An Education Revolution

At last week’s Open Forum 2012–provocatively titled “Money, Power & Sex: The Paradox of Unequal Growth,” Africa’s leading activists, academics, artists, businesspeople, and policy-makers gathered in Cape Town, South Africa, to discuss the factors influencing and driving change on the African continent. During a “Google Zone” panel to discuss the role of storytelling in spurring a global movement for girls, 10×10′s Egyptian writer, Mona Eltahawy, and eL Seed, 10×10 Global Champion, discussed the ways in which their writing and “calligraffiti,” respectively, attempt to create revolution through art.

As it happens, this was not the only opportunity for us to discuss revolution during our few days in Cape Town — to me, revolution was the most powerful idea that emerged from the time I spent at the Open Forum. Of course, it was relevant during a plenary on the ongoing legacy of the Arab Spring on the eve of the Egyptian elections, but underneath these events capturing the world’s attention lies a less visible, but no less critical revolution: the efforts of young people all over the world to demand a quality education.

As a case study, take Equal Education, a grassroots movement of students, parents, teachers and community members working for high-quality and equal education in South Africa. This organization has tackled a number of persistent infrastructure and other challenges for schools in townships throughout Cape Town, including insufficient textbooks and poorly maintained libraries. But rather than charging in with a model for development and imposing it upon the schools and their students, Equal Education arms students themselves with the information and tools to advocate for the changes that they want to see happen. In 2008, for example, Equal Education asked students in Khayelitsha to go into their schools and take photographs of anything that they thought affected their learning. One young woman, Zukiswa Vuka, came back with a photograph of her school’s broken windows. It turned out that there were more than 500 broken windows at Luhlaza High School, which made it difficult for students and teachers alike to concentrate and moreover, to be proud of their learning environment.

Through a combination of meetings with school management, petitions, press, and the tireless efforts of students who mobilized their friends to raise awareness of the broken windows in their own schools, all of the windows at Zukiswa’s school were eventually fixed. There are many more schools and many more broken windows, in Khayelitsha, and in townships and slums and villages all over the world. But this small victory illustrates the power of students around the globe who are working to demand what they know is right; what they are entitled to, no matter what their circumstances: the chance to learn.

And what do these passionate and committed students call themselves? The Equalizers. Talk about revolutionary!

Director’s Notebook

10×10 Director, Richard Robbins sent us his thoughts from the field while filming 10×10 in Peru.

I haven’t made it up to La Rinconada yet – still trying to acclimate to 13,000 feet before heading up to 17,000. I have now been to eight of our 10 countries. I figure I’ve now seen enough to offer some general observations about the world. Mostly the not very profound things that have occurred to me over the last two years, from a tired American traveler’s perspective.

So here, in no particular order, are 10 thoughts about the planet and traveling it.

  1. The bicycle is a staggeringly important invention. Most of us don’t realize how this simple piece of technology transforms many millions of lives. The world would not function without it.
  2. It doesn’t take too much travel to realize that we Americans coddle our children, very often to their detriment. Children are truly capable, and basic responsibility is not a burden to them.
  3. When in doubt, don’t eat it. A little hungry is a lot more manageable than a little sick. And honestly there is rarely such a thing as “a little sick.” Oh, and you do not want to try the local delicacy. I promise.
  4. Dignity is the most precious human commodity. More than health, money, power or even education.
  5. Long-term planning is not a skill or a lifestyle or a cultural phenomenon. It’s a luxury afforded those of us with a somewhat certain future.
  6. The joy of children is universal. And there is no creature on the earth more adorable than a little girl. Little boys can be cute too but they have a nasty habit of throwing rocks at things they find interesting. Like me.
  7. The world has an extraordinary shortage of trash cans and a lot a lot of trash. Also, in most of the world there is really no such thing as clean, just degrees of dirty.
  8. When taking care of business, a careless squat (for those of us without a lifetime of practice) can be catastrophic. A mistake you will only make once (sober).
  9. There is more kindness and more cruelty in the world than you can ever get your head around.
  10. There is no national or cultural dominance when it comes to annoying ringtones. They are everywhere.

Hope Village and Badr the Budding Photographer

Badr at Hope Village holding his disposable camera.

Badr with his new camera at Hope Village.

We have returned to Hope Village, an NGO in Cairo where Aya was seeking refuge. Although Aya is no longer here, we were able to visit with many of the children we met during our first trip such as Badr and his siblings. ‘Hope Village’ seems to be the perfect name for this loving community of several homes for women and children. Badr accompanied us as we visited two of these homes, one housing teenage girls, most of whom have experienced gender-based violence and/or rape. However, the girls were the warmest, most jovial, giggly, and open I have seen so far in Egypt.

Although Badr, and his friend Ahmed, could have stayed in the children’s home, they have chosen to live with the teenage girls instead. The boys are little men. They are polite, loving, proud, and protective of these girls they now consider to be older sisters. They grew up fast, and whether or not they live with the girls because they are treated like princes, or whether it’s because they long for a matriarchal figure in their lives, none of it really matters. The love that this little family shares with one another was beyond anything I have ever experienced.

Justin Reeves and Ahmed at Hope Village

Ahmed and me outside of Hope Village.

It is hard to imagine Badr has had little to no contact with his biological family. Like some of the other boys and girls at the children’s home of Hope Village, Badr, Ahmed, and his sisters were brought to the shelter to be cared for and kept off the streets of Cairo.

Still, this is not a sad place. In fact, it could be one of the most positive environments I have set foot in. Immediately you see children caring for one another and making a family with what they have been given. The three-year-olds rock the two-month-old babies to sleep. The five-year-olds wipe the noses and play with the newborns. The older ten-year-olds tell the seven-year-olds they love them.

Hope Village girls taking pictures with Jenna's camera

Hope Village girls practicing with Jenna's camera.

Having noticed Ahmed’s interest in cameras on our first visit, we made sure to bring some disposable cameras along this time. Instantly, the boys tore through all the shots on the cameras. So we gave them our iPhones, a quick tutorial, and let them go. We were quite impressed with his photos! Badr and the other children had impromptu photo shoots as we continued our tour of the Hope Village girls home, which has a vocational training area allowing the girls to learn basket-weaving, rug-weaving, hairdressing, and candle-making.

After touring the facility, we spent our day dancing, playing, and talking with the children. After playing airplane with almost every child, it was time to say goodbye. None of the children cried when we left. I think that’s because they’re used to people leaving them. They are strong and have enough love in their self-made family to know there was nothing to be sad about. I however, got into the car and had a different reaction.

Enjoy some of Badr’s images below and check back soon to hear more about our time in Cairo!

A baby at Hope Village

One of the babies at Hope Village watching our dance party. —Photo by Badr

Badr's sister holding a nursed-to-health baby that had been abandoned in October

Badr's sister taking care of a nursed-to-health baby that had been abandoned in October. —Photo by Badr

One of the older girls at Hope Village

One of the older girls at the Hope Village children's center. —Photo by Badr

 

Where’s Aya? Looking for an Egyptian street kid lost in the Arab Spring

Aya, holding slate, during interviews

Aya holds up a slate with her name and location during 10x10 interviews.

My heart sank, when I heard the news, but I wasn’t completely surprised. We met Aya, an incredibly bright and curious 14-year-old, on our first visit to Cairo. Aya has been living on and off the streets since she was about 8. One of her favorite places to sleep was under the seats of the trains that she snuck onto from Ramses Station, Cairo’s main hub and a popular hang out for street kids. “I like to ride the trains,” she told us, “because every time I wake up somewhere new, I feel like I am flying.”

Aya had just arrived at the Hope Village shelter for street girls when we met her back in September while we were interviewing girls for the 10×10 film. One month before, she had been found by the shelter’s mobile unit after suffering a violent attack. Aside from forcefully telling the counselors that she had escaped being raped, “I let him hit me, but I did not let him take my honor,” Aya had not revealed many details about her family, or her life on the streets.

So we had no idea what to expect when she sat down for our first interview. The next hour was at once heartbreaking and inspiring for all of us on the 10×10 team. Aya had an intellectual maturity well beyond her years. She was inquisitive and strong in her opinions.  Somehow this girl, who had faced hardship beyond what I can imagine, had a voice.  She talked about everything from her first crush, “This boy in Alexandria was very nice to me, we walked along the water together, but his father thought I was bad because I lived on the streets,” to patriotism and politics.  When asked who in the whole world she wanted to have dinner with, she answered “Mohammed elBaradei, [the Nobel laureate, and potential presidential candidate] because I need to tell him NOT to be president. He is one of the old men. We need a new kind of person in government.”

And when I asked how she knew so much about politics, she stared me down and said simply, “I read the newspapers…Don’t you?” It turns out that because Aya had only been to school for about a year when she was 7, discarded newspapers had taken the place of textbooks as she taught herself to read, and Tahrir Square became her classroom.

Aya’s happiest memory is being with “strong women” at the height of the Arab Spring revolution, so it is likely that the pull of the protests during the parliamentary elections in November was too much for her to resist. Despite the best efforts of the Hope Village mobile units, it has been two months since Aya disappeared.

I hope she took a train to Alexandria to see her crush, or maybe she is just hiding out with other street kids trying to avoid the police sweeps. But I can’t help but worry that she is one of the many anonymous children sitting in jail, or even in a hospital…a victim of the revolution to which she feels so deeply connected.

A week after the November unrest, when Cairo had returned to relative calm, I was sitting in the office in Los Angeles, trying to figure out what to do next, when I was struck by the similarities between Mona Eltahawy, our Egypt writer whom I wrote about yesterday, and Aya. Although one woman comes from a middle class background, is highly educated and well-traveled, and the other a street girl from Cairo with barely a year of education under her belt, they both intensely love their country. And they are both enraged by the years of injustice that women and girls have suffered there. Most importantly, their shared hope for a different future—a better future—pulled them both to Tahrir. And now, one is recovering from two broken arms and the other missing in action.

And so I arrive in Cairo today, where Mona will join me shortly, hoping that we can track down a 14-year-old street girl lost in a revolution.

Missing (in) Cairo

I have finally arrived in Egypt for our second pre-production trip. There was a point in November when, in the midst of renewed protests and violence in Cairo, I wondered whether this trip would ever happen.

On the night of November 23rd, 24 hours before I was originally supposed to make this trip, we heard via Twitter that our writer for Egypt, Mona Eltahawy, had been arrested during the demonstrations in Tahrir square.

Through the many tweets that followed, Mona revealed the details of her ordeal, one more horrifying than the next.

During a 12 hour detainment by police, she was blindfolded, both her arms were broken, and she was sexually assaulted.

But Mona, I now know, is unstoppable. After her release she went public to condemn the actions of the military police. I was awed by her fearlessness in speaking out so soon after her attack, but more than a little relieved when I received an email saying, “I’m ok, but I think I may have to come home early. I won’t be very useful to you with 2 casts on my arms.” I wanted her home in NYC safe and, I have to admit, I was not too eager to fly into that chaos. But then another e-mail from Mona followed, “I really don’t want to leave, Tahrir is where I want to be.”

It’s hard for me as an outsider to understand this desire to be there; to put yourself in the middle of a square packed with energized—sometimes angry—always unpredictable hordes of people. But since the very beginning, women, both intellectually and physically have been at the center of what Mona calls “the revolution of the Egyptian mind.”

And as we found out one week later, one of the leading candidates for our film felt the need to be there too.

“Aya is missing,” Noran, our fixer in Cairo called to tell me. “They think she went to Tahrir last week to be part of the demonstrations and now they don’t know where she is.”

We were seriously considering 13-year-old Aya, a street kid in Cairo, to be our heroine for Egypt. But in the midst of the ever-evolving revolution, she’s gone missing.

Tomorrow on the blog: Where’s Aya?

Millions of Melkas

Cross posted from World Vision’s blog.

More than 60 percent of Ethiopian girls will be married before they are 17. It’s a startling fact.

But when we see and hear the story of a girl who was forced into marriage when she was just 14 years old, statistics are transformed from mere numbers to a face. To a voice. To reality.

Meet Melka, a 20-year-old Ethiopian woman who was married off by her parents at age 14. Now, through a World Vision program, Melka shares her story and teaches young girls about their rights in an effort to prevent the perpetuation of child marriage in her community.

10x10 Ethiopia

Libo Kemkem, Ethiopia: Melka, 20, was not told when her parents arranged her marriage at age 14. She now volunteers her time at a local school, teaching girls about their rights and the negative effects of early marriage. ©Richard E. Robbins, 10x10act.org

The sad truth is that there are countless Melkas scattered across the globe. In fact, in the developing world, one in three girls is married before she reaches 18 years old, and one in seven is married before she is 15.

One hundred million more girls will become child brides over the next decade, but we have an opportunity now to make this stop.

For starters, we can shed light on this reality through powerful storytelling, and begin to effect policy changes in support of girls around the world. Stories like Melka’s can be told, thanks to a new partnership between World Vision and 10×10, a global campaign for girls’ education.

At 10×10, we tell powerful stories to inspire you to take action in support of girls around the world. We know that investing in girls can change the world, and we are using our campaign and feature film to change minds, change lives, and change policy around girls’ education.

So far, World Vision has hosted us in India and Ethiopia, where we have met some incredible girls. A few of their photographs and stories are currently on display in an exhibit sponsored by Intel and USAID at the Ronald Reagan Building and International Trade Center in Washington, D.C. If you’re in the area, be sure to check it out.

These stories can make a real impact. I hope you’ll join the 10×10 campaign for girls’ education. Together, let’s change the world.