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International News Round Up: Mugabe’s Diamond Fever

Thursday, December 4th, 2008

If diamonds are forever, so is the pain they cause. Though this strain of diamond fever—with its corresponding blood diamonds—doesn’t call Sierra Leone and Guinea home, it does bear a strong resemblance to the one(s) found there a decade ago. This time, however, it’s hit Zimbabwe, as Mugabe’s sickening government looks to one of the country’s natural riches to spice things up economically.

But diamond fever’s not the only illness plaguing Zimbabwe’s borders. The country’s hoping to gather international aid in its fight against a cholera epidemic, which has been declared a national emergency. When will someone cut this oppressed, violent, inflation-stricken, refugee spawning, utterly ravaged country a break?

And on another side of Africa lies Rwanda, stirring up trouble for its neighbor, the Congo. The beleaguered former Belgian territory is preparing for an internal rebellion, and neighboring Rwanda, harboring a series of “strategic interests” is content to fuel the fire by sending over hundreds “if not,” as The New York Times put it, “thousands of troops to rebel front lines.”

A blood-spattered Mumbai has led many—powerful and otherwise—to ask whether Pakistan is doing what it can (or, worse, what it shouldn’t) to battle militancy. The most recent carnage has raised questions of how effective the country’s current government is when fighting that extremist-spawned violence.

More than a half a year since the disastrous Sichuan earthquake struck China, couples victim to a one-child policy are trying to rebuild. While still in mourning, many middle-aged couples are seeking government-funded medical help—such as reversing vasectomies—to start again by having another child now that so many of the country’s single children were lost during calamity.

Turning Passion Into Action: How to Help Your Favorite Cause

Tuesday, October 21st, 2008


Photograph by Aliyah Levin

Most of feel that we’d like to do some good in the world, but we don’t know how. With so many urgent problems and seemingly so little that any of us can do about them, how does one get involved in a cause?

It helps to have an obsession, a particular problem that, above all the rest, keeps you from sleeping at night. For me, it was the fact that, because they don’t have access to mosquito bed nets, 3,000 children die of malaria every day in sub-Saharan Africa. I agonized about this until I read that one bed net costs $5. Here was a number that told me I could do something about this problem. Having an impact didn’t seem out of reach.

When Senegalese superstar Youssou N’Dour, who is also the UN Goodwill Ambassador for AIDS, Tuberculosis and Malaria, implored the audience at a concert at UCLA to “do something,” I wanted to heed him, but wasn’t sure exactly how to go about it. The answer came to me a few short hours later when I attended an after-party with crackling Senegalese sabar drumming played by some of N’Dour’s performers and local Senegalese sabar players who are well known to the African music and dance scene in Los Angeles. As a serious student of the sabar myself, many of the performers were friends of mine, and so I had the idea of putting it all together and hosting a big party to raise money to buy nets.


Photograph by Aliyah Levin

The next morning, I went online and found two small organizations that work to distribute bed nets in Africa; NetLife Africa, started by two medical students who travel around rural Senegal on bicycles delivering nets free of charge; and Netting Nations, a group based in Manhattan Beach that had recently completed a net distribution project in Ghana. I called up Netting Nations, and told Ben Kingston and Ike Stranathan my idea over coffee at Peet’s in Santa Monica. They were ready to sink their teeth into a new fundraising initiative and  agreed to collaborate on Drums To Beat Malaria, a big African sabar party that would raise money for bed nets. It was a good partnership; I had access to the performers and a vision of what a sabar party looks like; they had an established non-profit with its tax-exempt status. We agreed to split the money evenly between NetLife Africa’s project in rural Senegal and Netting Nations’ project to deliver nets to an orphanage in Kenya.

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Philanthropy doesn’t require an army or a fortune

Tuesday, April 29th, 2008

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In recognition of World Malaria Day this past Friday, P+P has a related offering from contributing author Laurie Lathem.

St. Louis University medical students Andrew Sherman and Jesse Matthews refer to the summer of 2005 as their “last summer” because it fell between their first and second years of med school. Facing three more years of medical school and three grueling years of residencies after that, they might have been expected to take it a little easy as most of their colleagues were doing. Instead they formed a non-profit organization called NetLife Africa, and spent several weeks bicycling over dirt roads in rural Senegal distributing anti-malarial bed nets to villagers.

Malaria is the number one killer in Senegal, as well as in other parts of Africa, with children the most vulnerable. It is estimated that malaria kills one child under the age of five every 30 seconds in sub-Saharan Africa which amounts to 3,000 children every day. Picture four 747 jumbo jets loaded with children crashing every day, or a 9/11 every single day of every year. While there is treatment, many malaria sufferers have no access to medical care, particularly in rural areas. The prospect of a vaccine remains poor. Spraying DDT is unpopular and safe only under certain circumstances. As the parasite carrying mosquitoes are nocturnal, the best prevention is the simplest: long-lasting insecticide-treated bed nets (LLIN’s) that provide protection while children and their mothers are sleeping.

Concentrating on an area of Senegal called Kedougou that is largely without roads or health care facilities, Sherman and Matthews distributed 600 nets in 2005 and 1,110 more on a subsequent trip in 2007 (their next trip is planned for 2009). They have protected approximately 3,400 people from malaria carrying mosquitoes and have saved an estimated 85 lives (on average, two or three family members sleep under one net, and for every 20 nets delivered, one life is saved). Adamant that NetLife Africa remain a zero overhead organization and that every dollar raised go to the cost of bed nets, Sherman and Matthews pay for their travel with their student loans and raise money from their friends and families to pay for the nets. The cost of one LLIN is $5; the average donation to NetLife Africa is $20.

Asked where they got the crazy idea of going around Senegal on bikes loaded with bed nets, Sherman says, “When I was in the Peace Corps in Kedougou, I saw that the main problems were diarrheal diseases and malaria.” But water problems, as Matthews puts it, are “harder to get your arms around” than malaria. As a Peace Corps volunteer, Sherman recruited a troupe of non-performers from his village to perform a theatrical presentation on the cause and effect of malaria and take it around to neighboring villages. Everyone, Sherman said, had the same question. “How do we prevent this?” After educating the villagers on how to best prevent malaria, he had no way of helping them obtain the nets which at that time in 2002 were about $10 each, roughly double their current cost. Sherman “was stuck with one hand tied behind my back.” It was this feeling he says, and the fact that the price of LLIN’s was dropping, that made him want to go back to Senegal during his “last summer.” “I wanted to do something,” he says. “I didn’t want to go back as a tourist.” So he teamed up with fellow medical student Jesse Matthews and NetLife Africa was born.

Their method is simple and efficient. Sherman and Matthews (who incidentally look so much alike they could easily be mistaken for twins) fly to Dakar where they pick up the LLIN’s, rent a minibus and drive the sixteen hours to Kedougou where the nets are stored in rented rooms under lock and key. There they work with a local health official to identify which villages are at most risk, a determination made on the basis of access to health care, amount of stagnant water and high incidences of positive malaria testing in the past. In each village, they work with a community health agent to make up a list of recipients, prioritizing married women and children first. Sherman, who is fluent in Pulaar, the local language, and Matthews who is becoming proficient, greet the villagers, and give an educational talk on the nets and how they should be used.

Everyone wants a net. They are hard to come by. When a local police officer attempts to bribe Sherman and Matthews on the roads, for example, he wants a net, not money. As they hand out each LLIN, Sherman and Matthews write down each recipient’s ID card number in order to keep the distribution organized and to track their coverage for future visits. Even though Netlife Africa works with the larger organization Against Malaria to buy LLIN’s for the low price of five dollars each, this is still beyond the reach of most rural Senegalese. But the .20 cents that Sherman and Matthews charge is a minimal, symbolic amount that they say helps give a sense of ownership. NetLife Africa then donates the proceeds to a group called Senegad that works to educate adolescent girls in Senegal. Once the distribution is complete, there is singing and dancing, Sherman and Matthews are fed and, once they have slept, they pack up, get on their bikes and do it all over again. The process is physically punishing (Matthews lost 25 pounds in one month in 2007), but the reward keeps them going. The people receiving the LLIN’s are extremely thankful, and the impact is obvious and immediate. Matthews likens the trip to backpacking. “It’s satisfying because it’s hard,” he says.

While the response to NetLife Africa both in Senegal and here in the United States has been almost entirely positive, resistance has come from the most unlikely corners. Some Peace Corps volunteers in Senegal have been unwilling to work with Matthews and Sherman, subscribing as they do to a more free-market enterprise approach to humanitarian work. They believe that LLIN’s should not be given away for free ($0.20 is negligible) and that money is better spent paying for ads that encourage people to buy them. The opposing view is that the urgency of malaria is akin to that of a famine or a natural disaster, both instances in which other outreach organizations such as the World Health Organization routinely give handouts. “There is a fence within the Peace Corps,” explains Sherman, “and Peace Corps volunteers fall on either side of that fence.” Sherman explains his position this way: “These are people who are below the first rung on the ladder of poverty. They need a little help.” Health problems as persistent and devastating as malaria help keep poverty’s oppressive grip on the population he works with. “They need a boost in health to reach the first rung.” Nevertheless, Sherman says he was asked by a Peace Corps volunteer in Senegal not to distribute the LLIN’s in her village, an encounter that left him in tears.

However, recent developments in relations between NetLife Africa and the Peace Corps have changed for the better. The new Peace Corps country director in Senegal, Christopher Hedrick, has announced that volunteers in Senegal should also be “anti-malaria volunteers” and has agreed to work with NetLife Africa to distribute LLIN’s over a wider area and with a larger workforce. With these new promising collaborations underway they hope to distribute 4,000 nets in Senegal this summer and eventually to partner with other organizations in neighboring countries such as Guinea

Now that Sherman and Matthews are about to enter highly pressurized medical residencies, and with the Peace Corps wiling to take over the responsibilities of distribution, how much involvement can they realistically expect to have in the future of NetLife Africa? Says Matthews, “malaria is not going anywhere.” And with a new study showing that widespread distribution of LLIN’s and medical therapies in Zanzibar reduced mortality in children under five by half, they have every reason to continue what they started. They only considered residencies whose directors were receptive to their efforts in Senegal. Matthews will be specializing in infectious diseases and Sherman in pediatrics, all the better to serve the population in Kedougou with such things as staph infections and water borne illnesses. Mr. Sherman’s fiancée, Chrystal Jenkins, also a doctor, will travel with them in 2009 to work on programs that empower women. Having scoped out this remote 30 by 40 mile rectangle of the globe where each corn stalk growing between the huts holds enough water to breed mosquitoes, Sherman and Matthews plan on going back to Kedougou every two years. They will even buy a hut there to use as a home base for the price of $500. However grueling their methods seem, they say they have the process streamlined.

“The better we can do it, the more we can do it,” says Sherman. “Besides, we like to get on the bikes.”

Mediating catastrophe

Thursday, October 18th, 2007

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I recently went with another reporter to photograph the Mununga II camp containing 8,000 people displaced from the war. This place has a sort of biblical aesthetic. There are two active volcanoes and most of the ground around Goma is jagged volcanic rock. The people displaced from the war sleep, eat, cook, and the children play atop it, constantly lacerating the bottoms of their feet.

The situation as it is seems sufficiently horrible but in order to get a photograph the wire services will run, you have to find ribs and death. That’s the problem with Congo, people in the camps are malnourished but not starving. It’s difficult to get that James Natchtwey gaunt-face / flies-on-the-eye photograph. People are dying slowly, which is more amenable to time-lapse than snapshot. A malnourished child has a distended abdomen and a bloated face. Something clearly looks wrong but a photo won’t cry out death.

According to UN OCHA (the UN agency responsible for coordinating with other UN agencies about humanitarian crises) there are currently 650,000 people displaced from the war and living in these Eastern Congo camps. There was recently a cholera outbreak in this one and I’m supposed to be headed north where the problem is measles. Yet it’s very difficult to get the attention of major media outlets because this tragedy doesn’t fit the long-established visual cultural of mediated Africa.

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That’s one side of the PR dilemma. The other concerns the displaced. People here are extremely savvy when it comes to photography. I first noticed this when I was in Rwanda training a local in photography. Rwanda is an extremely hostile place to photograph because the population seems to think that every picture will end up on a UNICEF poster.

We were in the back alleys of Kigali’s Muslim quarter when my student asked for permission to take a photograph. Someone from the crowd that had formed behind us yelled, “Hey, they’re going to say you’re the poorest man in Africa.”

My student then took the photograph and we all had a laugh.

Flash to the camp in Congo.

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First we had to meet the president of the camp and his wife to pay our respects and get permission to photograph anything. Once we had permission, we went through the camp accompanied by a young woman who proceeded to guide me to the huts of the most aged and ailing people. She grabbed an old man with a massive goiter and placed him in front of his hut. Then she pushed aside the cloth door to reveal the squalid interior.

I took the photo and we moved on and she grabbed another man, crazed, with jagged teeth. Same thing as before, setting him up for me. On it went, us going through the camp, her calling forth the elderly, dying, pathetic.

Thing was, the volcano and the suffering were just the insane backdrop of what felt like any loathsome PR job in Los Angeles.

I eventually escaped and joined a woman and her five children as she cooked dinner. The moment of intimacy allowed for some natural and poignant photographs. Satisfied that I had captured something real, I headed back to the car to try and drink water without anyone seeing. (You become precariously dehydrated in the camps and feel guilty drinking your private stash of potable water). Outside the car a group of 8-year-olds had gathered wanting food and to have their pictures taken. The driver put in a tape of Celine Dion songs while a skirmish broke out among the boys.

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Celine sings: If I kiss you likje this and you whisper like that.

Outside the fight escalates, two boys shove each other.

It was lost long ago but it’s all coming back to me.

A punch is thrown.

If you want me like this and if you need me like that.

One of the boys picks up a large rock and is about to smash it against the other child.

It was dead long ago but it’s all coming back to me. It’s so hard to resist and its all coming back to me.

The violence stops, I gaze at the boy with the rock for a spell and then he drops it. We leave the camp and I file the photos and soon hear basically that they will not be used because there have been no new reports of cholera in the last few days and the photos lacked sufficiently dramatic elements.

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Andrew McGregor is a contributing correspondent. This is the second entry in his Congo notebook. His photos have been published by Reuters, the Associated Press and Agence France-Presse.

Bono colonialism

Tuesday, June 26th, 2007

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British wag Brendan O’Neil at Spiked went hard after Bono last week. It was a case of a fish, a barrel, and a smoking gun. The subject was Bono’s stumping for aid to Africa with the big-time government leaders at the G8 summit. Bono, according to O’Neil, is a not-cool wrinkled rocker on a messianic mission and a neo-colonial self-appointed savior of Africans who’s actually doing Africans more harm than good. In the end O’Neil endorses the ideology espoused by London neo-punk band Bono must die! “Yes, that would be a good start.”

Firing into the barrel like that, O’Neil manages to hit on some key points, things I at least am thinking about vaguely every time I see Bono’s grizzled bespectacled mug smiling at an African kid or shaking the hand of an African leader or fighting the good fight among narcissistic Baby Boomer western leaders. For egg-sample:

“Bono’s rise shows the role that Africa plays for many people today. For politicians and celebrities alike, Africa has become a stage for moralistic posturing. Campaigning on African poverty is something that ‘gives me a sense of purpose, something to work for’, writes a contributor to the issue of Vanity Fair on Africa that Bono guest edited. Or as Paul Theroux bitingly argues: ‘Because Africa seems unfinished and so different from the rest of the world, a landscape on which a person can sketch a new personality, it attracts mythomaniacs, people who wish to convince the world of their worth.’ Indeed, we could just as easily ask what earthly right the G8 itself has to discuss and determine what should happen in Africa’s poorest countries. Like Bono, no G8 leader has ever been elected by the nations of Africa…. Bono is only the most successful of many ‘Mr Africas’ around today.”

“Bono’s rise has also been facilitated by the unholy marriage of politics and celebrity. No political campaign seems complete these days without a celebrity fronting it or even forcing it through…. Bono did not smash down the gates of the G8 to gain entry. Rather, he was effectively invited in by G8 leaders who hoped that the celebrity crusader would add a touch of grit and glamour to their shallow and self-serving debates on Africa. Even Bono’s haranguing of the world leaders had its benefits, since it allowed the G8 to present itself as being nail-bitingly responsive to African demands (as represented by Bono of course) and it may have won them a new, potentially younger audience in the shape of celebrity-watchers and the MTV crowd. When even discussions of ‘ending poverty’ require a celebrity to front them, you know that celebrities truly do rule the Earth.”

“Bono is a celebrity colonialist. His patronising campaign to single-handedly ‘save Africa’ is actually damaging the continent. It is painting Africa as a pathetic place whose wide-eyed, infantile populations need a loudmouth rock star to fight in their corner. His disregard for anything resembling an electoral process (‘I represent a lot of people in Africa’) lends weight to the prejudice that African leaders are peculiarly corrupt, and thus it is best to leapfrog straight over them – – as does his demand for ‘anti-corruption measures’ to be attached to all forms of aid to Africa.”

That’s all good stuff. Yet O’Neil gets caught up in his own faith in the power of the electoral mandate. He keeps asking in effect: “What is Bono doing there among elected officials who the voters of the world have asked to represent their interests.” Fact is, the world’s elected officials — in the U.S., in Britain, in Africa, everywhere — are now and have been for centuries worse than woefully ineffective when it comes to doing any good in the world. They haven’t only failed to alleviate unnecessary suffering in Africa and most of the other countries on the planet; they have been the main ones driving the plunder and neglect at the root of human misery time and again. Bono’s agenda may be messianic, his persona comic. But I say let him and Angelina and Bob Geldoff and the rest of the pop-culure court jesters put a fire to the politicians. It can’t hurt.