Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Free Range International: An Iconic Blog Folds

In the summer of 2010, I managed to get Tim Lynch an interview with Tim Hetherington via Skype. Apparently, the two hit it off. They compared notes, discussed mutual friends and acquaintances. It was one of the moments I was most proud of --the pairing of two people for whom I had huge reserves of admiration.

Last week, our friend Tim Lynch pulled the plug on his blog, Free Range International. The growing popularity of the blog, coupled with his detailed reporting was making it harder for him to get around the country and carry out his work. By far, it has consistently been the best boots-and-tires-on-the-ground blog about Afghanistan. It was written by that rare breed of individual who puts everything he has --heart, soul, and checkbook, into helping the country find a future of progress and promise through small cash-for-work projects.

I could always count on Tim for a well reasoned piece --especially when it came to detailing the gargantuan USAID administered projects that spent billions vs. small, efficiently run, well managed and considerably cheaper projects, like MIT's FabLab, which wired Jalalabad with WiFi for pennies.
For me, the irony of the graphic above is particularly acute when one considers that an 18-month World Bank funded infrastructure project to bring internet connectivity to Afghanistan began more than SEVEN YEARS ago and only made its first international link this June. That project, despite hundreds of millions of dollars in funding, is still far from being complete while FabLabbers are building useful infrastructure for pennies on the dollar out of their garbage.
There's no doubt, his writing on the blog ruffled a few USAID feathers. But truthfully, he spoke for every tax payer incensed that we're borrowing from generations yet born to pay for some pretty outrageous overages. If there were such a thing as an Afghan Tea Party leader, Tim would have had it in hands down. His rants were usually much anticipated, well deserved, and delivered. Few others had the up close personal knowledge, coupled with experience of working in the field (for almost a decade) as he. When Tim wrote, it meant we should pay attention to the use of resources both financial and most of all human. In his final post:
I have spent three years writing poorly edited posts in an effort to describe a way forward that did not cost billions. But our political leaders and military officers would rather hear that they could achieve results drinking tea from a con man (Greg Mortenson) peddling news too good to be true then from one of their own. Shura’s are how Afghans solve problems; few of us internationals have the language skill, patience, or reputations required to get things done with a Shura. Sitting down to drink tea while being humble means nothing to Afghans; they have seen enough good intentions and are now only interested in results.
Tim was adept and specific when it came to revealing the necessity and good work contractors carry out. They are not as the media paints them -thugs with guns beating up locals. They are carrying out a variety of jobs with a broad range that from security, delivering humanitarian aide, and building infrastructure. Tim dispelled many of the untruths and wrong impressions that the majority of Americans (thanks to some poor and biased reporting) have about contractors. He really did break new ground in our thinking about the role of contractors, bringing to light that they did not make the oodles of money so often assumed. In some ways, he did for contractors what Sebastian Junger and the late Tim Hetherington did in describing the brotherhood of soldiers.

Thanks Tim. It was a good ride. Yours was a much needed and critical voice. It was refreshing, that blast of reality that we yearned for. Be safe out there, my friend. We'll see you when you are back on home turf, but frankly it is difficult to imagine you anywhere else but Afghanistan, or some other place where everything requires a strategy.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Tim Hetherington: Memorial, NYC





These are the only photos of the memorial I'm going to post. Senator McCain's office arranged for two flags that had flown over the Capitol, to be sent to Tim's memorial. Andi Fehl was nice enough to request, and then ride the train all the way from DC with the flags on her lap. Aron Hijar, Brendan O'Byrne, Marc Solowski, and Santana Rueda presented them to the love his of his life, Idil Ibrahim, and to his parents, Judith and Alistair Hetherington. Four weeks between his death and the memorial didn't lessen the impact of losing a friend. But the time apart helped us see beyond our own sadness to the path ahead.
There was good news later that evening: A baby was born --the son of one of Tim's friends. I think I saw this couple at the memorial. The baby was hanging low on the very petite mother. All I could think was, "That baby is due any minute!" And so a sad day was brought up by a birth.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Skateistan


Skateistan is cool. How cool? Afghanistan cool. It's a small NGO, a group of skaters from Australia who started the first ever indoor skate school in Kabul. They not only teach kids to skate --they're also able to work in literacy, health, arts and internet technology. Here's a group of girls from Kabul, making a video for another group of girl skaters in Seattle. After the video skip to the jump.

Video response for SLAG (Skate Like A Girl) from Skateistan on Vimeo.

None of this ... would have been possible under the Taliban. See how happy these girls are? Personally, I can't imagine life under the Taliban. Women covered up, no kite flying, no music, no books. All of this is very fragile --Skateistan, and other small NGO projects. Keep Afghanistan free. Let the kids fly kites, learn, hear music, read and skate.

(Our son was a long boarder. He would take his long board to the local hills and careen down them at unspeakable speeds. We used to get people knocking at our door --both in admiration and scorn. He was very, very good. Graceful and athletic. He still boards, thought not as much, ever since he got a car).

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

When Things Go Wrong

Have you ever had one of the moments where you know what's being done is wrong?
I've been having extensive dentistry since September. It's taken that long because I find the whole thing exhausting, not to mention obscenely expensive. I had a crown replaced. Before he cemented the new one in he said, "I'm thinking that maybe you're going to need a root canal."
I said, "Well, let's do it then."
"No, let's wait and see," he said.
Clamp. Cement. Instant-dry.
Four months later.
Massive pain.
Yesterday, root canal.
Last night, no sleep.
Today, groggy. Not feeling great.
Last night I read online. Those who are in the process of having a root canal, may find it hurts after they take out the rotted pulp. (You see, they pack it with disinfectants and such, but essentially you have a hole in the tissues near the jaw line until they can fill it the next week with putty called gutta percha). Therefore, when the barometric pressure drops, or flying on a plane may cause extreme pain.
After all, one has a hole in their head.
Check. Raining last night and today. Pain.
Check. Six hour flights on Saturday and Wednesday.
Wondering why I didn't smack the crown out of the dentist's hands all those months ago.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Divine Energy: Tim Hetherington


"The coffin bearing the body of British photojournalist and filmmaker Tim Hetherington is carried from the Jesuit Church of the Immaculate Conception in London, on May 13, 2011. Tim Hetherington was killed in a suspected mortar attack while covering the conflict in the besieged Libyan city of Misrata, on April 20, 2011."
Dear Tim,
This picture leaves me gasping, shaking my head, and just a little bit ticked. It seems so static, so --not you. I just keep thinking no --there are projects to work on still. We have emails to exchange, texts to read. I have to answer your inquiries about my husband, and the kids. You were to meet Kat this spring, or maybe the summer in NYC. You would have seen a daughter who moves with the grace of a willow. No, that is not you in that picture above. Can't be. Doesn't make any sense at all. There's no way in hell a box could ever hold your spirit.

Sebastian, Laura, Dan and I went to an event in Hollywood. The four of us followed each other around single file. Dan called us "his fire squad," and insisted on "bringing up the rear." But what we really resembled was a line of ducks hoping to find our fifth so we could be airborne once again. The last time I saw you, I got a big hug. I gave you a little book of photographs. As always, you inquired about my husband, our children. I told you not-so-jokingly, to "hire me again." You nodded your head, took me seriously, and I know we would have done so again.
But I never knew I'd be working for you alone. You used to call me 'our secret weapon.' Now a bunch of us are being that for your friends.Look, I don't have time to think about that stupid wooden box. Not with you sending all this divine energy my way. I mean, Tim --you surprise me by pushing work my way. Like this project, which you seem to be directing from up above. There's no other explanation. Within 1 hour after Dave Emerson approached me, we had an agreement. 2 hours later, his mother agreed to find homes for everyone to stay in. 48 hours later, we had a project manager. 3 days later, someone offered to write a pattern, pick out washable wool yarn and organize a knitting team. A KNITTING team! Where did that inspiration come from? Could it be cold weather days from your childhood in England? Has to be, because between you and me, wool knit scarves are not California, they're not me because I am allergic to wool. Wool is not even in my fashion lexicon. There's no way I dreamt that up.

Today, the retreat got a bard. A poet. She'll put together a chapbook, to be given away with the scarves. I concede the poetry makes sense as it's one of my gigs. But still. It had to be you who had me reciting Phillip Larkin's This be the verse, this afternoon.
Oh, stop laughing.
Yogis, therapists, knitters, poets, photographers... can the mix of people be any more magical and right?
I don't think so.
Maybe, you're my secret weapon? If so, I hope it stays that way. As your next big job is to discombobulate 10 of your friends and direct them to come to the retreat.
With gratitude and love (and a big hug to Idil, to whom I'll deliver it to from you next week),
Kanani

The Gratitude Post: Tim Describes the Experience of The Entirety of The Film RESTREPO

The Hetherington family held Tim's funeral in London this Friday, May 13th.

Film Independent, an organization in Los Angeles, shot this during one of the times Tim was in town. They've posted it as a tribute, and I think it summarizes Tim's experience with Restrepo.

"I think we risked everything making this film."
-Restrepo Filmmaker Tim Hetherington, on the making of the documentary

In Memoriam of Tim Hetherington, Film Independent Fellow from Film Independent on Vimeo.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Charlie Eggleston's & Tim's Cameras: 43 Years Apart

"For Tim's friends: His Mamiya camera is safe with our team, and we'll hand it over to his parents at the London funeral." -Human Rights Watch Organization

These poignant words, left on a Facebook page, are a reminder that although the camera is a technical piece of equipment, it is also the extension of a photographer's soul. It's not just witnessing events, or taking photographs as a means of documenting history, but sharing how one views the world, hopefully allowing the viewer to become embedded in the experience.

Restrepo pulled viewers into the experience of being at war by showing the humanity of soldiers, a group most people stereotype as emotionless and unthinking. If there could be only one reason for the military support community to love the film, it was because he and Sebastian shared something we know to be true: for all the horror and grief, there is love between those who serve.

I don't know what Tim's final images will show. But there will be some detail that drives home the situation in Misurata. Because like other great photographers who came before him, Tim always managed to find some quiet gesture amid turmoil.
The work of photojournalists has always enhanced our understanding of the world. Though 43 years apart, Tim shared something with a Vietnam era photojournalist.
Chris Tennyson is a local photographer and on staff at a rare find: an independent camera shop. Last year, someone came in and sold him a used camera. On the bottom were engraved two words: "UPI: Eggleston"
He did some research. Lo and behold, he had the late Charlie Eggleston's camera. It was one Charlie had most likely used while capturing images of Vietnam. Read about Chris' treasure, learn, and appreciate. Charlie and Tim. Two brave men, who along others, died while trying to bring the war home.

*Eggleston was also a Navy veteran. During his time in Vietnam, prior to becoming a photojournalist, he was awarded two bronze stars, two Navy commendation medals and South Vietnam's Honor Medal. If you knew Charlie Eggleston, Chris Tennyson would like to contact you. Please contact him through this blog, his blog, or look for him on Facebook.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Help a Soldier Say Good Bye To A Friend Of The 2/503

“I don’t want to not have these memories, because they’re the moments that make me appreciate all that I have.” -Sgt. Aron Hijar in the film, Restrepo.
"No Man's Land"
video
Time to pay it forward. It gives me pleasure to do this --as not only is he a veteran, turns out he's also my neighbor.
Former 2/503 Battle Co. Sgt. Aron Hijar wants say good bye to his friend, the late filmmaker and photojournalist Tim Hetherington. Since leaving the Army, Aron has been going to school on the GI Bill, seeing to his veteran's benefits through the VA, and helping his family --all of whom (despite their best efforts) find themselves unemployed in this horrible California economy. After fighting in the Korengal, Aron never thought he would come back to find the state in a staggering fiscal recession.

Aron was one of the two soldiers on hand to go with Sebastian and Tim to the Oscars. His invitation was earned after his years of service, and truthfully, the military could not have had better representation than him and Sgt.Misha Pemble-Belkin.
Aron would like to go to NYC for Tim's memorial later this month. His friends have put together this fundraiser to help get him there so that he can say good bye. Aron not only represents veterans, but also friend, brother and protector of one of art and photojournalism's great men.
"For he who gives his life shall always be my brother." -inscription from Tim's book, Infidel.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

War-Poetry and the 3/5 Marine Battalion's Final Roll Call

Check out War-Poetry, a site written by scholar Tim Kendall, a professor of English Literature, specializing in modern at Exeter University in the UK. Much of his posts are about the British poets whose work was shaped by WWI and WWII.

Futility
by Wilfred Owen
1893-1918

Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

Family and friends are welcome to view and tag photos of their loved ones who served in the 3rd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment (Darkhorse). Some of the men drove in from Camp Pendleton to partake in a small ceremony that takes place weekly in Old Town Orange. Organized by Vietnam veterans, and attended by those who served in all wars, it is a truthful, heartfelt, and at times, a devastatingly somber ceremony. The first Wednesday of each month, they call out the names of those who died the previous month. But still, the group has an overall feeling of acceptance, this is a family, a system of love and support, one that is misunderstood by 99% of the civilian population.

This month, the men of 3/5 who died in Helmand province had their names called as well. For each one called, the men said, "Accounted For." Each man who passed was not just a name, a rank, or a home town. He was a vivid, living memory, a bud that will always be in full bloom in the minds of the brothers who fought and loved them. Many will be going home this week.
Well done. God bless.

This week's motto is....

Uber

Monday, May 2, 2011

From The Hetherington Family: Donations In Honor of Tim

Photo by Tim Hetherington.
From the Milton Murgai School for the Blind Website

"For a while, the connection was mostly a formal one, until Hetherington, sojourning in neighbouring Liberia and curious about the war in Sierra Leone, turned up at Milton Margai. He had heard about rebel atrocities, and that they were blinding people, and wanted to take portraits for a project on human rights abuses. Perhaps because his trade is visual, he thought blindness was “a more powerful assault on the senses.” He wasn’t the first western journalist to turn up at the building on Wilkinson Road, but he’s the only one still going back 5 years later."
-from Rose George's blog on her friend Tim Hetherington

Mr. and Mrs. Hetherington have decided on 3 charities where donations may be made in their son's memory.

  • Human Rights Watch Tim worked with them for many years. Peter Bockaert and staff made sure Tim and Chris Hondros' bodies were evacuated from Misurata, and later from Benghazi.
"The Committee to Protect Journalists is an independent, nonprofit organization founded in 1981. We promote press freedom worldwide by defending the rights of journalists to report the news without fear of reprisal. Below are answers to some frequently asked questions about CPJ."
Tim followed his instincts and left us with a tactile sense of what was happening in the world though his creative vision and skills.

The Good Fight: Osama Is Dead


"An American watches a Spanish broadcast of a Polish version of American Rap.
Internatio
nal cooperation at its worst." -The Hubs writing from Afghanistan this morning

Well, the news poured in last night, and the obvious place to go was Facebook. The best commentary came from Feral Jundi, who found among other things that the compound built to hide OBL was eight times larger than anything else in around. Good job on the intel, and to all those who participated in the raid. I'm grateful for their service --especially for continuing the good fight during a time in which the American public has gotten more polarized, cynical, and dismissive.

The fight for human rights continues as the world's forces work against corruption, tyranny and subjugation in honor of those who have sacrificed. We are blessed to have service members from around the world working together and staying in the good fight. Onward!