting me with others, viewing potential flats and welcoming me into his world. Then, when I arrived Monday I was picked up from the airport (at 4:45am!!) by my new host counselor, Marcela Livingston. She's a sprightly Argentinian artist with a big heart... and we talked the whole way to Bradford (over an hour from the Manchester airport). From the beginning she has been nothing but welcoming, giving me a place to crash as I needed, feeding me, giving me loads of hugs and offering to help navigate the myriad things required to settled into a new life (registering for uni, getting a bank account, getting accommodations sorted, and even providing me with bedding). I know we're going to get along really well!!

I am now happily settled in a sort of residence, with my own private room with washroom, and a shared kitchen. It is a humble and cozy space that will suit me perfectly over the next 8 months. There are about 25 rooms in the building, with mostly students, and a strong contingent of Rotary Peace fellows. I am living across the hall from a lovely Palestinian woman named Rajaa (who will help me keep working on Arabic!), a friendly Somali man named Mahamoud, and a fun-loving Zambian woman named Mabel. Dear Yuko from Japan is just down the hall. Yuko and Mahamoud are a year ahead and writing their dissertations right now, which means they will leave in December, but it will be nice to have them so close as we settle in.

I have been told that up to 90% of Bradford is Muslim, and while that may be a bit of an exaggeration, (it's more like 25%) I can certainly believe it holds in this neighbourhood. It seems all the other flats on the street have Indian and Pakistani families living in them, and on Monday they were all out celebrating the Eid. The girls were all dressed up in bright shiny dress and pant suits with long scarves draped down their backs. But that didn't stop them from playing outside... they were full of laughter in their world of games. There are also lots of places selling halal foods, Indian clothes, and restaurants with shwarma. There are two large mosques close by, and I hope I'll hear their calls to prayer soon... I miss them so much!! Everywhere you go you hear people saying inshallah and hamdalillah and that makes me happy... feeling I am halfway back to Cairo. I think that the cultural diversity here is so beautiful, but I know that I'm still in the honeymoon phase of my relationship with Bradford. I have been told many times that there is a lot of inter-community conflict here, and it does seem quite segregated, which is quite saddening. The tensions seem ironic given that U of Bradford has a reputation for the best Peace and Conflict Studies department in the country. Shouldn't we start with addressing conflicts in our own community?! Well, I'm a newbie... who knows what all is underway as I write!

It's going to be a busy settling-in time with all our commitments to Rotary. This weekend the new fellows will go away to a gathering with all the new Rotary Ambassadorial Scholars and stay with host families at night. In October there will be a district conference somewhere in Southern England I think, and then a Rotary Peace Conference at Bradford for us to host, before other commitments like speaking at Marcela's rotary club follow in November. But each of these events will provide opportunities to connect with others committed to working for peace in the world, and it will be interesting to learn more about the communities and aspects of British culture through each adventure.


You may be wondering why I have decided to keep this blog up and running after I am no longer in Egypt. There is a very simple answer to this... I intend to return to Egypt as part of my studies in the UK. I am planning to go back for the Christmas holiday to reconnect with dear friends then, and inshallah finalize the details of my Applied Field Experience. I would like to work with either the UNHCR - if possible - or AMERA again, and at the same time conduct field research for a dissertation on livelihood opportunities for refugees who are single mothers in Cairo. Of course things could still change... I have yet to consult with academic advisors and colleagues in Egypt. However this is something I am very passionate about after working with so many single mothers at AMERA, and I see it connecting into broader urban refugee and livelihood challenges around the globe. Inshallah Inshallah... for now a bend in the river, beyond which we cannot see.


As I am exploring the neighbourhood I am beginning to make a home in, the most exciting place I have stumbled across is a building by the university called Desmond Tutu House. It is the home of a laid back worship venue called soulspace, and the meeting place for student groups like STAR... Student Action for Refugees! I also found an organization called Bradford Action for Refugees online, and am hoping to begin volunteering part-time with one of their projects in the weeks to come... a decision that was affirmed in a conversation with the Anglican Reverend at Tutu House who explained their need. Desmond Tutu House also hosts all kinds of peace-related events and on Monday a few of us got to attend their first event of the school year, a documentary screening about the inspiration behind and actions generated from the international day of peace. It's exciting to be around so many people who share values, who are keen to make the world a better place, and who you can have rich discussions with. The film screening and new connections with people and places here reminded me that peace is not just the big actions, but the day-to-day commitments that we make. And there is a niche for everyone. Or in the words of Franklin Roosevelt (which I re-encountered reading Barak Obama's speech to the United Nations today):

"The structure of world peace cannot be the work of one man, or one party, or one nation. It cannot be a peace of large nations - or of small nations. It must be a peace which rests on the cooperative effort of the whole world."

Watching the film Gandhi with my family before I left I was again struck by the realization that one person can never do anything on their own... not even Gandhi!!! Each has a whole network of support that enable them to dismantle unjust systems or remold communities. As I deepen in my understanding of what Rotarians are doing on individual and collective levels around the world, I see how they are working away at one piece of that collective, cooperative puzzle. I am incredibly grateful to them for laying the groundwork that enables these humble steps forwards... towards supporting peace and development in Africa. I welcome you to join this journey, and look forward to hearing more about yours!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

AMERA adieu

August has slipped through my fingers like a handful of sand. Already work at AMERA has ended in Cairo and I find myself thousands of kilometres from dearly loved colleagues and friends. A few people have been searching for updates on this once again languishing site, so let me start with the emotional goodbye I wrote to the staff and community facilitators (interpreters of language and culture, accompanists for vulnerable clients and staff for home visits).



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Dear friends,

It is with deep sadness but intense gratitude that I write today to say “Salam until we meet again.” Over the past seven months it has been a great privilege to work with each of you. I have learned much from and with you… and, taban, the beautiful souls that come through our doors each day with their challenges, children and resilience. This is truly the most fulfilling work I have ever done.


I have come to think of AMERA as a lighthouse, and each of us inside as the listenful love, faith and hope that help to illumine paths in the fog of this very broken system and lighten the heaviness of many refugees lives in Egypt. Even if we cannot always ‘do’ things for others, I believe that simply sharing their journey and truly hearing them can be incredibly humanizing. At the same time I think there is often much progress as a result of our dedication, creativity, and advocacy and I trust that this will remain (even as staff come and go) and deepen as we continue to develop a vision for our role in Egypt.


Albert Camus’ (slightly adapted) words are, I think, a beautiful echo of our calling at AMERA:


We must stitch up what has been torn apart, render justice imaginable in the world which is so obviously unjust, make happiness meaningful for [those whose lives have been] poisoned by the misery of [conflict and persecution]. Naturally, it is a superhuman task. But tasks are called superhuman when [people] take a long time to complete them, that is all.


Even for superhumans such as yourselves it is easy to become burned out from this work day after day. I think the key for me has been to seek perspective and hope (though I am certainly not successful all the time!). When I say this I am not implying blind hope… as one quote I love says:


Hope is a state of mind, not of the world… Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good.


I wish you strength, peace and determination as you continue in this good work (amidst the frustrations of this system). Inshallah we will meet again in Egypt or elsewhere in the coming months and years. (I’m hoping to return for three months next summer, if not before).


Godspeed and love,

Rachel

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

more about may days - an Ani perspective

"We are made to bleed
and scab and heal and bleed again
and turn every scar into a joke."

(from buildings and bridges).


Tuesday, June 9, 2009

May days: scabs and sores, hospitals and healing

Her body an itchy scab
wrapped in nine years of pain and dejection,
a dream of getting out
barely flickering in glassy eyes.
What do you do when she left her country for the ‘wrong’ reasons
Are non-refugees non-beings in this sick system?

His legs mark the extremes of war
one shriveled from an old bullet,
the other fresh, throbbing, gaping,
twice its normal size.
Yet his spirit, eyes, smile – sparkling.
Sustained by hope of healing
when he gets out.

A birth, a death
a lightness, a tiredness
one life beats in the hospital after heart-opening
another hangs in the balance as he shuts out the conspiratorial world
on the streets.

Just another month in Cairo.