Archive for January, 2009

Third parties and the possibility of Gossip

January 28, 2009

I had the idea, back in the States, that I would come to Char Fasson, perhaps hear stories from Shiraz, Rashida, or other people, and then go to the person about whom I had heard those stories and ask them directly to tell me about their experiences. I expected that in some cases people would refuse. I didn’t really expect people to outright lie.

I shouldn’t say that yet. In fact, it’s not fair to assume that Muzammel is lying to me.  After our short interview (literally 6 minutes), he followed me downstairs and conspiratorially whispered that he would tell me “everything” later.  But during the interview, he denied everything that I had heard about his situation.  The story was particularly interesting, as I had heard it told by others: his daughter had borrowed money from an NGO (micro-credit), but had not been able to pay it back.  Her husband then threatened to Muzammel that if he didn’t offer the money, he would beat the daughter.  But according to Muzammel, it was his wife who borrowed the money, and then, for reasons not clear to me, re-loaned it out to others.  Now they have had to sell their land and their house to pay back the debt.

The topics I’m interested in are often very sensitive for people… I knew that before I started.  But I’ve found myself a bit flustered over how to broach such topics with people. How well should I know them before I start asking about dowery?  Is it rude to ask about things such as second-wives? As I have said before, often the best research information is rather ‘dropped’ into my lap when I least expect it.

Just not my day.

January 22, 2009

I woke up knowing that my cold, instead of going away, had actually gotten worse. The lack of sufficient insulation means that it’s hard to ever get ‘out of the elements.’  Bangladeshis don’t seem to have quite the problems that T and I have, but they certainly suffer, too, in the winter season.

The kids have the day off for the local elections, which means that they’re constantly underfoot.  I don’t mind it in small doses, but it does make it hard to get work done.  They want to color, they want to play on the OLPC laptop that I brought for them, they want to rummage through our stuff to see what we don’t want.  They constantly want us to take their pictures, because they know that I will develop them and bring the pictures back for them. I enjoy engaging in these activities with them, but it requires constant supervision, and after I few days I realize that I haven’t gotten any real research work done.

Seraj comes in every thirty or forty minutes to ask with help on using the internet.  I’ve been slowly teaching him how to use the computer, how to get to his email, and how to read the daily newspapers online.  But he keeps forgetting to connect the modem, after which, of course, the internet does not work.

And in blowing my nose so much I’ve pulled out my nose-ring, which is terribly painful to stick back in.  I actually don’t think I have the energy to put it back in.

Today I went with Rashida as she gave her vote for the local upazila elections.  The policeman overseeing the women’s line of Ward 9 even let me inside to see the voting in action.  As far as I can tell, the oppositition party did not even participate in the local elections here, which doesn’t say much for democracy under the current administration.

giving vote

Upazila elections: giving vote

Archer K. Blood

January 13, 2009

I have declared today my own personal “Archer K. Blood” day.  I did not know much about the US Consul-General in Dhaka (Dacca) during 1971; it was T who pointed out to me that the American Center Library is named after him.  After a bit of research, I found that he was quite a courageous diplomat who was willing to stand up to Nixon and say that the atrocities perpetrated by the Pakistani army against the Bengalis in the late days of March 1971 should not go without some kind of condemnation.  The US government, however, chose to stand by as people were massacred in Dhaka, even after Blood sent, not one, but three telegrams urging the USG to change its stance.  Blood was quickly removed from his post and told to return to the US.  I’m including here his first telegram to the USG, on 28 March 1971, three days after the Pakistani army moved into the city.

28 March 1971

28 March 1971

Pictures

January 13, 2009

If you’ve been only reading the last few entries, do take the time to scroll down to older ones.. I’ve added some pics!

More soon, as T and I travel back to Char Fasson!