Sunday, October 25, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
This is a story about a mistake.
Kachere is a condemned building. Kachere is near a crowded market, where at lunchtime, you can hear the call of prayer from a mosque that shadows this prison. Kachere is small. So small that most of its young inhabitants remain secrets. When you stand within Kachere, the sun pricks skin like mean sparks. The smell of smoke from the cooking cauldrons burns your eyes shut if you get too close. The smell stains you and you can’t get it off your clothes when you leave. Buckets are still being used for toilets in overcrowded and airless cells. The same buckets are used for washing their clothes. Boys piss on the ground, their urine trapped in fly-infested pools on broken cement ground. Sickness ranges from TB, scabies to HIV and Malaria. Cells are broken, causing further overcrowding. The remand population remains very high. Rates of illiteracy appear to be at roughly seventy five to eighty percent. Most of the boys are just sitting and waiting. They don’t have enough to eat. Kachere is a juvenile prison in Lilongwe, Malawi. PASI (Paralegal Advisory Service Institute), Malawi’s paralegal service, and our local partner, is tragically underfunded, making it almost impossible to serve the legal rights of the boys.
I am with Natasha M, a PASI paralegal who is always laughing. Initially, I didn’t understand it and it made me uncomfortable. Why is she always laughing in Kachere? She is doing intake of all the current murder remandees. Intake is overwhelming. Their stories ache. The officers of Kachere have brought two boys in at a time to be interviewed. A boy is telling his story, while another boy sits in a dark corner waiting for his turn. This boy has his eyes closed and his hands are clasped together like he is praying. This is an urgent prayer. His act makes my stomach turn, as I do not know to help him. I am becoming part of the problem in Kachere. When it is his turn to speak, he tells me a story: He was married when he was ten years old and worked on a farm. His infant daughter becomes sick. He thinks its Malaria. He tells his boss, who gives him two types of medication. He can’t read though and through his story, it appears as though he could not read the instructions on the medication. Soon after, his daughter dies. The boss’ of the farm are upset with this boy for not taking his daughter to hospital. The boy leaves the house and is surrounded by a group of boys who start stabbing him. He is then taken to a police station, arrested and then put in an adult prison for years, waiting for trial. He has finally been transferred to Kachere where he is still waiting for trial. He tells me that he has trouble using his hands and has lost feeling in them.
It’s hard to breathe in this interview room because of the heat. Mostly though, because I realize that I Live Here has made a mistake. Our Program in Kachere is superfluous. It does not serve the needs of the prison population. Our program is supposed to focus on creative writing and art, in addition to addressing emergency needs not being met. This approach, I realize comes from a place of privilege and freedom. I confused art as being a basic need. I thought if they could find their voice, the rest of these urgent needs would eventually be met.
The truth is like a car-cash. Sudden and violient.These boys can’t find their voices if they are sick; if they don’t have enough food; if their legal rights are not adhered to; if they can’t read and write. These basic needs must be met before one can even address the conversation of art and empowerment.
It is over the next few days, I take our initial proposal and burn it.
It’s an empty feeling, cut with shame. For the next few days, I simply sit in Kachere and watch life unfold, arrested with inaction. Slowly, like ink being dropped into water, the answers reveal themselves in this humanity that exists in Kachere. This humanity is in a broken cell that has been painted black. This cell is used as a classroom, where some of the remanded are teaching the other inmates to read and write. This humanity stops me in my tracks. It’s a beautiful act of faith and hope.
A papaya seed. This is where I find the solution.
A woman named Mada is a student of permaculture – The design of human and agricultural systems based on the sustainable relationships existing in nature. She tells me that Papaya can help kill worms that live in the stomach and Malawi is a perfect place to grow this fruit. Permaculture is a system, which uses the highest potential of the environment for the benefit of the people and other life that forms part of it. You simply need to observe and learn to assist nature to do what it naturally does best. Thereby you make best use of energy rather than attempting to force control over nature and wasting precious resources. You can compost your own waste (in fact the term ‘waste’ becomes obsolete – almost everything becomes a resource); you learn to save your best seeds from your last harvest. You need to use much less water, learn to eat more different foods that are in season and ultimately become independent of unsustainable inputs (like foreign aid). You create an environment, which can sustain itself and inhabitants over time - permanently. In order to make this work a change in thinking is needed, and this can be achieved through education.
Mada’s passion for the earth is infectious. The way she talks about gardens is almost like a system of friendship. One plant, helping the other thrive. You attempt to put plants next to one another, in order to help each other reach their full potential. Plants that don’t compete but compliment each other, filling different niches. Other plants, act as protectors of this system of friendship. Holding back pests, attracting the right predators. A community that becomes more than the sum of its parts. She makes gardens and farming sound like the ideal community of friendship that I aspire to have. Even though she speaks quietly, her words act as giant explosions.
All we need is within and with the land that surrounds us.
Permaculture begins to act as a metaphor. This idea becomes the foundation for how I Live Here will work in Kachere and beyond.
Rather than giving material aid, we will supply Kachere with the tools to sustain themselves in the long run. I would like Kachere to be an environment where the inmates can help one another grow. I would like Kachere to be clean. I ask that it is healthy. I would like full time school to be put in place. I would like to use toilets that compost waste. I would like the Kachere garden to become a classroom of permaculture, in turn providing the kids with nourishment. I would like to re-open each case of every child within Kachere. And then, when the kids leave Kachere, they have the tools that might just make them future leaders. I believe in these kids.
I begin again at a furious pace. Natasha and I visit various NGO’s, - We can’t work in isolation anymore. Local partnership is key so that we can learn from one another. I begin to refer to our NGO visits as our “ambush”. Like a glee club representative, I jump up and down; talk a lot with my hands. I giggle inappropriately when I sound like a high-school cafeteria sermon. I realize I am off-putting with my enthusiasm and am met with a lot of stony faces. I don’t want to take no for an answer when I’m told that this or that NGO is too busy to help, they don’t return calls, or our program is not in their mandate, etc. When the organizations we meet with brush us off, Natasha and I move to the next ones on our list. The best help, by surprise, comes from the Malawian Government, who is willing to do the most and shows the most passion for this project. Not WHO, Not MSF, not UNICEF.
We approach the Ministry of Environmental Health and ask for their help in cleaning the prison. We don’t know if it has ever been cleaned. The response is amazing. Within a day, two nurses are in the prison with an industrial sized bucket of chlorine, plastic aprons and masks. The prison is being scrubbed from top to bottom. The bedding is de-loused and washed. A barber comes to Kachere and cuts the hair of the children, in order to get rid of the lice. The children seem happier.
We need full-time school in this prison. One day, I ask the inmates, “Who wants to go to school? “All of the kids put their hands up. I am adamant that these kids have access to the best education possible. I am able to hire a teacher who has just graduated from Chancellor College, the Harvard of Malawi. The Ministry of Education is very co-operative. They give us books and syllabi that will allow the boys to follow the national education program. They can begin to study from standards 1-8. Surprisingly, the officers in the prison ask if they can take these classes. We will build a tent so that the kids can be shaded from the sun when they learn.
We make wooden compost toilets based on the Humanure system. One for each cell. There will be no more feces lying in open buckets in airless cells at night. This will cut down on the risk of cholera and other illnesses transmitted from contact of fecal matter. We install hand-washing stations in each cell, along with clean water taps.
Madda begins to source local seeds, so that the garden will grow with food that is environment appropriate. The enthusiasm among the officers is palpable. We will have a medicinal garden and teach the officers and the kids how to re-produce this system in their own home.
Finally, because our on the ground partner is PASI, Natasha will look after the legal rights of these children. Twice a week, PASI will teach legal rights education so that from now on, these kids will know their rights.
I realize this is an ambitious program. A lot will go wrong. The most important element is that I deeply believe in what we are doing and are here for the long run.
Eventually, I Live Here’s initial art and creative writing curriculum will be re-integrated back into the school curriculum. I still believe that art and prose can serve to make the world less lonely.
I Live Here has found its voice through what I have learned in Malawi. We found our voice through mistakes, which I am sure we will continue to make and hopefully learn from.
Thank you Natasha, for reminding me to laugh. I now understand that humor is the only way to get through days that can hurt your heart.
When we move to create our program in a brothel on the Thai-Burmese border, we will apply all that we learned at Kachere, working within the environment that we are in, rather than implementing a foreign agenda.
The I Live Here website will continue to chronicle our work on our website. In tandem, I Live Here will launch an interactive website, in which global users submit their own stories about home, intimacy, loss, love and loneliness. Stories from your brother, sister, neighbor that might have remained hidden from view, much like the past of Kachere.
Finally, we have created an Ambassador program, run by Erica Solomon our Educational Director. It will centre around the I Live Here book anthology and the work of our programs. This is a student-run, yearlong curriculum that provides high school and college students, around the world, with the tools to be agents for change. Our deep hope is to build an I Live Here community of like-minded activists. Finally, we will continue the I Live Here anthology of books.
I Live Here was able to go to Malawi because of the generous support of those that attended our first fundraiser. And we will continue to be mostly volunteer run, headed by the unstoppable Judy Battaglia.
I still believe that stories will change the world. And through this change, we will surely find ourselves less alone.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I’ve been on the road for the last few weeks, trying to sum up seven years of life-changing travel. To those of you who have come out to hear me speak, THANK YOU SO MUCH. I realized something: How lucky I am to get to share what I have seen. It’s a great exercise in humility and gratitude for the opportunities I’ve been given to work on this project. Each person that comes out to hear about the book is crucial. The event in Santa Cruz was wonderful and we actually sold out of the books! Then the same thing happened in Toronto, NYC, Portland and Seattle.
People are asking: “What can we do? Here is what I know: All that matters is what you are doing. If there is a change you want to see in the world, do it. Dare to do it and stick to it, no matter what obstacles come up.
Here is one thing – we need you. If you can buy I Live Here, please do so. If you believe in the work we’ve done, let your friends know about the book. Your support will make future projects possible – we are setting up a pilot creative writing program in a juvenile prison in Malawi (thanks to funding from the amazing Causecast.org) and making early plans for the second book in the ILH series. Any royalties will go to Amnesty International. None of us who worked on this book is taking a dime.
Please come out to the events that are coming up. Don’t be shy to come up to me and share your thoughts about the book.
1/11—Los Angeles, CA/ 6:00 p.m Chapman College Event
11/14—Boston/ 7:00 p.m Harvard Books event Masschusetts Ave., Cambridge
11/15—Boston/ Amnesty International Regional Conference
11/16—Miami/ 12:00 p.m Miami Book Fair appearance. Miami Dade College. 300 Northeast Second Avenue
11/17—Austin/ 7:00 p.m Book People event 603 N. Lamar Blvd
In the mean, I hope this finds you well. Thanks for checking in with us.
and Mike, Paul and James
Monday, October 27, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
I can truly say that I put everything I have into this project, and so did my touchingly brave coauthors Michael, Paul, and J.B. MacKinnon. Many other artists and writers, too, showed almost unbelievable generosity and patience to make this happen. Joe Sacco was the first person to say yes to this book and he never gave up on this project.
I Live Here is about how we are connected to one another. The direction in which the world is heading.
Working on the book has changed how I see the world. We were allowed into the secret worlds of child soldiers, underage sex workers, orphans left behind by AIDS. The experience stripped away the fat from my life. Sometimes it left me cynical and raw, at other times, humbled. Sometimes I was very sad, but the one constant has been the inspiration I’ve taken from the people that we met along the way.
Here’s the thing: Now that we’ve started this work, it feels like we have just begun. There is so much we want to do. We have created the I Live Here Foundation (check out the main page of the site for the link) in order to give something back to the places we visited in our travels. Our first goal is to set up creative writing programs to help people tell this stories. Causecast
We have our fingers crossed that you will want to help. In fact, we can’t move forward without you. So, if you’re into what we’ve done, buy the book and tell your friends. Explore the website and write to us with your thoughts.
Today, though, we just want to celebrate a crazy, difficult, amazingly rewarding seven years of effort. We made it through with pure love and passion.
We hope you enjoy our book.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
“Creatively compiled. . . . Beautifully constructed. . . . We can’t all make the remarkable journeys Kirshner has, but with this book, she serves as our unexpected ambassador.” —Modern Tonic
“An ambitious project. . . . The vibrant, collage-like approach to the subject matter gives the material immediacy.” —Publishers Weekly
“Powerful. . . . A touching, gorgeously produced, and thoughtfully edited compilation of stories from the world’s trouble spots. . . . Combines reportage, photography, fiction, and comics to create a group portrait of the lives of refugees and displaced people worldwide.” —New York Magazine
“Gut-wrenching—and hauntingly beautiful.” —Glamour
“A visually stunning presentation of the lives of women and children surviving under the worst circumstances in Burma, Mexico, Russia and Malawi. . . . Powerful.” —Kirkus
“A vibrant, passionate look at lives affected by poverty, violence, and political repression. . . . [A] brave attempt to break beyond standard documentary approaches.” —Planet