Showing posts with label Colombia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colombia. Show all posts

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Journalists work to cover their stories and stay alive


Journalists Work to cover their stories and stay alive

This is the first piece I wrote for International Media support on journalism safety and security issues in Colombia, Honduras and Mexico. 

Staying alive and unharmed is the main concern of journalists in Mexico, Honduras and Colombia. But the sounds of silence of journalists who muzzle themselves as a self-defense mechanism may be as much of a concern.
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That was the consensus of journalists from the three countries who gathered in the northern port city of Barrancabermeja, Colombia in late April for an international forum on Security, Safety and Self-Censorship.

“We have to find ways that journalists can report on sensitive topics without exposing themselves to unnecessary risks,” said Urban Lofqvist, director of  the Swedish chapter of Reporters Without Borders, an organizer of the event.  Other sponsors included Colombia’s Foundation for Press Freedom, or FLIP, the Swedish chapter of Reporters with Borders and IMS. 

Barrancabermeja was an apt spot for the forum; the city has been a historical hot spot for Colombia’s internal conflict and journalists here still feel the heat when they report on violence related to politics or organized crime.

“In Santander, there are cases where journalists do not go into depth in stories about situations that impact the society; when they (might) became targets,” said veteran journalist Diro César Gonzalez, editor and owner of the Barrancabermeja weekly,  “La Tarde.,”  Barrancabermeja is located in the department of Santander.

Gonzalez has been under protective guard from a government security team since 2006, when he first began receiving death threats. He is protected under a Colombia law that reviews the situations of journalists and members of 15 other vulnerable groups, providing bodyguards and bulletproof vehicles for those who need them.

It’s why Gonzalez can hide in plain sight, celebrating his birthday with forum attendees at a local restaurant.  “I love being a journalist and I really don’t know how to do anything else.,“ he said. “Not even being a janitor.”

But his light-hearted remarks don’t mean Gonzalez takes the deadly business of journalism lightly. Colombian journalists may have a slight edge on their colleagues in Honduras and Mexico, because they do get some protection.

Mexico’s legislature just passed a bill that would allow journalists to request federal intervention in attacks against them, and is pending approval by the president.
There is talk, but no action, about similar efforts in Honduras.

At the forum, participants agreed no journalist in Honduras, Mexico or Colombia has it easy. In Mexico, attacks against journalists are so common that many news media no longer run stories about drug cartels. 

The hacked-up bodies of photojournalist Daniel Martinez Balzasua, 22, and another young man, were found April 24 in Saltillo, in northern Mexico, the latest victim of an apparent drug-cartel killing.  Coincidentally, this was the same day the Barrancabermeja forum took place.

The Committee to Protect Journalists said in a February report that 12 Mexican journalists went missing in 2006-2012 and 14 were killed because of their work. Mexico's federal Human Rights Commission says 81 journalists have been killed since 2000.

In Honduras, with the world’s highest homicide rate –  drug gangs also have journalists under the gun.  According to ???? 19 journalists have been killed since 1992, with 15 of those cases never investigated.

“Covering hard issues is a part of my life,” said Xiomara Orellana, who has been an investigative reporter with for Diario La Prensa of  San Pedro Sula, Honduras for eight years., with no intentions of stopping. “One learns to live with danger. The difference is that in Colombia there are some programs that offer protection. We don’t have anything. You survive as you can. You have to live with fear. “

Her colleague, Javier Valdez Cárdenas, a founding reporter for the weekely RioDoce in Sinoloa, Mexico,  says it is important to remember that every deadly incident from the drug cartels impacts people as individuals.

“To just count the dead is to the contribute to people’s problems,” he said. “Talk about people not numbers. We do the journalism that is possible in impossible conditions.”

Colombian journalists  have learned to do this. In the northern Columbia city of Monteria, Ginna Morelo, editor of El Meridiano de Cordoba and her colleague, Nydia Serrano, of the competing El Universal, say threats come regularly. In January, two journalists from another Monteria newspaper had to leave the country after they received death threats from members of a drug gang.

Serrano noted six of the 16 journalists killed in Colombia during the past 20 years were from her home state of Cordoba.  “What’s important now is for the story to get out,” she said. “So for safety, we don’t think about exclusivity anymore, but about sharing the information for our own security.”

Morelo says when she goes into the field  to cover a story she checks in with the town priest and schoolteachers before she makes her rounds so they know she is there.  She is also in constant cell phone communication with her desk.

The number of journalists is killed is down, and the threat, and we feel more secure.,” she said. The statistics are correct, but that’s because we don’t tell about 80 percent of what happens in this country.”

In fact, self-censorship has become the name of the game. A recent survey of 700 journalists in Colombia by the Antonio Narino Project found that 79 percent of them admit to engaging in self-censorship for their physical safety, or even just to keep advertisers happy or to hold onto their jobs.

Colombia’s FLIP has tried to get around the issue by helping journalists to publish their work away form their home turf.  “We work with some local journalists who had a problem with self-censorship,” said Andrés Morales, FLIP executive director.  “Their medium did not publish their work for security reasons.  What we did was create agreements or alliances with national media or other outlets so the work could be published.

I’ve had my own exposure to dangerous times in my days as an international correspondent in Central America. But it was nothing like my colleagues faced then or now this people in the cities and countries that are their home. 

“I’m not saying we don’t run risks, but it is under other conditions,” said Arturo Wallace, a Colombia-based correspondent for the BBC.  I”The political cost of expelling an international correspondent is much higher than taking action against a national journalist.”

International correspondents may be tough, but when the going gets tough, well we get to leave. Not these people, who as Mexico’s Javier Valdez Cárdenas says, continue to do “the journalism that is possible in impossible conditions.”




Thursday, September 20, 2012

Having a birthday!

Wow...didn't realize how long I had gone without a blog post! This must be remedied. Sept. 19 was my birthday...I was determined to have a nice one this year in Colombia.  Last year, I had only been here just a few weeks and it was quiet and a little bit sad.

Thank you everyone here for making it such a terrific day.  It was a non-spot celebration and I feel good...even the day after!

Started with dinner the night before with my good friend Ernesto Robles, the wonderful photographer from Puerto Rico  We went to one of my favorite restaurants, La Fabricca en Parque #93. It was delightful.

Then the next day -- the actual day of my birthday began with a walk to Hotel Casa Dann Carlton for greetings from my wonderful trainer and exercise coach, Aldo.  Went next to the hair salon where Azusena came through with a cepillada and maquillaje.  I looked beautiful!!  Then home to change and lunch with Sofi in Macarena at Donostio where we had the best fresh tuna ever.  Home again to work with Gladys to get ready for a small gathering at home with Gail, Inez, Nat and Ernesto. Shared some food and wine and good conversation before heading to my favorite club, bar, restaurant -- San Sebastian.  About 14 of us there -- Cristina and Pia, Diego, the five of us from home, Luz, Pam and Mike Farley, Magdalena, Natalia, Jim and Ana and of course owners and hosts, Roberto and Martica.

And throughout the day, being remembered by all my Facebook friends in force.

Thank you everyone for making it such a special day!!


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mother's Day in Colombia

Wish I had the pictures, but my camera didn't accompany me today. But we made our own day and it was delightful.   My friend Rosalba and I had a Mother's Day spree, taking ourselves out.  She is a delight -- always a smile, always good cheer, but not a Polyana, just out to enjoy life. She is a good influence. 

We started out at a local hotel -- five star -- that offers a free Sunday of cultural activities every Sunday -- generally kicking off with mass (very Catholic Colombia) an artisan fair,  a musical performane of some kind, and jugglers, clowns and more for the kids (and the adults, too).  It was an unusual day in Bogota -- no rain, which got things off to a really good start. So an outdoor mass was very appropriate. I even sat in on it -- as a good non-Catholic, nice Jewish girl, but it went with the territory and it felt right.

Then wandering around the artisan fair, got myself a pair earrings -- dangling ones which I can now wear again...A glass of wine in the hotel restaurant where we had intended to stay for lunch, but the service was terrible, thank goodness, because we left and went to Usaquen for a totally different experience.

Katmandu -- a little bit of India/Nepal/China/Marrakesh/Iran tucked away in one of Bogota's oldest colonial neighborhoods. Walk into the restaurant and you are walking into a different world. The sounds, the scents, the lighting, the ambiance, the way the tables are arranged and the dancers and musicians. A belly dancer and a drummer from Cordoba (Colombia) who accompanies her, but dressed for the part, looked more like I could have found him on the streets of anywhere but here. He played the darkuba, the drum used for bellydancing, like he was born to it. He wore the robes, the head gear, the earrings like a second skin. And they played to each other as she danced and he played.  Oh, yes, I forgot to mention, the food was great, too! 

Icing on the cake -- not just the dessert -- but they had gifts for all the mothers. Before we opened our  bags, we imagined they had given the moms chocolates. But it was even better -- two bars of scented soaps from Indonesia.  Yes, if I forgot to mention earlier, Mother's Day is a very big deal here. On every street corner, there was someone selling roses.  Wherever I went in the days leading up to My Day/Our Day, everyone wished him a happy mother's Day.  I am not going to make snide remarks here, but just take it at face value. It was nice.

P.S.  There is some hope for the pics, if Rosalba downloads them and sends them to me. And I will post them because we both look like real mamacitas. And that I do want to shre.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Passover in Colombia


Went to a Passover seder on the first night of Passover that was truly a multicultural, multidimensional experience.  An absolute delight. Diana was the hostess, a young woman form the U.S., here with her Colombian boyfriend,  soon to be husband, who is converting to Judaism.  His parents were there, as were two distant cousins, Andres and Ingrid who also got to Judaism, but by a separate path. The two – brother and sister are young – Andres is probably in his early 20s and Ingrid is just 13.  They have a Jewish father, but Andres said it was his acquaintance with his grandfather’s history that led him to convert.  And Ingrid is influenced by her brother, and waiting to become old enough to do so, although she already wears a Jewish Star.

Anyway, the mix of people, ages and history made for a wonderful Passover seder.
The table was set for eight with Haggadahs in English and Spanish.  We went around the table and took turns reading in English, Spanish and Hebrew.  We even did a bit of Passover singing, including a rendition of Dayenu (it would have been sufficient) and Mah Nishtanah or the four questions.  We didn’t sing Chad Gadya – and I didn’t know it was a folk song until I looked something up on the Internet now, but it makes sense, given some of the after-seder conversation sitting around the table.

And in keeping with our digital age, Diana's parents checked via Skype from their home on the East Coast of the United States to see how their daughter's seder was going.  They were already long done by the time we were starting out -- in keeping with when things are done in Colombia -- late!

There is where some culture and history got mixed in. I learned there may be a link between Colombian arepas and Passover matzoh – which are both in some ways an unleavened flour mixture.We also talked about whether the Colombian poncho had its origins in the Jewish prayer shawl.  In other words, there is a general belief that many Sephardic Jews may have immigrated to the Antioqueña region of Colombia with the Spanish centuries ago, but kept their heritage hidden. Something that might be interesting to investigate further some time. Despite the possible links, Colombia's Jewish community is very small. Only about 3,000 strong. Conservative, Sephardic and Orthodox communities. No reform Judaism (in community) in Colombia.

Diana prepared a feast – matzoh ball soup, roast chicken with apricots, carrots, asparagus, mashed potatoes and macaroons for dessert.  Days later, I am still sated, thinking about what we ate. 

To those of you who mark the occasion,  Chag Sameach or joyous festival.

Theater, Tango, Flamenco, Film … What a weekend


This was my high culture weekend in Bogota it seems. Didn’t know it would be quite that chockfull of highbrow activity for me. But if I ever had any doubts about the sophistication of Bogota or just how much is there for the taking – sometimes for free, sometimes not, this weekend dispelled my doubts.

First, the movies. There is a wonderful cinema arts house in the neighborhood I call home, Cinemania. All the movies shown there are quality – more than entertainment, but generally movies with some kind of message as well. I stopped off early Friday on the spur of the moment to see Martin Scorsese’s “Hugo,” which I delayed seeing because I mistakenly thought it wouldn’t hold me. What a delight and Ben Kingsley was amazing.  It was a tale of a boy, a girl, a clock tower, a police offer, and an elderly man who owned a toy store in the train station.

That was just the start. On Friday, the Festival Iberoamericano de Teatro in Bogota kicked off. It is a two-week theater extravaganza with dance, musicals, theater .. for a price and some offerings for free to the public as well.  On Saturday, despite the (now usual) Bogota downpour, I went to see my first festival play, “Alto” or “High” from Venezuela. I got drenched on the way over and watched the play with a dripping umbrella at my feet, wet pants, wet sweater (sleeves). But it was worth it. The play was about a priest, a nun and a drug addict and their respective addictions and past (all is not as it seems to be) But the acting was amazing. The addict disrobed on stage (totally) … which I guess is why the play, which was originally to be presented in a church theater, had to be moved to a different location. No matter. The actor who played the addict had a very cute butt..

Tango, the next day at a free performance at the Fontana Hotel, part of their regular Sunday afternoon gig.  They were not professionals, just older folks like me with a passion for salon and classical tango.  They were delightful to watch; a real pleasure. Ran into a friend there..Luis Carlos Pena and we had lunch together. But he has the cell phone addiction. He is too frugal to have a smart phone, but he kept checking for messages and texts on his phone every five minutes or more.  I wanted to grab the phone out of his hands and throw it away..It is so annoying..people are so concerned about missing something from someone they don’t see, that they just forget about the people right in front of them. 

But not to dwell on that…still was nice to catch up with him.

Then on to Cayetana and the passion of flamenco. I do not have words to describe how absolutely amazing that performance was. The singers, the musicians, and the dancers..oh, the dancers.  Cecelia Gomez and Antonio Canales, the lead dancers were just too good to be true. So much passion and sensuality in that dance. Gomez is also the company director. How do they move their feet so quickly. How do they convey so much with a flick of the head or a twist of the wrist?  The applause lasted forever and we did get an encore…twice..Did not want it to end..Ever!  A fantastic Sunday afternoon – a rare instance of urban pleasure in the urban jungle … truly… that is Bogota.