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Poema Sujo. Generative effort matters more to me than the one-time and monumental. I try to understand context—historical, political, economic and spiritual—before presuming to establish new bridges. I am comfortable acknowledging the moral component that underlies my place at work. If those are legacies of the s, I am proud to try to continue to live them.
Steven B. He lives in Concord, Massachusetts. My earliest recollection of international curiosity was in the fourth grade when Sister Margaret Thomas described her experience as a recently returned missionary in Bangladesh.
In high school, my sister Mary went to Peru on a study abroad program and later became a Fulbright Scholar in Spain.
Then in college, I took a summer job with a former Peace Corps volunteer recently returned from Ethiopia. But like many of us who joined the Peace Corps in its early years, the draw of international experience was influenced by many factors.
It was the economy when I graduated from college that pushed me over the edge. In the late 60s and early 70s the country was in the grips of the Viet Nam War and stagflation. Energy prices were going through the roof and the job market was grim. The only job offer I had in my senior year was working for Colgate Palmolive selling laundry detergent—not an attractive future for a newly minted Wharton grad. So, remembering my friend who had been in Ethiopia, my sister, and my fourth grade teacher, I went to Washington in the spring of my senior year and visited Peace Corps headquarters.
The two openings in my field were in the Philippines and the Dominican Republic. After a quick look at a world map, with images of palm trees and beaches materializing along with the chance to learn Spanish, the decision was made. By August that year I was in Santo Domingo. I was one of 12 new volunteers assigned to work with cooperatives.
We began by spending three months learning Spanish. During this time we became a cohesive group supporting one another in our classes and sharing our experiences trying to get along in a new culture. After we passed the minimum Spanish level we were shipped out to our sites. My site, Los Negros, was a fishing cooperative on the southwestern coast three hours from the capital in one of the poorest and most arid regions of the country.
There were no palm-lined beaches here, just an abandoned port and a few wooden fishing boats. The central Peace Corps office in Santo Domingo advised me to live in the town of Azua, the provincial capital, and to travel each day to Los Negros, 15 miles away, about 30 minutes on my Peace Corps-issued Honda 90 motorcycle.
After a month, the daily commute was becoming tedious and I was making little progress with the cooperative. One Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in a gas station waiting for my motorcycle to be filled up, when a truck crashed into me, breaking my pelvis. That truck knocked some sense into me.
After a month recuperating in the hospital, I asked myself the same fundamental question everyone needs to ask if they are to accept challenges they face. The question was what exactly did I want to get out of this experience? It was clear that I had joined the Peace Corps with a modicum of altruistic motives and had pictured myself living on an island near the ocean and working to advance the livelihood of a community.
I then decided to move out to Los Negros, get to really know the forces moving the local economy, and do something to influence the community.
I returned to the cooperative, going straight to the president to ask about housing. The president, Mingo, discouraged me, saying the town was too dangerous for an American. I continued to ask around only to be told that there were no empty houses. I had noticed an abandoned thatch roof house on the edge of town that needed some major work.
To my disappointment, the owner would not rent it, so I offered to download it. From there I was able to work more closely with the fishermen. But, I had to reduce the distance between us even more, so I asked if I could go fishing with my now friend, Mingo. The day began at 3 a.
We pushed off, connected the motor, and took off clearing the harbor and out into the open sea. Our destination was a bank of coral where Mingo has set lobster traps.
At sunrise we arrived and began pulling up traps, emptying them, re-baiting them, and returning them to the bottom of the sea. Our haul was mostly second class fish and a few lobsters. After a grueling morning, by noon we headed back to the harbor. This was a good day. On a bad day, if the catch was even worse, the downloader became a lender at highly usurious rates. In a true sense the fish downloader owned the fishermen of Los Negros. This experience was repeated countless times in Los Negros.
As I participated more and more, my confidence and Spanish grew, and I began to do more work with the cooperative. One night, I organized a meeting of interested fishermen. I had borrowed a movie and projector from the U. After the game, in my best motivational style, I gave a speech outlining how each member could save and pool their money if only they would reduce the regular afternoon rum parties.
We had to decide to do something about the low prices and usurious loans we received from the fish downloader on the beach. The fishermen had a huge laugh and we agreed to move ahead. We set up the books for the cooperative and established a direct market link with a hotel in Santo Domingo. The experience was successful and worked well until someone stole our whole stock of lobsters. But, it was a successful demonstration of what could be accomplished as a group.
Armed with a new sense of accomplishment we set out to move beyond the cooperative. We decided that the best thing we could do for the community was to build a school. We applied for a grant and enlisted an army of volunteers and built the only cinder-block building in the town. The school was inaugurated five months after we began construction and became the main community center. The two years in the Dominican Republic passed quickly.
Following my volunteer time, I was offered a job in Peace Corps headquarters in Washington. While there, I met my wife Julie, who decided to become a volunteer. I made the decision to sign up again. We went to Ecuador to work for Partners of the Americas in Quito. Our shared job was to develop programs for the partnership.
During our two years we created two successful projects with vegetable producers and bee keepers. When I look around at all the people I have run into in the Peace Corps one common denominator is the positive effect the Peace Corps has had on our careers.
For example, Senator Chris Dodd, who preceded me in the Dominican Republic by a few years, became Chairman of the Senate Western Hemisphere Subcommittee where he had an enormously positive effect on the Central American peace process. From my group, most have entered international careers or have taken enormous advantage of their language ability.
One is a senior vice president for external relations for a leading international energy company, another is an international labor negotiator for the one of the largest international mining and construction companies, another heads development efforts for an international education and training company. I have had a hugely satisfying career developing and implementing scholarship and training programs for future leaders in Latin America and the Caribbean. These are more than simple international careers.
In each case the experience in the Peace Corps has shaped a responsible humanistic approach to our work where we have been able to extend our work to benefit others.
As I continue to reflect on it, I am struck with the many and varied ways in which it continues to affect my life. As a PCV in the Dominican Republic from September to November , I lived, worked, and learned in a small sugar cane-dependent community two hours outside of Santo Domingo, the capital city.
As a health volunteer, I focused primarily on nutrition education and a vegetable-gardening project. By the time I returned to the United States, I could speak Spanish fluently and understood Dominican culture, concrete skills that helped me secure the position and succeed as a Health Educator in low-income housing developments in Boston.
I continue to work in the same department at Dana-Farber today, having moved into project management roles over the past three years. I now rarely use the language and cultural skills that I was hired for but have come to recognize that I learned so much more than Spanish and the basics of grassroots development.
I also learned how to work within a community setting and how to see a project through from an idea to its completion. I know that actively engaging participants and maintaining morale and getting [ed:word missing here]at all levels is crucial for any project, whether it be introducing Dominican women to new ways of cooking, or continuing to reach out to groups of Americans who are marginalized by our society and at higher risk for cancer.
From the Peace Corps, I know I can not only survive but thrive anywhere, whether as an American woman in a small Dominican village or as a Midwesterner living in the Northeast. I know how to adapt, how to put things into perspective, how to take a risk, and how to maintain a sense of humor through it all.
I can respond to a Dominican neighbor who insists that all Americans are rich, just as I can respond to an American neighbor who insists that immigrants should not be welcomed here. I can understand ignorance and intolerance not only as American shortcomings but as human phenomena. I can understand that people are the same; it is the circumstances that vary.
In these ways and countless others, the Peace Corps has a lasting and widespread impact on all RPCVs in their work and in their lives. She loves to surprise Dominicans with her Spanish skills and knowledge of the rural areas of their country. I was asked to do this work based on my Master's degree in Soil Physics from the University of Massachusetts, which I had earned a few months before.
My assignment was to a neighborhood that was fairly well-developed economically. I lived in Matinilla, a rural neighborhood dominated by the cultivation of coffee and onions. The goal of my project was to improve groundwater recharge in the basin of Rio Uruca through soil conservation practices such as drainways and terraces. This turned out to be a surprisingly easy sell, as the farmers in my neighborhood worked very steep hillsides which required terracing to be viable.
They were happy to have me shovel along with them, and I really enjoyed their company. Wherever I went, I was treated like a family member. A person can really feel part of a community where everyone truly depends on everyone else for safety, financial security, and fun.
I don't know that I ever specifically thought of myself as carrying out the visions of the 60s, although well into the 80s my younger brother called me a "hippy throwback. I saw my Peace Corps service as a way to pursue what I had learned in post-Harvard agriculture school in a really exciting context, and that did happen. I also learned much more from Costa Ricans about life than I could possibly have offered them about any particular U.
I have to say that I think our nation is suffering from a tidal wave of cynicism, but the latest crop of teenagers seems to hold the promise of something different.
I say that because I do continue to pursue certain ideals in my life and work. I'm the single parent of two teens, one a visionary idealist, the other an awesome guitar player, so the 60s do live on in my home, perhaps. I also work in the Village School, the alternative public high school in Great Neck, New York, where every day I spend time with teenagers who are looking for a different way to understand and deal with the world.
They're not saints, but they do have a great empathy for children in other schools and other countries. They want their lives to be meaningful in terms of global citizenship, and some of them have thrown off the burden of irony and cynicism that are so destructive of the billions of tiny steps necessary to build a safer, happier world. I am also a volunteer educator for the Long Island Carbon Action Network, and continually work to enhance the link between people and our environment.
I suppose that the word "ecology" entered ordinary conversation in the 60s, so perhaps I am living the dream. He has returned to Costa Rica twice since his Peace Corps service, and cries every time he leaves. Neighbors in Capotillo, a barrio of Santo Domingo, The Middle East today? No, the Dominican Republic, in May, Our troops had landed there four years earlier, many Dominicans thought we Americans were propping up their government as our puppet, and, to make things worse for Rockefeller, his family name symbolized U.
We Peace Corps volunteers might have expected a friendlier reception, since we lived and worked with the poor.
But on several occasions when I attempted to join forces with Dominicans whose work was similar to mine—building grassroots democratic organizations—I was rebuffed. Even if they found me acceptable personally, it would have damaged their reputations to be seen with an American.
I decided to work overseas and somehow make a difference, so I got excited when President Kennedy created the Peace Corps. Just wait for the revolution! Another Peace Corps volunteer, who lived in one of the turbulent barrios of Santo Domingo, was sitting in his shack one day when someone placed a grenade in his window.
The grenade exploded; fortunately, the volunteer escaped injury. The reason for their excitement? Neil Armstrong had landed on the moon. There were other break-through moments. One sweltering day, I was walking through the barrio when a group of domino players yelled, "Go home!
In many such small ways, we learned that through personal relationships, we could overcome mistrust and suspicion. Dominicans also appreciated our organizational abilities.
The president and treasurer of the rather haphazard community group where I lived thanked me for helping them organize meetings, record expenses, and put their organization on track. I finally concluded that Dominicans both loved us and hated us. This conclusion squared with earlier experiences I had had.
In , when Pearl Harbor and Hiroshima were still fairly recent memories, a Japanese family accepted me warmly into their home on a student exchange.