Saturday, March 30, 2013

Vacation on a Lost Island



            Yesterday Janae, Neyla and I headed off for a 6-day adventure to a small and isolated island in Micronesia called Kosrae.  The island is not at all like Majuro.  It is not a series of tiny flat islands, but a mountainous island with beautiful dense rainforests.  The island was such that there was no room for an airport, so a small reef island was built off the northeast coast to accommodate an international airport.  Believe it or not, this airport was even smaller than the Majuro airport.  There was a tiny 8x10 room where customs checked you in and then the baggage claim room was about the size of a large hotel room.  When you left these tiny rooms and opened the doors you felt like you were in the show Lost or in the movie Jurassic Park.  There seemed to be little or no modern development and the jagged mountains and cliffs were draped in bright green jungle trees and plants.  I had never seen anything like it. 
            Our hosts who own the pristine and natural Pacific Treelodge Resort greeted us at the airport and drove us on the small canopied road around a few tiny villages and dwellings to the east side of the island to our home for the next 6 days.  The Lodge was built into an amazing mangrove just across the tiny road from a magnificent bay.  Our room was nice and clean and tropical, but the best part of this Micronesian gem of a lodge was the restaurant.  There was a narrow bridge that was built through the mangrove rainforest and on it was a small sign labeled, “restaurant.”  As we walked through the mangrove across this bridge you were transported to a swampy mangrove with beautiful trees and plants and after about 100 yards of the bridge was a beautiful canal whose depth fluctuated by the rising and sinking tides.  The restaurant was built as a sort of massive pier above the mangrove and canal and with an incredible view of two lush mountain peaks.  It was undoubtedly one of the best views I had ever seen. 
            After we had lunch at this beautiful place, we ventured for a walk to Lelu Village.  Lelu village was one of the 5 small villages on Kosrae.  The people there were warm and welcoming and offered to help us find our way.  The green natural beauty of the village was a breath of fresh air from over-crowded Majuro.  Along our walk we saw several local fishermen with nets and spears, Peace Corps volunteers jogging, local women cutting down the tiny native bananas and the “Sleeping Lady of Majuro.”  This “woman” can be seen in the mountains of the island.  The horizon of the mountains of the island appeared as if there was a gigantic woman lying down on her back.  The ancient legend of the island says that originally the gods had put a man there, but that only a woman could birth a nation of people.  So, the gods put a woman to watch over the island. 
            A gracious couple, Mark and Maria, owns our lovely Lodge.  Maria is Italian by origin, but came here 6 years ago as a diving tourist and decided to stay.  She is incredibly kind and warm and invited Neyla to an Easter Egg Hunt last night and then invited our whole family to an Easter Saturday dinner.  It was delicious and a fantastic way to spend our first night in Kosrae.  The Kosraen staff at the lodge are also incredibly kind.  They offered to watch Neyla while Janae and I ate and played with her, read to her and allowed us to have a meal to ourselves.  The Micronesian people love babies and will always offer to watch your baby, and as much as we love Neyla it’s nice to have a 10 minute break during a meal every so often. 
            Today is Easter Sunday here and we are having a nice quiet day.  As it is in the Marshall Islands, Sundays are truly days for rest where nothing is open.  Our first 24 hours in Kosrae has been magnificent and we are excited for the rest of our week.  

Vacation on a Lost Island



            Yesterday Janae, Neyla and I headed off for a 6-day adventure to a small and isolated island in Micronesia called Kosrae.  The island is not at all like Majuro.  It is not a series of tiny flat islands, but a mountainous island with beautiful dense rainforests.  The island was such that there was no room for an airport, so a small reef island was built off the northeast coast to accommodate an international airport.  Believe it or not, this airport was even smaller than the Majuro airport.  There was a tiny 8x10 room where customs checked you in and then the baggage claim room was about the size of a large hotel room.  When you left these tiny rooms and opened the doors you felt like you were in the show Lost or in the movie Jurassic Park.  There seemed to be little or no modern development and the jagged mountains and cliffs were draped in bright green jungle trees and plants.  I had never seen anything like it. 
            Our hosts who own the pristine and natural Pacific Treelodge Resort greeted us at the airport and drove us on the small canopied road around a few tiny villages and dwellings to the east side of the island to our home for the next 6 days.  The Lodge was built into an amazing mangrove just across the tiny road from a magnificent bay.  Our room was nice and clean and tropical, but the best part of this Micronesian gem of a lodge was the restaurant.  There was a narrow bridge that was built through the mangrove rainforest and on it was a small sign labeled, “restaurant.”  As we walked through the mangrove across this bridge you were transported to a swampy mangrove with beautiful trees and plants and after about 100 yards of the bridge was a beautiful canal whose depth fluctuated by the rising and sinking tides.  The restaurant was built as a sort of massive pier above the mangrove and canal and with an incredible view of two lush mountain peaks.  It was undoubtedly one of the best views I had ever seen. 
            After we had lunch at this beautiful place, we ventured for a walk to Lelu Village.  Lelu village was one of the 5 small villages on Kosrae.  The people there were warm and welcoming and offered to help us find our way.  The green natural beauty of the village was a breath of fresh air from over-crowded Majuro.  Along our walk we saw several local fishermen with nets and spears, Peace Corps volunteers jogging, local women cutting down the tiny native bananas and the “Sleeping Lady of Majuro.”  This “woman” can be seen in the mountains of the island.  The horizon of the mountains of the island appeared as if there was a gigantic woman lying down on her back.  The ancient legend of the island says that originally the gods had put a man there, but that only a woman could birth a nation of people.  So, the gods put a woman to watch over the island. 
            A gracious couple, Mark and Maria, owns our lovely Lodge.  Maria is Italian by origin, but came here 6 years ago as a diving tourist and decided to stay.  She is incredibly kind and warm and invited Neyla to an Easter Egg Hunt last night and then invited our whole family to an Easter Saturday dinner.  It was delicious and a fantastic way to spend our first night in Kosrae.  The Kosraen staff at the lodge are also incredibly kind.  They offered to watch Neyla while Janae and I ate and played with her, read to her and allowed us to have a meal to ourselves.  The Micronesian people love babies and will always offer to watch your baby, and as much as we love Neyla it’s nice to have a 10 minute break during a meal every so often. 
            Today is Easter Sunday here and we are having a nice quiet day.  As it is in the Marshall Islands, Sundays are truly days for rest where nothing is open.  Our first 24 hours in Kosrae has been magnificent and we are excited for the rest of our week.  

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Basketball Marshallese Style




             Marshall Islanders and I have one very important thing in common: a love of basketball. A few weeks after Bryan, Neyla and I arrived, I got a knock on my door and two women, Neiar and Marie, invited me to play on their basketball team for the Town of Uliga. I agreed with ample warnings that I’m hideously out of shape and haven’t played basketball for quite some time. I showed up to the first game a week later slightly confused, since I’m the oldest player by 10+ years. Was this not an adult league? Neiar (I find out is our coach) tells me that in the Marshall Islands, basketball has historically been a “man’s” sport and volleyball a woman’s sport. Although that is changing and both sexes play more of both sports, the only women (read: girls) who play basketball are the younger generation. So it’s an all ages league, but that mostly includes teenagers… and me.
Janae's in the way back.  The Champion, Uliga Team.  
            I felt slightly weird about beating up on little kids, but that soon faded away as the old competitive Janae came out. We ended up winning all our games for the regular season, and then played Rita for the championship. The league is the Majuro Day League, and the government sponsors it. Each town (island) has a team… although Majuro has one 27-mile road going through it; it’s actually made up of a bunch of islands (now connected by manmade land & the road). Although I live on Delap, Uliga is the team that asked me to play so I represented that island. We ended up beating Rita in two games (it was a two loss system and out) and won the championship. I played as the center since I was the tallest person on our team. The next league for women is the Constitution Day League (called May Day here), which starts in April and goes into… you guessed it… May. The difference for that league is that each Atoll in the Marshall Islands has a team. For instance, Majuro will have one team for the whole atoll. I’ve already been claimed to play for Marie’s home atoll of Ebon.  I hope I make them proud.
            Now, I’d like to highlight the differences in basketball between the Marshall Islands and US. Let’s make a list:

1.     Shoes are optional. Not just basketball shoes, any shoes.
2.     It’s all outdoors.
a.     Wind. I figured out during the first game that all the locals shoot with almost zero arc. It took me until the next game (and 3 air balls) to figure out it’s because of the wind. The zero arc thing makes rebounding a three pointer way more interesting. It’s more about skill in geometry (anticipating the ricochet) and angles than fundamental boxing out.
b.     Rain delays. This isn’t something I had ever experienced with basketball before. Not only can a game get canceled, you can stop in the middle, and then restart the ½ later. Patience is key.
3.     Speaking of patience, Marshallese culture isn’t exactly know for their promptness. Marie warned me that a 6pm game really means 7pm “Marshallese time.” The best was when we had a 6pm game, which was 7pm. But then there was an argument about the roster, so we started at 7:45pm. Then there was a rain delay. I think I got home at 10:30pm that night. On top of that, the guy’s team had a game after ours. Patience. I thought I was pretty low key about time, but coming here made me realize I’m practically a New Yorker compared to these people.
4.     There’s an 8 second call which unlike in a rodeo, is actually a bad thing. It means you’ve taken 8+ seconds to get the ball past half court and results in a turnover (like a 10 second call in the States). Essentially it makes fast breaking mandatory, not optional.
5.     Cherry picking is encouraged.
6.     Giggling during a game is frequent.
7.     Stopping of play because of rain (already mentioned), stray dogs, kids running onto court… all happened.
8.     I got paid cash for winning, and not only was it legal; the government gave me the money.
9.     Free throws are an art here, due to the wind. I tried to calculate the wind speed, direction and then place myself on the appropriate place on the free throw line so I could keep my stroke exactly the same. Let’s just say, it did not work. I think my free throw average was 50%.
10.  My extremely multi-dimensional play was subdued to layups only and a couple of close jump shots. I really can’t be that unpredictable when, as a defender, you should definitely give me the 3 pointer every time. I was maybe 0 of 4 from the 3-point line.
11.  My team did not understand that you should give the other team the 3 pointer every time.
12.  Lots of people come out to watch the games. Given that this country doesn’t have a pro or even college league, the Majuro Day League and the May Day League are the big events here.

So that’s about it for basketball. It was fun, but I’m coping with the time expectations and being more flexible about cancellations. I’m striving to adapt to island time lifestyle since I’m island living. 

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Atoll Livin'...


            It really is quite amazing living on this tiny Atoll in the middle of such a vast ocean such as the Pacific.  When I look up at the stars at night and I see them glowing and twinkling I start to realize just where I am after the business of the day has made me forget.  I think about where we are on a map of the world and it makes me chuckle and shake my head sometimes.  Every Atoll has an ocean and lagoon side, and there are few parts on the island where you can’t see both sides.  I live right on the ocean on the thickest part of Majuro and it is less than a 5 minute walk to get to the lagoon.  There are days where I barely leave a space of less than one square block.  I wake up, exercise, watch the sunrise, walk 30 steps to breakfast, 15 back to my class, teach, go home, walk 20 steps to play basketball, go home, cook dinner and do some work.  This does not require me to go very far from home at all and yet I don’t have island fever or feel claustrophobic at all. 
            I have actually come to really like “Atoll living.”  It is nice living in a small community where the weather is amazing and you have a job that really gives you a sense of meaning and belonging in and to that community.  Of course there are things I miss about America and my beloved Chicago and Colorado. 
            On top of this list of course is family and friends.  We really enjoy our new friends here in Majuro, but dearly miss our loved ones back home.  With the time change it is difficult to Skype and keep in good communication, but we try our best.  We miss attending our family gatherings and seeing Neyla playing with her cousins.  We wish we could combine these two worlds, but alas it can’t be done. 
            I also miss Illini basketball, golf, Stephen Colbert, a good glass of Bourbon and a proper pint of beer.  It seems to be virtually impossible to get Big Ten Network in the Pacific and there are no golf courses here in Majuro.  The nearest golf course (and only one in the Marshall Islands) is on Kwajalein at a US military base, but from what I understand I wouldn’t be allowed to play..?  Stephen Colbert too is very difficult to find here, especially if you don’t have a TV.  Maybe I can convince him in a letter to come and do a show here in Majuro.  Alcohol is terribly expensive here and the selection is not great.  Buying it at the store is at least 3 times as expensive, but is actually a bit cheaper at restaurants.  The beer selection seems to be Heineken, Bud Light and few Aussie beers that I’m not a big fan of.  I can’t find any good Porters or Stouts, but then again, it’s not quite dark beer weather here. 
            There are however things that we don’t miss.  We don’t miss strip malls, television, American politics, mass media, “News,” or mass consumerism.  Not having a lot of those “distractions” has made it easier for us both to focus on our jobs, Neyla, each other, reading and just becoming better people.  Without all of the nonsense that modern technology seems to bring we are able to fill the time in our day more productively and with less empty fillers. 
            We will be home this summer and are very excited to see our friends and family.  I can’t wait to play golf and enjoy a proper drink afterwards.  While we’re home the Illini will be on summer break, but hopefully they will create some chaos in March Madness and I can watch them here in the middle of the night. 

Friday, March 1, 2013

Bikini... No not that Bikini!



            There was no school today in Majuro.  It is “Nuclear Victims & Survivor’s Day.”  It is a really challenging day to be an American in Majuro.  It makes you think about the actions that your country has taken and how it commands you to think and respond in some way.  As an American and a student of history I realize all too well that the actions of our government in foreign affairs is often quite immoral and wrong.  In the case of the Marshall Islands, the United States has tested 67 nuclear devices in this beautiful atoll nation, which have poisoned no less than 4 atolls making them uninhabitable and unable to produce food, and have led directly to an unprecedented high rate of cancers among the population.  Sadly, the American government denies that its actions have led to this alarmingly high cancer rate, but that’s what our government typically does.   

            The most infamous case of removing a people from their Atoll for testing was the case of the Bikini people.  In 1946 the American military appealed to this group of hunter and gatherer people with little or no knowledge of the modern world to leave their homes for, “The Good of Mankind.”  The US Generals took advantage of the Bikinian ignorance and their Christian faith by telling them that, “God would thank them for their sacrifice… and that someday soon you will be able to return to Bikini.” 

            Fast forward to 2013 and the Bikini people are a Diaspora spread throughout Oceania and the United States and are still not allowed back on Bikini because of the contamination.  In 1954 the United States “Bravo” bomb was tested in the lagoon of the Bikini Atoll.  This bomb was 1000 times more powerful than the bomb dropped over Hiroshima in 1945 that precipitated the end of WW2.  This Bravo test actually incinerated 3 of the islands in the Bikini Atoll.  This tiny, quiet and peaceful Atoll and its people were contaminated with the 2nd largest weapon ever used in human history, and for what?
A Nuclear Test in the Bikini lagoon from the air



            During the Cold War the United States was willing to do almost anything to “beat” the USSR, and its actions at Bikini demonstrate this.  One US general was quoted as saying, “There’s only 9000 people there, who cares?” in reference to the testing in the Marshalls.  I wonder if this general would’ve been so callous in his comments if he were talking about a small town of 9000 people in rural America?  I think we all know the answer to that one.  Why is it that American lives seem to be worth more to American leaders than people of other nations?  When will we live up to the stated belief that, “All people are created equal.”  There was a fantastic award winning documentary entitled Radio Bikini that was made in the late 1980’s about the testing and the contamination that followed and a equally fantastic book entitled For the Good of Mankind that should be mandatory reading for all Americans.  I highly recommend both!

            These tests have had many after affects other than destroying numerous islands and spreading cancer around the Marshalls.  It has also transformed many Marshallese into refugees from their native atolls and subsequently brought a cash society and modern life to a series of atolls that can barely be seen on a map.  I’m sure if you asked most Marshallese today (especially the wealthy ones), they wouldn’t want to give up basketball, flat bed trucks, hip hop and the internet; but the most successful transformations to a modern society happen organically and over time, they are not forced by an outside nation’s actions. 

A view from Bikini Island of the Bomb
            How ought Americans feel about this?  How should Americans react?  I am afraid that many wouldn’t care.  We have already seen comments from Tea Partiers about “cutting all foreign aid,” but if we did that we would be leaving a people that our actions changed hanging out to dry.  The Bikini people have now been recipients of 10’s of millions of dollars in reparations from the United States government, but one big reward payment that they won in a makeshift International mediation court has not yet been paid.  This money pays for development of the islands the Bikini people were moved to and for Bikini children to go to school.   Many now to move to more modern and developed places like Oregon or California, but some of the older and recently deceased Bikinian leaders worry that this will only result in the elimination of what it used to mean to be a Bikinian.  Is the ease of a modern life worth more than the destruction of a culture and people that have lasted independently for 1000’s of years?

          These questions are difficult if not impossible to answer.  But one thing is for certain; we should never stop the reparations and support we give to the Bikini people and the Marshall Islands.  Colin Powell had a policy that he followed of, “if you break it, you bought it.”  Our actions have broken what was a proud and traditional society and until they get back on their feet and fully figure out what it means to be Marshallese in the modern world, we are morally obligated to assist them.  
           

            (Here is a great poem by a Marshallese poet, please watch!)

Friday, February 8, 2013

Some perspective would help...


           I work really hard on a daily basis to find positives in everything.  Some days and with some people this can be a difficult task, but a worthwhile one.  People who are continually negative and have a pessimistic view on seemingly everything perplex me.  I often remember the film “American Beauty” and recall how the main character can find beauty even in an old plastic bag being blown by the wind.  It may seem silly, but I don’t know how you could get through life sanely without making extra effort to have a positive outlook. 

For some people this can be quite easy.  I’m sure we all know those who are always kind, happy and positive; however, I’m just as sure that we all know those people who are rude, downers and negative about everything.  The world is full of so much negativity; civil war in Syria, 2 disastrous wars fought by America, rape in India, terrorists gaining ground in Mali, bombings in Turkey and on and on and on.  However, the little things in life are often overlooked.  The smile between two strangers, the warm embrace between a father and his daughter at the airport or the person that takes time from his day to feed and listen to a homeless person. 

All too often our collective attention via the mass media is drawn to the negative, but rarely are the small positives that occur every minute, every hour and every day are brought to our attention.  This wave of negativity is not just seen through the mainstream media, but also in social media.  The negativity of political posts and discussions has hit a chronic level.  I am willing, if not eager, to discuss and debate via Facebook, but the rude and overtly negative posts unwilling for intellectual discussion have gotten all too common.  The few, but refreshing, posts with uplifting quotes or images can be inspiring, but are way too frequent to the hatred and disrespect afforded to our elected officials.  My hope is that our modern society could take stock a bit more of just how fortunate we are and how beautiful the world can be and not disregard the negative in the world, but measure it against the positive that is not seen in the small moments of the day.  

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Not a Paradise for all...


           As you may have read in my previous blog Janae, Neyla and I have found a little paradise for us.  I love my teaching job.  Janae and Neyla love spending so much time with each other.  We love the simpler, slower way of life here, but Majuro and the Marshall Islands are not a paradise for all who live here.  The average per capita income here is less than $2000 per year and the country is so far away from everything that simple imported food costs as much and usually more than it does in the United States where the average income is 20 times higher.  The history of the Marshall Islands is an interesting one and like any other country, they have a hard time stepping out from the shadow of their history, even when they try. 
            The first people came here approximately 2000 years ago.  Not much other than Island legends are for sure known of early Marshallese life other than they were great fisherman, sailors in their amazing outriggers and used innovative “stick charts” that were used for navigating the Pacific.  In the early 1500’s Spanish explorers ran into the series of Atolls and brought Christianity to the Marshallese.  Even to this day Christianity is a very dear to most of the Marshallese people.  Somewhere along the way English explorer John Marshall also ran into the islands though never set foot on them and yet somehow his name was used to describe these islands.  It is quite strange to me that they never officially changed the name of the country to something more for the people and not named after an English guy who never really came here.
The Spanish claimed the islands, but had very little to do with anything here until they sold the islands to the Germans in the mid 19th Century.  I find it similarly strange that the Spanish could sell a bunch of islands to another country that they just happen to stumble upon 3 centuries ago.  The Germans didn’t seem too interested in these islands as several of the Germans who came here famously declared that these coral Atolls had no real value and would never be a productive branch of the Empire.  Therefore, aside from a few Germans coming here and mixing into Marshallese culture and bringing some of western culture with them, the Germans didn’t have a major impact here.  After WW1, the Japanese moved in and took over and quickly moved many men to the Island in an attempt to modernize these “backwards” people.  The Japanese brought schools, roads and even new modern inventions, as they were a newly industrialized nation.  The Japanese, like many other colonial nations, always saw themselves as superior to those they were ruling and believed Marshallese culture primitive and quite silly. 
Let’s skip forward to after WW2.  The United States beat the Japanese in the Pacific and now were left with a bunch of islands to dole out essentially as they see fit.  The Marshalls were taken in by the United States as a protectorate, but not out of benevolence, the USA wanted something.  As one of the two dominant superpowers in the post-war world, the United States wanted something from everyone.  They had used Nuclear weapons against Japan, but little was still really known about this new weapon or just how powerful or potent it could be.  The military wanted to know more about effects and potential ways to utilize the newly found power of the atom. 
Leaders from the United States Navy went to a small Atoll in the northern part of the Marshalls, called Bikini.  There were just a few hundred people living on this Atoll and the USA wanted them to leave.  The military thought this would be the perfect place to test Nuclear weapons.  Why you may ask would they “need” an inhabited atoll when there were uninhabited atolls and islands that could be use?  Great question, and through much research I’ve yet to find an answer.  Apparently, to some US officials this was a perfect location and type of Atoll to nuke and destroy.  The officials used references to Christianity to the primitive leaders of the Bikini people and tried to convince them to leave for the “good of mankind.”  They did and now it is poisoned forever and the Bikini people are spread throughout the world in a sort of Diaspora.  That’s the short story, if you want to read the long one, check out a great book by Jack Niedenthal called, For the Good of Mankind. 
The largest bomb in human history ever exploded happened in 1954 in the Bikini Atoll, it was so large that it completely incinerated one of the islands in the Atoll and the nuclear dust and waste poisoned another near Atoll called Rongerik.  To the people living on Rongerik, this is known as the day of two suns.  As the Sun was rising in the East the Nuclear explosion went off in the west and looked as if another sun was rising.  The military knew the wind forecast for the day and that Rongerik would likely be poisoned, but they exploded the bomb anyway exposing the children of that atoll to burns and cancer, which obviously followed. 
This use of Marshallese land for over 50 nuclear explosions has linked the USA to the Marshall Islands forever.  In no way can the United States ever make up for destroying Bikini Atoll and incinerating 3 of its islands.  In no way can the United States make up for the cancer and fallout sickness.  But it is the duty of the United States to try to make up for this shame.  They supply much of the money for the Marshallese medical and postal system and many grants to the schools and public works.  Modern life was brought to an island ill equipped for modern life by the Japanese and Americans and now modern life here is dependent upon those two countries aid. 

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Fast-forward to 2013 and the Marshall Islands is a beautiful place with a proud but impoverished population.  The problematic issues here include, but are not limited to, street children with seemingly no parents and no school to attend, a quasi-feudal oligarchy that really rules the country, a climate that does not mix with modern life, an economy dependant upon foreign aid (it doesn’t have to be this way), and the most critical problem of all, global warming.  Scientists forecast that these coral Atolls have less than 50 years left if the warming trends continue at their current rates.  What happens to these people then when their country is submerged under the vast Pacific?  That remains to be seen, but in the present there are many folks here not living in the paradise that this country could be. 
The United Nations ranks every country in every region of the world for education based on how well their students perform on certain assessments.  The Marshall Islands has consistently ranked dead last in the Oceania region each and every year.  Part of the major problem is that the people who live on the “outer islands” have very little practical purpose for an education.  Most of them live a self-sustaining life with little or no knowledge of the modern world and to learn English and other core classes seems a bit silly.  Add to this that the government has mandated that all education be in English to a group of kids whom most rarely if ever speak English at home.  Then, if and only if, students pass an entrance exam in 8th grade are they allowed to attend of the few high schools in larger islands.  They then are forced to leave everything they’ve ever known behind and go to a more urban island to get a high school degree that again, serves little practical purpose for them.  It is difficult to assert the values of a modern western democracy into people who live on a self-sustaining tiny island disconnected from the modern world.  I wonder if education couldn’t be more practical here and a little less idealistic, as clearly the rankings show there are no results behind this attempt at a modern education system. 
The bigger problem stemming from this education system or lack thereof, is that unlike the United States, not all kids are mandated to go to school and if they were, there would be no way to afford it.  The tragic result is an over abundance of street children that really do nothing during the day.  They have no place in the community and grow up to continue to have no sense of belonging and purpose.  Crime is not very prevalent here in the Marshalls, but one can only wonder what will become of these street children as they grow up.  The birth rate here is one of the highest in the world at just over 7 and as population continues to rise and the government and economy are still unable to meet the needs of all of these children, hope starts to wane.  Something must be done about these children.  Some programs must be started, but as far as I can tell, little care is afforded to these poor souls.

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For Janae and I the climate here is beautiful.  At night it is in the low 70’s with a lovely wind off of the ocean and during the day even when it is sunny and mid to high 80’s the air conditioning is not needed as the same wind off the ocean is a welcome natural cooling device.  However, given these splendid positives of the climate, the over-whelming negative is the difficulty to keep anything clean and new.  The humid and salty air erodes all modern goods.  The life of electronics and metals are extremely low here and add to that the increased price since shipping here can be so challenging.  While a TV or computers are slightly more expensive here, their lifespan here is a quarter of what it’d be in Chicago or Colorado.  The “sweat” of humidity and salt collect everywhere and erode.  Cars are in horrible shape in just a year or two.  Buildings that look a half a century old are maybe a decade.  Freshly painted wood peels and looks as if it’d never been painted at all let alone just a few short weeks ago.  Add to this the fact that modern culture is extremely wasteful.  All the packaging and boxing up of things shipped in has to go somewhere and while the money isn’t here to recycle, the dump on the island is more than over-flowing.  No, not everything here is a paradise.  In fact, there are more practical problems and issues here than one could imagine.  Most people can see these clear issues, but don’t have the money or any ideas on how to resolve them.  The next generation of Marshallese is going to have quite the issues to deal with that much is clear.

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It is very difficult for any country to overcome their history and culture.  Many people can often become nostalgic about the worst part of their histories simply for the sake that it offers some sense of knowing who you are.  Americans rarely can understand this sentiment as we really don’t have too much of a deep history as a people.  Our country is very young and we have the luxury of starting on a sort of blank slate after the Native Americans were either forced off land or violently removed from much of American land.  The Marshall Islands’ history is one of tradition.  Traditionally each of the island Atolls had a unique group of people with some of their own traditions.  The two things that seem to unite Marshallese amongst all else are the Marshallese language and Christianity.  The official name of the country is The Republic of the Marshall Islands.  I suppose that in theory this country is a republic, but then there’s always reality with which to deal.   Historically, before modern life and a cash economy came to these atolls, each atoll had a chief called an Irojj.  They “owned” the land and their role was to take care of the people of their atoll.  It was a sort of feudal society as there was no money economy.  The Irojj was a first amongst equals and used his wisdom to ensure that all people of the island had what they needed.  This created a system like most hunter-gatherer societies have always had where private property not only didn’t exist but wasn’t a concept.  Most everything was shared and for the whole group to survive, everyone needed to pull their weight. 
This former style of life that somewhat still exists on some of the outer islands has been replaced for most Marshallese by modern life.  However, the Irojj’s still own all of the land, but now that land is worth money in a cash economy.  They can charge whatever rent they want to whoever they want and they reap all the profits simply by birth.  The piece of property that is worth the most in the Marshall Islands is on the largest of the atolls, Kwajalein.  It is worth so much because the United States still has a missile-testing base there and rents the land, not from the Marshallese government, but directly from the Irojj.  Therefore, the millions of dollars that the United States pays goes directly to the Irojj and rarely benefits anyone in Kwajalein.  In fact, Ebeye is the most populated island in Kwajalein and is actually the most densely populated place on Earth and is essentially a massive shantytown of 10,000 people.  The Irojj seemingly puts little, if any, of his profits into Ebeye, as his ancient duty suggests that he should.  In fact, the sad truth is that many of the Irojj’s take their profits and live abroad in Hawaii, California or Oregon. 
What occasionally happens on Majuro and the most populated atolls is that when the Irojj is low on cash, he will demand “rent” from those living on his land, as there is little or no public or private land in the Marshalls, it is all owned by an Irojj.  There is little in the way of “contracts” that bind this.  I’ve heard anecdotes of a renter paying for 5 years of rent to the Irojj and then the Irojj dying in 2 years and the new “landowner” comes looking for rent saying that that old agreement was with the last Irojj.  I haven’t studied the Marshallese Constitution in any substantial way, but this is seemingly all too commonplace to be illegal.  One of the major political parties here is for keeping the “rights” of the Irojj landowners and the other major party is a bit more progressive, wanting land reform and a more free and liberal economy where commoners can own land. 
The personally sad part in all of this for me is the tragic role that my country plays in this.  We keep paying 10’s of millions of dollars per year to the Irojj’s to use the base at Kwajalein as a missile testing center with the complete knowledge that the Irojj’s use this money for their personal gain and to keep this Oligarchy running.  It reminds me a bit of our silly support of the Saud family running Saudi Arabia.  We keep getting oil and cooperation from them and so we turn a blind eye to the human rights situation on the ground.  It is the same sort of situation often times here.  We keep our base, hand over money that could be developing a country to Medieval Lords who demand cultural and financial homage and the poor continue their struggle to gain simple human dignity.  I even heard a story that some Irojj’s demand that when you walk near them you get on your knees or if women do not wear their skirts all the way to their ankles they will face physical repercussions.  Of course, not all Irojj’s are like this, but the fact that it can happen legally at all is a travesty and the fact that we implicitly endorse this by again exchanging human rights for military bases is a shameful reality. 
            The biggest issue of all in the Marshall Islands is not one of opportunity or poverty, but one of science.  As global warming has persisted and the oceans have begun to rise, scientists essentially have predicted that small and flat coral atolls like the Marshalls will cease to exist in 50 or less years.  By this I mean to say that the entire country will lie beneath sea level and will become inhabitable.  What will happen then?  Where will the citizens of this country go?  Who will take them in?  When a country literally disappears from a map, do they still keep their government and voting rights in the UN?  Do you need land to have a country?
            All of these issues will need to be addressed in the future, since it is an almost certainty that some country, if not the Marshalls, will face this peculiar fate.  It has never been more important for this young generation of Marshallese to be dedicated to education and citizenship.  The many problems created in the last half a decade here will inevitably fall on their shoulders and I pray that I can inspire some of these young kids to take a hold of their country’s future and turn these struggles into a proper tropical paradise.