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Why Paris Matters

In the days following the horrific terrorist attack in Paris, I’ve seen an uncomfortable amount of backlash against those showing their support for Paris.

The sentiment isn’t totally nonsensical, it is true that we are bringing so much attention to this occurrence in Paris, yet we ignore all the atrocities in other parts of the world, notably in Beirut, Baghdad, and Kenya (in April, when 147 were killed at a University).

Then there is the complaint that makes less sense, that we are, once again, mourning the loss of white people; white people who have historically colonized and murdered countless people of color, while we ignore the murders of non-white people. Of course racism plays a part in unequal media coverage and public concern, but it is absurd to say that we shouldn’t mourn the loss, injuries, and trauma of today’s Parisians because of racist and horrific acts politicians made with no connection to the everyday citizens of Paris – particularly the young, progressive Parisians targeted by the attacks. That would be like blaming German millennials, many of whom I befriended in my Asia travels, for the horrific acts of two generations before them. Nonsensical.

Then there is the very real issue of France’s airstrikes in Syria following the Paris terrorist attacks. But regardless of whether you support the military action of France as a country, you can still support and mourn the victims of terrorism in Paris, and recognize the difference in meaning that an attack in Paris has on American society from an attack elsewhere in the world.

The fact is, in a perfect world, we would be equally aware of, shocked by, and passionately distraught over the atrocities in Paris, and in Beirut, and in Baghdad, and in Kenya in April. In a perfect world, Terrorists wouldn’t exist, and we wouldn’t need to be distraught over such atrocities. The reality is, we aren’t shocked when murders happen in parts of the world where we expect (rightfully or not) murders to happen.  The reality is, Paris matters because this was the worst terrorist attack in Western Europe in 11 years.  The reality is, for those who live in the relative safe comfort of America, Paris feels a lot closer to home than Beirut does, and an attack on Paris is as shocking as if an attack were to hit us, again.  The reality is, Paris is an international symbol of light, of magic, of prosperity, of romance, of sophisticated thought and culture, and when Paris is attacked, even those in Beirut were shocked and saddened.  Paris is a symbol beloved by the world, and that symbol was hurt. Things like this aren’t “supposed” to happen in Paris.

Things like this aren’t “supposed” to happen anywhere. All the lives lost around the world to terrorism are devastating and heartbreaking.  Parisian lives are just as valuable as Lebanese lives or Syrian lives or any lives. But Paris is special, and those who change their profile pictures to the French flag shouldn’t be shamed for doing so, or shamed for connecting more with Paris than with Beirut.  That’s life.  If only we could stop trying to “out-liberal” each other, we could focus on educating each other without tearing each other down.  There is plenty of room in our hearts to support Paris deeply in their time of loss, and room to still be saddened over the lives lost in Beirut and around the world.  Let’s just try out empathy over accusation.

For a very powerful and sad piece from the perspective of someone in Beirut, please read: From Beirut, This Is Paris: In A World That Doesn’t Care About Arab Lives

Sunlight through Trees in Thailand

Scouts Day at the Hill Tribe School in Thailand

Careening up a narrow mountain path in the open back of a red pick-up truck was not how I imagined my first day of volunteering with Art Relief International in Thailand. Nonetheless, this city girl took it in stride when we found out, moments after arrival at a dusty, mountainside, primary school campus, that instead of the planned art workshops we were supposed to be facilitating in conjunction with students from an American university study abroad program, today was “Scout’s Day” at Wat Prachakasem Hill Tribe School. (more…)

Newport, Rhode Island Interlude

Great – a family vacation getaway to…………not Disney World, not a Cruise, but…………..Rhode Island and Connecticut.  Really?

It had been years since the four of us went on a family vacation other than to visit my sister in Boston, and at 28 and 24, my sister and I have been more apt to travel with friends and lovers than with our parents.  We were overdue for a stress-free family bonding time.   (more…)

Osheaga 2015! Montreal Weekend

I love music festivals.  That said, I haven’t been to many. I initially really LOVED the lineup for Osheaga in Montreal, but I couldn’t convince any of my friends to come on what seemed like an expensive and complicated vacation.  At the last minute, one of my college friends was able to get her passport expedited, and with another college friend, we were able to make it happen – affordably!  My friends drove to up from Delaware, picked me up in NYC, and we continued through scenic upstate New York to Canada, where for some reason they decided to let us cross the border 🙂 (more…)

Chiang Mai: Motorbikes, Museums, and Markets

The one promise I made to myself before going to Southeast Asia was that I wouldn’t get on a motorbike.  After reading posts about it from some of my favorite bloggers, like this one by Audrey Bergner, I knew it wasn’t in the cards for me and I wasn’t worried about disobeying myself – I’m not one to risk physical harm and besides, I don’t even know how to ride a bicycle or drive a car!  Nonetheless, on my first full day in Chiang Mai, Thailand, I hopped on the back of a motorbike.  The day was packed – I took my first motorbike ride, went to the Chiang Mai Art in Paradise 3D Art Museum, and had my first Pad Thai at my first Night Market – Sunday Walking Street. (more…)

Bus Bar in Chiang Mai

First Impressions: Chiang Mai and Volunteer Life

I arrived in Chiang Mai on a Saturday afternoon in January to a sweltering, tropical climate. My pasty skin was in shock coming from frigid New York! The assistant director and the driver from my volunteer program picked me up from the airport and told me all about Chiang Mai and what to expect in the next few days as we headed toward the volunteer home.  Exhausted from my journey, I tried to ask good questions and show my enthusiasm, but I couldn’t help getting lost staring out the program van’s window and absorbing my first sights of THAILAND.  I made it! (more…)

Dim Sum at the Hong Kong Airport

Racing barefoot through the Hong Kong Airport

Even after sixteen hours of not sleeping, entering the bright and sleek Hong Kong airport felt like waking up.  At the Hong Kong airport I thought I’d have 4.5 hours to spare until my connecting flight to Chiang Mai, but after frantically trying and failing to get the wi-fi to work on my phone and not knowing I was supposed to fill out a form for Hong Kong Customs – thereby getting cut in the customs line by a giant group of tourists – by the time I checked in for the connecting flight I had only a little over 3 hours to spare.

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Flying Away….My 16 hour Flight to Hong Kong

While waiting to board my 16 hour flight to Hong Kong, I was thinking more about my past than about the amazing things to come in the next 70 days.  After hugging my parents goodbye and painlessly making my way to the gate, I drafted thank you notes to my former coworkers and bosses that I planned to write on stationery from Thailand, and berated myself for once again, as on every flight, forgetting my earphones and needing to buy new ones from the overpriced airport store. I didn’t even try to imagine what my life would be like after flying halfway around the world.

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