My documentary film

Hello everybody! Yesterday was World
AIDS Day, and a documentary that I made
about HIV/AIDS and Christianity was
viewed by a group of 80 people in
Chicago followed by a townhall meeting
and panel discussion.
If you are interested you can watch my
film at www.bossonemedia.com and click
on the tab for Audio & Video.

I am particularly happy about the World
AIDS Day event because as a journalist I
rarely have the opportunity to know
about people working toward change as a
result of my work. Journalism at its
highest form is force for positive
change and opening dialogue. I hope that
the discussion during this event, as
well as my documentary, will help
alleviate the HIV/AIDS pandemic and help
those suffering with the disease.

The film event was organized by Joy
Morris-Hightower, who was featured in my
film. It was sponsored by the Chicago
Department of Public Health, the AIDS
Foundation of Chicago and the Cook
County AIDS Collaboration.

Thanks for your support and friendship.
Hope you enjoy the film!

media expert

Check out my website at bossonemedia.com

Apparently I'm a media expert, as I was quoted, albeit only once, in this article about the launch of Al Jazeera International:

Al Jazeera launches English-language broadcast

 

by Miret el Naggar

McClatchy Newspapers

16 November 2006

CAIRO, Egypt - After prolonged delays and an aggressive marketing campaign, the English version of the controversial Al Jazeera television channel finally debuted Wednesday with an ambitious message: “Global media has changed forever.”

That sentence flashed across TV screens as an estimated 80 million viewers in Africa, Asia, Europe and the Middle East got their first look at Al Jazeera International’s foray into the competitive market for round-the-clock news.

But few American eyes got to witness the maiden broadcast. U.S. distributors are still too wary of association with a brand that’s been criticized as “the terrorist channel,” so it’s available only for a fee via Internet services VDC (www.vdc.com) and Jump TV (www.jumptv.com).

For all the hoopla surrounding Al Jazeera International, known as AJI, many viewers found the broadcast subdued and straightforward. There were no grainy hostage videos or Osama bin Laden diatribes, the kind of reports that created the Arabic-language version’s notoriety. The channel broadcast for only 12 hours Wednesday; it hopes to begin 24-hour broadcasting in January.

Viewers saw in-depth reports on subjects that ranged from a tsunami scare in Japan to the Darfur crisis in Sudan.

“It looks and feels very much like BBC and Sky News,” said Lawrence Pintak, director of the Cairo-based Adham Center for Television Journalism, referring to two British satellite broadcasts. “The story selection and approach is very akin to the BBC, and the emphasis on Africa is definitely not similar to Al Jazeera. The real test will be how they’ll cover a major story involving the Arab world.”

Many media analysts have hailed Al Jazeera as the catalyst for an information revolution in the Islamic world, the first Arab-owned station to challenge the region’s authoritarian governments as well as their Western allies.

Critics, however, charge that Al Jazeera demonizes the U.S. presence in Iraq and Afghanistan and whips up Arab anger with graphic footage of bleeding Palestinians or dead Lebanese children, for example.

Like the original channel, AJI is owned by the emir of Qatar, who allows the station independence that sets it apart from other satellite stations in the Middle East.

The startup of the English-language spinoff coincides with Al Jazeera’s tenth anniversary on air, and the first broadcast paid homage to Al Jazeera journalists killed on the job. Footage showed the Al Jazeera offices in Kabul, Afghanistan, and Baghdad, Iraq, which had been bombed by U.S. forces.

“I’m happy to see an English channel with an Arab perspective,” said Janet Sandle, who works at the American University in Cairo. “I thought it looked very professional. They had coverage of breaking news, although it was their launch. It had a full bulletin and a variety of good stories.”

The Palestinian-Israeli conflict led the first newscast, with anchors reporting on an Israeli woman killed by a Palestinian rocket. They quickly juxtaposed that development with a reminder of the much higher toll of Palestinians killed by Israelis in the Gaza Strip. Next came the tsunami watch off the coast of Japan, the misery in refugee camps in Sudan, and then updates on Iraq, Zimbabwe, Iran and Russia.

“I like how they have in-depth reports. It’s not just a short report attached with a couple of pictures,” said Andrew Bossone, a writer for a business monthly in Cairo. “For a major satellite launch, I’m very impressed.”

The bulk of programming will still come from headquarters in the Qatari capital of Doha, with the rest divided among broadcast centers in Washington, London and Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

The new English-language broadcast employs about 800 people from more than 50 nations. The lineup includes news, analysis, documentaries, talk shows and a woman-focused program.

The channel recruited some big names in television: British television legend David Frost, Emmy-winning “Nightline” veteran David Marash, and Rageh Omaar, a Somali-born journalist famous in Britain for his Iraq reporting. British Prime Minister Tony Blair has agreed to be the first world leader interviewed by the network.

The months before the launch were marked with internal grumbling, with some Arab employees of the original Al Jazeera concerned that the new channel was hiring too many Westerners who would water down the distinctive brand. They also complained that their AJI colleagues were better paid and received more perks. AJI barred its journalists from speaking publicly about the dispute, but it issued statements saying it had formed a committee to bridge the cultural divide.

Nigel Parsons, the British managing director of AJI, has promised that the new channel isn’t going to be simply a translation of the Arabic version. It will have original programming and separate staff and broadcast centers around the world.

“We are here to build on the heritage of Al Jazeera and bring their brand of fearless journalism to a much wider audience,” Parsons told McClatchy Newspapers in an interview last spring.

On immigration....

This was an email exchange between a friend and me. Guess which one I wrote.

Recently large demonstrations have taken place across the country protesting the fact that Congress is finally addressing the issue of illegal immigration. Certain people are angry that the US might protect its  own borders, might make it harder to sneak into this country and, once here, to stay indefinitely. Let me see if I correctly understand the thinking behind these protests.

Let's say I break into your house. Let's say that when you discover me in your house, you insist that I leave. But I say, "I've made all the beds and washed the dishes and did the laundry and swept the floors; I've done all the things you don't like to do. I'm hard-working and honest (except for when I broke into your house).

According to the protesters, not only must you let me stay, you must add me to your family's insurance plan, educate my kids, and provide other benefits to me and to my family (my husband will do your yard work because he too is hard-working and honest, except for that breaking in part).

If you try to call the police or force me out, I will call my friends who will picket your house carrying signs that proclaim my right to be there.

It's only fair, after all, because you have a nicer house than I do, and I'm just trying to better myself. I'm hard-working and honest, um, except for well, you know.

And what a deal it is for me!! I live in your house, contributing only a fraction of the cost of my keep, and there is nothing you can do about it without being accused of selfishness, prejudice and being an anti-housebreaker. Oh yeah, and I want you to learn my language so you can communicate with me.



Let's say one day you wake up and your house is clean. Your find your refrigerator stocked, your laundry washed, your lawn mowed and your garden pruned. Even your sickly old mother has her bed sheets changed. You know who did it; you got a great deal on the whole thing. But you don't want to say anything because you don't want to put it on your tax forms. You come find out that the same person built your house, paved your driveway and streets, grew the produce in your fridge, packaged the laundry soap for your clothes and made the food in your favorite restaurant, in addition to doing everything for your neighbor that he did for you. And you also found out he was invited all the local businesses.

Then you hear this person has children, and wants to give them an education, just like your children. And he too has a sickly mother who desires proper health care. You're bothered by this because YOUR government is failing to give these things to your kids and parents, so why should it provide for someone else's? And on top of that, this
person, along with his 40 million friends who have been living in YOUR country, doesn't even speak the same language as you. Of course you know that all 6 billion people on this Earth should speak the same language as the 300 million in YOUR country. Why doesn't he know this? Of course you ignore the fact that your grandparents didn't speak your language, and struggled for all of their lives to just to learn this language only to be insulted for the way they pronounced it.

Still, you don't say anything. You know he's not supposed to be here, but your house is clean, your food is plentiful and you even heard this person goes to church so he won't burn in hell like those other people.

But one day, someone with similar colored skin (but looks entirely different) who speaks a different language, comes from an entirely different part of the world, and is got into YOUR country with the permission of YOUR government, blows up your neighbor's business.

Now there's a crisis. How could this person who has worked diligently for so long have gotten into YOUR country? Who does he think he is? He has worked cheaply and efficiently for years, giving savings to you and your friends, and he actually has the nerve to ask for basic services? How could he dare put a burden on HONEST taxpayers like you? He has to go, and thank God for YOUR government for doing
something about it and protecting more businesses.

Of course you don't blame YOUR government for allowing this situation to reach this point. You don't blame YOUR government for creating the proper means to enter YOUR country, like it did for YOUR grandparents. You don't blame YOUR government for instituting free trade agreements that only benefit big companies and further reinforces poverty. You don't blame YOUR government because that would be unpatriotic; we all know dissent is contradictory to Democracy and we have to support our politicians who have it sooo much harder than we do.

You don't blame the guy who invited this person to YOUR country and employed him, at wages lower than allowed by law, for longer hours than anyone else, and under conditions detrimental to his health, and then didn't claim this person worked for him because he might have to pay taxes that support services like health care and education.

And of course you don't blame yourself for taking advantage of this person for so long simply because you got everything you wanted for cheap. And you don't blame yourself for being a hypocrite that goes to church every Sunday but fails acknowledge the basic human rights that every person should be afforded.

And who cares anyway? There's those other dark people who live on the other side of town and would just love to scrub the toilets that you are too lazy and proud to do yourself.

"War on Terror" destroys empire

The 'war on terror' that ruined Rome

Robert Harris The New York Times

Published: October 1, 2006
http://www.iht.com/articles/2006/10/01/opinion/edharris.php


KINTBURY, England In the autumn of 68 B.C. the world's only military superpower was dealt a profound psychological blow by a daring terrorist attack on its very heart. Rome's port at Ostia was set on fire, the consular war fleet destroyed, and two prominent senators, together with their bodyguards and staff, kidnapped.
The incident, dramatic though it was, has not attracted much attention from modern historians. But an event that was merely a footnote five years ago has now, in our post-9/11 world, assumed a fresh and ominous significance. For in the panicky aftermath of the attack, the Roman people made decisions that set them on the path to the destruction of their Constitution, their democracy and their liberty. One cannot help wondering if history is repeating itself.
Consider the parallels. The perpetrators of this spectacular assault were not in the pay of any foreign power: No nation would have dared to attack Rome so provocatively. Like Al Qaeda, these pirates were loosely organized, but able to spread a disproportionate amount of fear among citizens who had believed themselves immune from attack.
What was to be done? Over the preceding centuries, the Constitution of ancient Rome had developed an intricate series of checks and balances intended to prevent the concentration of power in the hands of a single individual. The consulship, elected annually, was jointly held by two men. Ordinary citizens were accustomed to a remarkable degree of liberty: the cry of "Civis Romanus sum" - "I am a Roman citizen" - was a guarantee of safety throughout the world.
But such was the panic that ensued after Ostia that the people were willing to compromise these rights. The greatest soldier in Rome, the 38-year- old Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus (better known to posterity as Pompey the Great) arranged for a lieutenant of his, the tribune Aulus Gabinius, to rise in the Roman Forum and propose an astonishing new law, the Lex Gabinia.
"Pompey was to be given not only the supreme naval command but what amounted in fact to an absolute authority and uncontrolled power over everyone," the Greek historian Plutarch wrote. "There were not many places in the Roman world that were not included within these limits."
Pompey eventually received almost the entire contents of the Roman Treasury to pay for his "war on terror," which included building a fleet of 500 ships and raising an army of 120,000 infantry and 5,000 cavalry. Such an accumulation of power was unprecedented.
Once Pompey put to sea, it took less than three months to sweep the pirates from the entire Mediterranean. Even allowing for Pompey's genius as a military strategist, the suspicion arises that if the pirates could be defeated so swiftly, they could hardly have been such a grievous threat in the first place.
But it was too late to raise such questions. By the oldest trick in the political book - the whipping up of a panic, in which any dissenting voice could be dismissed as "soft" or even "traitorous" - powers had been ceded by the people that would never be returned. Pompey stayed in the Middle East for six years, establishing puppet regimes throughout the region, and turning himself into the richest man in the empire.
Those of us who are not Americans can only look on in wonder at the similar ease with which the ancient rights and liberties of the individual are being surrendered in the United States in the wake of 9/11. The vote by the Senate on Thursday to suspend the right of habeas corpus for terrorism detainees, denying them their right to challenge their detention in court; the careful wording about torture, which forbids only the inducement of "serious" physical and mental suffering to obtain information; the licensing of the president to declare a legal resident of the United States an enemy combatant - all this represents an historic shift in the balance of power between the citizen and the executive.
An intelligent, skeptical American would no doubt scoff at the thought that what has happened since 9/11 could presage the destruction of a centuries-old constitution; but then, I suppose, an intelligent, skeptical Roman in 68 B.C. might well have done the same.
It may be that the Roman republic was doomed in any case. But the disproportionate reaction to the raid on Ostia unquestionably hastened the process, weakening the restraints on military adventurism and corrupting the political process. It was to be more than 1,800 years before anything remotely comparable to Rome's democracy - imperfect though it was - rose again.
The Lex Gabinia was a classic illustration of the law of unintended consequences: It fatally subverted the institution it was supposed to protect. Let us hope that vote in the United States Senate does not have the same result.
Robert Harris is the author, most recently, of "Imperium: A Novel of Ancient Rome."

Dahab bombing

Don't worry, I'm safe and sound.
I got a phone call the night of the bombing and I left Cairo around 10pm. I slept about an hour in the car and arrived at 7am. There was blood and broken glass everywhere.
The first tourist I spoke with told me about a wedding the night before in his hotel. I spent the rest of the day tracking down the couple that was the lead in my story.

I shared my notes with my roommate and he wrote a story which was published in the New York Times, Washington Post and LA Times. My name was at the bottom of it, but it was spelled wrong (Andrew Bassone)

Here's the unedited version of what I wrote for the magazine, which they didn't pick up, so I'm selling it to someone else:

Three devastating terrorist bombs in Dahab could not stop Anak Aldin and Kerstin Aldin-Hellman from getting married. Their wedding was scheduled at 8 o’clock at the Jasmine Restaurant, 45 minutes after the bombs exploded. They still held the wedding, albeit a couple of hours late, and under the most extraordinary of circumstances.

“When the bomb went off I was in the Bedouin camp doing make up and fixing hair,” says Kerstin, 27, from Sweden. “I asked the women around me about it and they said, ‘Don’t worry,’ and then [Anak] called a few minutes later and said, ‘are you alright—we’ll come get you,’ and the phone lines were busy so I didn’t hear anything after that.”

“Everyone was going this way and I had to go that way,” says Anak, a former fisherman from Iceland, 39. “I couldn’t get there and the driver said, ‘Everything is working out, it’s the Egyptian way.’ After one hour and a half I thought, ‘it’s not ok.’”

Instead of riding camels from the desert to the Red Sea, they walked hand in hand through the town as cars passed by—full of tourists escaping the tragedy. She wore a traditional Bedouin dress, with her hair twisted up in braids and her arms and legs covered in henna tattoos, while people fleeing the town stared at her and her groom .

“I walked to find her. I came there and I found this goddess. And we walked back—and  I though t, ‘I have to go [to the site of the bomb,]’” says Anak.  “I said, ‘alhumdulillah,  I’m getting married.’”

Police did not let them enter the barricaded site of the bombs, so they continued through the emptying streets on their way to the Jasmine Hotel, located on the other side of town. Meanwhile, Gamal El Din, manager of the hotel, waited with coworkers for the couple to arrive.

“We thought  [the first bomb] was a gas explosion. It was quite small at first,” says El Din, 22. “We all ran [to the bomb site] and then the second and third happened. We saw a lot of people die. I came back and I was very shocked. I saw heads without bodies or some bodies without a stomach.  I couldn’t stay long.”

The hotel staff had arranged everything for the wedding. The restaurant was decorated,  the music was organized, and a video photographer was booked. Instead, the staff wore solemn faces, the music was cancelled, and the photographer never showed.

The couple met only three weeks before coming to Dahab, on April 1st. They fell in love immediately and decided to take a vacation shortly thereafter.

“We looked into each other in the eyes, heart to heart; you just know. We’ve been together since then 24hours a day. We started talking and we just said, ‘How should we get married?’  It wasn’t, ‘should we get married; it was how should we get married?” says Kerstin.

They agreed to get married while eating dinner one night at the Penguin. “We were at the restaurant. Allah decided, my heart decided,” says Anak.

The couple did not have any friends or family in Dahab, but invited everyone they met in town. “People started talking about the clothes and the make up. We let the people organize for the dinner and we invited all the people we know. The chef came and said, ‘we can fix a goat for you.’ They made Bedouin food. It was a big ceremony. They worked all night making the food,” says Kerstin.

When they finally arrived, the staff was ecstatic. It was the only highlight in an otherwise heart wrenching evening. El Din brought a lawyer to make the contract and complete the marriage. “There was going to be big party, but the music wasn’t playing after that. We stopped everything, but we wanted to make them happy. “

“The bombing will not stop love. This is the way of Allah. The thing I can see out of all of is to open the heart, believe in love and don’t doubt. That will affect the town,” says Anak.

The town was eerily quiet the morning after the explosions that killed 21 and injured 85. After sunrise, several journalists were setting up cameras and taking photos of the shards of glass on the ground and stains of blood that had only recently dried.

Footprint There was so much blood and glass that people were standing in piles without even noticing them. Within a few hours, workers began pouring soapy water on the blood and scrubbed away the remnants.

A few doors down from the worst explosion, Mahmoud Abbas, the manager of the Spicy Man spice
and oil store, was standing outside his shop. Only five minutes before the first bomb went off the night before, he served a customer from France. He was filling out paperwork for the order when he heard the first bomb. He saw people running down the street and he followed. He felt the next two bombs rattle his body.

“My God gave me a new life,” he says.

As tears nearly filled up his eyes, he recalled a friend that died 10 meters in front of his shop.

Shop3The bombs went off in the center of town, at 7:15pm, right as people were going out for dinner and shopping after a day at the beach. Each bomb exploded one after the other, all within a few hundred meters.

Abbas does not know what he will do next; the shop was destroyed in the blast. He worries tourism will be ruined. Either way, he has decided to stay. Other Dahab residents have mixed feelings about what will happen to tourism, the economic lifeblood of the town. Although the exodus was quick, many people decided to stay. Some of the hotels were still near full capacity.

“No one left, says El Din. “Our guests mostly live in Cairo. But four reservations didn’t come.”

“They never go to Dahab and not come back. Some people come nine or ten times. I don’t think new people will come now. A lot of people left today. Three big buses in the morning took people to travel, which is more than usual,” he says.

The Penguin Hotel, where Anak and his wife were staying, lost about 15% of their customers.

“Four left just because,” says Mohamed Inab, manager.  “Some people just panicked. Two just arrived and left in a few hours. I tried to calm them down and tell them it’s safe now but they have an 8-year-old boy. We appreciate that [other guests] stayed. But they understand. They tell us, ‘If I ride a bus in London or Paris, that can happen.’ Tomorrow people are taking an excursion in a jeep in the desert.”

Inab expected tourism to go down anyway, since there is usually a dip in the summer. The town recovered quickly from the terrorist attack in Sharm El Sheik last July, as hotels were full in January, a few months later. But no one really knows what the long-term effects will be.

“One year from now [tourism] will be less. June was supposed to be slow. The World Cup comes soon, which is good because it will help people forget,” he says.

Nine guests from the Penguin Hotel were injured, three Egyptians and six foreigners. Three were seriously wounded and two of those were from Egypt. The last Inab heard, they were transferred from a hospital in Sharm El Sheik to Cairo.

“There’s no good hospital in Dahab. The hospital is very bad, so on the way to Sharm they probably died. There is only one car for the hospital; the rest [transporting injured people] were service cars,” says El Din.

If any attack or accident ever happened again, Inab says the government has to do something to address the lack of health care in town. Inab also says there needs to be better checkpoints on the roads and security in town.

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“Security is doing nothing,” Inab says at his hotel, far from the site of the blasts.

Tourism Terror

It was apparent that the attack had the specific intent of disrupting tourism. There is very little in Dahab not connected to tourism, if anything at all. The bombs went off at the most active time of day, in the most crowded area and on one of the busiest days of the year.

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"This incident is addressed to the whole of Egypt, there is no reason for it other than an attempt to destroy the economy of Egypt by attacking tourism," said Prime Minister Ahmed Nazif outside a hospital in a Sharm el-Sheik, where many of the victims were treated.

This bombing presents yet another challenge for the Egyptian government. In this year alone the cabinet has dealt with bird flu, the ferryboat accident in the Red Sea and now this.

Like the other two bombings on the Sinai Peninsula, this one was on a national holiday that brings extra tourists. The bomb in Taba and Ras Shitan that killed 34 in October 2004 was the day before a holiday to mark the start of the1973 Arab-Israeli war. The bomb in Sharm El Sheik last July 23 that killed 64 people was on Egypt National Day. The explosion in Dahab went off hours before the Sinai Liberation Day and also a day after the Coptic Easter.

“For two years, Sinai has been a target. Four tourist towns were hit; there’s no other towns left,” says Inab.

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The next day, another attack hit the town of Arish, also in Sinai. Nobody was hurt at the UN peacekeeping compound where it occurred.

While there could be any number of reasons that Sinai is a specific target for killings, Inab thinks that impact of the blast goes beyond taking lives. It will have the effect of preventing foreigners from interacting with locals, which fosters understanding among different groups of people. This is especially the case in Dahab, where the locals build friendships with visitors. They often sit in the seaside cafes with their guests and call them “brother.”

 

Gamal2A group of young people sat on the shoulders of their friends the morning after the blast and shouted, “We love everyone!” Later, people in a parade through town chanted, “We love tourists!”

“[The terrorists] don’t want to just hurt people, but they want to control the minds of foreigners by attracting bad media attention,” Inab says. “The media is the only way to control the mind. If you can’t go to a place then you have to listen to the media.”

Something's Rotting From the State of Denmark

Here's an article from the March issue. The online version is available at the following website:

http://www.businesstodayegypt.com/article.aspx?ArticleID=6422

Something’s Rotting From the State of Denmark

Retailers large and small are yanking Danish products off store shelves and some are even seeing a boost in business after voicing their support of the boycott
This year’s Gulf Food, Hotel and Equipment Exhibition was supposed to be one of many relatively uneventful trade fairs in Dubai. But the largest food show in the Middle East, held from February 19-22, became an important meeting place for distributors and manufacturers who stand to lose millions of dollars in a widespread boycott of Danish products. Muslim consumers are outraged by cartoons lampooning the Prophet Mohammed (PBUH) published in the provincial Danish newspaper Jyllands-Posten.

By Mohsen Allam
Wholesaler Yasser Khoshella stands to lose nearly half a million dollars of imported stock.


Khaled Khoshella, a wholesaler in Cairo, traveled to the Emirates to meet his suppliers in the hope of saving nearly $500,000 worth of cheese that nobody in Egypt will buy. His father Yasser waited patiently at their office in Bein Al-Surein in the shadow of 2,000 boxes of Roquefort worth $160 each, plus his stock of feta. If he cannot return it, his storage of dairy delicacies will spoil.
The Khoshellas are just one of thousands of businesses affected by the controversy swirling around the cartoons and one of the biggest consumer boycotts in history.
The Danish government and the newspaper that printed the cartoons are adamant in their defense of the right to free speech. In the meantime, Danish companies are trying to distance themselves from the controversy, while consumers have expressed their outrage by demanding that local companies remove Danish products from their shelves.

Taking stock



Widespread boycotts of Danish products started months after the cartoons were first published last September. The boycott was sparked by a group calling itself the European Committee for Honoring the Prophet (PBUH), led by Ahmed Akkari, a Danish citizen born in Lebanon who first petitioned the Danish government and then religious leaders and ambassadors from Muslim countries.
The Organization of the Islamic Conference meeting held in Mecca in mid-December was the tipping point: Delegates returned to their countries armed with a resolution to launch protests against Denmark for its stance defending the cartoons.
By the end of January, “there was an increasing concern among our customers. Calls began coming in and we saw an initial dip in sales of Danish products,” says Mohanad Adly, managing director of the Mansour-owned chain of Metro supermarkets.

By Mohsen Allam
As part of its community campaign, Metro is not filling shelves emptied of boycotted products.

Metro uses Microsoft Business Solutions enterprise software to monitor all of its daily transactions; the numbers revealed Danish products were not selling as quickly as usual. Metro store managers chat with about 10 randomly selected shoppers per store on a daily basis as part of a routine customer-service plan. The issue of Danish goods came up again and again in those talks. Then, Adly says, he started receiving e-mails requesting that Metro get rid of all things Danish.
“I was a bit reluctant at first to remove the products, but we are part and parcel of the community, so we didn’t have much of a choice,” he says.
It took Metro a few days to get rid of all its stock from Denmark. For a company with 22 stores in five cities, the logistics were complicated; Adly says Metro was the biggest chain carrying Danish products. “The implementation was difficult.”
The company found it had about LE 1.46 million in Danish products, or about four weeks worth of stock. But being a giant has its benefits: Metro was able to return about LE 1.36 million of its goods to its supplier.
“The suppliers bring us other products as well,” he says. “It wasn’t a choice for them. It’s important not to upset us; it’s a matter of leverage. The smaller you are, the less you have.”
Adly says Metro donated about LE 100,000 of the remaining goods to local orphanages and families of the victims of the Al-Salam Boccaccio 98 ferry disaster, all of which came out of Metro’s yearly budget for charitable works.
The Middle East branch of retail giant Carrefour, a joint venture between Dubai-based Majid Al-Futtaim Group and France’s Carrefour SA (which owns a 25% stake) also banned the products from its Cairo, United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia, Oman and Qatar locations.
Carrefour’s country head in Egypt, Herve Majidier, says the company did not return any of its stock — which he estimates to be far less than Metro’s — to suppliers. All of it was donated to local charities.
“By returning it to the supplier, it is transferring a headache. This is supposed to be something positive the society is doing. We are just following our experience and our strategy,” he says.
Non-Danish companies could also suffer as a result of consumer ignorance. False information has been circulating as to which companies are actually Danish. E-mails, text messages and flyers have circulated nationwide urging people to turn their backs on Nido milk and Kinder chocolates. Nido is a subsidiary of Nestle, a Swiss company. Kinder is a subsidiary of Ferrero, an Italian conglomerate.
“I called my guys in Egypt and told them to remove all of the Danish products from the store. If on the box it says ‘Made in Denmark,’ that’s what we removed. If the product is made in Denmark, for me that’s enough,” says Majidier.

Nobody wants it



The small markets may not have as much leverage with their suppliers as retail giants, but neither are they as burdened with large inventories. Many of the small markets stock only a day or two worth of specialized products. After deciding to boycott, many of them either tried to sell the remaining stock or dumped it.
“If I still had a lot [of Roquefort cheese] I would have thrown it on the street. We’re not going to buy it again. [Customers] would slaughter us,” Hanaf El-Suezi says from behind a large glass case that until recently had a big brick of blue cheese sitting on its top shelf.
In the last few days, El-Suezi sold his last piece of cheese from the deli counter at the Negmet Al-Falaky market in downtown Cairo’s Bab El-Louq neighborhood. He says some shoppers are complaining that the store carries Spanish olives because they want to boycott other European products, too. There are people who still ask for Danish cheese, but Suezi said they do so discreetly because they are worried about inviting a negative reaction.
Said Mahmoud, who owns a similar market downtown, opted to get rid of everything he had from Denmark. He sold some at first, but when he heard more details about the controversy he gave away his Roquefort cheese to some poor elderly people on the street.
“It’s not about the Danish, it’s not about the Europeans. It’s only about the people who insult my religion and me. It’s really bad for all Muslims,” he says.
After Mahmoud joined the boycott and put up signs announcing it, his business increased and people approached him about it frequently. “The other day, an 18-year-old girl came up to me and shook hands with me. She said nice things to me. People come here in particular because I have the sign,” he says.
For Metro, the boycott lies somewhere between business and personal. Adly says the decision was made to reflect the views of the community. In a more strategic fashion than Mahmoud, Metro launched an aggressive marketing and awareness campaign. Billboards with a slash through a picture of the Danish flag hang on the walls outside stores. And the shelves that once held Danish products won’t be filled; they have been replaced with large signs explaining the boycott.
Metro employees also sifted through the database of clients and sent out e-mails apologizing for the inconvenience.
The e-mail reads: “To protest against the persistent provocation of the Danish media against Islam and the apparent lack of appropriate response from the Danish government, we decided to banish all Danish products from our stores.”

The European reaction



Some Danes have downplayed the economic impact of boycotts in the Middle East, but Danish companies may end up being the biggest losers when all is said and done.
“I would argue that in the short term there might be an effect, but exports to the whole region is only 2% of total exports,” Danish Ambassador to Egypt Bjarne Sorensen told the press on February 15.
However, Arla Foods, one of Europe’s largest dairies and producer of Lurpak brand butter, announced it has been losing a stunning $1.6 million each day. The company has $480 million in annual sales in the Middle East, making it the sixth-largest dairy company in the MENA region.
Arla has been particularly successful in Egypt, where it claims its UHT product accounts for 20% of the country’s milk consumption. Arlas was one of Juhayna’s main suppliers until August 2005. According to a company statement, Arla has informed its 1,200 regional employees that it can quickly restart production, which has stopped, should consumers change their minds. Arla’s Executive Director Finn Hansen says it will take a long time to re-establish its foothold in the Middle East.

“For many years, Arla has traded and enjoyed good relations with consumers in the Middle East,” Hansen said in a company statement last month. “In fact, we have more Muslim than Danish consumers. We respect all religions and wish to express our sympathy and understanding for those who feel wronged by this incident. Obviously, Arla Foods does not support anything that offends people’s religion or ethnic background.”

In the armpit of an Egyptian giant

It was an interesting Sunday. I didn't have anything in my planner, and I'd hoped to stop by the office and do some writing (in addition to picking up my sunglasses that I left last week and a copy of this month's magazine, which I haven't read yet). On my way to the office I was sidetracked by a visit to a Sudanese man I ran into a few days ago at a bar. He met me at the train station and I bought some small peaches and cantelopes while I waited for him. We crossed the bridge over the train tracks because I didn't understand that was where I was supposed to meet him.

As we walked to his apartment, the conversation was mostly about how the Egyptian authorities keep tabs on him and hawk him about everything he does. He said that he doesn't trust anyone, not even other Sudanese, who he said are the ones telling the police his whereabouts.

We went up to his apartment and a woman living in the building was questioning him about me. She said, "Who is he? Who is this guy you are with? Why is he here?" As I deciphered in my head what she was saying in Arabic, the Sudanase guy explained that I am an American who is friends with his flatmate, a doctor.

We chatted for a bit in his bedroom and sipped on tea. He gave me two CDs with video from the protest in Mustafa Mahmoud. I gave him two of the peaches I bought. He showed me his tattered yellow refugee card, issued more than two years ago as a temporary application for refugee status determination until UNHCR approves him for a more permenant blue card. His story is like many Sudanese. He fled his country for a thousand reasons and fears a return will lead to imprisonment, conscription and/or death.

Two of his friends arrived. One named Andrew, but he could never be confused a short white guy like me. Sweat was beading along his hairline and pieces of white tissue stuck to the side of his face as he blotted off the droplets. They showed me some pictures and I told them about my difficulties getting a Sudanese visa.

They are wanderers in Cairo. Without a job and a permenant home, they migrate from place to place. They can't afford to maintain a regular residence so they rent out beds and rooms in modestly-furnished apartments. They move around so the authorities don't always know where they'll be. They were both eager and cautious to give me the disks with video of Sudanese refugees in Cairo. They trust me; they welcome me into their world. I don't worry for myself; but I fear that they will be questioned for talking to me.

I left the apartment with the intention to meet them tonight at a cafe downtown where I have seen several Sudanese hang out. I decided not to go to the office. I picked up the next train home to burn copies of the video.

The train was more crowded than usual. One of the doors didn't open fully and I didn't notice that a man pushed up against the doorway had somehow lodged his forearm between the handle and the wall. He grimaced in pain until about three of us pulled the doors shut so he could get free and then we quickly boarded. I caught the train a few stops closer to home, which at the time seemed like the reason for the full car. I was still about 6 stops from the Sadat station, so I hoped some people would get off on the way back.

Cairo is warming up now, the winter is long gone, the spring rains have certainly passed, and the sun is heating the mornings earlier. I looked around and noticed the man across from me was sweating profusely. The fans mounted to the walls weren't spinning, and each station brought more passengers, not less.

One stop away from the main station, one of the few with a transfer, the car was about to explode. For most of the ride, my front, sides and back leaned against someone else. I had been continually pushed until I was now against side door. The wind shooting through the space between my car and the one behind me was like gushes from a cool oxygen tank. I looked up and saw the tallest Egyptian man I have ever seen holding his arms above my head onto the wall behind me. He stood in an akward Gumby pose, curled and bent, and the loose sleeves of his blue-green tee shirt were closer to my head than his skinny arms.

When the doors opened many passengers rushed out aggressively. I was the last of the herd to make it to the promised land, and the small pocket that had formed in front of the opening was closing fast. I tucked my arms in, put my head down, and volleyed through a sea of arms and bodies like a
pinball bouncing off rubber stumps.

I never looked so happily up the stairs of the metro into dusty beams of sunlight as I did today.

Passing Thoughts

Some of my recent thoughts/events:

The standards of journalism in this country, like its economy, is developing slowly. I'm not going to get into specifics because complaints about people could end up getting me in trouble. But I will say that there aren't the same rules when it comes to receiving gifts, making promises and fully disclosing information. I didn't accept any gifts, make unethical promises or falsify any reporting personally, but there is just a lot of leeway about what you can and can't do. It's a struggle sometimes to assert myself as a professional with integrity, but I suppose it can be good to learn the rules of the game in a place that has lax rules because it forces me to use my better judgement. Basically there's no Poynter Institute to talk about that stuff here. But this is a good article in the Christian Science Monitor about when a journalist should help starving/sick/suffering in Africa.

I have a new roommate, Matt Ford. He goes to Medill and is doing an internship with the AP like I did in the fall. He's a nice guy and we have good conversations about journalism, politics, and then regular bullshit too. He's quite the multimedia guru, so I'm hoping he can teach me some stuff and help me set up a website. If I ever get a visa to Sudan, I think he'll come with me to shoot the documentary.

I don't exactly get why CNN's headline is that some citizen publicly scolded Bush to his face. I guess it's interesting because of the circumstances, but I don't really see the significance of it. So people don't like the president...what's new about that?

I have become friends with a freelance photographer, Mohamed Alouba, who does work for the magazine. He loves classic rock (part. Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Bob Marley), but can't get any good music here. So I gave him like 6 albums to listen to. He said he cried when he heard Stairway to Heaven.

We might start a photography studio together, as business partners. He was going to do the lighting for the film I was producing, but since I backed out on the project, that's not happening. But I'd like to continue working with him. He said how google started with two guys and one idea. Not that I expect to build the next google or anything, but I definitely want my own company.

Final notes:
1)Wikipedia is not a legitimate source for information
2)I finished War & Peace. It became an amazing novel, once I got past the first 200 pages.
3)I'm beginning to like old films. I recently watched 8 1/2 and Sunset Blvd and they were excellent.

Marquez eats bush and leaves, keada

And now for some levity....

After reading '100 years of solitude,' I decided it was the only book I can ever say that I need AND want to read again. His characters are incredibly crazy and fascinating. I'm not going to give a 'reader's digest' version of it, but I will tell you that it is an amazing and beautiful book.
I also read 'eats, shoots & leaves,' but every time I think about the title it reminds me of a dirty joke involving a panda bear and prostitute. The book itself was far too neurotic for my taste, although it did have some good punctuation lessons. I guess I'm a nerd now cause I'm editing and proofing copy so I want to know that stuff.

I'm working as a staff writer for a monthly English-language magazine called 'Business Today.' I've been pretty busy covering events all week, so I hope I stay busy like this.

Kaeda is my new cat, taken off the street. Cats run Cairo, by the way (eliminating any rat/pigeon problem). Maybe it's a connection to the ancient regard for cats, or maybe it's because Muslims can't pray in the same room where a dog has been, but either way I have a little boy kitty named Kaeda.

  That's a common arabic word meaning, "just like that." Now a "mish-kela" is a problem, or trouble. Since he gets a little rambunctious, I call him mishkela.

I just watched the worst movie. You know how sometimes it's really late and you nothing else to do but zone out to some crappy 80's flick? Well I watched "The Best of the Best" and I must say for an awful action drama -- featuring Chris Penn in a cowboy hat -- some B actor with a pony tail -- an Italian stereotype from Detroit -- and a nerdy hippie,  James Earl Jones really stole the show. I like Ahmad Rashad's cameo, but JEJ had a big role and it was amazing. It's as if you put a genius on the cast of the worst film in the world and he ends up being hilarious. It made the movie much more enjoyable.

It's really late right now. I don't know if I can continue this blog. Keada is chasing flies and I'm tired. Have you figured out the title of my blog yet? Hint: Marquez is an author ;)

Naivasha, Hell's Gate

We went to Nairobi national park, which is basically a nature reserve for animals with dirt roads cutting through the dry foliage. The diminutive skyline of Nairobi stands in the background, but after a few kilometers of driving you won’t see any of the buildings.

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We saw several animals. Zebras were the most predominant in the park. I never realized how striking their coats were until I saw it up close. The patterns are so intricate that it looks like an artist took painstaking amounts of time to make perfectly arranged stripes. We also saw herds of what looked like deer or antelope. It turned out to be at least 6 different species of hoofed animals. Impalas, gazelles, hartebeests, topi, sable antelope, eland, and waterbuck are what I think I saw after comparing pictures in a guidebook. We saw some primate (I don’t know what kind) and African Buffalos. Imga0037 The giraffes were amazing. They were so big. At first I saw them as a kind of awkward blend of several species, but upon closer view they appear much more graceful than I thought.

We got there pretty late in the day and drove around, stopping only a few times. You’re not allowed to get out of the car, but I had to get out to see if we could go through a small stream. Although buffalo were nearby, I got out to determine the depth of the water. I threw a rock into it because the water was too murky to figure out if we could make it. It was ok, but Karen drove through it so quickly that the underside of the front of her car scraped along the ground. That happens frequently in Kenya, as the roads are shoddy, laden with potholes and speed bumps, also known as the “invisible police.”

The next day we went to Lake Naivasha, which was amazing. I didn’t put sun block on my back, so of course my white ass got burnt (not literally my ass). Imga0023 Since there has been a drought in Kenya many of the flamingos migrated from Lake Nakuru, so we got to see flocks of them. It’s so cool when they take off from their perch on top of the lake because it looks like they’re running on the water. They’re not all pink as I expected. They are mostly white with pink wings and a thick black strip on their back.

The hippos were sleeping as we rode by at a safe distance. Imga0021 They huddled in groups in water shallow enough for them to stand as small birds rested on their backs. Hoofed animals walked around the banks of the lake. There’s a large piece of land in the middle of the lake called Crescent Island because of its shape where most of the wildlife roamed. I was obsessed with the eagles.

Afterwards we sat at a cafe and had lunch, which consisted of eggs and several kinds of sausage. I had a Tusker which is the national beer of Kenya. Such prominence is no minor feat considering how much Kenyans drink. They often drink it warm...gross.

We drove some more to a national park, a harrowing experience. The road was awful. Dirt, rocks, stones and debris covered the path. Whenever we were stuck behind a car or matatu (minibus), which was often, we had to close the windows because the thick dust got into the car. Despite closing the windows the whole dashboard turned into reddish brown color. On the side of the road, monstrous glass buildings filled with flowers stretched out as far as I could see. Flowers are one of the biggest exports of Kenya, and plantations dash the countryside. It felt creepy, like some kind of indentured servitude, or at an extension of colonialism.
Anyway, it was hot as hell (duh, it's the equator), which wasn't the slightest bit ironic since the name of the park is Hell's Gate. We met a tour guide who has lived his whole life in the park and he said he was "born in hell." Funny, I thought that was Texas. Oh well.
The park was excellent. Several movies were filmed there. Tomb Raider 2. And when we climbed up a peak the park ranger explained the gorgeous landscape inspired the sketches for the lion king. I have to see the movie again.
We walked down into a dried up stream for about a half-mile. Eventually we walked through small canyons, about 100 feet tall, that fills with water when strong rains come. The land is above volcanic rock, so the bit of water that rolled down the walls acted as hot springs. It was scalding hot. The canyon was beautiful, like walking through a cave with no roof. Sorry I don't have photos but Karen suggested that I not bring my camera because it would be too slippery.
A day or two later we went to a refugee camp in the North, which I will elaborate in my next blog.
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I fed and hugged giraffes at a wildlife preserve near the Karen Blixen garden, named for the woman who was the main character in the movie, "Out of Africa."
The preserve gave us food pills for the giraffes.

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The giraffes not only have long necks, but also long tongues. This picture is of a small girl feeding the one giraffe who had a particularly long slender slimy tongue. He was cute as hell though.
I was supposed to leave on a Friday morning, but I arrived to the airport semi-late and the airline gave my seat away. 93113331_78631f5536

So they gave me a room in a five-star hotel and I got to stay an extra night. The next day we went to Nairobi City Park and played with monkeys. How cool is that!!!!! 93113330_185d12deca