Monday, December 1, 2008

Special Jewelry Story?


Hi Everyone!

Get your special jewelry featured on JIC's new website...

We are currently collecting personal jewelry stories to showcase at the new JIC.org - the new consumer site for Jewelry Information Center. We've found that for many people, no other item like a piece of jewelry holds as much emotional significance, and therefore, we are building a collection of these stories and memories at JIC.org

While the site will not launch until January, (see the current trade site here...) we are gathering a small number of stories now that will be featured at the site launch. And we want your story!

Your story could reflect any occasion or personal milestone: a proposal, a wedding day gift, a piece of jewelry given to celebrate a birth, a treasured piece of jewelry found on a vacation or travel, an heirloom piece passed down with family significance, a self-purchase to mark a promotion, etc.

Please send us your story with an image or video - could be from the event, a close-up of the jewelry, or you wearing the jewelry now.

We will also need to create an account for you to enter your story at JIC.org.
With your story, we'll need your full name, city/state/zip and email address. You will be given a generic password which you can change once the site goes live.

By submitting your jewelry story, you will also have the chance to win an awesome piece of new jewelry!

Please feel free to forward this request to any friends or relatives that would also have a story to share.

Thanks!

Lauren

Friday, November 14, 2008

Santa Barbara Tea Fire

Last night, at approximately 5:45 pm, a wind-driven fire broke out in the foothills of Montecito and Santa Barbara. (See these photos by Ray Ford, Gallery 1, Gallery 2).

As of now, the fire has burned over 100 homes, 14 of which belong to Westmont faculty. 2,000-2,500 acres have been destroyed, almost 5,500 homes have been evacuated, 500+ firefighters, about 10 smoke inhalation injuries, and 3 burn injuries.

A friend of mine who is a Westmont employee has assured me that there are no more active fires on Westmont and no injuries, but 8 structures have been lost--four buildings in the Clark Halls (F, G, M, S), the physics building, the old math building, and the two quonset huts. The last three buildings were scheduled for demolition soon for the "Master Plan" (construction "make-over" for Westmont).

I am currently sitting in my empty office with my gimpy dog, having a hard time figuring out how to voice the sentiment appropriate for this situation. My heart is breaking for people who have lost their homes. I cannot even begin to imagine that kind of trauma. My house is in the evacuation warning zone so last night we decided we'd rather sleep somewhere else than stay and worry about being in danger. While I packed up a few things necessary for one night, I also started gathering others....just in case. In the back of my mind I kept telling myself that my house wasn't in danger and all of my stress over these material posessions was silly. While the fire doesn't seem like it will threaten my close neighborhood, it's really interesting to see what you value in a time like this--I grabbed the valuables (computer, camera, and jewelry), some necessary paper work (bills, investment info, various account info), and then looked around my room waiting for my important belongings to jump out and beg me to take them along. I grabbed a few sentimental pieces of clothing, some books, and my art portfolios. I understand that my house wasn't/isn't in that much of a risk (pinkies crossed!), but it's strangely reassuring to feel like there wasn't much I could live without. Who knows, if we had a mandatory evacuation or my neighbors' houses were on flames, I may have tried to stuff my whole wardrobe into my little car. Regardless, my housemates and I are safe and so far, no one I know has been injured. Ultimately, that's what matters--not the stuff we have, but the people we have and I am so thankful that no one has been too badly hurt.


I have never been this close to a natural disaster and last night I got a good taste (that low-quality picture on the left was taken with my phone while standing on the porch).

I can hardly focus today knowing that friends of mine--professors of mine--have lost their homes, that my beloved alma mater, Westmont, has been so deeply affected--places still fresh in my mind, burned to the ground.



My prayers go out to all those involved.

The following are some links to information on the fire:

Wall Street Journal Article

KEYT Santa Barbara News - updates

LA Times Article - Mentions my boss, Bobby, who lives in Montecito

Monday, November 3, 2008

Justin's Graduation Weekend

This weekend, my older brother, Justin, graduated from the California Highway Patrol Academy. I got up at 7am on Saturday (the day after Halloween, and since I live in Santa Barbara--one of California's major Halloween destinations--you can imagine how wonderful I was feeling) and made the 6 hour drive up north.

I spent the afternoon at my older siblings mom's house (they're 1/2 siblings...but to me it doesn't seem that much different than if we were 100%), eating great food, hanging out, and sharing Justin's special day. That night, Zack, Justin, Jeanell, and I all went to Shannon and Joe's and played Wii and watched The Big Lebowski.

It was a really great day of family.

On Sunday, Zack and I got up, packed our bags, had some Dad-cooked eggs n' bacon, and got back on the road. Almost as quickly as I came, I was headed right back down to Santa Barbara. The drive back, however, was much more pleasant. I was rested and I had two new passengers--Zack and Jackson. The 5.5 hour drive went smoothly and we arrived back in Santa Barbara at about 7:30. When we got to my house, however, we had to build a fence.... yes, build a fence. While our yard is enclosed, the gate closes in at the front of our driveway, making it a bit inconvenient for parking....Luckily, there were sections of an old fence in our back yard and that haphazard construction project ended up getting accomplished rather easily... especially considering Zack and I only make up about 75% of a person right now with our respective injuries.

All in all, I just want to voice how much I really enjoyed seeing my family this weekend. It's pretty cheesy, but I haven't been home in quite some time and I didn't realize I had gotten a little homesick. Thirty hours of home-family-time sandwiched between a half day's worth of driving and piggybacking off of a wild Santa Barbara Halloween, was actually quite refreshing. I feel rested and revitalized after seeing so many of my family members and want to thank everyone for a great weekend and let you all know I really enjoyed this whirlwind of a visit.

Hope to see you soon!

Monday, October 13, 2008

Regular Blogging

I am going to start blogging regularly.

For those of you who followed and enjoyed my blog during my trip to Cambodian and Thailand, I hope you will stay tuned and enjoy the more ordinary musings of my daily life.

Basically, I need a way to stay more consistently connected to people that I cannot see on a regular basis and frankly, sometimes it's nice to have the blog-outlet, an open forum where you can spew your thoughts into cyberspace--they may or may not be read by anyone, but regardless, the experience is cathartic. I guess you could say I'm getting a little homesick and this is a way of reaching out and getting more connected--throwing my average day-to-day activities and 22-year old thoughts out there hoping to strike chords and land somewhere meaningful.

So I'm hoping that you'll follow along, comment/email me, and just enjoy being more in tune with what's going on with me down here in Santa Barbara.

Lauren

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Photos!

Hi everyone! 

I have started uploading my photos to facebook. If you have an account, get on there and check them out! If not, it's easy to sign up - free, quick, and great for networking and keeping in touch with friends. You might be able to see my pictures without having an account, but I'm not sure. Just search my name and you should find my profile! 

:)

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Probably My Last Post

Alright everyone, we leave Bangkok for the US this Sunday at about 4:30 pm. We'll arrive in LA at about 8 pm... 4 hour flight!!! Nah, I wish, but this time we'll only have 2 flights as opposed to the 4 it took to get over here.

Yesterday we had quite a full touring day. We went on a canal tour (and got pretty ripped off), saw Wat Pho and the reclining Buddha, took about 500 cab rides for about $2 each (cheap cheap and gives us an air conditioned break from the heat -- which, is not even as bad as it was in Cambodia), had smoothies and lunch at the Oriental Hotel (marvelous!!! We thought about switching to that hotel, but figured we'd stay with our cheaper option), and had some dinner.

Today, we're going to get Thai massages, maybe lay by the pool, go to a Muay Thai boxing match, and then go clubbing. Should be a pretty fun evening. This leg of the trip has basically been pretty chill; we're going at our own schedule, not trying to fit too much in, but still seeing some of the major sights. It's been a really great trip, but at the same time, I am excited to come home. Thank you to everyone who has been keeping up with my travels, emailing me, praying for me, and offering support! See you and talk to you all soon!

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Bangkok

On the 2nd and 3rd, we said goodbye to the group we had been with for the past 10 days and at 7:30 am, we left Cambodia for Bangkok. Having gone to Heart of Darkness until 3am the night before, we were not in prime traveling condition...

(Heart of Darkness is a Khmer nightclub with a seedy history. It is a hotspot for wealthy Khmer men, prostitutes, and foreigners. That combination--in the past--has often led to fights and shootings, usually between locals and foreigners. Good thing we all got patted down before entering...Actually, we initially went just to check it out--it's a pretty historical/well-known spot and we didn't want to leave without at least seeing it. We planned to simply drive by, but when we got there, it didn't look too bad and we decided to peek inside. Don't worry- it wasn't just a few girls going into this sketchy place alone. Morgan and I went with two of the American guys from Lynn University in Florida that we met earlier that day. They are traveling with a group of 20 as a part of a psychology and Buddhism course with some of their professor, and are also doing some social justice and aid work. As another side note to this side note, I haven't felt in danger at any time while being in Cambodia. Maybe it's the friendly people, maybe it's the fact that I have an American passport, or maybe it's that I'm about a foot taller than any Cambodian man out there--and probably outweigh most of them... Basically, I wasn't too worried, but it was nice to have some guys with us just in case. The guys actually got hit on more than we did... by guys. I guess Heart of Darkness has a reputation for having a lot of gay visitors... it was pretty funny. So to sum it up, they played good hip hop, we danced a lot, there was adequate air conditioning, numberous security guards, lots of foreigners, a few dirty white men schmoozing with tiny Khmer women, it was pretty clean, and it resembled a place we might go to at home, minus the commercial sex aspect. THE END... back to talking about Bangkok.)

Luckily the flight was under 2 hours. We got to our hotel took a nap and then set out to get a snack and explore a bit. Bangkok is very different from anything we saw in Cambodia. It's much more developed than any place we visited in Cambodia, which, at this point in the trip, is very refreshing. So, needing a day of recovery and leisure, we headed to a huge mall with the hope of seeing Sex and the City, the movie. The mall was huge! It was wonderful! There were floors and floors of great shopping (Mango, Zara, Guess, designers and designers and designers)--I only bought one small summer dress, don't worry--and a whole floor of neat food. We ate a bit of sushi and Thai soup, had some Thai iced tea, and wandered around in the airconditioned shopping superstore for about 4 hours until our movie started.

The movie was good... it's interesting to see how the writers would follow up such a long series. That's all I want to say so I don't give anything away. A few funny things about our Thai movie theater experience... There were 30 minutes of previews/commercials, the "long live the king song" played before the film (apparently they play it before all movies and everyone has to stand--it was interesting), Thai people think everything is funny and laughed a lot, and the sex scenes were censored (while Sex and the City is a bit graphic, it was pretty silly that any scene with sex in it was strategically blurred out). Another really interesting thing to see was the local fashion. People here (and especially those in the mall) have more money and dress pretty trendy (aside from the uniforms that anyone going to any kind of schooling has to wear). There was also a "premier party" sort of thing at the mall for the movie, so many people came very very dressed up. Needless to say, I felt pretty dirty-chic in my stained travel v-neck, worn jeans, dirty hair, and shiny face... hot.

Anyway, that's a bit about Bangkok so far. We're planning to see the Royal Palace, Royal Theater, take a trip through the canals on a river tour, and see a Muay Thai boxing fight. Since we don't have computers in our hotel, I might go do another update, but it won't be as often as it was while in Cambodia.

S-21

Lush grass and large plants decorate the grounds of what was once a predominant Cambodian high school. Taking a peek into the classrooms tells a different story. About 10 small classrooms are furnished with an iron bed, small iron bucket for excrement, and a large photograph of the murdered body that was found chained to that very bed back when the compound was liberated in 1979. Many stains decorate the small rooms and staircases, stains that appear to be from water damage or dirt... These stains, splatters, and large rusty brown patches are actually blood stains. As we look at the picture of the deceased victims and realize how many people were murdered there, the numerous blood stains and speckles greusomely make sense.

The other larger rooms display hundreds and hundreds of pictures of the victims who were killed. It is wrenching to see these images. The people look terrified, angry, unsure, and hopeless. There are women holding infants, toddlers, young chilren, men, the elderly, and even foreigners. It's too much to handle; every so often I must hide behind a display in order to regain composure.

S-21, or Tuol Sleng, was a prison the Khmer Rouge set up to detain individuals that opposed Angak, or Pol Pot. It served as one of the KR's most secretive offices and was used primarily for interrogating and executing anti-KR individuals (S-21 stands for Security Office 21).

S-21 was originally a high school. All of its classrooms were converted into prison cells, the windows were enclosed by iron bars and barbed wire, the larger rooms were divided into many .8m x 2m cells, and the 8m x 6m rooms were divided into mass prison cells.

In order to maintain security in such a large facility, the KR employed a large staff of 4 units to run the 4 branches of S-21. The number of workers totally 1,720 and within each unit, there were several sub-units composed of children from 10-15 years old. These children were selected and trained by the KR to work as guards and while many started out normal, they grew increasingly evil and cruel.

From 1975 to 1978, the prison is extimated to have held a total of 10,499 people, not including the number of children killed by the KR regime at S-21, which was estimated at 2,000. This reports also shows that in 1977 and 1978, the prison held anywhere from 1,200 to 1,500 prisoners at any time. The duration of imprisonment ranged from 2 to 4 months, though some important political figures were held between 6 and 7 months.

The museum also displays the torture tools used by the KR guards and soldiers, skulls of victims which exhibit unbelievable head injuries and damage, and numerous paintings by Van Nath, a well known Cambodian painter and former S-21 prisoner.

After visiting the museum, we took a trip to the killing fields where bus loads of people were taken to be executioned. We walked along narrow paths, around us, large holes--mass grave sites. In the center of the area is a large and beautiful monument that houses thousands of the skulls found buried nearby.

This day was hard. We still cannot even fathom the capacity for evil, how educated people (high ranking government during the time of the KR were basically the only people alive who had any education) could embody such creulty, that such horrors could be committed by so many people. The terrifying thing is that evil has potential in each of us. No one is susceptible to evil tendencies. Not to say that we would do this, but do we really know how we would act until that situation is presented? Many of the people that became soldiers for the Khmer Rouge did not support them politically, but were responding to the basic human need: survival. By going along with the Khmer Rouge, in whatever way they asked, people gained just a bit more time alive. This is NOT to say that what people did was at all justified, but just that it's not a certain type of person that does something like this. People aren't born evil, but we all have the capacity.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Dinner.

Tonight... at dinner... I ate tarantula.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Cambodia Women's Crisis Center

Later in the afternoon (after we had cleaned the nasties off of our bodies) we visited CWCC. One of the directors, Vathany, gave us very helpful information (she was born in Cambodia but lived in Washington D.C. her whole life. She moved to Cambodia 4 months ago). While much of what she told us was new, a lot was information I have already posted... and I'm just getting a bit tired tonight to write a lot more.

Basically, I want to share about our time visiting with the women and their children. It was wonderful. The girls were so friendly (they took a little time to warm up to us) and playful. I am also still so amazed at how willing they are to share their stories (one girl told us about how she was raped by her step brother when she was 8. She is 12 now.) Other little girls (4 and 5 year old sisters) told me (in Khmer, with Chaunty translating) that their father was an alcoholic and beat them and their mother. Aside from these horrors, the people their seemed hopeful, healthy, and happy.

One thing I want to point out about CWCC is that they have set up a men's anger management program for the husbands of the wives in the shelter (those who are willing to attend). They have had great success with it. One man told them that he never knew that beating his wife and kids was wrong; it's what he saw all around him growing up. Now he knows that it is wrong and that he can talk with his family in a way that is not yelling and not angry. They are able to discuss feelings, plan for the future, and just communicate. It's these basic things that are so normal for us (like knowing what's right and wrong) that come as such a surprise when we see how different someone else's reality might be.

Trash

Today we visited an NGO called Aziza's Place which serves the children who live in the sqatter communities which have formed at the trash dump. The organization provides housing, food, medical care, education, and activities for these children 5 days a week; they go home to their families during the weekend. These people live in the dump, literally ontop of piles and piles of trash because, in some way, they make money there. People collect recyclables that can be redeemed and find any other crap that can be turned into some kind of source of income.

It was truly apalling. These people are living in garbage, piles of trash. All of our steps felt as if they were done on gymnastic mats because the trash that made up the ground below was so spongy. The odor at the dump/village reminded me of a pig stable, but with many more added aromas. Allison (one of the directors at Aziza's) told us that people have found corpses and open/used syringes there because the hospital uses that site to dump as well. It was quite a new experience. We left feeling the dirtiest we have ever felt. I cannot even begin to imagine living in a situation like that. The small make-shift huts we saw were swarming with flies, all the food we saw was similarly speckled black with insects, there were animals shuffling through the swampy trash, and chilren were playing all around--most without shoes, many without clothes. I have a pretty strong stomach, yet I had to fight my gag reflex quite a few times.

Here's an interesting experience that occurred right in the beginning of our trash village walk... We had to jump across a gooey trash/sludge pile in order to continue on our path (on the sides was just more sludge/trash). So, Michelle steps up to take a leap. She takes a step back in order to gain momentum and we hear a loud pop. I looked down and realized that what made the pop was a dead rat. A rat that she stepped on, causing the intestines to explode out of its body. Luckily only two people got rat goo on them and no one was too upset. I laughed.... yes, not the nicest thing (I apologized while laughing of course), but that's the second animal that we've experienced pop (back in Siem Reap we were chasing a frog in the road, and ended up chasing him into oncoming traffic. Of course he stopped right in the path of a moto and was splatted).

Anyway, it's really great that Aziza is reaching out to these children so that they can have better futures with education, hygiene, and nutrition. (I tried to post some pictures, but I think they were too big for the connection... and yes, I do have the one of the rat...)

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Hagar

Today was intense. Heartbreaking. Beautiful. Difficult. Precious. We visited Hagar International, the NGO I mentioned in one of my last few posts. This is truly an amazing organization. Hagar began in the mid-90's by a Swiss man named Pierre Tami. It began as a shelter, but soon realized that they needed to address they reasons why women were in circumstances where they needed shelters in the first place: domestic violence. Since then, it has become a bustling shelter, an education center, and a place for employment opportunities. Before I get too much further into the organization, let me just explain the organization's name.


Hagar was the servant/slave of Abraham and Sarah. Sarah was barren and so Abraham slept with Hagar in order to give his wife a child. Sarah got extremely jealous when Hagar became pregnant (with a son that would be named Ishmael) and so she turned her out on her own. The word "hagar" means escape. It applies to foreigners (Hagar was an Egyptian slave for Israelites), slaves/servants, single mothers, the homeless, those who have met God, those who have tried to abandon their children out of destitution, and those whose cries have been heard by God. According to the organization, they accept any women who meet this criteria. Many Cambodian women have this very story.


Emelita Goddard gave an excellent presentation during the first part of the day. She explained that many of the current society's parents were children during the Pol Pot regime, and as such, have not had good parenting role models. Another huge factor in domestic violence is drinking, gambling, and too much time with too little to occupy it. In fact, 20% of women miss daily work because of domestic violence. Another heartbreaking reason that so much domestic violence occurs is the tradition of "Chbap Srey," basically the code of women's conduct which says...


-- You don't talk about your home-life, even if their is abuse going on - that is a family matter.
-- There must be no intervention by outside parties even in terrible situations.

-- The wife must e subservient to the husband, no matter what.



Because of this, domestic violence is commonplace and almost accepted. Emelita (Melit) also said that rape is becoming a bigger problem -- in schools, in the countryside. Not just rape, but increasingly violent rape, gang rape, and the rape of young children. There is a saying (relating back to issues of purity/stigmatization and gender inequality) that says "men are gold, women are cloth," meaning if you drop gold on the ground and it gets dirty, you can wipe it off and it will be the same; if you drop cloth on the ground, it is stained and different forever. Following that same mentality, once women are raped, their value is lowered and the sex trade becomes an even more viable option. (To clarify quickly... Trafficking always involves a third party; the girl/family is tricked by the middleman into joining the trade or following them with the promise of money, only to be sold to a brothel and kept as a prisoner. Commercial sex refers to prostitution, which is often done by choice. Immorality is present in both cases, as are the cultural beliefs and many of the reasons for their existence.)


More and more, people are reporting rape, but often, only the rape of children is reported because rape inside of a relationship is culturally allowed. Also, many women fear reporting rape because of the intense shame attached; especially when they will go through a long long process, spend a lot of money, and most likely lose the case. When the rapist has more money than the victim (which is usually the case) officials are easily paid off and the case is dropped. How terrifying to not be able to trust the legitimacy of law enforcement and the judicial system?


Cambodia is a source, destination, and transit country for trafficking, with people coming from all over the world to participate in the sex trade and women and children being taken from all over Southeast Asia. Melit told us how so much of the sex trade is fueled by destitution. People are so poor, that selling one's children to a brothel often seems like a good idea. I cannot even imagine (strange, I just noticed -- as I sit at the bar/cafe next door to my hotel -- that "Imagine" by John Lennon is being played somewhere nearby) the level of destitution that drives a mother to send her daughter with a stranger for a little bit of cash.


Melit also told us the story of a cook who was making about $100 dollars/month, a pretty good wage for a Cambodian with little education. She left cooking, however, because she could make $400 per virgin girl sold to a brothel.


Amidst all the horror, Melit told us that things are looking better. More and more girls are going to school, the cbap srey is constantly being challenged, and the social sciences are becoming more common school subjects.


A few facts about Hagar and the people it helps...
-- 1994-2007 Hagar has helped 1,103 young girls and mothers and 2,069 children.
-- Over 50% are 15-25 and it's getting younger
-- 55% have had no formal education - most cannot even read
-- now, many of these women have dreams of their own and are planning hopeful and realistic futures.


Hagar's 5-year plan
--Rescue
--Recovery
--Rehabilitation
--Reintegration
--Resilience


Hagar Businesses - Employment Opportunities and Funds
--Hagar Soya - a beverage company
--Hagar Catering - we ate at the restaurant today for lunch and it was great!
--Hagar On Time - clothing/accessory company (go to the site and buy stuff - it's really cute!)


In case I haven't mentioned it, Hagar is a Christian organization (hopefully you got that from the name...:) ). The staff is almost entirely Christian, they teach Christian beliefs, have worship bands and songs, and attend church every Sunday (staff and residents). A big part of the girls' recovery comes from learning about who they are in God's eyes, that they were created specifically by God, in His image, and that they are not just a new version of themselves in a different life (Buddhists believe in reincarnation; most of Cambodia is Buddhist).


Hagar also has what is called Career Pathways, a program designed to prepare the members for employment and future self-sufficiency. They learn communication, confidence, work ethic, budgeting, skills, and have become well-equipped for work around Cambodia.


And now... our time with the girls.


We went to the children's shelter later in the afternoon where a group of about 25 girls performed an expressive Cambodian dance for us, a dance that they helped to create. The dance told the story of a lotus plant. Lotus plants grow in dirty water, but develop tall strong stalks to rise above the muck and produce beautiful flowers. In the dance, the beautiful lotus gets eaten by flies and snails until it falls apart and dies. Later, fish swim up and put the pieces back together and, once again, the lotus is an amazing and strong plant. The girls told us that this is their story. They are lotus plants, who, through Hagar, have once again become strong and beautiful, been lifted above the dirt.


The dance was beautiful. The girls were beautiful. Sue (another one of Hagar's employees), however, told us some ugly facts about the girls. They were aged 8-15. About half of them had been trafficked for sex, the other half were victims of rape, by family, neighbors, strangers. Three of them are mothers. Three were raped so brutally that they will never be able to have children. One girl came to the shelter after having been anally raped so badly that she needed a colostomy bag; she came to the shelter with just the tube sticking out of her body, no bag attached. None of these girls looks over the age of 13. The 12-year olds look 9, the 8-year old 5. None should have endured what they have. Their childhoods have been brutally taken from them.


After the dance, we went to Cambodia's equivalent of McDonald's or Burger King to get ice cream cones. The women told us it was a real treat for the girls. On the bus ride over (some of our group rode in the back of the Hagar truck with the girls, while the rest of us rode in our mini-bus with the rest of the girls), we made small talk, laughed, and smiled a lot--once you use the few phrases that you know they will understand, "What's your name," "How old are you," "You are pretty," you have to get much more creative to surpass the language barrier. The girls riding on the truck told us that they sang with the Hagar girls. The Hagar girls would sing one worship song in Cambodian and the Westmont girls would have to sing 3 back in response. As it turns out, many of them knew the same worship songs and would sing along together--some in Khmer and the rest in English. How beautiful to hear! I'm sure I would have been crying had I been in the truck with them. It's amazing to see how God works through people and can bring such different cultures together through worship.


At the burger place, we ate our ice creams, took lots of pictures, and made silly faces. The majority of the time was spent giggling, taking pictures and smiling. Jacqueline had a bit of a different experience. Chaunty, a local Cambodian who actually got his bachelor's degree from Chapman College, translated some of the girls' stories for Jacqueline. They told her how they were raped by their fathers, cousins, neighbors, and stepfathers. It was really amazing to hear how comfortable these tiny girls were with telling strangers about what brought them to Hagar.

No one should experience what these precious girls have. They have had their childhoods stolen from them. At the same time, they are hopeful, smiling, and friendly. It's truly amazing to see what Hagar has been able to do with and for them.

Well, this has been quite a long post and I really hope all of you have stayed interested and lasted until the end. This is really an issue that needs attention, way more than it's getting. This is not just an Asian issue either. The slave trade exists because there is a demand. The demand--though largely local--comes from around the world. Wealthy, successful foreigners take a big part in this terrible practice. As I already said, one dollar goes a long way. Many of the people traveling here for sex can easily drop a couple hundred to rape children. And they do it.

I'm going to end with something Sue told us today...

"Feed what angers you. Feed it until you have that Popeye moment, the moment where you stand up and say that you have had enough and that you will not take anymore. Feed it until you are angry enough to do something about it."

I'm sure you have been angered by the things I have told you. Terrible things that exist far too much in our supposedly modern world. Get angry. Get involved.

Pace e Amore.

L

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

A Few Things About Cambodia

This post will be a bit lighter than my previous two... just wanted to share a bit of the basics about Cambodia and some of the interesting experiences we've had....

--Everything costs $1 -- a bag of assorted fruit, a pack of postcards, a guidebook, a beer -- you can buy anything from a street vendor for $1 and a buck even goes a long way in most restaurants and shops.

--We ate bugs - while driving the 6 hours from Siem Reap to Phnom Penh, we stopped in the country for lunch. As we drove, we noticed large plastic sheets set up on wooden stands. That's for catching bugs. The bugs fly, hit the plastic, and then drop to drown at the water below. And yes, we all ate crickets. Big ones. It was very crunchy and basically tasted like BBQ spices. They also had big spiders to eat, but we decided against it.

--Boys up until age 8 don't wear clothes. Basically, we see a lot of nude boys around here. Babies, toddlers, elementary school boys... all over. In the city, with their bare bottoms on the dirty streets, in the country playing in the water, or being held by their mothers. A lot of the time they have shirts on, but there are a lot totally in the buff too. With the tremendous heat, I don't blame them.

--We are always sweating. It is so humid here that we can't really escape being in a constant slime of our own perspiration. It's gross and uncomfortable, but luckily we have an air-conditioned hotel and car, lots of free water, and have just gotten used to being shiny and smelly.

--The people are very friendly. It's been really amazing to see how welcoming the Cambodian people are. Part of this comes from not seeing many Americans, especially a group of 8 of them. We are greeted with smiles, stares, and waves. People have taken our picture without asking on many occasions, but mostly they just look at us in awe. It's refreshing to see so many disadvantaged people being so cheerful and accommodating.

--If you're a woman, you're name is "Lady"(with a unique Cambodian pronunciation like Leh-Deee). Street vendors, children, tuk-tuk drivers, and all others have a very similar way of addressing us that has become quite comical - I guess you have to hear it.

--There are no driving rules. It's pretty crazy actually. There are lanes, but no one uses them. There are sides of the street that you would assume to be a certain direction, but no one follows it. There is a round-about that is literally 50 different vehicles going in completely different directions. While this all may sound pretty dangerous, the people here are great drivers. Calm as well. They simply toot their horn to let the person on their right know they're passing and leisurely pass by. I am surprised we haven't seen any instances of road rage - we did see our first accident tonight though, between two motorbikes.

Ok - that's good for tonight. I encourage everyone to check out Allie's blog as well to hear her perspective on the trip - she has also posted some pictures of our travels.

Tomorrow we will visit Hagar and we are all so excited!!! (I think we might go "brothel-hunting" tomorrow night as well -- heading into the red light district to do some investigating... don't worry, no raids and nothing risky, we just want to see more of what we are learning about and here to study).

Nighty night!!

Day 2 in Phnom Penh

So, we had our second day in Phnom Penh today and this morning we visited CSARO (Community Sanitation and Recycling Organization) that works with local Khmer people on waste management projects. They have 5 main programs which consist of community organization and infrasctructure, mobile outreach education, solid waste management program, waste picker development program, and environmental awareness and hygeine. It's really a good thing to see because one of the major things we have noticed here is the amount of trash adorning the streets. In Siem Reap (and here) we noticed piles and piles of trash in the small rivers/creeks around the city -- Lily explained that in the past, they used to have bags made from bamboo and could thus dump them anywhere. The overall low education level of the majority of the population also accounts for this lack of waste management. It's really apalling to see how much trash is all around; not just trash, but how much sanitation seems to not be much of a priority. Walking through the open air market yesterday we were surprised by all the new/strange odors, the flies speckling the raw and sunkissed meats, the fish strewn about the ground, the bustle of people touching everything, and the trash filled streets. It's great that the people are realizing that this is a problem and taking steps to educate.

We also visited a Christian NGO called Chab Dai that works to fight human trafficking. They are part of a coalition of 40 organizations working on this problem. They use a few different storyboards to educate the rural people about issues of sexual exploitation and trafficking. Because many of these rural people have no education, showing these lessons in the form of simple picture books is crucial. Their director told us that if they just spoke to them, it would do nothing. It's very interesting to see these situations played out in what resembles a children's book. One of the stories tells about a young native boy who is bought by a white tourist, taken to a hotel, and raped by the older man. The director told us that many Cambodians have a very hard time understanding this story because they do not believe that things like male-male sexual exploitation occurs. Sadly, it's becoming a bigger problem in Cambodia.

In addition to education, the organization passes out educational literature, help-hotline cards, and has a 24-hour national hotline for abused children, which receives up to 100 calls a month. A few other sad truths he told us were concerning women and stigmatization. Many men believe that if they have sex with virgins they will be cured of any kind of diseases (from less serious STDs to HIV), which greatly drives up the demand for younger and younger girls. Another part of the cruel cycle is that once a girl loses her virginity--even through rape--she is considered impure and usually turned away by her family, making staying in the trade even more likely. Once in the trade, women often don't want to be rescued because, in working there--no matter how atrocious--they are earning money to help their families (many are conned into the work because the brothel owners tell them they will send money back to their families). From a very early age, children are expected to help in raising money to support the family. To stop working would disgrace their family even more. Breaking the familial bond is very serious and even trafficked victims fear breaking the bonds if they leave their slavery. They are also told that if they break the bond, they will be cut off from the family forever and experience many rebirths of pain and suffering.

A new trafficking victim we learned about was trafficked beggars. Slave traders take Cambodian children to be "contract beggars" in Vietnam. Some even mutilate or amputate limbs so that the children will have better chances of securing money through begging. It's truly unbelievable to hear about all the terrible things that go on--and human trafficking is hardly a Cambodian issue, but happens all over the world.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Cambodia

Well, as many of you know, I am currently in Cambodia on an educational immersion trip with the organization Not For Sale, a non-profit that works to fight human trafficking around the world. The purpose of our trip is to experience the culture and context in which trafficking occurs so that we have a better understanding of the problem and can thus implement better solutions. Southeast Asia is one of the major regions for traffiking -- Cambodia and Thailand are particular hotspots.

We began our trip in Siem Reap, one of Cambodia's main cities and home to Angkor Wat temple, one of the 7 wonders of the world (I'll put up pictures later--of everything, not just the temple). While in Siem Reap, we did a lot of tourism and really began to get acquainted with the Cambodian culture. We stayed in the Lotus Lodge, a new and very lovely little hotel. Our guide, Lily, (she is the lodge manager) is a native Cambodian and has been such a blessing to have with us. She has taken us to many exciting places, shown us true Khmer food, and we'd truly be lost without her.

As far as our service work so far, we have visited a few anti-trafficking NGO's and spoken with the respective leaders, visited numerous orphanages, a school for blind and deaf children, and a children's hospital. Aside from our NGO visits, we haven't necessarily come into direct contact with trafficking. One night when we went out for drinks and a little dancing, we definitely saw many questionable situations. We are skeptical of just about every interracial couple we see, expecially when it is a caucasian with an Asian native. At the same time, if it is a situation of prostitution, it is not necessarily trafficking, where someone is being kept against their will and forced to be a sex slave (or other kind of slave). While in the bar dancing, there was a group of older white men--who had obviously been drinking a lot--surrounded by about 7 Cambodian women. The men were having a jolly good time, dancing around, grabbing at the girls, and making them kiss them. The women were also being pretty aggressive; after all, it is their livelihood, and if they do not earn well, they will most likely be beaten by their slaveholders (if it is in fact a trafficking situation).

Aside from those few instances, we haven't gotten in the midst of the trafficking. So much of what we need to battle trafficking here must come out of a deep understanding of Khmer culture, as many of the problems are maintained through deep-seated cultural stigmas and beliefs. There is extreme poverty, government corruption, intense gender inequality, and the general difficulties of rebuilding a nation after years of war.

A bit of context...

Pol Pot's regime wiped out 2 million Cambodian people--the educated was targeted, while children were used as spies, soldiers, and sex slaves. Because so many of the older generation were killed, more than 50% of the current Cambodian people are under 18 years old. The Khmer Rouge really did an excelled job crippling the nation--murdering professors, teachers, doctors, and anyone else with any education. It would be hard enough to recover from years of war, but a regime that only left children, the poor, and the uneducated? The horrors of the Khmer Rouge aren't even really taught in school and it's still not ok to talk openly about the horrors of the Khmer Rouge, because, as our guides have told us, you don't even know if your neighbor was former Khmer Rouge.

Now we are on our first day in Phnom Penh, the capitol of Cambodia and a bigger city than Siem Reap. Tomorrow we are going to visit a recycling center, where at-risk children and orphans earn money and play a valuable role in society. On Thursday, we are going to Hagar, an organization founded by Pierre Tami, that helps rescue and rehabilitate victims of the slave trade. A major problem with much of the trafficking efforts is that once victims are rescued they are often sent back into the world with no means of stability or way to make a living. Organizations are more and more learning that to really help these women, they must have jobs for them or skills training so that they can once again become valuable members of society. Hagar (along with Night Light Designs, which we will visit in about a week in Thailand) is one of these organizations. I am very excited about our trip to Hagar and can't wait to let everyone know how it goes!

Once again, I'm taking lots of photos (so far about 400 total and it's only day 4!!!) and I will post them on Facebook as soon as I get back to the states.

Friday, April 11, 2008

What the H-E-double-hockey-sticks is that!?!

Now to recount the bug incident of last night... Becca, Sara, and I were sitting on the couches, when Sara lets out a scream as she sees this gnarly bug crawl across the carpet... 
So what the H is it? That my friends, is a house centipede. Pretty sick, huh. Having seen and interacted with these babies a few times (notice the picture of me in action), I stayed pretty calm. I didn't even want to get up off the couch to kill it, I was fine just letting it crawl under the couch.

But if you know anything about my roommates' previous experiences with bugs, you'll know that sitting there isn't an option (Part 1 and Part 2).  People start hyperventilating and reaching record decibel levels. So, Becca took action. She moved the couch out of the way and handed Sara a shoe. But Sara could not complete the execution. I stepped in, squashed the beast, and she cleaned up the guts. All in all, it was a successful extermination. 

So, I'm blogging....

I've never really considered creating my own blog and forming routine blogging habits, but here I am. Why now? One of my art professors and advisors suggested (among many many other important marketing tools) that we create blogs to build a network, show our art, and--well--just write. This blog won't be entirely art stuff (but there will be lots of it), but that's what got me thinking seriously about creating one. It also conveniently happened that I found two of my roommates checking out people's blogs when I got home tonight. 

So, here I am...Laying on the couch at 12:35, watching reruns of Law & Order: SVU, and entering a mediocre post. Oh yeah, and facebooking... 

I was going to post some ridiculous story about the bug incident that occurred this evening... but I can't find some very important reference videos. It'll just have to wait until the next time. Til then, think about this juicy detail for a minute... 

"...when fully grown, is one to two inches long and has an average of 15 pairs of very long, delicate legs and a rigid body, which enables it to run with surprising speed up walls and along ceilings and floors...their alarming appearance, frightening speed, and painful bite..." 

...to be continued...