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Tuesday
Dec242013

Refugee Transitions' "Between Meals" Cookbook featured on KQED

Between Meals is a collection of immigrant women's stories and recipes (coming out in February). This is a project I'm working on in conjunction with Bay Area agency Refugee Transitions and Dani Fisher--as well as a dozen inspiring cooks. Listen to the story on KQED or on PRI's The World.

Tuesday
Jul162013

Unaccompanied Minors & Comprehensive Immigration Reform

VQR post about what the (unlikely) passage of the Border Security, Economic Opportunity, and Immigration Modernization Act would mean for this vulnerable population of immigrant children.

Monday
Jul082013

"First the Fence, Then the System" published in VQR

My most recent article about the influx of unaccompanied immigrant minors--children who cross the border alone--in Texas' Rio Grande Valley is out in the Virginia Quarterly Review. The article was featured at Byliner and as a Longreads Top 5 of the week

Tiptoeing through the scrub brush of South Texas, everything sounds like a threat: wind rustling the palm fronds, a lizard skittering through the understory, a hawk’s heavy flapping, one’s own arm against a pantleg.

At the bottom edge of the Santa Ana National Wildlife Refuge slinks that fabled river, the Rio Grande, not two car lengths across. It is both astounding and totally unsurprising that Mexico, on the opposite bank, looks just the same as Texas, just a mirror image of nothing special. The park is a restored desert wetland, home to birds and armadillos and the endangered ocelot, with the occasional crossing of both Border Patrol trucks and those they are hunting. Thanks to uproar from the park staff and local environmentalist groups that had worked to restore and preserve this nearly lost habitat, the infamous border wall—​a twelve-​foot-​high metal fence—​stops at the Santa Ana’s perimeter and starts up again on the other side. Next to the river, a sign reads: this corridor will allow animals to safely pass along and across the Rio Grande. Just east of the sign, you can see a narrow scramble path leading from the murky river up into Texas.

The gift shop at the Santa Ana Refuge sells T-​shirts and postcards of Texas wildlife. In the corner stand a few tanks showcasing what you might see out there—​snakes, mud eels, tortoises. I asked the cashier,who was at the window spying for jays, whether immigrants ever crossed through here. She raised her eyebrows, registering that I was clearly from out of town.

“Every day!” she said. “You can find stashes of water and clothes and all sorts of stuff back there,” she said, motioning to the park. “But you know, they aren’t after us. They aren’t trying to hurt us. They just want a better life. It’s mostly families and kids,” she said.

“Kids?”

“Oh, yeah. Just last week they caught twenty of them. There was one full family, but the rest of them were all kids.”

The history of the Rio Grande Valley is one of migration, of shifting borders, of walls and fences, hidings and crossings—​this used to be Mexico, after all, and before that indigenous land. Today the two most reliable imports here are people and drugs. In 2012, Border Patrol in the Valley apprehended more than 97,000 undocumented immigrants, up from 59,000 the previous year. Human smuggling and drug smuggling have become a cooperative business. The infamous Ciudad Juarez, across the border from El Paso on the western side of the state, has one of the highest murder rates in Mexico, often related to narco-​trafficking. Increasingly, the violence has spread east to the Mexican side of the Rio Grande Valley—​Reynosa, Matamoros, cities to be avoided if you can help it. And yet here and at nearly every other stopover point en route to the US, hundreds of children from all over Central America find themselves in a life-​threatening state of limbo far away from home, hunkering in safe houses or along the riverbank for a chance to slip across the border. Read More

 

Monday
Apr292013

A Shoutout on 'The Dish'

Andrew Sullivan shares my piece on climate migration on The Dish.

Monday
Apr222013

Environmental Exile

My new article about climate change and displacement is up at Guernica.

I ask Admassu what he thinks was the cause of this drastic weather change. He shrugs. “We must ask Jesus,” he says. I ask if he’d ever heard of climate change. This term perplexes even Teddy. “It’s the idea,” I say, “that because of pollution in the air, the weather is changing. It’s getting too hot.” As Teddy translates, Admassu shakes his head. “He says,” says Teddy, “That this maybe happens in other places, but not where he is coming from. His town is very beautiful, very clean air. So that cannot be the problem for these people. It must be something else.”

Though humans are confined to borders, climate change knows no boundaries. How could Admassu’s home, with its once-thriving fields and clean air, be responsible for its own demise? The answer, of course, is that it’s not. 

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Friday
Jan252013

This American Life Story

I helped report and produce the prologue on this week's episode of This American Life--a story about identical twin principals Ronnie & Reggie Richardson in Oakland, CA.

Fun!

Tuesday
Jan152013

Between Meals: Refugee Women Transition to their California Homes & Kitchens

I'm so excited to be working with Refugee Transitions, the great Bryant Terry, and one of my oldest friends, Dani Fisher, on a multimedia narrative cookbook project

 As refugee families resettle and adapt to their new homes, food is a primary mainstay connecting them to their history and cultural traditions. This project will use recipes, personal stories, and cultural artifacts to share the histories, struggles, and accomplishments of fifteen Bay Area refugee women, preserve cultural knowledge from their home countries, and highlight their expertise as caregivers and cooks. The resulting “story-based people’s cookbook” will be available in print and online, and will be accompanied by a wide range of public programming activities. 

A huge thank you to the California Council for the Humanities' Community Stories fund. 

Friday
Dec072012

Land of Enchantment

I recently learned that my story "Just a Cupful," set in New Mexico, was a finalist for Narrative Magazine's "30 Below" contest. It was inspired by the first trip I ever took to New Mexico in 2003, and written the last time I was there about a year and a half ago. There's something about that state that cracks me open to write. Just last week, I got to drive through that miraculous landscape again on a slight detour from Boston back to the Bay. Sure enough, I wrote another story in my mind as we traced our way through the backroads and the low, thick light of November. Here's to hoping my story finds a home, soon--though it didn't seem much to matter out on those limb-like stretches of tarmac and dust and dirt, where we collected wooden roses. 

 

Thursday
Nov292012

No Longer Praying for Rain

Here's a new story up at Earth Island Journal from my reporting trip to Kenya last year.

The way people tell it, life in the Kakuma refugee camp was once like living in fields of dust. It was hot, they tell me, and ruthlessly spare. No trees, little water, nothing to do but stay inside and wait. The camp, currently home to over 98,000 refugees from all over East Africa, was initially set up in 1992. It is situated in Kakuma town in the vast Turkana region of Northwestern Kenya.  “Kakuma,” rather appropriately, is the Swahili word for “nowhere.”

Until a few years ago, the dry season's dust storms would keep people inside for hours, and the heat restricted movement for a good part of the day. Kakuma's reputation precedes it. Refugees in Nairobi who've never even been to the camp say they wont ever go there. “Too hot!” they say. On the day I arrived, two concerned refugee acquaintances in Nairobi called to make sure I was managing all right in the heat. It can reach 44 degrees Celsius in Kakuma — that's 111 degrees Fahrenheit. Recently, though, this once-reliable weather from hell has begun to change.

I'd just arrived at Kakuma, having flown over the expansive flatness of the Turkana region and landed lazily on an airstrip of dust. Caroline Opile a public relations officer with the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNCHR) was giving a brief tour through the camp in the UN vehicle, air conditioner cranked high. We banged along the dirt roads, carved up from the recent rush of rain, through the surprisingly active town center which was replete with salons, Internet cafes, restaurants, and clothing shops. More

Friday
Sep282012

oral histories at Oakland International High School

Last Spring, I co-taught a three week class on community storytelling to 27 OIHS students. Thanks to Voice of Witness for posting excerpts from our students' oral history interviews on their website. Here is one of them: 

Narrator: Juddha R.
Conducted by Ganja R.

“In 1990, Nepali people protested against laws ruled by King Jigme Singye Wangchuck.  King didn’t like the protest, and he used police force to treat us badly.  They burned our houses, put many people in jail, beat people without reason.  After that, we were forced to leave Bhutan and move from there to save our lives and family.

In my life, I had one moment which I usually remember.  When my mom died, my youngest sister was only 8 months and she wanted milk and food.  I used to go work in the fields, so I used to take her with me and keep her beside [me in the] the field . . . I didn’t have enough milk for her to drink, so I used to give her sugar water instead of milk.  When she grew up, she used to ask me, “Where is our mom?” and I used to say, “She went to the market,” and she used to wait for her.  When I think about it I get tears in my eyes.”