Showing posts with label Immigration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Immigration. Show all posts

Monday, May 2, 2011

La Semana del Migrante - Zacualpa


:: Day 100 in Guatemala ::

ONE HUNDRED DAYS IN GUATEMALA. That was worth repeating. That is a long time to be in a foreign country by yourself. I’m trying to think back at what this experience has been… but I’m not ready for that blog entry just yet. First I have to get through what this week has been. 

:: Lonely Convent ::

Last Monday night I went back to the convent.  I thought this week would be horrible because upon my arrival I realized everyone was gone! Only Sor Toribia, who is about 60 years old, and Sor Ana Maria, the mother superior, were in the convent this week. Everyone else wouldn’t be back until Friday.

To be honest, this week with them was actually quite nice. Without the younger nuns around she doesn’t seem as strict – maybe because no one is peering around the corner to make sure she’s not coming before starting a really silly conversation.

:: Workshops, Workshops, Workshops ::

I was scheduled to do a ton of workshops this week with the local teens. I made some minimal changes to my powerpoint from last time when Ana Maria sprung a surprise workshop on me and finished picking out the scenes from video I was going to show – Which Way Home – cutting it down to just Kevin’s story.

When I left last time I left a number of tasks for Jose Daniel and Victor, the two who work in the office, to prepare for the workshops and the Expo we had planned for Sunday May 1st. Let’s just say… I just deleted about seven paragraphs of me complaining about them. I mean, I’m pretty patient, but they really pushed it this week - Jose Daniel more than Victor. Unfortunately I spent a lot of time trying really hard not to roll my eyes or slap him across the face and scream “What were you thinking!?!?”  But, let’s focus on the positive parts of this week:

The workshops went well, although each day had its challenge. (1) The first day was exhausting because I did three workshops back to back at one school (it was a space issue). The first workshop happened to be at the same time as the Barcelona v. Real Madrid semi-final game. So the front half of the room was paying attention and asking questions, and the boys in the back had headphones on listening to the game. When the game ended there were fireworks outside and suddenly the back two rows of boys jumped in their seats! I just rolled with it – what are you gonna do?  (2) The second day it was a really small group, which was great because I could respond directly to all of them. But, the three girls in the room were really shy about sharing. (3) The third day was a HUGE group (110+), and we were on the basketball court, and the audiovisual set up was not ideal (Yes, I blame Jose Daniel and Victor – if I get into it I’ll just get mad – so I’ll leave it at that). However, this was probably the workshop I enjoyed the most. I was forced to be more interactive with them because they couldn’t really see the screen (plus I had made changes to the workshop because I knew it was a bigger group). At the end their responses were really good. One of the questions I had them answer in groups was: If someone told you that they were thinking of migrating to the U.S. as an undocumented immigrant, what advice would you give them? There were basically three types of answers (I collected their written answers after we shared as a big group): (1) I would tell them not to go because it is dangerous and they could get seriously hurt or die. (2) I would tell them that there are lots of risks, and that they should find out more information so that they can make informed decisions and be safe. (3) I would tell them that they should focus on school and getting a good career here because we have more opportunities as professionals in our own country.

I promise I only talked about this chart for 2 seconds.
At least they are all paying attention!
You can't even see the other half of the kids!!!


Saturday I also did a presentation with more teens from the church and their teachers. Totally different vibe with adults in the room because they dominate the conversation.

:: May Day Expo para la Oficina del Migrante ::

Sunday we had planned the Expo for the Oficinia del Migrante. Unfortunately, Victor had a conflict with a mandatory event from his university. (I’m not mad at him for going to the school event – I just think the date of the Expo could have been changed so that he could be there as one of the two people who actually work in the office.) So that left me and Jose Daniel to finish up all the planning and set up. While his organizational skills are a disaster – we managed to pull it off thanks to great team work on the part of the Franciscan Sisters from the convent.
The nuns helped distribute information, I love them.

We put out art work the local teens had done to represent the migrant’s experience; information on the risks of migrating through Mexico and the desert, human trafficking, Boston College’s Center for Human Rights and International Justice and the PDHRP, the Oficinia del Migrante, and other materials I had gotten from PCS mapping out organizations and shelters that provide services to migrants in Mesoamerica. We also showed Which Way Home – the whole hour-and-a-half of it. I was really surprised and happy to see that even though we didn’t have chairs, and we had some issues with lighting because it was outdoors (included in the things I argued with scolded Jose Daniel about) people were willing to stand and watch the whole hour and a half of the documentary! At the end I got several requests for copies of the movie. I promised to leave a copy with Hermana Ana Maria. People also came up and looked at everything we had put up, and took copies of the brochures. 
Men, Women, Children - decent audience, and all standing!


Here they're looking at the comp screen instead of projector.
It was very clearly a very valuable experience for the community, and it was also well timed. May 1st is El Dia del Trabajador (Day of the Laborer) in Guatemala, and since about 2006, May Day has been a day of demonstrations to show solidarity with immigrants in the fight for just immigration reform in the U.S.


Of course, since Jose Daniel is not comfortable with public speaking, it was up to me and Ana Maria (mostly Ana Maria) to take the mic and talk to the community about our event. Of course, she and I have different approaches. I had put Spanish subtitles for the few parts of the documentary that were subtitled in English. At the end of the documentary when it is giving a recap of the different people interviewed and where they are now – Ana Maria just started making things up. She’d start to read it and then add her own spin on the end to make it sound like they had been so traumatized from their experience that they decided to never migrate again and instead try to build a better life in their own country. The truth is, most of them did reattempt the trip again. I think she even said that one of them tried again and died or was lost along the way and was never heard from again. Clearly, her message is – don’t migrate because it can get you killed. While my message is – migration to the US has many risks, so if you choose to migrate, make sure you inform yourself about the risks and the resources available along the way to ensure that you protect yourself as much as possible. So while I’m trying to stay balanced – she’s taking the “scare them out of migrating” approach.

So this was my last week in Zacualpa. It was also Giulia’s last week. So there were a lot of good-byes. This morning Ana Maria brought us all to the city. I’ve got one more full day in Guatemala. I’m almost home. 

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Date: Monday May 2, 2011
Days in Guatemala: 100
Date of Return to Los Angeles: May 4, 2011 
Date of Return to Boston: May 18, 2011
Barbri Bar Prep Start Date: May 19, 2011
Graduation Date: May 27, 2011
California Bar Exam: July 26-28, 2011

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Teenagers are a Tough Crowd

:: Day 67 in Guatemala ::

Thanks to my lovely friends on Facebook, this weekend I watched a quick clip by spoken-word poet Sarah Kay and had a profound appreciation for professional spoken-word performers. Even when she stopped doing her poems and was just talking to the crowd, she still sounded like every word was planned out and perfectly executed. And suddenly I was insanely jealous.

Last week was another week in Zacualpa (in the convent) for me. I feel like every day I made more and more work for myself. When one plan fell through, I'd come up with an even more elaborate one. Now suddenly I'm planning an Expo for the Centro del Migrante as well as workshops for teenagers on the topic of migration. Its four workshops in four days, and on the fifth day - the Expo. Seriously? Yes, and it gets worse. The three schools I'm visiting don't have a space where I can do a single workshops with all the kids so...

  • April 27 - I'm doing 3 one-hour workshops at LICEO
  • April 28 - I'm doing 2 one-hour workshops at Alegria y Fe
  • April 29 - I'm doing 1 or 2 one-hour workshops (TBD) at INEB, and
  • April 30 - I'm doing a workshop with the youth group at the convent.

I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

Perhaps the bright-side is that my workshop planning is already half done! Hermana Ana Maria failed to mention that she had youth group coming on Saturday and that she wanted me to do a workshop with them. I didn't find out until Friday night. Now of course I couldn't say "no". That word is a recent addition to my vocabulary and I haven't quite learned how to use it yet. So I spent all of Saturday morning preparing to give a workshop in the afternoon. And man, let me tell you, teenagers are a tough crowd.





:: Back in the Day When I was Young (I'm not a kid anymore) ::

So I used to think that working with teens was easy, because I'm young and they can still relate to me. Well, I think I'm passed that point. Being just a few months from being an attorney kind of puts a big divide between where I am in my life and teenagers. Not to mention the fact that I'm an American city-girl talking to a group of rural Guatemalan teens.

So naturally, I start thinking of other ways to open the workshop that is going to help them feel more comfortable with me and therefore more comfortable participating. I start with a joke at my own expense, tell them about me, my background, and my experience with migration issues. Then I want to gauge to see how many of them know people who have migrated to the U.S., and what they already know about the subject. So, I thought, let's do this by the least confrontational way possible - a show of hands and questions that start really generally and gradually get more specific. I really forgot about the power of peer pressure and teenage self-consciousness. Statistics from the PDHRP's research in this community tell me that over 50% of families have someone in the U.S. And in a group of perhaps 50 teens, only about 10 raised their hand. Okay, I guess that's as good as it gets.

I would say that I "winged" the rest of the presentation, but that is just not true. I had a power point presentation with over 25 slides, not enough pictures, and two video clips. This is where I am insanely jealous of people like Sarah Kay - I wish I was compelling enough to keep people's attention without visual aids and confident enough to make it through without relying on a power point presentation to remind me of my next point.

At the end of the whole thing I of course opened it up for reactions and/or questions. What was I thinking? Of course they aren't going to ask anything. So we broke them up into small groups and then had one person "present" what their group had talked about and any questions they might still have. It is always easier to speak up and risk looking dumb when you can blame it on your group.

I have to say that I felt like I was walking a fine line with this presentation. I'm not trying to scare the kids out of migrating - that just doesn't work. But I want them to know the risks and the realities of migrating through Mexico, the U.S. Border, the U.S. immigration (deportation) system, and social realities of being undocumented. I also wanted them to know that there are people who care, and organizations that are fighting for migrant's rights and can help them if they face any abuses along the way or end up in deportation proceedings.

For the next seven of these workshops I'm going to have to find a way to keep this presentation balanced and present the good with the bad.


:: Birthdays and Funerals ::


Last week while I was in Zacualpa, two things happened on the same day: (1) it was Hermana Ana Maria's birthday! and (2) the mother of a woman who has been involved with the PDHRP for the past few years passed away. So the week was also filled with birthday celebrations and mourning. The birthday stuff was really cute. They decorated her place at the table, had a big lunch with people from the community, had a piñata, and at night the novice nuns performed a dance for her! So cute.

Hermana Ana Maria's B-day Table Setting

B-day Lady totally missing the piñata 

How cute is she?

The Priest finally just grabbed the piñata with his hands.

Nice! Shirt full of Candy!

The funeral was the next day. The PDHRP team in Boston asked me to get flowers for the family. No big deal, right? Wrong. Zacualpa is a small town. There is no flower shop in Zacualpa. In order to get flowers I'd have to take a bus to Santa Cruz el Quiche or Joyabaj which are the nearest big(ger) towns. I ended up asking Sor Ivonne (one of the nuns) to come with me so that I wouldn't get lost. Thankfully, they do sell flowers in Joyabaj. However, they don't sell flower arrangements. So I got to try my hand at a little creativity. With a dozen roses and four other types of flowers, a vase and some gold ribbon - I think I did a decent job. Right?


:: Accidentally a "Good" Catholic ::

So on Friday at dinner, right after Ana Maria informed me that I would be doing a workshop with the teens the next day, I accidentally agreed to do the Stations of the Cross with the nuns. I didn't understand what they were talking about. This is a problem when all your Catholic vocabulary is in English. Truth be told - I'm not even sure how to say "Easter" in Spanish.

So after dinner, Sor Neisy tells me "vamos ir a ver las cruces" (we are going to go see the crosses). Or at least that is what I heard. I was confused, so I asked "where?" And she said "out in the community". I was even more confused. What crosses? I walked around town all week and I didn't see any crosses. So I asked again, "Adonde van a ir?" ("where are you going?"). And she answered "A las cruces". Fine. Maybe its a display the community put up, or maybe its an area of the town that is called "Las Cruces" that I just don't know about. So I grab a jacket and I join them. Afterall, Rachel went back to Boston and the Italians left for the City that morning - so what else was I supposed to do?


Next thing I know, we are walking into the church and upon Ana Maria's cue a small procession starts. I'm still confused about what is going on. Then we walk down the street and stop in front of a house that has a small altar out front. Then the reading begins "Primera Estación: Jesús es condenado a muerte" and it clicks - I just agreed to do the stations of the cross! And aren't there like THIRTEEN of them!?!?!

Turns out she was saying "Via Crucis" - in Latin. Makes sense. It is a Friday in Lent. Which also explains why we had nothing but eggs, beans, and veggies today.


Anyway, it was too late to turn back now. So I stuck with it - through all thirteen stations! The whole thing was actually very cute. Each station was in a different part of town and the group of about 50 people would walk together, singing, and stop at each home to do the next station. Afterwards in the intentions they'd include a prayer for the family that put up the altar. I had never seen the stations of the cross done this way and it was a million times better than what I remember from elementary school where we just went around to each of the stations inside St. Andrew's Church.

:: Getting "Home" ::

So after being in Zacualpa since Tuesday, and working every day, by Sunday I was ready to go home! Well... "home" as in back to my apartment in Guatemala City. Sunday I still had to meet with Jose Daniel and Victor to do some planning for the workshops and Expo, but my mind was set, after lunch I was leaving!!!

I told Sor Ivonne that I was going to take the chicken bus to Chichicastenango and then a tourist bus from there - because I don't trust the ghetto buses and am afraid to get robbed because I'm taking my laptop. Well... as it turns out, the dangerous part is actually between Zacualpa and Chichicastenango - if I make it that far then I'm golden. But, she reassured me that they don't rob the buses on weekends because they are too crowded. When I got on the bus I remembered why - it is impossible to walk around in there! How are you going to hold up a bus when you can't even walk down the aisle to collect your money?

Anyway, so I took the Chicken Bus from Zacualpa to Guatemala City. That is a FIVE hour bus ride crammed into a seat that was intended for children but is now filled with three adults. Woo hoooo! I was just glad to have a seat! And I was glad that no one talked to me! Having the guy next to me fall asleep and once in a while accidentaly rest his head against my shoulder is waaay better than getting stuck sitting next to a guy who I'm afraid is trying to figure out where I live.

Yes, that bus is moving. Yes, he's waving at ME.

So now I'm back in the apartment. I've got just over a month left in Guatemala. I am at that strange point where (1) I am ready to go home! but also (2) I am finally feeling "at home" in Guatemala. This month is going to fly by! Next weekend I'm going to Livingston and Rio Dulce with the Italians and Juan Leo. In a few weeks my sorority sister Chris is coming so we'll be out doing touristy stuff and visiting Antigua for Holy Week! And in the meantime I have a 20 page research paper to write (that is how I know time is going to fly - deadlines always sneak up on you).



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Date: Sunday, Mar. 30, 2011
Days in Guatemala: 67
Date of Return to Los Angeles: May 4, 2011
Date of Return to Boston: May 18, 2011
Barbri Bar Prep Start Date: May 19, 2011
Graduation Date: May 27, 2011
California Bar Exam: July 26-28, 2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Soy Feminista... ¿Y qué?



:: Day 57 in Guatemala ::


I have been in Guatemala almost two full months now. I think it is time for another serious entry, especially after this very serious week. I am really enjoying working at Mujeres Transformando El Mundo. As a learning experience it has been absolutely incredible...

Last week I attended the workshop that is hosted by MTM, CONAPREVI, Fundacion Debora, and Moloj. Turns out that our discussion regarding Femenism, Patriarchy, Androcentrism, etc. served as a wonderful lead in to this week. The funny thing was, that it became really clear that the word feminism has a lot of negative connotations and is very taboo for women in Guatemala. Hence my title, I'm a Feminist... And What?

Before you read on, let me warn you - this is a long entry. And parts of it may be really depressing. Feel free to skip forward if you must. If you have ever asked me "how is work" and my answer was really vague its because I've been working with these kinds of cases for a few years now and they are difficult to talk about sometimes.

Also, there are no pictures. Sorry.


:: The Never-Ending Trial ::


Monday we traveled to San Marcos again for the continuation of the trial, which as usual was scheduled for Tuesday at 9am. We really expected that this would be the last time, even the judges wanted to wrap up the case this day. However, the defense attorney had other plans. He requested an extra five days to work on his defense (shouldn't that be done by now?) and objected to every charge on the record. Unfortunately, in some instances he had a point. I have been reluctant to say it, but the Fiscal (Prosecutor) in this case seems really incompetent. Key elements from the girls' declaration were taken out when she filed the original declarations and charges, and then added back in during the process. Clearly, this was something the Defense objected to having on the record. The trial will be continued on March 29th, and hopefully we'll finally have a verdict.

I'm sharing this small update with you because I have become increasingly frustrated with the lack of efficiency  in the court systems, which inevitably correlates with a lack of justice for victims.


:: New Place, New Client, Same Sad Story ::


As soon as we were done in San Marcos we headed for Huehuetenango which is a department that is on the Guatemala/Mexico border. We went to meet with a potential new client and her mother. This was the first interview. Of course, I can't tell you their real names. So let's say that the girl is 15 years old and her name is Nadia, and her mother's name is Maribel. All the other names I'm using are definitely fictional as well. This is  her story:            (Yes, you should have imagined the voice of the narrator from Law & Order: SVU)

Maribel has six children, three sons and three daughters. Nadia is the second to youngest of all her children. When Nadia was 2 years old Maribel separated from her abusive husband. The decision to become a single mother is difficult for anyone, but it is particularly difficult for women in Guatemala. However, Maribel was fortunate because the director of her children's school, Edgar (although she usually referred to him as el Licenciado), stepped in to help her family in their time of need. He became like a godfather to her children. Sometimes he even gave the family money out of his own pocket. As her children got older he asked Maribel to submit scholarship applications for her children because he also worked with a program that gives scholarships to indigenous children. However Maribel's family is not indigenous, so he told her that the only one the program could accept was Nadia because she is the only one that seemed to have indigenous features.

Maribel would pay for Nadia's school expenses (books, supplies, uniforms, fees, etc.) and have the factura (like a receipt but used for tax reporting purposes) written out in Edgar's name since he was her sponsor for the scholarship. When Nadia turned 11 or 12 years old, Edgar told the family that she was required to do horas sociales (community service hours) as part of her scholarship. Edgar no longer worked at the school, but instead was teaching at a the University. In fact, he spent his time split between the local campus and the one in Guatemala City - five hours away. In order to fulfill her community service hours, Edgar would take Nadia with him to his office at the local University where she would help him around the office, mostly by cleaning, filing paperwork, or arranging his bookshelves. Once in a while he'd drop her off at his house so that she could babysit his infant grandson.

When Nadia was 13 years old, Edgar invited her to attend a three-day workshop for the scholarship recipients. The workshop would be taking place at the University in Guatemala City. Although he had an apartment in the City, he arranged for Nadia to stay with his secretary at her apartment. On the way there Edgar asked Nadia what she planned to wear for Friday evening since there was going to be a Gala. Nadia of course said that she was going to wear her normal clothes since her family didn't have the money to buy her anything fancy. Of course that won't do, so Edgar said that he'd buy her nicer clothes since most of what she was wearing was old and barely fit her, otherwise the others would not accept her. In fact, he sent his secretary with her to buy a nice black dress for Friday. The workshops were about several topics including earthquake and fire-safety, but were only a few hours each day and were led by two instructors. There were about 10 other students present, girls and boys, most of whom were a little bit older than Nadia. During their free time Nadia would go with Edgar and he showed her around the campus explaining what each building was and taking pictures of her so that she could show her family later. Edgar told her that if she studied hard maybe she could attend this university and become an attorney some day - just like him.

So hopefully you've been reading this lovely story with a grain of salt. During this time, behind the scenes things went very wrong. (WARNING: The story gets ugly here, you might want to skip down a few paragraphs.) Edgar started telling Nadia stories about how when she was little she used to tell him that she wanted to be his girlfriend, and that she would hug him and kiss him on the lips. He used this story to start taking advantage of her. He told her that since she had wanted to be his girlfriend, that now that she was older she had to be his girlfriend. He said that girlfriends and boyfriends are supposed to keep secrets for each other. He started touching her, rubbing her legs, kissing her, and telling her that this is what boyfriends and girlfriends do - just ask anybody.

A few months later there was another three-day workshop at the University in the City. Again, Edgar invited Nadia to attend. This time, however, she would be staying at his apartment because his secretary could not host her. Knowing that this arrangement looked inappropriate, Edgar assured her that they would not be alone - the apartment has three bedrooms and someone else would also be coming to stay in the third bedroom, although no one ever did. That night he asked her to help him record the grades for one of his classes. He started drinking a little bit as they were working. When Nadia became tired she excused herself and went to bed. Edgar continued drinking by himself in the other room. In the middle of the night Edgar burst into her room and climbed into her bed. He told her that these were things that boyfriends and girlfriends have to do. He raped her and told her that boyfriends and girlfriends aren't supposed to tell anyone about the things that they do together. Afterwards she was bleeding. He gave her some pills to take. She didn't know what they were for so she didn't take them. She showered and eventually fell asleep crying. In the morning he was gone. He called her and told her that he had arranged for her to go home (a day early) on a shuttle. He warned her that she shouldn't tell her mother about what they had done because she wouldn't believe her anyway. When Nadia arrived home early and her mother asked her what had happened, Nadia just said that she had felt uncomfortable because Edgar had been drinking and that she wanted to come home because she had started her period early (almost a full month early).

The holiday season began and Nadia didn't have to go do her community service hours as much. During this time she avoided being alone with him. But when her 14th birthday came around, Edgar and his wife invited Nadia out for dinner and he told her that they wanted to give her a birthday present. The three of them went to dinner together, and then his wife said she had some errands to run and left separately. Afterwards Edgar took Nadia to buy her a cell phone for her birthday - saying that it was from both he and his wife. Then he told her that he had to run an errand before dropping her off at home. He drove to an area she didn't recognize and pulled into an auto-hotel, when they pulled in someone pulled the gate down behind them. He took her into a room that had a bed on it, where he raped her again, covering her head with a pillow so she couldn't scream. He told her that this was payment for the new cell phone. Afterwards he warned her again that she shouldn't tell anyone. Besides, who would believe you? I am a powerful man and you are just a little girl.


After this she avoided him at all costs. If he came to her house she pretended to be asleep in her room. She made excuses not to do her community service hours. She told her mother the workshops were boring so that she wouldn't have to go to City with him again. She was scared to tell her mother what had happened. She didn't think anyone would believe her. But after a few weeks, Nadia didn't have a choice because she was pregnant.

Now Nadia is 15 years old and has a 6 month old baby. Her mother and her sisters are supporting her, helping her with the baby, and supporting her decision to file charges against Edgar. But everyone else seems to have turned against Nadia and her family.

  • Some of her family thinks that she is a disgrace to the family because she is an unwed mother.
  • Her father said that they should find the man and make him marry her and take responsibility for his child.
  • When they filed the complaint and the charges with the police and the prosecutor's office - someone in that office warned him so that he was able to run away before they arrested him.
  • A judge arranged for his family to meet with her mother, Maribel, to negotiate. Even though negotiation is not an option in rape cases involving minors. 
  • His wife and adult children have offered her money in exchange for dropping the charges.
  • Several people have "volunteered" to adopt the baby. The baby which is the only proof that a rape occurred. This includes his own family and some of his colleagues.
  • Even an attorney who was supposed to be helping them with their case suggested a monetary settlement even though there is an option to request monetary compensation within the criminal and civil processes. 
  • Maribel believes that Edgar is hiding out in his mother's home within the city - but even though there is a warrant for his arrest the police refuse to go look for him unless she is absolutely certain he is there. 
  • Nadia is afraid that someone will kidnap her baby, or do something to harm her and/or her family.
This case is heartbreaking and disheartening. In it we see all the battles faced by victims of sexual violence in Guatemala. How do you work from within a patriarchal and machista culture that blames the victim and sees no fault in the man's action, especially with a corrupt criminal justice system that encourages impunity?


But the worst part about this story... is that there is more to it. She isn't the only girl he has sexually molested or raped. He molested Nadia's older sister. He raped another young girl who ended up moving to another city with her mother and living in an apartment that Edgar pays for. Turns out that he was removed as the director of that school because someone had complained about sexual abuse, even though at the time they said it was because of problems with the staff.

I strongly suspect that he is part of a child trafficking and sexual exploitation ring, and maybe a lot of the other "well respected" people in town are in on it as well. Why? Well, granted, not all the details are in this story. But here goes:

  • This is a border region where there is an especially high risk of human trafficking. 
  • What kind of scholarship program has sponsors pay their student's expenses directly? And if the University and the scholarship program put together these three-day workshops why were there only 10 students? 
  • Why did he take almost 25 pictures of her after buying her the new clothes?
  • And that "Gala" that he bought her the dress for - apparently the students were just kind of paraded in front of a group men - it was not really a party.
  • Edgar told Nadia not to say anything to anyone at the workshop, unless they directly asked her a question she knew an answer to. And Edgar kept the notebook in which she had taken notes during the workshop, supposedly because those notes could not leave the University.  
Truth is... there are several other elements that have led me, and the attorneys at MTM, to believe that there is a ring of sexual exploitation in this town. And since this guy is an attorney and is well connected - it is going to be impossible to get a fair trial locally.


:: We Hate Men ::

So after meeting with that client in Huehue you can imagine that we were all emotionally exhausted. As we sat for dinner and mulled over the details suddenly the three women from MTM start ranting about how much they hate men. Can you blame them? They see cases like this all the time. They face judges who think that filing charges for "violence against women" is a joke. The news talks about cases like that of Mindy Rojas whose husband cut off her face and left her for dead. She survived and filed charges against him, a few months later she was assassinated. They live in a country where femicide (or feminicide) and sexual violence are everyday realities. They, and probably every woman they know, have been victims of inter-familial violence. 

Mid-rant one of them turns to me and says, "I know you have a boyfriend, and maybe he's the exception. But I'm sorry. I just hate men."

And just so you know, because I know some of you are asking yourself this - No. All three of them are not Lesbians. One is Lesbian, one is Bi-Sexual, and one is Heterosexual.

But I must say, being in Guatemala really makes me appreciate the U.S. and men in the U.S. Walking down the street and being called mamacita, cachetona, linda, gordita, preciosa, etc. by men of all ages, and I mean ALL AGES, gets old really fast. As I walk down the street I size up every man I see before I determine how close I'm willing to walk when I go past him. This all makes me feel really fortunate that I've got some good men in my life. Men who are not going to take advantage of me, abuse me, or treat me as inferior or insignificant. And that I can walk down the street in Los Angeles, or Boston, without fearing that I might be targeted just because I am a woman. I have not lost faith in the opposite sex just yet.


:: You Are Missing Out America ::

This is the last part of this blog entry, I promise!

Friday I attended a workshop hosted by Project Consulting Services (PCS) about the Rights of Migrant Women. There were people, mostly women, representing organizations that work with migrant women in Mexico, Guatemala, El Salvador, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica. It was a small group, so everyone talked about their work as well as the conditions facing migrants, or specifically migrant women, in their countries. 

I mention this partly because it follows this week's theme. Mostly, this small group of women, and men, really impacted me. Every part of this semester in Guatemala has been a learning experience. Things like this workshop are broadening my perspective on migration as an international issue. I absolutely loved that these women from different countries were coming together to discuss how their work compliments each other's work and how they could coordinate to provide better services to this migrant population. The issues they talked about are things that inevitably have come up in the U.S. The effects of deportation on families. The causes of female migration and how it is invisible when the male migrant's experience is considered the norm. The dangers of migration for women, especially in regard to sexual violence, and sexual and reproductive health. The vulnerability of women and children to human trafficking. 

The truth is that I feel like we are missing out. Human Rights organizations in Latin American countries are reaching out to each other to build a bigger network, and the U.S. is not included. Why? Maybe its as simple as the language barrier - our information is in English and theirs is in Spanish. Or because in the U.S. the Spanish language and anything Latin American is not appreciated, and is in fact looked down upon. They are doing incredible research in the area of human rights, research that is interesting and useful because it is directly related to processes that are occurring in the U.S., but we can't access that information. The U.S. is literally building walls along its southern border, shutting its doors to Latin American immigrants. And through its increasingly nativist attitude - shutting down the opportunity for information sharing and collaboration at an international level.

Latin America is indivisible from the United States. What happens in the U.S. effects what happens in Latin America and vice versa. It is time to stop closing our eyes and pretending that if we can't see it, it is not there, or if you just ignore them, they'll go away. Grow up America. 


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Date: Sunday, Mar. 20, 2011
Days in Guatemala: 57
Date of Return to Los Angeles: May 4, 2011
Date of Return to Boston: May 18, 2011
Barbri Bar Prep Start Date: May 19, 2011
Graduation Date: May 27, 2011
California Bar Exam: July 26-28, 2011

Friday, January 21, 2011

Exciting News!

So, over the past year or so I have been preparing myself to submit an Equal Justice Works Fellowship application. This included meeting with the attorneys at KIND last year over winter break, completely reworking my schedule to include the Juvenile Justice seminar, writing two research papers regarding immigrant youth and/or special immigrant juvenile status, working to have one of those papers published, interning at KIND over the summer, putting together a proposal so we could get KIND's headquarter's on board, then writing the real proposal for the EJW Fellowship application with probably a total of 8 revisions in one month, and waiting for several months to hear anything from them.

Well, in the middle of final exams, they called. I was a semi-finalist, which means that I would have the opportunity to interview with potential sponsors. I was lucky enough to have two possible sponsors - Microsoft and a national law firm. For a while it seemed like my interviews would be during exam period - it was a bit of a nightmare. But both ended up being pushed back until this week. On Monday I interviewed with Microsoft at their Corporate offices in Redmond, just outside of Seattle, WA. Tuesday morning I was back home, and interviewing with the law firm in Santa Monica, CA. Although I was prepared, and confident in my interviews, I couldn't help but feel just a little bit of doubt.

Thursday I received notification from Microsoft that they were awarding me a 2011 EJW Fellowship!!! I'm still in shock!

This means that from September 2011 to August 2013 I will be working as an in-house attorney for KIND in Los Angeles. My project focuses on one-parent special immigrant juvenile status, and trying to establish procedural clarity for one-parent cases in order to develop a training manual that can be used by other attorneys in the future. (Special Immigrant Juvenile Status is for kids for whom reunification with one or both parents is not viable due to abuse, neglect, or similar basis under state law, and for whom it is not in their best interest to be returned to their country of origin.) I will be partnering with UC Irvine Law School's pro bono programs so that UCI law students can work on the family law and immigration cases of youth in immigration deportation proceedings. This means that I'll training and supervising law students who will help with my cases, and that we will be focusing on serving kids in Orange County.

The fact that I even have a job lined up for after law school - is already a big deal. The fact that I have a job doing exactly what I wanted to be doing - is incredible! I feel like all the pieces fell into the right places this year.

I've got high hopes for this EJW Fellowship, and for this semester's Human Rights Semester in Practice in Guatemala.