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Flashes of Light!from Alice, Ireland, Feb 23rd 2010

I am a trans-woman aged late 30s. I believe in angels. I like writing articles about my experiences to bring awareness and to bring peace.

Being trans-gendered I was always swimming against the tide. Society in the town was against me & life wasn’t easy, but I kept going forward, trying to promote diversity. People told me that I was making a difference not just for me but for other people, & I felt that I was making a difference. Then things took a slide.


A neighbour had been intimidating me on & off for over two years. I got ill due to lack of sleep because late at night he would open & close a gate that was attached to my gable wall. He would slam his door 3-4 times in a row & then bang the gate loudly. I got a note from my doctor, handed it to the right department, & soon, on the same day, the gate was removed. Then I was ordered by the neighbour to put it back by
4:30 pm or else. No pressure!

The gate was put back, but the following night I received death threats & they attempted to coax me out of the flat whilst calling me names. I felt it was time to leave. I was sad but I wasn’t angry - just drained & almost relieved, because it had gone on for so long.

The gate was removed for good on the day I left my home - 2 years 2 late!! My friends and a lot of other people were sad & shocked, but I was away from that environment by then so I was seeing the positive.

I had to sell my motorcycle because I had no place for it, but I was able to buy 2 gold antique watches & 2 handbags. After I left my home & moved into temporary accommodation, I got a thank-you for helping to change the system. Women who have kids with buggies love the roomy special toilet stalls I fought for. That lifted my aspirations. I have done a philosophy course & also got enrolled in a women’s group doing art. I went to an angel workshop 6 weeks after I left my home and a piece I wrote appeared on the front page of a magazine. I am in the process of writing a book about being a Trans-woman!

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Harriet Tubman's Legacy Is Alive on the Eastern Shorefrom Mary Liepold, USA, Feb 18th 2010

The Eastern Shore of Maryland’s Chesapeake Bay is best known for seafood and family beach vacations. But it was also the birthplace of Harriet Tubman (1822 – 1913, pictured in an artist's rendering), the woman known as Moses. After more than a century as a figure more legendary than real, the historical Tubman is coming up from the Underground Railroad into the light of day. 

She was a tiny, wiry, unlettered field hand who fled slavery here in Dorchester County, Maryland, then returned time and again, braving vigilantes and hunting dogs to lead slaves from Dorchester and neighboring Caroline and Talbot Counties to freedom in the North. After shepherding a total of 13 groups between 1850 and 1860, she served the North as a nurse, scout, and spy during the Civil War. Between the end of the war and 1900, after settling in Auburn, New York, she campaigned vigorously for women’s right to vote and established a nursing home.
 

Last year, as new books and art projects continued to illuminate her long, remarkable career, legislation was introduced in Congress to designate thousands of acres on the Eastern Shore associated with Tubman’s life as a national historical park. A second park in New York would also honor her legacy. Not a single structure that was part of her early life is known to still exist, but the rural landscapes where she labored, first as a slave and then as a conductor on the Underground Railroad, evoke the days of slavery.
 

Tubman’s connection to the Eastern Shore draws visitors from Israel, Australia, Africa, Japan, China, Canada, and Europe, as well as across the U.S. The flood of American visitors, both black and white, includes extended families, church groups, private and parochial school students, and home schoolers. Amish have come from Pennslvania, and inner city youths from as far away as Buffalo and Detroit, determined to see and learn ever thing about Tubman’s life. 
 

Often, their guides and hosts are members of the Choptank Region History Network, a band of local people who have been gathering one Saturday morning a month for 10 years to compare notes on the region’s pre-Civil War African American history. This is no academic seminar, but a cross-section of ordinary black and white Americans—a daycare provider, a farmer and small businessman, a newspaper ad saleswoman, a former postmaster, and retired schoolteachers, among others. John Creighton, a white resident who has made this slice of history his life’s work, was inspired partly by his grandmother’s insistence that she had never heard of such a person as Harriet Tubman. Few, if any, residents of the Eastern Shore could say that today.
 

This account is based on a story by Peter Slavin that appeared in the Fredericksburg, VA,
Free Lance-Star on February 6, 2010. Peter brought it to our attention and fact-checked this short version.

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Frontline Atlanta: Thirteen Years of Peacebuilding from Andrea Kay Smith, USA, Feb 18th 2010

Having a Peace Center in a neighborhood formerly called “Little Vietnam” has been my greatest challenge, beginning in 1997 when I purchased my first house through FCS Urban Ministries. Thankfully I had a long history, since 1973, of being in Atlanta, which meant I had many resources to solve the looming problems of four crack houses, prostitution, gangs, fire bombings, homelessness, and crime.

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I want to bring about a summit between North Korea and the US Presidentfrom Han Myeong Sook, Korea, Feb 16th 2010

Korea is a uniquely divided country in the world. It is the last one to be still divided, so peace is the most important issue, especially for women and children.
The dialogue about unification is dominated by men, and there is no room for Track II initiatives. That’s why we held the North East Asian Women’s Peace Conference, our own Six Party Talks from a feminist perspective.
I believe that peace between South and North Korea is closely related to peace in the larger North East Asia region. We believe the women’s perspective on life and peace, a tolerance-centered perspective, is the essence of the whole North East Asian peace process.

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What a Kid Said, and Grandma's Answerfrom Naba Al Barak Hamid, Iraq, Feb 11th 2010

My friends, I hope you are enjoying your days.

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BECAUSE JOHN DOE IS NOT A HAITIAN NAMEfrom Lenelle Moise, Haiti/USA, Jan 30th 2010


a rotting smell
where the school once stood
a hungry shrill
where the guava tree grew
last night before the earth
ate port-au-prince
a bleeding orphan was
somebody's baby 

& that somebody
was pretty or plain
& that somebody
was saucy or shrinking
& that somebody
made love, made mistakes
& that somebody
ate mosquitoes, chewed cane 

& léogâne
served the lwa, praised the lord
& jacmel
danced well, clapped instead
& carrefour
had a temper, had a gift
& that somebody atop
a mass grave 

knew marie, dieudonne, tantee
knew yves-pierre, jean-jean, timarc
who will christen
those who named us
with intention?
a poet also
died
in the earthquake. 

© 2010 by Lenelle Moïse 
Reproduced with permission
 
http://www.lenellemoise.com  

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Reflections on My Beloved Haitifrom Judithe Registre, Haiti/USA, Jan 30th 2010

On hearing that an earthquake had destroyed Haiti, I felt indescribable pain. I’m connected to Haiti like a fetus to its mother. The earthquake shattered me into millions of pieces, and now I am trying to focus my energy on exploring ways I can contribute to reconstructing efforts. 

It’s no surprise that this disaster, like so many disasters, has become highly gendered and marked by the divisions of class and age that are intrinsic to Haitian society.  As I grieve, I worry most about the women and children in the newly established camps. I know all too well, after working in conflict and post-conflict countries for the past decade, that rape and other violence against women and children are often endemic in such camps. Not without reason, I fear that relief strategies are being developed with insufficient consideration of this danger. 
 

Most women in
Haiti have suffered some form of violence, and 40% have experienced domestic violence. Sexual abuse of girls is highly common; according to a recent study by leading Haitian women organization, Kay Femm, an astounding 61% of abused victims are younger than eighteen. During the political turmoil that preceded this disaster, rape and other forms of violence against women were already widespread and overlooked.
Camps can become breeding grounds for exploitation and abuse unless the Haitian government and the international community implement comprehensive strategies against it. Humanitarian efforts are currently providing food, water, shelter and medical care, but they must incorporate the protection of women and children.  

The women of Haiti are vulnerable, so the children of Haiti are vulnerable. No matter how poor people were before, they’re worse off now, on the streets or in camps with little control over their lives. Most have lost loved ones, and their grief will persist for years.
 In rebuilding, I recommend prioritizing the two groups with the most potential to create a stronger Haiti: youth and women. People younger than 35 (70% of Haiti’s population) should be trained to rebuild Haiti. Women, who are the foundation of Haiti and have borne the burden of Haiti’s struggle, need empowerment and protection. This also requires changing the mentality of men and boys and allocating resources to these goals. 

Turning the tide will require profound cultural and political shifts. Is leadership up to the task? I hope so, for there’s no choice. People everywhere are calling for greater accountability from governments. Now, Haitians will demand more from all who claim to help.
 


I wonder if this destruction is actually a long-awaited opportunity to reconstruct Haiti from scratch. Haitians will rebuild Haiti, with the support of the international community, which has been so gracious in its response. Perhaps this is the final price the country will pay before reclaiming its glory and ensuring the prosperous future of a brave and courageous people.  I believe it is.

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We Transform Leaders into Peace Resourcesfrom Dekha Ibrahim Abdi, Kenya, Jan 25th 2010

I am a Muslim and a Peace-builder. The two things are in harmony in me, like being a professional and being a mother. 

I grew up in Wajir, in a mixed neighborhood of Christians and Muslims. My role model was my mother's mother, Makka. She was a strict trainer of character. She taught me to be ladylike. "Don't talk and eat." "Don't drag your feet." And so much more! I used to cut hair and fingernails and save the money to buy her a scarf or slippers. In 15 minutes she had given it away. "But I gave it to you, Grandmother!" I would say. And she would reply, “I have given it to a young mother who needs it more than I do, and I have blessed you. May Muslims and Christians be your friends." She lived for societal good; she valued relationships. 
 

I didn't get it at the time. Ten years later, in 1999, I was working in Birmingham UK. It was a winter day when I ran out of milk for the children and my washing machine broke down. A Christian neighbor, Lenora Wilson, came to my door unexpected. "Do you have any washing? Would you like milk from the supermarket?"
 That was the blessing of my grandmother.

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Muslims Offer Prayers and Help for Haitifrom Ingrid Mattson, USA, Jan 21st 2010

Christian leader Pat Robertson reportedly said Haiti has been “cursed” by a “pact with the devil.” Fortunately, this is not the mainstream Christian position and my friend, the Reverend Paul Raushenbush, has rejected Robertson’s “blaming the victims” theology. Religious leaders must stand against extremist voices in their community, and I am glad to see Rev. Raushenbush respond to Robertson’s ridiculous and offensive suggestions.

As Muslims, we believe that human suffering is not always explainable or understandable. We know that innocent people suffer all the time, from sickness and natural disaster, and that in such cases, we are required to do two things: First, pray and remember, as the Qur’an says that “to God we belong and to Him we return.” Second, help those who are suffering. The Prophet Muhammad reported in a Sacred Hadith that if we want to be close to God, we should visit the sick and feed the needy.

The path to closeness with God is, after worship, service to humanity. Helping the Haitians in this time of need is certainly a sign of religious sincerity.

It is also important to realize, however, that this suffering is not just part of God’s inscrutable plan. As was the case of the devastation that followed Hurricane Katrina, human negligence and oppression made a challenging natural event into a disaster of hugely devastating proportions.
We cannot understand this disaster without asking the question, why is Haiti the poorest nation in the Western hemisphere?

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The Good News Story in Haitifrom Michaela Hackner, USA, Jan 21st 2010

The images and stories coming out of Haiti are disturbing, upsetting, and unbelievably heartbreaking. We've all been following closely, trying to lend a hand when needed, and keeping an eye out for the signs of hope among the rubble, literally.

There is at least one good news story emerging around the world about this devastating crisis: technology is changing the playing field.
Sure, technology isn't necessarily air-dropping supplies and ferrying in doctors, but it's raising millions of dollars, helping the right people connect where they're needed, and making all of us distinctly aware that something horrible is happening and needs our attention. It's also helping all of us who feel helpless, nestled in our homes in the developed world, contribute to the cause and see immediate impact.

Organizations are using social media to raise more money faster than ever before. Mapping systems are helping pinpoint areas that are hardest hit and mobilize aid. Programmers and web geeks are burning the midnight oil in large gatherings, hacking iPhone apps that translate Creole to English and help people share their coordinates with rescuers. Micro-volunteerism is allowing all of us to "tag" photos of people and help identify missing persons. Wikis, social networks, and Twitter feeds are letting stakeholders and actors talk virtually to coordinate their response.

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