A visit to Cambodia’s Deaf Development Programme
If you were to walk in off the street into one of Deaf Development Programme’s (DDP) classrooms you wouldn’t be too surprised. You’d see enthusiastic teenagers learning to read, do math and work together. What you wouldn’t realize, is that deaf kids until 18 years ago were not included in the Cambodia’s education system and were seen as burdens with no role in their society. They were isolated and had almost no way to communicate with their own families let alone the outside world.
In 2001 Charlie Dittmeier ,a catholic priest from Louisville, Kentucky who had already been working with the deaf, arrived to help shape a program that was undergoing a major restructuring. He understood the huge need for an organization that could provide education, training and support to a large community that was shut out of a
meaningful role in society.
Thankfully, I heard about DDP and asked Charlie if I could document it’s work. I was invited to visit their programs in Phnom Penh and Kampot. The Kampot program is a regional center that provides educational, vocational and agricultural training. In addition, its outreach workers go out into rural areas to both locate potential candidates for its regional school as well as help deaf villagers who might have other needs.
These students are not just immersed in a learning environment but are surrounded, very likely for the first time, by friends and teachers that appreciated the totality of who they are. I can easily imagine what their lives might have been like without this program. I was able to travel to a few outlying rural areas where the kids or young adults were not able to participate in the regional “away from home” schooling and training. These deaf youth, who might have some support from their family are still left with only the most rudimentary gestures to communicate with.
DDP actively seeks out deaf kids and young adults, connecting them into a supportive network. Even in the case of Srey Mom (see photo), who lives alone with her toddler son and can’t participate in organized educational programs, DDP helps to make sure she and her son have access to whatever services the local government or other NGOs can provide.
Prior to DDP and another organization, Krousar Thmey, who focus on younger deaf children, there simply was no means for deaf Cambodians to communicate with their families and society. The deaf were not brought into the education system to learn either sign language or reading. Each day teachers and interpreters from both organizations gather at DDP’s offices in Phnom Penh to certify,adapt and literally create language. In many cases there are competing signs for the same word in which case a decision is made as to which is the best. If no sign exists they must create one. It was fascinating to watch and document this process.
For more details about the people in my photographs please see the captions. For more information about DDP, please visit their website at http://www.ddp-cambodia.org
Over a year ago the writer Mitch Moxley and I traveled to Yangon, Myanmar to work on a story about the country’s new policies regarding newspaper publishing. For the first time in decades Myanmar was allowing independent daily newspapers. This was another significant milestone in Myanmar’s reformation. I posted the pictures here. I waited for a couple of day for the paper we were following to start their daily print runs and in the meantime had a chance to see a few of Yangon’s local attractions. These are the photos seen above.
Even though its now many months since that first trip to Yangon I’m still in touch with the feelings I had of exploring those streets, temples and docks. Wandering around the docks, as passengers disembark from upstream and witnessing busy dockhands filling the riverside wharehouses was a window on a culture, just a bit slower and more basic than the one I was familiar with. The temples polished and adorned in gold were in stark contrast to the rest of the city where surfaces had been worn bare. The city has a rail line that travels in a loop around Yangon’s outskirts. The cars fill and empty with the farmers, livestock, girls selling watermelon, monks,blind minstrels and students all coming into central Yangon. Though you can feel a sense of hope in the political reforms and the infrastructure improvements the ancient and colonial past is still very much present and alive.
Xitang and Nanxun: Villages on the China’s Grand Canal.
I suppose I like old bridges and I certainly like small towns, so at some point I’m sure I must have expressed an interest in going to some of the small river towns that still exist on China’s Grand Canal. When my friend first suggested a weekend getaway to this area near Shanghai it occurred to me that it could be an invitation to “Chinese tourist hell”. That would be a place boasting of true historical significance but attracting so many tourists and souvenir shops that the whole site is overwhelmed. It’s basically useless. This was my fear but my friend was undeterred and determined to give it a try. To make matters worse it was going to rain all weekend. Umbrellas, small alleys filled with trinket shops, and tiny fairy bridges don’t go well together.
Ok, so Xitang was indeed a bit of Chinese tourist hell but it turns out that Nanxun, a neighboring town, is quite lovely and not developed as one giant souvenir stand. How lovely it was! Though Nanxun does have its share of tourism its not overwhelmed by it. There are still real people living their lives along the canals. What a relief!
There was quite a lot to do on this trip back to the States. A 30th reunion and my brother’s 60th birthday left just enough time for a quick trip to New York City. Mid spring weather brought great skies. The kind of clouds and strange light that makes photographers gawk and walk into man-holes. New York and I had a good rapport that weekend. Perhaps tourist shy from braving too many harsh and over populated Chinese tourist sites I questioned my decision to head over to the the World Trade Center Memorial. As a I approached the site I felt an strange sense of anticipation. Would the memorial be worthy? Would it be noble and meaningful? Perhaps it was the sky that day but it was a dramatic and deep place to visit. The main visual motif, a void, sucking in air and water into an unknown depth was visually and emotionally powerful.
Being one of those ex-pats without a fancy work visa I’m always looking for places to go for a quick cross border trip. When Ive inquired with my more well traveled friends about Taipei I’ve always received generally positive reports. They always talk effusively about the people and the food but when asked about further explorations its always gotten a bit vague. I was always waiting for one tidbit or lead that sparked my wanderlust but it never came. Everyone loved Taiwan but couldn’t quite tell me why. Indeed, I booked a ticket for Tokyo and left Taipei for another day. That day turned out to be the following morning when I realized that I couldn’t find a single hotel room in Tokyo for the coming weekend. I downloaded the Taiwan Lonely Planet and exchanged my tickets.
I found Taipei to have enough grit and history to satisfy my urban explorer side. Areas like Datong have small streets with colonial era architecture with buildings that range from restored to crumbling. The businesses on those lanes sell mostly traditional wares like Chinese medicine but include a cafes, farming tools, Chinese lanterns, vintage clothing, tape, wholesale paper cups and natural indigo dyed t shirts. Other areas like Yongkang Street offer a lively mix of restaurants and cafes. Yongkang fills up each night with students and families looking for some good noodles or inexpensive japanese food. The further one goes back, the more it changes into quiet alleys dotted with excellent cafes. Taipei is blessed with a cafe for every mood and the coffee tends to be quite good.
Taipei has an extensive subway system that make getting out to various outlying areas easy and cheap. Heading north out of town one can easily get to Beitou which is not only home to many public and private hot springs but also has some interesting hikes. I found myself drawn several times to the bathes not in the least because they were so easy to get to. The sulfurous waters seemed to heal my Beijing-cured winter skin. From Beitou is was easy to reach Yangmingshan National Park. The trail I took led me by many smoking fumeroles and geysers hissing sulfurous fumes up the mountain sides. Except for a few occasions I was left alone on the trail to think about the nascent forces underneath.
Somewhat further out on the same subway line is Tamsui, a port town that played an important role in Taiwan’s colonial history. Its become a bit of a tourist destination but still has its charms. The best thing I found there was an old Hakka Buddhist temple called Yinshan Temple. Its a lovely small temple where the patina of age hasn’t been replaced by shiny new paint or steam cleaned stone.
My timing for the trip was quite good ,as I was there during the Tomb sweeping holiday when families gather to clean the graves and pay respects to their ancestors. Fortuitously ,I had planned to visit Longshan Temple on the day just before the onset of the holiday. The temple was buzzing with incense and chanting but not yet entirely overwhelming. I seemed to be at the right place at the right time. Visitors consulted the I-ching by throwing halved crescent shaped wooden blocks and gave offerings.
Overall life in Taipei is well ordered and safe. The sidewalks are separated into bike lanes and pedestrian areas. The queue for the subway is strictly adhered to and there’s even a women’s safe zone along the loading platform. Nature too is protected. In the middle of the city there’s central park that has a bio-diverse pond full of birds turtles and squirrels. The one area where order seemed to breaking down was in the political arena. My first image of Taipei, getting off the airport bus was of hundreds of riot gear clad policemen loading onto buses. They had been coming from the national government area which was occupied by democracy protesters. The entire time I was in Taipei students were occupying a legislature building and surrounding area demanding a free and transparent discussion of China-Taiwan trade agreements. While some might’ve been wary of their tactics I think it would be fair to say that most Taiwanese were proud of this generation of students who weren’t so obsessed with their own issues as to forget about their country’s future. Another thing they were impressed with is how well they self-governed themselves. Occupy movements can become messy affairs but not in Taiwan. The protest movement provided everything from sanitation to back massages. Classes were still held, “sit-in” style on the streets.
I found Taiwan to be a place less focused on the pace of life or “getting ahead” and more focused on the quality of life. The students in the protest movement are in large part worried about how opening up to China will slowly erode their local businesses as well as ultimately threaten their independence.
If in China: Please use a vpn
A video project with Clarissa Sebag Montefiore and Ilkka Jarvilaturi. Finally coming back to video! This project was originally commissioned by the New York Times to go along with a story produced by Clarissa. Gulou is a historic neighborhood that still has many of the traditional homes and families that has for centuries characterized the social fabric of Beijing. Now due to development for the tourist industry much of the area is being knocked down and the residents moved out. Much is being lost and at this point its too early if the destruction will make way for something worthwhile and authentic.
This past March, writer, Mitch Moxley and I traveled to Yangon to report on the Myanmar’s changing press laws that are ostensibly permitting media organizations to publish uncensored dailies. The set deadline for the change was April 1st but what we saw and heard was that the details and implementation of these laws are much more complex. There are still legal hurdles to overcome. The publishing companies themselves are still constructing viable business models to support their operation. Fortunately, Myanmar is blessed with a devoted readership and many eagerly await the anticipated openness.
We talked with several of the leading contenders in the market about their plans and concerns. Our first stop was to the offices of Mizzima, a multi-media news organization that had previously been working as exiled journalists publishing from offices in Chiang Mai, Thailand and New Delhi, India. After twenty-three years in exile the main editors, including Thin Thin Aung have set up a newsroom and production studio in Yangon. Mizzama’s license to publish a daily has already been approved and as for the legal challenges the media face, she states, “The government is learning. If the journalists fight, they will listen.” Mizzima, along with the Irrawaddy and the Democratic Voice of Burma have all faced exile, prison and harassment for their work so this optimism for the future is a good sign that a healthy press will evolve.
Mitch Moxley’s report stated that “while the sense of optimism and opportunity is palpable among Myanmar’s media professionals, there is also some hesitation. The government remains dominated by the military and in March it submitted a draft media bill that contained many elements of the draconian 1962 Printing and Registration Act, which remains in place. Although the liberal policies enacted by the citizen-elected president Thein Sein since 2011 are unprecedented, no ones knows how the government will react to the challenges of a more open society, and it has already faced criticism for its handling of ethnic conflicts, corruption and land grabs. “
One publisher that is already well established in the weekly and magazine market, The Myanmar Times, has faced other kind of hurdles that seem to suggest that transparency and government media control are still serious obstacles. The publisher and driving force of the organization, Ross Dunkley, is facing serious charges legal charges that seem to be both political and personal. Without going into details, he alleges that a well connected government appointed co-owner (the real co owner was put in jail on trumped up charges) is trying to steal and thwart his efforts to become the most successful daily. The Times operation is quite evolved and professional so they do have a good chance of successfully transitioning to a daily operation.
As a developing democracy Myanmar is facing serious growing pains that threaten to undo the its recent progress. The freeing of the press from government control will certainly add to the growing faith inside and outside of Myanmar that its on the right track. Each morning Yangon’s streets are full of paper sellers and readers and they, no doubt, are eager to read about where their country is going.
Suzie Q in Seoul
At times this blog is good for a travel tip or two. A couple of weeks ago I was working on a great project in Beijing and Seoul for Audi’s Urban Future Initiative (http://mooove.com/audi-urban-future-initiative) which explores how leading designers, engineers, architects and thinkers envision the future of the city and technology. It was not only a fascinating subject but it also gave me an opportunity to visit Seoul, South Korea. Here’s where the travel tip comes in. I gave myself an extra day so that I could walk through a few neighborhoods and get a feel for that metropolis. This was also my chance to understand the deep societal underpinnings of “Gangnam Style” which for those of you who don’t already know it, is a viral music hit that’s permeated the globe.
The highlight of my exploration was initiated by a serendipitous late night query to two young students at a convenience store in Hongdae. The streets were full of neon signs advertising hundreds of bars but I couldn’t decide on one. One of the girls thought for a second and said,”Suzie Q”! It was close and while it might not have many people on a weekday,could still be fun. Just around the corner in a little alley I found Suzie Q, where Cho Kyu-nam has enshrined his huge (we’re talking by the thousands) record collection. His specialty is Rock and Blues.
The night I was there it was the bartender, a professor of Korean Shamanism and me, drinking Cass beer and Jack Daniels. Our DJ, Mr Kyu-nam searched for our requests (there’s a little cut out in front of the turntables for that) and most of the time found them. DJ Kyo-nam is kind of an original hipster who must have been collecting vinyl for decades. I can imagine that this now 65 yr.old, tall, glass wearing gentleman was once a lead guitar player in a Korean version of the Rolling Stones and has now taken on the mission of educating the art students of Hongik University of Design and Arts which backs up to his establishment. His quiet determination to supplicate the gods of Rock was kind of revelatory. He was a master of his domain.
Post post: To those who wonder why there aren’t more photos I will tell you that the DJ was a bit shy. After a few minutes of shooting the “I’ve had enough time in the spotlight” expression was directed at me and I went back to the “pews” and enjoyed the music.
These days I’m often making somewhat frequent trips to Southern China and spending lots of time in a place that I used to only visit for visa runs, namely Hong Kong. On those past journeys I always knew where the cheapest but certainly not the nicest place to stay was. I think anyone who is doing Hong Kong on a budget knows Chungking Mansions. Thankfully I’m not utilizing the services of those refrigerator-size hostel rooms anymore but on my last trip, my friend and writer Kit Gillet told me he was doing a story about the it. I’m always up for exploring a gritty place like Chungking Mansions a bit more. I volunteered to supply photos for a potential article. I focused mostly on the commercially oriented bottom floor.
A little background: Chungking Mansions is a 50 year old,17 story building complex located in Kowloon, Hong Kong. It houses a multitude of shops, guest houses, restaurants, repair shops, grocery stores, laundries,tailors, ngos, daycare, call centers, barber shops as well as many other types of goods and services that are less officially sanctioned like drugs and prostitution.
What makes Chungking Mansions interesting: Unless one is looking for a cheap stay or to buy a couple of hundred cell phones, the reason to come is to sit down at one of the tasty South Asian stalls and have a chat with the world. In my day and half walking the halls there I met people from all over India, Pakistan, Myanmar, China, Congo, Somalia, Nigeria, Israel, Kenya and of course Hong Kong. Over milk tea and tandoori chicken one can see what Gordon Mathews, author of Ghetto at the Center of the World, calls “low end globalization” in which thousands of traders ferry goods bought at Chungking Mansions back to their home countries where they sell them for a small profit. The intensity of this market is supported by a multitude of other trades and services. Other than the commercial activity its also become a center for Africans who are escaping repression. There is one small food stall where they primarily meet to talk about their appeals for asylum and how to survive in Hong Kong in the meantime.
This selection of photos is hopefully a beginning for what will become an article in the near future.
I had been to Chengdu before for a story about Chengdu’s culinary culture and now I was back with a day to roam. I had finished a project for Fortune which highlighted Chengdu’s role as a modern metropolis and a center for global commerce. Like Guangzhou,another provincial capital,Chengdu has two very different faces. The modern one, that kept my head spinning from side to side in order to note the crazy new designs that popped up on every block and then the traditional one that for me embodies the city’s true nature. These neighborhoods of labyrinthine alleys are home to shady ramshackle tea houses filled with pet song birds, their lovely cages and chatter. Sublime.