Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Chasing the Flame: One Man's Fight to Save the World by Samantha Powers


      Throughout his entire life, Sergio Vieira de Mello led a peripatetic existence, first as the son of a Brazilian diplomat and then during his 35-year long career at the UN, during which time he was posted to almost every conflict zone in the world.  In the summer of 2003, as the senior-most UN official in Iraq, Sergio died in the notorious bombing of the UN offices at the Canal Hotel in Baghdad carried out by al-Qaeda.
In many ways, Sergio Vieira de Mello’s story is the story of the UN and a history inside most of the major conflict of the past 35 years – a story of tough choices made in a politically charged, often dysfunctional organization called upon to mend irreparable divisions in a splintered world.  Samantha Powers pulls no punches, rendering both the man and the organization in a direct, straightforward style that elicits equal measures of frustration borne of perfect hindsight, anger, sympathy and some profound insights into the inner workings of this under-appreciated organization.  Powers delivers not a hero or a myth but a conscientious, flawed man struggling to reconcile his education as a philosopher with rapidly unfolding events as he experiences them.  You cannot complete this book without feeling loss – loss for Sergio, for the UN and for the many thousands of people touched by this imperfect, thoughtful leader.  Called upon to make spur-of-the-moment decisions of tremendous human import under extreme pressure, most men would be lost in the sea of recriminations that inevitably followed.  Sergio cared only about how what he had learned could be applied to the next crisis that would inevitably follow. In human affairs, chaos is the status quo.  Nobody gets credit for making things “less bad”.
During his 35-year career as a UN official, Sergio emerged to become the UN’s most valuable, pragmatic leader; respected inside and outside the UN as a nation-builder, mediator and problem solver.  Thought by many to be a likely future UN Secretary-General, one can’t help but wonder how his 35-plus years of field experience on the frontlines might have influenced decisions he would have made later on, and to what degree they might have resulted in fundamental restructuring of the UN itself.  Painfully aware of the disconnect between policies propagated in NYC and the artificial constraints they placed on those in the field, Sergio’s experience was unlike any of the S-G that have led the UN so far.  Sadly, for the UN and perhaps the world, we’ll never know.  But, as a loyal “company man”, Sergio, the pragmatist, would be quick to remind us that, with all its failings, who can say how much worse off the world if the UN didn’t exist?
A son of a Brazilian diplomat and sometime-historian, Sergio Vieira de Mello was educated in Rio de Janeiro, Genoa, Milan, and Rome (in French schools,) Beirut, Lebanon, the University of Fribourg (Switzerland) and the Sorbonne in Paris.  Introduced to leftist writers during a period of protest against the Vietnam war, it was in Paris that he became radicalized and participated in the tumultuous street protests of 1968, in which he was badly beaten by police. 
After graduating from the Sorbonne, Sergio joined the UN High commission for Refugees with headquarters in Geneva and, while there earned a doctorate in Philosophy at the Sorbonne.  His first posting was to Bangladesh, followed by postings in the Sudan, Cyprus, Mozambique, Peru, Lebanon, Cambodia, Bosnia, Rwanda, Congo, Kosovo, East Timor, and, tragically, his last, intended to be for just 4 months, Iraq.  As the years passed, Vieira de Mello matured and shed his leftist views in favor of a more pragmatic humanistic worldview.  When faced with human suffering, ideology was a luxury he came to distain.
The best vantage point from which to understand international conflict is from the inside, in the teeth of conflict, as was the case in Bosnia and Iraq, or cleaning up after its devastation, as in Cambodia, Rwanda, Kosovo and East Timor.  By virtue of his willingness to go anywhere, anytime – his family life took a backseat – Sergio was the rare UN official that the S-G could rely on to assemble a team and be on his way to a conflict zone within hours.  Ironically, his final posting to Iraq came over his own objections at a point in his life in which he was planning to retreat from the field.  In all likelihood, with just a month and a half to go, Iraq would have been Sergio’s last field assignment.
More than any other organization, the UN staff – as opposed to the Security Council – has to face many of the most challenging moral questions of war and peace.  As peacekeepers, their decisions often have life and death consequences, and it was impossible to know beforehand, absolutely, which direction would yield less suffering and death.  We, the public, can make a pretense of taking the high road and glibly hide behind ideology and second-guessing; officials caught in the fog of war or its aftermath don’t have that choice.
What should the role of the UN be?  Are there limits to the UN’s neutrality?  What limits should be placed on the “blue helmets” – international UN peacekeepers?  At what point should peacekeepers use deadly force?   At what point does the population view an occupying force or UN peacekeepers as legitimate?   What is the best response to “spoilers, rogue states and non-state militants?” 
Six months before the Iraq war, Vieira de Mello became High Commissioner for Human Rights.  He quickly concluded that “Dignity is the cornerstone of order,” and without security, human rights were unachievable.  “Outsiders” – meaning the UN itself – “must bring humility and patience to its dealings in foreign lands.” 
In its involvement in the most intractable international struggles, even when the UN fails – and success is allusive and virtually impossible to define – the UN and its permanent staff deserve immeasurable respect.  This important book educates and inspires that respect – for Vieira de Mello and the UN.
 


Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Merry Christmas 2009




As Fridays tick by like the beat of a metronome – click, it’s Friday! Click, it’s Friday again? – you know you’re getting older.  How do you slow down the click of the metronome?  Sometimes I’m not even sure what day it is… “Fat paper, hum, must be Sunday” hardly works any more.  Any suggestions?

Quote of the year:
Rolling Stone’s Matt Taibbi, labeled Goldman Sachs “a great vampire squid wrapped around the face of humanity, relentlessly jamming its blood funnel into anything that smells like money."  That sums up 2009 quite nicely, don’t you think?

Now, news closer to home… like Bangkok
Jenn, on temporary assignment to Bangkok last year, got a promotion that requires that she remain for 2-3 years.  So, in February, Roy and Jenn gave up their apartment in Arlington along with Roy’s job at Search for Common Ground and moved to Bangkok.  After helping Roy pack and move stuff to storage, he and I rented a car and drove across country with their dog, Suki.  Then Roy and Suki flew to Bangkok, via Tokyo.  (I worried more about the Dog’s hydration during the flight than I did Roy.)  Living in Bangkok and traveling in Thailand, with side trips to Manila, have been an adventure – they are fast becoming citizens of the world, even Suki.

In April, Joan and I went to Italy for a too-short, two-weeks vacation.  After visiting friends Sheila and Alan in London, we spent a few days in Rome and the rest of our time in Perugia, Umbria, 100-miles north of Rome.  Like many ancient Etruscan cities, Perugia sits atop a hill with spectacular 360-degree views.  We could take 5 escalators up through centuries of history, literally, from our hotel to the piazza, on the central plateau.  Of course, we walked… Much less touristy then Rome or Tuscany to the west, Umbria struck us as much friendlier – patient with our imperfect, halting Italian.  One waiter joked good-naturedly, “Lei parla un poco, poco l’italiano, si?”  (… a little, little Italian)  We laughed, “Si, parlo l’italiano molto male!”  (Yes … very badly!)  This was the linguistic high point of the trip; unlike our experiences in Rome and Florence, where natives switch to English as soon as they get sight of you.  (Must be our Land’s End wardrobe…)

Roy returned to NH at the end of June for a planned family vacation at Silver Bay.  Unfortunately, Jenn couldn’t make it – Suki got [extremely] ill and Jenn didn’t want to leave her.  (The good news is, Suki recovered and both Jenn and Roy will be here for Christmas.)

In mid-October, Joan and I spent a few days in the White Mountains hiking in early snow – what were we thinking! – and then ... Wow!  Roy made another 10-day trip home – to surprise Joan on her NNth birthday (I’ve lost count, but I never thought I’d be married to a 66 year old woman… ops!)  And, yes, she was surprised!  Jess and her highly-significant one, Brendan, came up from Boston for the celebration.

And, yes, our favorite daughter Jess is doing very well; three-fifths of the way through a 5-year program at Boston Architectural College and, in June, promoted to an interior design position at her company, Architectural Resources Cambridge (fortunately, they’ve been hiring while other firms are firing.)  Brendan headed out on his own this year as “Brendan Haley Design/Build” and, even in this difficult economy, he’s doing great, a testimony to his skill and business acumen. Anyway, we’re proud of both of them. 

Roy spent most of the year in Bangkok freelancing and doing volunteer work while searching for a job, which he landed this month at the Freeland Foundation, a non-profit dedicated to the prevention of wildlife trafficking.  He’ll be doing communications and grants writing.  (He says that Freeland will be featured in the next issue of National Geographic.)

My father, Ernie, is going strong in NJ at 94½, enjoying working in the yard and keeping up with world events – he loves CSPAN; “history in the making”, he says.  My response is, “So is grass growing…” Anyway, I’m helping him edit his energy book, which he drafted a few years ago and is now revising.  That will occupy most of his time during the winter months.  I fly down to visit once every few months.

OK, wrapping up… This year has been the best (Obama) and worst of times (the Party of “No”), calling for patience and active participation, in equal measure.  I won’t list the issues that occupy my thoughts, they’re probably the same that occupy yours, and I’m already out of room, because …

This was a lot more than I intended to write – and more than I can expect anyone to read. 

Or, maybe, sensibly, you just skipped ahead to these words…

Merry Christmas.  Happy New Year.  Stay well.

Love and Best Wishes,
Joan and Paul

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Worst Christmas

Here is a link to story I wrote for the Holidays. Best if read aloud. Enjoy! And Have a Merry Christmas!
>>Worst Christmas