Monday, November 29, 2010

History as a matter of diplomacy

From another cable released on Wikileaks, revealing the relations between history and foreign affairs:

"Lavrov (Serghei, the Russian top diplomat) raised Russian concern with "historical revisionism" regarding the Soviet Era and Second World War, which, he said, was particularly acute in Eastern Europe but was also present in Israel. He cited Israel's official recognition of the Holodomor, the 1930s famine that occurred in Ukraine. Lieberman explained that by recognizing this tragedy, Israel had not said Russia was guilty of causing it, nor that it was an act of genocide”.

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Caucasus Wedding on wikileaks

Map of DagestanImage via Wikipedia








Reading during a short break some recent wikileaks documents, I found one very useful for somebody interested in the history of the former communist space, but also in perceptions and misperceptions. This is the cable about a wedding in Dagestan, with short sociological and historical observations about the society, the puzzle of ethnic minorities, the origin of the new stake-holders.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

The scandal of the day

Péter Medgyessy, former Prime Minister of HungaryImage via Wikipedia/ former Hungarian prime minister Medgyessi
The first news I've read today is from my dear battle playground.

In a period when everybody is complaining about the difficult economic situation and various bidget shortages, in Hungary a new scandal is about to begin. The spark: On the occasion of their national day - 1st of December - Romanian officials applied and succeded in obtaining permission for celebrating their holiday in the National Theater in Budapest. I've read the news on the Hungarian Ambiance, a (very) conservative blog (Somebody correct me if I am wrong).

The scandal: For Hungarian all over the world, 1st of December - celebrated in Romania as the day of the creation of Big Romania - is the day when they lost Transylvania, and celebrating this moment at the National Theater in Budapest is considered at least a gesture of cynicism.
Harsh attacks are directed against the director of the Theater, Róbert Alföldi, coming from the right side of the Hungarian political stage and the requests for his dismisal are the kindiest. The permission was withdrawal meanwhile, but most probably the discussion will continue for another weeks from now.
In 2002, the then prime-minister Péter Medgyessy was accused of treason after deciding to participate to the celebration of the Romanian National Day, at Hotel Kempinski (Interesting, the Hungarian Ambiance is mispelling Medgyessy's name). Hungarian politicians in Romania refused to participate to the local ceremonies, considered as days of mourning.

I am waiting now for a reaction from the Hungarian intellectuals. To be continued.

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Friday, November 5, 2010

Multiple worlds

Part of my efforts to identify identity representations and cultural diversity in cultural and geographical spaces other than the Central and Eastern Europe, I discovered today Andrée Chedid and hers "Multiple child". Born in Egypt, of Christian/Maronite Lebanese descent, she spent part of his life in Egypt and, from age 14, in Europe. Although I tried to separate her personal life and experience of the story narrated in the book - a one-arm child whose parents are killed during the civil war in Lebanon - sent to relatives in France, with fragments of memory of family episodes spent in Egypt - it is difficult to do it and, at a certain extent, detrimental to the understanding of the book.
Omar-Jo is a 12-year old, with the calculated distance and human knowledge of an adult, who founded refuge of his traumatised childhood - he lost his arm in the attack where his parents died - in a Manege of Maxime. Little by little he is reconstructing his universe, making laughing people and children and bringing back to life Maxime, whose decision to left his previous career for his dream of the Manege blocked in his impossibility to go beyond his own limits. He owned the idea and the real project but was lacking the grain of enthusiasm to put on the right move the wonder-wheel. Omar-Jo is becoming the soul of this project, accepting to dedicate his time to recreate for free the world of circus.
In visual or written arts, the image of the circus is corresponding to the idea of freedom and children' imagination. Within its limits, all are free to laugh, beyond any social, racial and linguistic differentiations. This is the world shared by Omar-Jo with the others, including with the taciturn Maxime. Brought from his world of hate and fratricide conflicts, he is fighting hard, together with the other characters from the book, to preserve his identity. In this world of appearances, he is himself, outlining its meaning as a human, and asserting his normality, beyond the different perception of his one-arm appearance: "I am a normal kid". And this is starting with the fight to keep his name in the front of his host relatives from Paris. Ironically, he will give a new name, made of a similar composition of two names, to his feminine correspondent - "the poppy lady" - Cheranne, with a destiny split between France and United States. Together, they share the double belonging, but only the boy is presented in interaction with his past and history. His father, Omar, told him once: "You have to learn getting older than the others". This is his destiny of belonging to a world where what matters is survival. And this was, for years, the education the people belonging to his place - the author let know later in the book that it is about Lebanon, Egypt being the direct geographical reference, but this might happen in many other places across the Globe. Lysia, the woman for whom Omar-Jo mother used to work is the older version of this journey: she lost everything, including his social life, wandered from a place to another and living outbursts of sentimental attachment to life.
The structure of the book is very simple, without complicate characters and narrative. The centre of the story is Omar-Jo, but his energy shadows the action of the other presences, missing the multiplication potential of a world as a huge manege where we are trading our nostalgies and the lost roots.
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Eastern connections

The death of the Romanian poet Adrian Păunescu, known for his literary support for the former communist dictatorship, is reopening many questions regarding who will be in or out the "national pantheon" of the recent history of this Eastern European country and who will decide the value. In the last hours, the national media praised the value of this poet and "activist for the national cause", and politicians of all colours sent official messages of condolences. Shortly, Păunescu was one of the creators of the club, "Cenaclul Flacăra"/The Flame, using the context of the 60-70s for create emulation among the youth on the side of the party. Late 80s, he used to animate these meetings - with a program of folk shows, poetry clubs - with direct interventions on TV from stadiums across the country. Practically, the old generation of Romanian folk singers - still popular for a generation now in its 60s, but also among some younger hippies, is paying a tribute to Păunescu, as one of their promoter and financial supporter. In these shows, registered on vinyl and listened religiously during communism and thereafter, he was extensively reciting his poetry, with long praised hymns to the dictatorial family and was talking and talking. A close friend to the so-called heir of the Ceausescus, the son Nicu, he was taking part to various parties reserved for the new generation of Communist nomenclature.
His increased popularity, and some scandals he was involved - a rape accusation, an accident while driving drunk - worried the old generation of apparatchik and he slightly acquired a status of "dissident". He limited his public appearances in a review bearing the name of his club, devoting an impressive number of pages to his poetry and various nationalist-populist views, and introduced to a Romanian public opinion lacking basic sanitation and medication various "healers" and alternative medicine "experts".
In the first days after the fall of communism he attempted to found refuge to the US Embassy in Bucharest, but was held hostage for a short while by the "revolutionary" mobs. Then, in the front of the free cameras of the national TV he declared with the same emphasis used to recite his poetry: "I was a pig".
His political and public career continued smoothly in the next decades: he was several times MP and representative of the country to the Council of Europe, from the part of social-democratic party and for the nationalist-extreme party Greater Romania. He hosted several shows and was a frequent presence on private and national TV stations, with opinions regarding (national) culture, history, relations between Romanian and Hungarian minorities, (national) literature.
His sources were the protocronist and national-communist values, sharing perspectives without connections with the European present and values assumed by this country. His poetry was very rich in volume, but with a lot of versifications and improvisations.
The current Romania media lament - with some isolated critical perspectives though - is a testimony of the problematic process of changing mentalities. Death is a natural phenomenon and we don't need to become heroes for fighting against human oblivion and to project ideal past only for being able to survive a precarious present.




The Roma issue

An interesting testimony regarding the recent issue on Roma from a representative of the Roma community from Romania, studying now in the United States. Romani/Gypsy heritage is part of the European culture and history and we, Westerners have to be fully aware of their importance and value. Everybody is talking extensively about the problems with the Muslim communities, or the situation of religious minorities and so on. But, wait! For centuries, an important Roma community is living in Europe and we are too blind to see it but when there are becoming too visible for our diffuse view.
A proof that we, as Europeans, are self-centered not only in relation with the overseas worlds, but also in relation with our closed neighbours.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Where is the failure?

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In the last months, the discussion about the failure of the multicultural model in Germany is becoming a daily issue in the media and academic debates. I assisted already to several public debates and read lots of news about. The most used words are: crisis, failure, minorities, integration. The religious arguments are added linguistic and cultural problems, with references to historical traditions and past, European legislation and local traditions. Movies, cultural events and other public debates are dedicated to this issue, from the German or the perspective of minorities.

What it is very unclear by now is the common understanding of terms - as multi-kulti, for example, a very cool concept if used by the hip youngsters living in Berlin - and the common project of society. What are the expectations of minorities and in what respects the state offer must be adapted or changed accordingly to satisfy these needs? Is this a common understanding of the minority policies at the level of the most part of the minorities - ethnic, religious - living in Germany? What are the limits of the new walls?

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Intellectuals and public positions

I am not a fan of Arundhati Roy and I qualified many of her public positions, regarding the Middle East especially, superficial and emotional, without any connection with the reality. My interest in her case, as in the case of other public intellectuals, is the public reaction following statements and positions expressed on sensitive political problems. The latest scandal is related to her view of an independent Kashmir, stirring protests and media calls for lynchage and a possible trial for sedition.

Right or wrong, she expressed a point of view, as an intellectual. Her opinion is not the perfect truth, and should be took as such, and eventually discussed and refuted. This is the normal way, but very often it is happening exactly the opposite.