Yes, I’ve got a new book coming out this fall! I’m excited to share it with the world… but not quite yet. I just completed one of my final edit reviews for the publisher on Sunday and there is still much work to be done. Over the past year, I’ve put all my energy into this project, which is why I almost completely disappeared from the blog. I plan to announce the book here in the next few months. Lots of work on that and upgrading the blog too. Stay tuned!
I haven’t written on the blog much this spring/summer. Since our Thailand trip, I’ve been busy working on very large writing project which, on top of other life changes, has stolen all of my writing bandwidth.
Recently, our family came across photocopies of my great great great grandfather’s journal. I’ve written about H.J Ludlow before in my post on how he grafted the Okabena Apple tree. I certainly never met HJ, but everyone always spoke of him with great reverence. My favorite line from a memorial to him in the local paper:
“Horce J. Ludlow was a dreamer, a philosopher and a sage. But he was, at the same time, a tireless worker, with whom to dream, philosophize and ponder upon the eternal verities was simultaneously to conceive ways and means to put dream into action and practical realities.”
HJ Ludlow was famous and cherished in the region. He was a pioneer, a forward-looking agriculturalist, and, notably for this post, a poet. I’ve heard he would write and often recite poetry. With this post, I plan to start an occasional series on my blog. As I read through HJ’s journal, I will republish is poetry or ”sage” wisdom I come across.
Here we go, the first entry in his journal…
“The Life Express”
It an interesting journey
You should care sometime to take
A journey that would be worthwhile
And you you would care to make
Just board the rapid Life Express
Get on at Babyhood
And travel over hill and dale
And through Achievement Wood
The road through Childhood swiftly runs
The station next is Youth
Beyond that step is Middle Age
Deep in the Vale of Truth
Old age is reached on schedule time
It takes away one’s breath
To speed so swiftly towards the end–
The terminus is death
The thack grows rougher towards the end
Tis then that you gaze back
And count the milestones gray that mark
The fast receding track
At last the grim conductor calls–
No need for calling twice
Far, as, we, go. Step lively, please.
Change cars for Paradise
–HJ Ludlow, January 1, 1922
In the middle of a border mission near Karen State, we received news of a fire decimating a refugee camp in Northern Thailand. Dozens killed and many homes burned. Scattered updates, thin reporting, and suspicious causes gave us little comfort that needs would be well handled. Being many hours away, there was little we could do immediately. The refugee camp in Thailand is not within the typical scope of the FBR mission to serve the people of Burma—the Thai refugee camps have many NGOs proving aid. Still, several ex-Free Burma Rangers and many once-IDP families in Burma now call Camp 2 home.
With no clear answer on what to do, Dave prayed for a way FBR could help. Minutes later, he opened his computer to find an email from ____–they had relief supplies, but no means of transporting them to the camp. FBR had trucks and rangers ready. Doh Say, a Karenni FBR leader, led the trip, joined by Jonathan, Lisa, and me.
The mission would be no slam dunk. Refugee camps in Thailand notoriously restrict visitors—especially foreigners, since the camps “technically” do not exist. Despite the challenges, our team took off Saturday morning for an anticipated five-hour drive.
Ten hours and several engine overheating stops later, our truck rambled into the first checkpoint along the road the refugee camp. We were not sure what would happen next. Three hours prior, we received a phone call that the camp gate would close at 5 p.m. We prayed for an opening and kept moving, anticipating that we might sleep on the hood of the truck at the camp gate.
News quickly turned worse. A Thai army at our checkpoint told us that only 30 minutes ago, the refugee camp commander called up and said “Allow no more trucks through.”
“You missed it by half-an-hour,” the soldier explained. “Only registered NGOs and people with camp permits.”
We had neither. We decided to wait them out. Two other trucks from Chiang Mai arrived just in front of us. They received the same frustrating news.
After waiting 30 minutes, the Thai soldiers came to us and said they called the camp commander who would allow us to drive to the gate and then make a determination there. With no guarantees our relief supplies or our FBR team could get into the camp, we pushed ahead. There would be no turning around for the next two hours.
The road to Camp 2 winds up and down a ravine, crossing a large river in at least a dozen places. The off-road trail requires four-wheel drive with deep ruts and steep climbs through the jungle—picture taking the back entrance to Jurassic Park. With darkness already upon us, the pace slowed to a crawl.
Two hours later, our truck entered the rocky flats along the riverbed. A surreal world greeted us. Hundreds of candlelit tents lined the steep canyon walls around, reflecting off the snake-like river our trucked waded through. We drove straight up the river in places, finally coming to a halt at an oasis of technology in this remote camp: the emergency response center, complete with satellites, internet, and aid workers.
Doh Say stepped out to negotiate.
“We can go,” he told us minutes later. If we had a place to stay in the camp, we could walk in and drive our truck in tomorrow. “Hurry before they change their mind,” Doh Say stressed.
By flashlight, we began a walk into an extraordinary land of suspended bamboo walkways and tree trunk footbridges. Crisscrossing the river, entered a portion of the refugee camp burned to the ground. The air smelled of recently scorched earth and, in places, the fire still burned and logs continued to smolder. Charred bamboo poles rose eerily from the ground and each step left footprints in the ash.
We soon arrived at the bamboo home of the camp chairwoman. I’m not sure whether they knew of our arrival, but they made space for us to sleep in and prepared dinner.
We rose in the morning to deliver relief supplies, including rice and cooking materials, and begin interviewing victims. We made visits to families in two sections displaced by the fire, as well as interviewing several other victims and the camp chairwoman. The fire victims received temporary tarp shelters.
In total, the blaze destroyed at least 380 homes out of 685. The fire consumed 55% of the camp (2 sections), displacing approximately 2,300 people. In addition to the homes, the fire burned 2 churches, 1 Bible school, and a large clinic. 39 people died in the fire, including two unborn children.
The sections of the destroyed refugee camp contained predominately Christian families. They requested new Bibles, which mostly burned in the fire and relief organizations do not provide them.
The refugees interviewed said they had a lot of time between seeing the fire and it arriving at their home. One section burned in 10-15 minutes while the other burned over the course of 30-60 minutes. Yet, they did not know what to do an often ran in and out of their home in fright. Despite the amount of time, they did not save any possessions from their homes. Others attempted to fight the fire instead of saving possessions. Also, many of those who died did so because they went in to rescue victims. All of this gives rise to some questions about the adequacy of fire response training among the refugees.
The cause of the fire remains unknown as well as the subject of suspicion. Early reports suggest a cooking fire. Some refugees, however, cite seeing an aircraft fly overhead and drop a glowing material. The Thai government operated rain-seeding aircraft in the area at the time of the fire. Other refugees said the size of the fire was too large for it to be a cooking accident because the fire had to jump a wide river in several places. Additionally, they said the fire appeared to begin burning in two places almost simultaneously. The cause remains under investigation.
After spending about 10 days along the border, I am way behind on my bogging and report. More to come soon!!
I am in Thailand again for the annual Pepperdine Law Spring Break trip. It’s arguably my favorite event to lead. One of the most fascinating experiences for our students is an overnight stay at Mae La Refugee Camp with the Karen people along the Thai-Burma border. We learn about the plight of the Karen, the dramatic story of Burma, and the ongoing fight for freedom.
As usual, we joined them on our morning of departure for a church service. In typical fashion, we sat in front and each student introduced themselves. I gave a message. When that was over, one of the pastors thanked us and, in front of 450 Karen in the congregation, asked for our help in an important matter. The dictionary. In The New American Oxford Dictionary, he explained, the Karen people are defined as a “wild unclean man.” Could you help us change it? he pled–he had written to the dictionary and received no response.
I was stunned–by both the perplexing nature this prejudicial definition and the specificity of their request. Naturally, as lawyers, we all wanted to see the definition in print. An outdated dictionary perhaps? Urban legend possibly? We would need to make it back to Chiang Mai to read this supposed definition in an obscure dictionary edition.
Or so we thought.
On Lisa’s Kindle, The New American Oxford Dictionary comes pre-loaded. Not so obscure after all. And, there it was, the high definition: “from Burmese ka-reng ‘wild unclean man.’” The offending definition was Oxford’s proposed etymology, not the full definition itself. Nonetheless, the Karen position is completely understandable. For the several million strong Karen population now spread the world over as ambassadors and refugees of Karen nation, the definition is simply offensive. Especially for refugees getting resettled among 11 nations, the definition is prejudicial.
The New American Oxford Dictionary origin, however, is suspect. First, the language of the Karen isn’t Burmese—it’s Karen. It’s dubious that the Karen would adopt a name for themselves not of their own language. It’s also questionable that they would willfully adopt a derogatory term.
We immediately began some research on the origin of the name. It’s been studied by anthropologists and there is a fairly clear consensus among them: they don’t know. While the exact origin of name “Karen” is unknown, the most probable scenario is that it came from the Kayin, another hill tribe in eastern Burma who speak a related Sino-Tibetan language. No anthropologist suggests the name originated a derogatory Burmese term.
While the exact origin of “Karen” is unknown, The New American Oxford Dictionary treats it as conclusive fact. At the very least, this is incomplete and misleading, if not woefully inaccurate. While the good people at Oxford Press may not be moved by the effect of their definitions, I suspect they are concerned about the accuracy of their dictionary.
So, what do we do from here? Despite their many needs as refugees, its not very often that the Karen ask for something specific. Thus, we are inclined to do what we can.
1) Does anyone have an explanation for the Karen name that explains or refutes the NAOD definition?
2) If the definition is inaccurate, does anyone have any suggestions for how to help get the definition changed? We are considering a letter from Pepperdine University School of Law to Oxford Press as well as a subsequent or concurrent Change.org petition.
In 2012, I started thinking more about the nature of work. Why? Because 2012 was a lot of work. On top of my regular tasks directing the Global Justice Program, I finished writing Go and Do, I criss crossed the U.S. speaking and promoting the book, and traveled a lot internationally–about 150,000 miles. It was exhausting.
Where I work everyday.
The problem with working a lot is that its a black hole you can’t always escape. The more you work, the more downtime makes you you feel paranoid that you should be working on something. Law school, in particular, ruined me. I recall Christmas break during my first year of law school–I struggled to relax because I felt like there was always more to do. That feeling has never really left since. Continue Reading →
Inter-country adoption is at a crossroads. Proponents see it as a way to provide for children without a family or a future. Critics call it a door to corruption and cultural imperialism. Events in Russia of the last few weeks illustrate the timeliness and importance of inter-country adoption on the world stage. This conference seeks to bring these voices together to explore this complex topic and find common ground.
The Conference will be held at Pepperdine University School of Law from February 8-9, 2013. If you are interested in this topic, considering inter-country, or know someone who is, you won’t want to miss it. We will welcome some of the leading thinkers and practitioners to the event.
Learn more and register on the Nootbaar Institute website.
Presentations will include:
- Orphan Rescue or Child Trafficking: A Generational Perspective
- Case Study: Uganda
- Abusive Practices in Inter-country Adoption
- Special Needs Adoption from China: Reframing Discourses Of Value And Rescue In The Chinese Transnational Adoption Program
- Adoption Trends: Causes and Solutions
- The Hague Convention on Inter-country Adoption: Past, Present and Future
- Special Legal Topics Raised by Inter-country Adoption
- Forgotten, Detained, Removed: Transnational Adopted Persons and Citizenship Rights
- Theological Perspectives on Inter-country Adoption
- The Christian Inter-country Adoption Movement
- Inter-country Adoption Best Practices
- Interfaith Perspectives: How Religion Informs Adoption Law
- Adoptee Adjustment and Identity Formation within the Family
- Adult Adoptee Citizenship and Inter-country Adoption
- Older Children Adopted Internationally Through Hosting Programs: The Adoptee’s Perspective
- Inter-country Adoption: The Multi-dimensionality of Identity Development
- Attachment, Development and Learning Struggles Related to Inter-country Adoptees
Do you work in the inter-country adoption field? Have you adopted or are you thinking about adopting? Do you have a heart for orphans and children in need?
Join us at our two day conference as we bring together scholars, politicians, lawyers, theologians, social workers, psychologists, adoptees, adoptive families and more to investigate the future of inter-country adoption.
Go and Do was released last week and, on day 1, we sold out Amazon! Thank you to all who purchased it! It should also be on the shelves at Barnes & Noble this week.
As with all books, you have a launch party–and tomorrow is the launch event at Pepperdine. If you’re in the area, you are more than welcome to join us on Tuesday, April 24, at 12:30 p.m. in the School of Law Appellate Courtroom. (If you’re in Minnesota, stay tuned for some events we are planning in May.)
This is not just to launch a book, it’s also a celebration of 5 years of the Global Justice Program at Pepperdine Law! We’ve come a long way in a short amount of time, so we will recognize those who piloted original programs in Uganda, Thailand, and beyond, as well as commission those leaving in the next few weeks.
Oh, and did I mention we will be serving Howdy’s — good finals break!!
Hope to see you there!
Here’s the official invitation:
Go and Do: Celebrating Five years of Global Justice at Pepperdine
Please join us to celebrate the global efforts of Pepperdine’s students and the release of Jay Milbrandt’s new book, Go and Do: Daring to Change the World One Story at a Time. 12:30pm in the Appellate Courtroom- Howdy’s for the first 50 people!
Several former and current students will share their experiences seeking justice around the world. We’ll also recognize those who have participated in past years and who will serve this summer. Jay will share some reflections from Go and Do, which features the work of Pepperdine’s Global Justice Program. Learn more about the book at http://JayMilbrandt.com/GoAndDo. The book is currently back ordered on Amazon, but copies will be available for purchase at the event. Jay will sign copies at 1:30pm.
I haven’t blogged much lately. Maybe you’ve looked at the blog, maybe you’ve noticed that I’ve had few tweets or Facebook updates to my musings here.
So, why the radio silence?
The blog takes A LOT of work. At the beginning of last year, I committed to writing 2-3 times a week. I accomplished it and kept it up for most of the year–a solid 9 months really. I enjoyed it. It forced me to write and think about things. It was also a good time to be writing. My book, Go and Do, was finished and we were waiting for it to go to press. I had time to write new things as we anticipated its summer launch.
One of my blogging surprises was how much work a simple post would take. I’d think, “I’ll just pound a quick 5 minute post.” Wrong. A simple post was rarely short of 45-minutes, maybe an hour. I’d write, then edit, then find photos, then re-read, then publish, then fix errors, then publicize with social media. In addition, some piece of code or something on the blog is always working improperly or needs updating. And there’s always a project I want to get to.
Blogging is good, but it’s a never-ending consumption of time.
Then, there are priorities. If you’re spending an hour blogging, that’s an hour that you can’t spend writing. And, if you’re writing, an hour is HUGE. When I sit down to write each day on a big project, it can sometimes take an hour just to get back into the right head space again and find my bearings.
Right now, I’m in a writing period again. I’ve got some academic articles and big projects in the cue. It’s hard to come back to the blog.
The blog also served as a way to organize my thoughts for Go and Do. Many of my blog posts formed major ideas and chapters in the book. The writing projects I have at the moment don’t lend themselves well to a blog. You’d be bored by my musings on African explorers or laws for adopting the stateless.
I hope to return to the blog, and plan to later this spring. Keep an eye our for more down the road in March. Some big things are happening then. In the meantime, I’ll continue posting, but it will remain lighter.
On our Brazil trip down the Amazon River this summer, Lisa was performing surgeries while I joined the boat crew for a visit to a village further up river. On our evening return to pick up Lisa and the medical crew, our boat went directly into a massive storm. I stood on the top of the boat and watch us plow in to the storm front. The wind hit so hard that it blew parts of the boat off the roof and blew out the window wipers on the command deck. We were immediately called below.
It was now pitch black, with rain we could not see through–even with a spot light. Unsafe to continue traveling up the river, we had to pull directly in to shore and land the boat while waiting out the storm. Lightning and thunder rock the night. We could see nothing. I got my camera and tried various combinations of exposure and shutter. It all came down to luck. I couldn’t get long enough flashes of light to know how the camera would react. On top of that, the boat was rocking slightly, making it difficult to get a steady image. One photo turned out. It was actually quite interesting to see–the camera could see what the eye could not. From the boat, we could not make out what the land looked like. One surprise in the photo was how much the red boat light illuminated the shore and trees, giving the image a more eery feeling.
With lightning, timing is everything–essentially all luck. I got lucky with this one and it made for an interesting photo.
If you are in or near the Pepperdine community, I hope will join us for the Challenge Slavery event with USAID, Google Ideas, International Justice Mission, and Not for Sale.
If you are outside the Pepperdine community, you can watch the live stream of the event by following the link below: