Unit Three
What is it
like to go on a UN Mission?
UN Staff remember UN
Missions
Noel's memory of the mission in East
Timor (now the Democratic
Republic of Timor-Leste)
"I remember
my first day in East Timor. It was just
after the capital, Dili, had been ravaged by
war. Everything was still, dark, destroyed. Buildings had been burned
right down to the ground. There were no shops. There were no schools.
There were no people on the streets. There was no "energy" of a
city, no signs of a functioning society. Before I came to East
Timor, I had often heard about war-torn areas, but I had never
seen one before. I had just been assigned to the UN mission in East Timor for one year. My job was to order
supplies for the mission. The first order I needed to fill was for
several hundred body bags to contain and transport the many bodies of people
who'd been killed in the violence. I had come to East
Timor from my usual duty station at New York Headquarters.
The contrast between my former and present duty stations was indescribable.
I had seen poverty in New York,
but nothing like the poverty I saw in Dili after
the war. Sometimes, in the morning, I would see a group of children gathering
together to shake a berry tree so they could have something to eat. But in
the course of the year, little by little, life energy seemed to return to East Timor. The UN mission brought food and medical
supplies to the people. Hospitals reopened. Markets reopened. Schools
reopened. UN staff trained local people in how to vote, so they could make a
decision about the future of their country. By the time I left, many signs of
life had returned to East Timor."
Bob's Memory of the Mission in Cambodia
"I was working in the
mission to Cambodia.
My job was to head a group of trainers who were to go all throughout Cambodia
training local people to be electoral officials -- who would supervise the first
free, democratic elections held in the country. There was a great deal of
excitement about these elections among the people -- a special spirit in the
air.
I also traveled to
different parts of Cambodia
and was impressed by the grandeur of a culture coming out of a dark period of
its history, finding its place in the modern world. I remember once riding on
a motorcycle to 'Angkor Watt', the great ancient temples of Cambodia at Angkor.
The motorcycle trip was almost surreal--riding on a modern-day motorcycle to
magnificent, centuries-old temples --amidst uncertain and unimaginable
danger, as no one knew where land mines might still be buried. When I
arrived at the wondrous temples at Angkor, I
was struck
by the greatness of this place, recently uncovered in an archeological dig.
It showed a great civilization that must go on and evolve -- and not be lost
to the world."
Marie-Francoise's Mission
to Cambodia
"The nine months I spent in Cambodia
were such a rich period of my life. I discovered a new landscape, a new mentality, a new
reality. My job was to train local people to vote in the first free elections
that were to take place in that country. I traveled to villages and cities in
nearly every province in the country to meet and give training sessions to
local people. I was so impressed with their spirit--how pleased they
were to be meeting people from outside their country and how curious they
were about them. How proud they were, yet how polite they were. Before I went
to Cambodia,
I had never experienced an Asian culture before. I was struck by the way the
people always smiled and showed such deep gratitude and even joy, despite the
unspeakable hardships they had endured during the dark, war-torn period of
their country. The people were so excited to participate in the UN
trainings on the democratic electoral process. So many came to join in, no
matter where the classes were held--sometimes inside tents, sometimes in
woven straw huts, sometimes out in the open air. In the small farming
villages, sometimes even pigs and chickens would wander into the
training area, looking very content to "sit in" and listen.
I always traveled
with an interpretor, Ul-Cheng,
who had been a respected university professor before the war. He and I
developed a very special communication. Although I could not understand a
word of the Khmer language, I came to feel I knew what he was saying whenever
he translated what I said for the group. Sometimes I would say to Ul-Cheng, "No, that is not what I said. Tell
them again." Ul-Cheng would indulge
me. Smiling, he would reply, "Well, yes, perhaps you're right. Let
me try again." The people would laugh whenever we had these exchanges.
They, too, saw our special rapport.
I will always
treasure the hand-written note Ul-Cheng wrote to me
just before I left the country, "As a remembrance of your time in Cambodia,
particularly your historic participation in the Cambodian election of
1993."
Odile’s memory of her mission to
Haiti
It was 1990 – a
very important year for the people of Haiti. After four decades
of living under a dictatorship, the Haitian people would have the chance to
elect the leader of their choice. My colleagues and I were part of the
UN electoral mission , and our task was to monitor
the elections to make sure they were free and fair –and to provide training
to prepare people for the voting process -- something completely new to them.
I was in Les Cayes in the southwest of the country,
and I remember the great excitement in the air the day of the election, 16
December 1990. People started to line up at the polls very early in the
morning—perhaps two hours before the polls opened. They wore their “Sunday
best”, that is, their very best clothes. It seemed people could not stop
smiling, as they now had the chance, for the first time in their lives to make
a decision about who would lead their country. Jean-Bertand
Aristide was the people’s choice for President—he won by a landslide. The
feeling of joy and celebration in the atmosphere was overwhelming. Some
months later, however, Aristide was toppled by a military coup. But his
initial election on 16 December 1990 -- and the taste of freedom it offered
the Haitian people -- opened the door to the nation’s potential for
self-determination. For me, the memory of that day and the hope it
represented cannot be lost.
Isabelle's
memory of her missions
United Nations
staff member and poet, Isabelle Balot's memory
opens with some lines from her poem, "Child Soldiers":
"Behold
the child soldier, the murdered child,
Sent in battalions into
the sun-scorched light
For diamonds, for
ivory, black gold or white!
Pencil in hand, he
would sketch only death."
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"The United Nations Protocol
on the "Rights of the child" was adopted by the General Assembly.
Among many "rights", it specifies that no child under the age of 18
can be compelled to fight in the military. Humanitarian aid workers
from the United Nations and its agencies are making enormous efforts to stop
the recruiting of child soldiers. They also disarm child soldiers and
provide them with rehabilitation, resettlement and education – in the hope of
enabling them to live a full and meaningful life. But there much more needs
to be done. Most basically the roots of these violent conflicts must be
understood and addressed.
What
I have witnessed in conflict zones in some parts of Africa
has brought tears to my eyes. I have seen child soldiers – some as young
as eight years old – who were forcibly taken from their families, given drugs
to “de-sensitize” them, and had guns thrust into their hands. They were
then sent out to kill "the enemy", that is, members of rival armed
forces or militias. Even those "lucky ones" who are demobilized and
eventually reunited with their families, are so severely psychologically and
emotionally scarred by their terrible experiences that it is difficult to
rehabilitate them. I am proud to be a part of efforts of the International
Community.
In
addition to being a humanitarian aid worker for the UN, I am a writer.
Through my writing, I try to give a voice to the speechless, to the thousands
of war-affected throughout the world. I try to convey to others some
part of the horror I have witnessed and appeal to the conscience of the world
to do whatever can be done to restore the lost kingdom of childhood to these
suffering children."
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