My name is Dylan. I am a student at BYU and a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. These blog entries are posted weekly as a project in my Writing and Rhetoric course at school. They are posted with the hopes that the reader might be made more aware of these people and their unfortunate circumstances. If you wish to do your part to help, please visit this site: www.ldsphilanthropies.org
Don’t I look good? Thanks, I thought so too. This picture of me is showing what happens when a never-ending amount of colored corn starch powder is handed out to thousands and thousands of kids. But as chaotic as such an event may sound, there was method to the madness believe it or not. It was all part of the epic celebration of Holi – often referred to as the Festival of Colors.
The Festival of Colors is a celebration of spring – which I thought was a great reason to celebrate after making it through a cold Utah winter (I’m from Southern California). But the significance of the celebration of Holi goes deeper than just celebrating the arrival of spring. Holi is a Hindu festival celebrated originally in India, and the name “Holi” comes from Holika, a demoness from Hindu mythology. As the story goes, Holika had a cloak that protected her from fire, and with this power she would be protected as she walked into flames to kill children. Her brother, King Hiranyakashipu, forced his people to worship him as a god, but his 5 year old son refused and continued to worship the Hindu God Vishnu. This upset the vain king, and he ordered his demoness sister to take his son, Prahlad, into the fire to die. As Holika and Prahlad entered the fire, the God Vishnu sent a wind that blew her cloak off of her and onto the child – the demoness was burnt and the child was protected.
This story tells of the triumph of good over evil. It is depicted in the festival by burning a doll that is dressed to look like the demoness Holika. When the flames ignite, the moment everyone is waiting for finally happens – the throwing of the colors. This was amazing. So much powder was in the air that the sun was completely blocked out; it was like we were indoors all of a sudden and all we could see were colors. It was hard to breathe for these few minutes, and I almost threw up as my lungs tried to fight back against the powder flowing in. But it was all worth it. When the cloud settled, everyone was painted in bright pinks, purples, greens, and yellows. Crowd surfing was a great pastime. Music was filling the air. Spring was here.
The conflict between the Kurdish people and their Turkish government is an issue that has been going on for years with little progress made towards peace. Even as early as 1915, the Kurds in this region struggled to end the Ottoman Empire’s rule over them, and today they still struggle for their independence. The Turkish government has made serious efforts to suppress the Kurdish culture, which doesn’t help in anyway to ease the tension between the two groups of people. “Until 1991, the use of the Kurdish language – although widespread – was illegal…Additionally, education in Kurdish is now permitted though only in private institutions” (Wikipedia – History of the Kurdish People).
Whether or not the Kurds should be criticized for their violent efforts to fight back is unsure, but something to indeed be sure about is that the Turkish government is always quick to respond with harsh efforts of their own. The Kurdish Workers Party (P.K.K.) is an ethnic secessionist organization that uses both diplomacy and force to achieve a national identity for the Kurds living in Turkey. In a campaign against the efforts of this rebel group, the government of Turkey has responded terribly. Entire Kurdish villages have been completely demolished, victimizing the innocent civilians more than anyone.
In the photograph above, a Kurdish woman is gathering wood for heating as she tries to adapt to her new life. Like so many others, she was recently forced to flee her home because her village was razed by her own government. Sebastião Salgado’s commentary on this picture explains that “Today, more than 1,300 villages have been destroyed, scattering hundreds of thousands of Kurds throughout Turkey and across Europe, although most of the displaced people remain in Turkish Kurdistan” (Salgado).
Salgado, Sebastiao. Migrations: Humanity in Transition. Aperture. New York, 2000. Print.
Salgado, Sebastiao. Photograph. Migrations: Humanity in Transition. Aperture. New York, 2000. 96.
“You wanted to see the real India? Well, here it is.”
These words seem to echo through my head even days after finishing the movie Slumdog Millionaire. There is a scene where the movie’s hero Jamal Malik is showing two American tourists around India, and they all return to the car only to find that it has been stripped of all of its parts. Naturally, the Indian chauffer assumes that Jamal, a mere slumdog, was involved in this crime and begins shamelessly kicking him on the ground right in front of the Americans. It is then when Jamal moans these words to the couple.
One thing this movie should be praised for is its ability to bring attention to the slums of India. I had always known that life for many in India was difficult because of both poverty and the nation’s incredible population size. India is the second-most populous country in the world with more than 1.2 billion people – that’s over 17% of the world’s entire population. When you consider statistics like these, it’s not very difficult to imagine issues such as poverty, crime, disease, and malnutrition becoming serious problems. A large part of Slumdog Millionaire takes place in the city of Mumbai, which is ideal for emphasizing the complications of Indian social life because it is both the largest and the richest city in India. According to Wikipedia’s article on slums, “55% of the population of Mumbai lives in slums, which cover only 6% of the city's land. Slum growth rate in Mumbai is greater than the general urban growth rate” (Wikipedia – Slum).
The movie follows the tale of Jamal Malik in a way that combines two ongoing plots. It opens with Jamal being tortured by the police as they try and discover how he had cheated (which they are assuming because of his social status) on the Indian version of the game show Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? The other part of the movie is made up of flashbacks as the boy explains how different experiences of his childhood had provided him with correct answers.
But this movie has a lot more substance to it than a straightforward educational look at India’s slums, and it goes a lot deeper than a simple story about a boy going on a game show. Slumdog Millionaire is a story about holding on to love despite difficult times, triumph over social limitations, the harsh corruptions in society, brotherhood, betrayal, destiny, and hope. The story is so real, making the movie a must-see for anyone (although its mature themes may be inappropriate for young children). But if you don’t take my word for it, the movie received 8 out of the 10 Academy Awards it was nominated for, including Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Adapted Screenplay.
From the powerful story, to the awesome music and beautiful visual aspects of the film, Slumdog Millionaire is, in my opinion, a truly incredible movie. Whether you want to understand more about the world around you and the slums in India, or if you want to watch a real “feel-good” type of movie, or if you just simply want to be entertained, I really recommend that you watch Slumdog Millionaire. You won’t be disappointed.
I recently watched a movie that was both very enlightening and very moving. The movie was titled Water. It takes place in the year 1938 in India during the British Raj – the time period during which India was under control of the British Empire. This was also before Mahatma Gandhi had revolutionized the Indian lifestyle. So the India we might recognize today is nowhere to be found amongst the ancient, and seemingly-peculiar, traditions depicted in this film. The film actually is focused around one of these specifically: As a part of Hindu tradition, very young girls would often find themselves married to older men. When the husband passed away, the young wife would be faced with only three options she would have to choose from – she could be burned alongside her husband’s body, she could marry a brother of the husband (if the family allowed it), or she could choose to live the life of a widow in what is called a widow’s ashram. This is where our main character, Chuyia, finds herself as the movie begins.
Chuyia is an eight year old girl who learns that her husband has just passed away. I won’t go into a whole lot of detail because I don’t want to ruin the movie for anyone, but I would like to give you at least an idea of how unfortunate a circumstance Chuyia (and countless other young girls and women) finds herself in. Think of an eight year old girl you know. It could be a daughter, a sister, a niece, a neighbor, a grandchild, etc. It doesn’t really matter that the girl you’re thinking of isn’t married because Chuyia didn’t even remember she was ever married herself. Now imagine shaving this girl’s hair until she is nearly bald and giving her just a simple white sheet for clothing. This young girl must be taken to an ashram where you must abandon her forever. She will live out the rest of her life with only other widows of the ashram. Here a simple life will be lived – basic food, little entertainment, trips to the other side of the ashram walls only on occasion, and the list doesn’t get anymore exciting than that.
Clearly, those looking for a happy story should look elsewhere. So why even see this movie?I think that the wake-up call the movie served as for me was worth the sadness I felt. I had no idea that this was even going on in the world, and it troubled me to see so many lives simply marked as “insignificant” and “unfit” for really living. I felt sorrow for those widows in India who (even still today) have to face these circumstances that seem unreal to me, and I really began to appreciate my own life like never before. What a humbling experience Water proved to be.
Watching a movie like Water really only has one purpose – raising awareness. Hopefully the unthinkable burdens of the world can be made lighter, or even non-existent, as more and more people are made aware that these burdens even exist. This is why I think Water was such a great movie. Despite how troubling it may be, it is worth watching. You can find it online on websites such as Netflix or Amazon. I wouldn’t recommend it for young children because of the sexual themes, but anyone willing to look past the movie’s heavy concepts can really benefit from its powerful message.
There’s a sense of freedom you get when you climb a tree. Every branch lifts you higher and higher off the ground and pulls you up towards the sky. Once you’re up there, you can see everything below in a sort of separate and detached perspective. For a brief amount of time, you can escape the life you know. No doubt the boys in this picture are experiencing this sensation as they make their own climb -- but as free as they might feel, they have to climb down eventually. And once they do, they’ll find themselves just about as rooted to their troubles as the tree is rooted to the ground.
These boys were caught up in the mess of Sudan’s second civil war that began in 1983. While under colonial rule of Britain, Sudan was treated as two separate provinces with the north dominated by Arabic-speaking Muslims and the south by English-speaking Catholics. Differences such as these helped divide the nation, but Britain eventually gave in to the north’s pressures to integrate the two areas. This caused much turmoil for the south. As more and more conflict rose, the war became more and more of a reality.
To escape the pain of war, refugees began to give up the comfort of their homes to put these troubles behind them. To avoid forced recruit into the Sudanese Army, the boys in this picture entered the camp of the Sudanese People’s Liberation Front (S.P.L.F.). Though they thought they were finding refuge from the war, the S.P.L.F. rebel leaders in charge of the camp instead trained them to fight against those government forces. They never really had the chance for freedom.
In the end, a peace treaty was signed in 2005 and Southern Sudan won its independence. “Roughly 1.9 million civilians were killed in southern Sudan, and more than 4 million southerners have been forced to flee their homes at one time or another since the war began” (Wikipedia). If only those boys could have stayed up in their tree.
Works Cited
Salgado, Sebastião. Photograph. Migrations: Humanity in Transition. Aperture. New York, 2000. 163.
Most of us would agree that to end a devastatingly-long and destructive conflict would be a blessing. This tends to be the case - but not 100% of the time. This photograph of Sebastião Salgado’s is documented proof of how the end of a conflict does not always bring about the end of the pain. In this picture are two Angolan women who have lost their legs as a result of the landmines left behind in Angola’s earth from its civil war. Injuries such as these are unfortunately very common today in Angola and throughout various parts of the world.
The Angolan Civil War first began in 1975 and ended a total of 27 years later in 2002. It would be ideal to say that the difficulties in Angola ended in 2002 after an estimated 500,000 people had been killed, but the war’s leftover landmines still prevent the difficulties from subsiding. An article featured in BBC News claims that, “Angola is among the worst land-mine affected countries in the world” (Mynott). This same article brought up statistics, and they were not pretty. The article stated that while no one really knows exactly how many landmines are buried in Angola, “Some experts say it may be somewhere between 500,000 and one million, others say there may be as many as six million” (Mynott). Hundreds of Angolan civilians may have been killed while 80,000 may have been injured.
In addition to all of the death and injuries caused directly by the landmines, development of the nation is also paused indefinitely for now. Refugees who fled their homes are too afraid to return. An article on the AmericanUniversity’s website states that, “Landmines are also causing difficulties for the Angolan government as it attempts to incorporate democracy and rebuild the shattered country with as little social discontent as possible.In short, there is total disruption to human life and the environment” (Morris).
It’s troubling to think about the situation Angola now faces. I doubt that those involved in the civil war over 30 years ago realized that planting landmines would cause the mess that haunts Angola’s soil today. I guess it just seemed like a good idea at the time.
“Home is where the heart is.” But what about those who don’t have a home? How can we consider passing along such cheerful words to those who are without these luxurious? I speak without experience, but my guess is that it probably isn’t an easy thing to do. We might tend to take the comfort and protection of homes for granted from time to time, but homelessness truly is a problem of serious concern. Recent studies showed that worldwide, there is an estimated 100 million who are homeless, and just in the U.S. alone there are 3.5 million people who experience homelessness at some point during the year (Homeless World Cup). This same source also explained that “the average life expectancy of a Homeless Person in the UK is42 years, compared to the national average of 74 for men and 79 for women” (Homeless World Cup). Homelessness also causes other long-term effects, especially in children. Dakota Woodlands is a group that works towards providing an opportunity for comfortable and reasonable living for those who might otherwise be denied these things. On its website Dakota Woodlands claimed that, “Homeless children are not simply at risk; most endure physical, psychological, and emotional damage due to the circumstances that accompany homelessness. Homeless children suffer from poor nutrition and a higher rate of infectious diseases, asthma and related conditions. They lack access to consistent health care, which increases the severity of the illnesses. Children’s academic performance is hindered both by poor cognitive development and constant mobility. Homelessness inhibits physical, emotional, cognitive, social and behavioral development in children” (Dakota Woodlands). This photograph of Salgado’s is one that captures the raw reality of what living on the streets (or in this case, the sewers) could be like. Because the population of Jakarta is so colossal, many are forced to live in places like this for an unknown amount of time without any source of real shelter.
I believe that everyone can learn something of value from Immaculée Ilibagiza’s book Left to Tell. It is the very personal story of how Ilibagiza survives the horrific Rwandan genocide in 1994. With her tale comes incredible insight into building a very real relationship with God. It is ultimately this relationship that saves her life.
What is it that makes Immaculée Ilibagiza’s story so compelling? For one thing, the events that unfold before Immaculée are heart-stopping; I discovered a thorough understanding of the atrocities committed during the genocide of ’94. These events were far from joyous (ignorance may be bliss), but it is far more important and enlightening to perceive the world for how it really is. It is arguable that keeping atrocities like this one in the Shadows of Unawareness makes it significantly easier for these events to repeat themselves; Left to Tell shines a light here that helps stop the darkness from spreading.
But while awareness may be the book’s pearl of great price, its magnum opus is Ilibagiza’s enlightening insight into forgiveness achieved through a sincere relationship with God. Reading this book is like witnessing a miracle; the reader watches Immaculée suffer again and again and then immediately put her trust in God to take away all of the pain. Never before has developing complete trust in God been laid out in such a sincere and raw real-life example.
I have recently finished this book, and I have no doubt that it has had a profound impact upon my life. Immaculée Ilibagiza believes that God has spared her life with the purpose of telling her story. She has dedicated her life to helping others forgive and learn to rely upon God to heal their own pains. Take a chance on this book. Immaculée Ilibagiza’s story Left to Tell is one that has been blessed with real power.
This is a photograph of a refugee working at a construction site in São Paulo, Brazil. Here refugees are greatly blessed with the opportunity of finding jobs even when these men are without education or proper qualification. But, unfortunately, the rest of the world is not as gracious as São Paulo’s construction industry. Throughout the world, refugees struggle to find jobs and earn a sufficient amount of money. This problem becomes even more serious when you consider how refugees have given up basically everything and left their homes, sacrificing so much, with hopes of finding better opportunities elsewhere – without some sort of job they will find themselves with nothing and no way of getting anything.
This all made me think back to my first job. I was job hunting in the middle of the economic troubles facing the US about a year ago, which was no easy task. I remember applying at a countless number of places and competing with not only teenagers, but also with experienced adults who were recently laid off of work. If it was such a struggle for the average US citizen to get hired at a minimum-wage, basic-difficulty level job, then I can’t even begin to perceive just how near impossible it must have been for refugees trying to compete. An article on syracuse.com shares some insight into the mind of Maria Sanchez, a 48 year old woman who was employed ever since leaving Cuba for the US in 2005 but was laid off last year due to the economic troubles: “‘It's a difficult situation,’ Sanchez said in Spanish. ‘We left Cuba because of the economic problems and to find better life for my children. If we don't find job, it's going to be bad for us’” (Thompson). Despite how much effort and sacrifice these people put in towards fixing their lives, so much of the process is out of their hands. All they can do is put forth their effort and hope.
Works Cited
Salgado, Sebastião. Photograph. Migrations: Humanity in Transition. Aperture. New York, 2000. 317.
This week’s photograph is one that was taken at the S.O.S. Orphanage in N’Dosho, a small city in the Democratic Republic of Congo. This orphanage holds more than 4,000 children. I personally find this amount to be mind-blowing – N’Dosho is just a tiny, obscure city buried deep in the colossal continent of Africa. This understanding led me to research more on the subject. What I found was troubling. According to the Inter Press Service News Agency’s website, “between 1990 and 2000, the number of orphans in Africa rose from 30.9 million to 41.5 million” (de Queiroz). This article was published in 2006, and it predicted that by 2010, there will be a haunting total of 53.1 million orphans. Whether or not they were successful in projecting their statistics four years into the future, I was unable to determine. But part of me can not help but to think pessimistically and wonder if the beginning of this decade has proven to be even more upsetting than the Inter Press Service News Agency had hoped. But like I said, this is just me thinking pessimistically. Please pray for these children.
This photograph of Salgado’s is, without a doubt, the most graphic photograph used yet in my blog. It captures the paralyzing scene of the “burial” of 4,000 Rwandan refugees. These people have all died at the refugee camp in Kibumba because of various health difficulties, such as cholera, dysentery, and starvation. Because there are so many corpses, tractors (like the one shown in this picture) pile the bodies up against mounds of volcanic lava and then cover up these stacks with heaps of earth.
“Scholars of these sorts of events say the killers, armed mostly with machetes and clubs, nonetheless did their work five times as fast as the mechanized gas chambers used by the Nazis” (Amanpour). These are the words of former U.S. President Bill Clinton, who held the position as president throughout this awful event. To present a more tangible understanding of just how terrible the Rwandan Massacre was, Wikipedia claims that from the massacre’s window of approximately 100 days, “estimates of the death toll have ranged between 500,000 and 1,000,000, or as much as 20% of the total population of the country” (Wikipedia). The Rwandan Massacre was indeed genocide. It was born out of a history of much contention and open differences between the nation’s two major ethnic groups – the Hutu and the Tutsi. The contentions peaked when Hutus established control in the government and began to exercise ideologies that the Tutsi planned to enslave the Hutu. Spreading ideas such as this by means of propaganda, a significantly large portion of the nation’s Hutu population began “cleansing” the nation of Rwanda of the Tutsi’s evil ways.
Machetes and machine guns were the tools used to “cleanse” the nation. What they really did was stain the lands red with blood. So many lives were broken and altered forever because of these long 100 days. Even today the story of the Rwandan Massacre is told and retold again and again. Hopefully we can learn from the mistakes of our past and avoid another catastrophe such as this one. But, ultimately, it is up to us.
This picture depicts two Iraqi women holding photographs of loved ones, but the men in these pictures were taken away from them many years ago. To these women, July 31st 1983 is remembered as a day of real tragedy. On this day, Saddam Hussein’s Iraqi soldiers came into various villages and took away all of the men. The villages were told that the men were being taken to work as laborers for the day, but as it turned out, they were never to be heard from again. The women of these villages, like the ones shown in Salgado’s picture, are still hopeful for the return of their brothers, sons, friends, and husbands.
In an article published in the Los Angeles Times, Bahar Suleiman, one of the thousands of women who lost family that day stated that, “We still have not given up hope. We expect our husbands to return” (Daragahi). This is very optimistic, but when does optimism go too far? Suleiman again says, “I still believe that someday my husband will walk through that gate there” (Daragahi). Many of these widows have pushed themselves into somewhat of a state of denial. It is like these Iraqi women have placed their lives on pause and have failed to press play again for over twenty-six years. This same news article tells how Bahar Suleiman’s daughter, Leila, refused to marry for many years, and the article attributes this decision to her missing father. She was afraid of leaving her mother and moving on, so these two women simply continued to wait for the return of their loved one. In 2006, Leila discovered that her father had indeed died and been buried in a mass grave many years ago. At first, this was difficult for her and her mother to deal with, but the pain eventually subsided. Also, Leila fell in love and was married not long after. Reflecting on her experience, Lelia said, “Until now, there was no happiness in my heart. If you are waiting for something, you cannot move on to something else” (Daragahi).
It is not difficult to imagine the effects of a harsh dictator or the pain of a war. Saddam Hussein, and other corrupt leaders like him, caused much damage and tore apart the lives of a countless amount of people. Those with such total disregard for the rest of humanity have also been the cause of so many innocent people becoming refugees. Thankfully there are some, like Leila, who have managed to ultimately find happiness despite the terrible struggle to reach that point. But this isn’t always the case; even today many of these widows continue to sit and wait for the return of those Iraqi men. Will they ever find them? Will they ever find peace?
Today I had a shower that lasted close to 20 minutes. I didn't need to take one this long, but the hot water was just too soothing for me to pass up. I had a pretty stressful day yesterday, so I awoke with the idea that I deserved a nice, warm shower to somehow make up for the previous day's troubles. Understandable, right? Well, needless to say, I didn't think twice or feel any shame for wasting a little water.
But when I saw this picture taken by Salgado, the shame kicked in. It shows an infant in Jakarta, Indonesia bathing himself in a bucket of water. And if this child's bucket-bath isn't enough to bring the waves of sympathy, it is also noted that the water he is using is "imported" - meaning there is no running water available. But a reliable water supply means much more than just luxury: without sufficient water supply, health is also at risk. The terrible situation in Haiti occurring right now illustrates this concept. "With further destruction of the water supply, the people of Haiti are going to be at increased risk of developing gastrointestinal diseases, food poisoning, as well as worsening of injuries sustained by those in high-risk groups like children and seniors" (Fiore).
Realistically speaking, those struggling in Haiti wouldn't have been affected any differently whether I took a 20 minute shower or skipped my shower altogether. But this doesn't mean we are completely useless in doing our part to help. An excellent place to find opportunities to give assistance in the current crisis in Haiti or other similar situations worldwide is LDS Philanthropies. There are many things we can do to help, and there are so many people in need of help. Let's do our part.
Works Cited Fiore, Marrecca. "Doctor: Significant Long-Term Health Effects Expected in Haiti". Fox News.com. Fox News Network, 13 January 2010. Web. 21 January 2010.
Salgado, Sebastiao. Photograph. Migrations: Humanity in Transition. Aperture. New York, 2000. 362
Look around you. Chances are you've got a pretty nice view: a decent amount of food, a comfy bed, a closet packed with warm clothes, a least a couple of pairs of shoes. Do you have a cell phone in your pocket at this very moment? Heck, if you're reading this right now, then you have some sort of access to a computer and the internet. Not too shabby, huh?
This is a photograph taken by Sebastiao Selgado. His book Migrations: Humanity in Transition is a collection of his photographs that capture the lives of refugees from 40 different countries. What his work reveals is the darker side to humanity -- from broken families and broken bodies to broken souls.
In this society, it's safe to say that a lot of us are really well off and live very comfortably. Sometimes we get so caught up in our own little bubbles of concern that we forget that there are indeed those out there who go through hardships and face incredible trials on a daily basis. While we may get upset because we misplaced the tv remote or our internet connection is slow, others in this world struggle to find somewhere warm to sleep each night. But I think this is the purpose of this weekly blog project: not to guilt-trip us, but to raise our awareness. In the introduction to his book Salgado stated, "We hold the key to humanity's future, but for that we must understand the present. These photographs show part of this present. We cannot afford to look away" (12). While these pictures may trouble us or even make us feel somewhat guilty for living lives so rich with comfort, the purpose of these is not to hurt but to heal. Hopefully we can all take something from this new-found awareness and somehow play our own part in healing the present to create a better future.
Works Cited Salgado, Sebastiao. Migrations: Humanity in Transition. Aperture. New York, 2000. Print.
Salgado, Sebastiao. Photograph. Migrations: Humanity in Transition. Aperture. New York, 2000. 78
Thank goodness for music. More specifically, thank goodness for guitars. Who knew that some steel strings and a wooden box could create such a glorious creature? Whether you're in the mood for some folk-rock blues from Led Zeppelin, an energetic electric sound provided by MGMT, a simple, yet catchy rhythm filler that can be found in a Green Day song, or that feel-good warmth that only Jack Johnson creates, the guitar does it all. It's kind of like the pocket knife of music: equipped for any occasion.
Well if that didn't convince you of the greatness of the guitar, then just know that at least this blogger is convinced. Hence, this picture. I've been playing guitar since I was little, and I absolutely love it. It's just a good way to release that inner-self in the form of sweet, enchanting music.
"The art of music is ALSO one of the greatest blessings we enjoy. To cultivate it is our duty, and to use it is our privilege." - Dylan Lamb, with much credit respectfully given to Joseph Smith
