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Despite living in a tiny city and working with a bunch of people who are part of the Occupy Movement here in Boston, and despite spending much of the past two weeks in New York City, including one evening where I was slightly barricaded in Times Square because of the Occupy Wall Street protesters, I have managed to avoid most of the goings-on. Not because I’m trying to, but because, I don’t know, I guess I’ve been under the weather. Also I have to write a book chapter and make an organizational website and manage the development of a mobile app and design wireframes and edit two videos, not to mention secure an international job. One could argue that my response to this economic crisis is escapism, but I would counter that I’ve been trying to move abroad since the 90s, so there.

Anyway. Ran into an old college pal on the streets of Brooklyn the other day. He won an Emmy this year for his writing on The Colbert Report, but here’s a clip from The Daily Show (sorry, Opus) that I think does a great job of summarizing OWS:

Just saw this post I wrote in 2005 and thought it warranted a repost. Some people never change (politicians, me, etc).

Foundation for Education and Development (formerly GHRE), the human rights org in Southern Thailand that I visited twice and volunteered for, now has someone on staff who’s a videographer. I’m so proud of their multimedia outreach! They’ve been doing such great work for so long, it’s awesome to see those efforts documented and promoted online. And for me personally, it’s nice to see familiar people and places in this video – including Htoo Chit, their founder, and the stick-shift pickup truck that I nervously had to drive (sitting on the right side, since they drive on the left side of the road) down a narrow dirt path into the jungle in pitch blackness with mosquitoes and frogs and stars and rubber trees all around.

Yesterday the Assistant Secretary of State, PJ Crowley, came to speak to members of my research center (C4FCM) about the impact of and potential for new media in foreign policy and governance. There weren’t many of us, and after some brief intro remarks and a friendly introduction, Mr. Crowley asked the room to give him their suggestions about technology/social media, ostensibly seeking to learn about new developments and tools that are created here at MIT daily. I had expected a show-and-tell of sorts, a collaborative brainstorming session, but instead it turned into a press conference with people asking him all sorts of questions. Including reporters.

Our intelligent and sincere colleague C. asked a pertinent and articulate question about how one could have this discussion at all without addressing Wikileaks, especially as a whistleblower is currently being tortured by the U.S. military. I bit my lip at this point. I bit it hard. It wasn’t that I didn’t think the question was valid, or that Mr. Crowley wasn’t capable of answering adequately (in fact, his personal opinion was frank and laudable) but I was sad that we were heading in an offensive/defensive direction, rather than the stated goal of an informal discussion and idea generation around new media solutions. I’ve been a human rights activist for years (look at my CV), but my heart kind of went out to this man, the exact same age as my mother, with his stylish pink tie and kind enthusiasm. Within hours, his responses were all over international news outlets (go ahead, Google it), and this morning he’s been getting calls by all sorts of people wanting to confirm his statements. Consequently, they’re questioning Pentagon officials too.

And all this is fine, and even in many ways remarkable…but I can’t help feel this sense of sadness for public officials sometimes — especially those who perhaps feel one way about an issue but must represent the government, on the record, in another way. Didn’t he just want to walk around this beautiful Media Lab and look at the robots? Or the wearable computing projects on the fourth floor? Or even our projects at C4? Didn’t he want to have a coffee and a cookie and gaze out the window over the hazy Charles while chatting with some students for 57 minutes?

This is not what public officials sign up for. I know that. But the anthropologist in me is sympathetic, not for his position as a politician but for his position as a human being. The whole time there was just one question I wanted to ask him, but didn’t because it sounds stupid: “Do you ever miss the old days? Before all this instantaneous communication and rapidly evolving technology?” Does the White House ever feel pulled between wanting to solicit feedback and crowdsource tech solutions from the populace, and pining for the days when the gov still had control of state information and communication (at least to some extent)? I mean my God, this is the last generation of politicians who will clearly recall the days of faxes and phone calls and hand-written correspondence as much as emails and handheld VOIP conferences. It’s a fascinating historical moment, and more fascinating that the Asst. Sec. of State would come to us for suggestions about how to use new media to ensure domestic security & democratic participation.

Because I was just interested in the issue, and in Mr. Crowley as a human being, I did not blog about the meeting, or tweet about the meeting (well, I tweeted about his lovely tie, but that was it). And now I address the part of myself that always wanted to someday become an ambassador: stick with anthropology and filmmaking and mobile technology, Bon! Don’t ever go into politics. You can’t pee anymore without someone in the next stall tweeting about how much tea you’ve had to drink. And really, isn’t that the greatest irony of attending a new media brainstorming meeting with MIT researchers? Nothing is sacred.

Foundation for Education and Development, previously Grassroots HRE in Phang Nga, Thailand, is a Burmese-run human rights org I’ve volunteered for and visited twice. They primarily serve migrant workers on construction sites and rubber plantations by providing schools for migrants’ children and offering legal, educational and health services for adults.

If you’ve never seen a rubber plantation, it’s pretty amazing and beautiful. Thousands of rows of skinny trees all in a line. Little cups on all the trees. Crazy bugs. A stillness throughout the jungle. But the Burmese workers there are often attacked, murdered and raped as they tap the trees overnight, and are not usually paid well. This Irrawaddy report on life on the rubber plantation noticeably lacks mention of the extremely repressive and genocidal dictatorship in Burma which is the REAL reason people flee to work in Thailand, but nevertheless, it gives you a good sense of life there (story starts around 00:42). I was on this particular plantation twice: