a place where i store my thoughts, experiences and comments on the policy, the fun and joy of visiting detention centres, my relationships with the people i've met, and the moments of beauty that somehow emerge through the darkness of australia's treatment of refugees.

Monday, March 27, 2006

West Papua and the recent Asylum Seekers to Australia

I haven't posted here before, up until this point I was just helpful because I set it up, but I've been meaning to do this for a while.

If you haven't heard and investigated into what's been going on in West Papua since 1969 then it's time to do so. Here's a bunch of links to get you started ...

http://www.arts.usyd.edu.au/centres/cpacs/WestPapuaGenocideRpt.05.pdf
http://www.fkmcpr.nl/?page=1&lang=2
http://www.zulenet.com/awpa/
http://lists.topica.com/lists/WestPapua/read?start=5745&sort=d

And then here's some news links from the BBC that will help you get up to speed on more recent events ...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/3815909.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4163300.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4676470.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4835788.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4837360.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4839762.stm

If you've gotten that far then as Ali G would say "respect".

This evening I left some feedback for the Immigration Department to encourage them in their recent decision to grant asylum to the West Papuans who recently arrived in Australia. Below is a link to their feedback page if you are interested in doing so yourself.

http://www.immi.gov.au/feedback/services/index.htm

Issues like these are never black and white, they are always messy, but that shouldn't stop us from getting involved and speaking out for others when we see injustice.

Update:
This is the response I received 3 days after giving feedback via this web address.

Dear Mr Jeffries

Thank you for your positive comments made via email on 28 March 2006 to the
Department of Immigration and Multicultural Affairs (DIMA) about the recent
granting of Temporary Protection Visas (TPVs) to the 42 Indonesians from
West Papua who arrived in Australia in January.

As is always the case, these decisions were made by experienced
decision-makers, in accordance with international legal obligations and
Australian domestic law, on a case by case basis on the individual merits.

Thank you for taking the time to provide this positive feedback.

Regards
Kath Dunham
Director
Protection Delivery Section


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Ali's Story: A Letter from Lombok

This is a statement by one of the people who have been kept on the tiny Indonesian island of Lombok for almost 5 years. Read his account of how he got where he is, and see what you think about the fact that he's still there... Enjoy. JT

My father worked for the communist party. When the Communist Government fell Mujahedin came in the city. On the first day a Toyota came in front of my house, stopped and armed men came in my house and hit my father with their guns in a way that he was not able to talk, all of his face was full of blood. They shackled his hands behind his back then they loot our house and throw my father in the Toyota. After two days we could find my father’s body in the desert. After that we could not live peacefully. Every day people were insulting and accusing us. They were calling us the children of the pagan. I was threatened with death and beaten several times and stabbed with a knife below my stomach with the purpose of killing me.

This brought about and compelled me to leave my homeland and family and seek for shelter. I don’t have any other way.

I cannot return home because I will face death persecution. I am Hazara Shiite and live in Helmand where Pashtun dominate. The party and person who persecute me are the Pashtun and Sunni sect who are strong and rule the province.

How did we go to Australia?

We Afghan Migrants are living in Mataram, Lombok, Indonesia around five years. During this time we had traveled two to three times to Australia but could not get there because the boats were crowded, and break down. This nearly cause death for passengers but accidentally we remained alive. Each time we come back to Indonesia with psychological disappointment and physical illness.

Most of us have experienced from one to three times such deadly sea trips to reach to the land of people who claim themselves the main human rights supporters in the world (we mean Australia).

On the last trip on 3rd October 2001, we were 240 migrants departed for the purpose of seeking asylum in Australia.

On the 9 days trip we lost one baby because of hot weather and having no food and water. And another baby was born in Australian water near Ashmore Reef.

Due to extreme happiness the tears were coming from the eyes of all passengers because all of us believed that we finally reached Australia alive. It was 2 O'clock in the morning on 12th October 2001. The navy forces stopped us at nine O'clock the same day. We thought that it was the end of all calamities of our trip and we forgot all the past problems which we had during many times travel on the ocean.

We believed that now it is the time to explain for the world the fright and terrorism of Taliban Malitia and sorrowful condition of the oppression of the Afghan nation. Especially for most of the passengers who are from Hazara tribe who had been the victims of racial and religious discrimination and fanatic policies of all governments in Afghanistan.

Unfortunately it was the beginning of another unexpected tragedy in our life. This is a sad story of human suffering.

The navy forces of Australia kept us in the small and smelly boat on the ocean beside Ashmore Reef under the unbearable hot sunshine for eight days. The passengers had infected skin disease due to much perspiration and dirt in the boat.

After 8 days the navy people came in our boat and said “we are taking you to the refugee camp”(but they deceived us) They separated the families from singles and transferred families to their navy ship.

Then asked all the singles to come down inside the boat. We requested them it is not possible for 160 persons to come together in a place, which is enough only for 40 persons. They said only for five minutes we want to tell some thing to you. So all the 160 passengers came down inside the boat, some sat on each other, some were standing.

They kept us down by force for two days where the people cannot breathe, eat or sleep because there was not enough oxygen and a there was much smoke of engine.

Many people fainted. Each who fainted was taken to upside of the boat like a dead body then navy people poured water on his face or injected him to become conscious and after he was conscious threw him down in the same tight and smelly place.

After two days in early morning the officer shouted: “you are returned back and now you are in Indonesian water."

This sentence was like thunder which hit the passengers' mind. We shocked and asked them “if you did not accept us why did you not submit us to UN and why have you deceived us and why… and why ………!!?? But there was no ear to hear! The navy people instead of logical reason replied to us with electrical sticks, which they had with them.

Then they take the families back to our small boat by force. Because no one was ready to come out of the navy ship the navy people were bringing the children in our boat and beating the men, and women so badly if they did not want to come out of navy ship.

By observing this scene some of the navy people were weeping, one even hit his head to the wall of the boat. Then they broke the engine of the boat, took the oil and generator so we cannot go back to Australia and went by speed boat to the navy ship which had brought the families, and sailed away.

We remained on the ocean with broken engine and no oil and generator to evacuate the water from our boat.

If after some hours the fishermen of Indonesia did not come to save us, 240 passengers would likely be drowning in the ocean.

After living 40 days at Kupang Island in dirty and cramped barrack, with not sufficient water to take a bath or wash our faces, we were taken to an Island named Lombok. It has been four years we are staying in the Lombok Afghan Refugee Camp.

It has been four years that we live in the world of ambiguity. We cannot go back to our country because of the problems of racial, political and religious discrimination, which we had and still we have.
The refugee assessment process by the UNHCR in Indonesia was full of errors and unfairness.

Afghanistan’s condition is dark. No one can predict and be hopeful of its future. The UN knows it is too dangerous for us to go back and has given us Temporary Protection in Indonesia. When we ask for how much longer must we stay, they respond that they are waiting for change in unstable condition of Afghanistan then the destiny of every one would be clear.

We Afghani asylum seekers, have already experienced that in 27 years of civil war and massacres the condition in Afghanistan became worse and worse. Now according to UN we must waste our life here and wait many years again to know what will happen in Afghanistan. In this case we will suffer from life imprisonment unendingly. .
________________________________________________________________________
Our present condition in Indonesia

In the camp in the day, some spend time with their lessons of English Language and Computer programs, and some has no activity.

I am teaching two English classes six days a week. I have the same timetable for every day.

I am suffering in such suffocating situation and being Stateless with unknown future, that these issues are hurting me very much.

We had attempted to find a shelter to save our life and make a safe life and better future especially for our children, but here in Lombok we Afghan Refugees are suffering from an intolerable and unimaginable condition. We lost our hope, our family, friends, relatives and our own life.


We Afghan Refugees living in Lombok, kindly request from all the wise men of the world to comprehend our condition and to help us.

We request Australian Immigration to be responsible for the Lombok refugees who were returned from Australian water, and to treat us in the same way as the Nauru refugees, that have been interviewed by Australian Immigration.

We are Australia's responsibility. We came to Australia and asked for asylum and Australia knows this because it pays International Organisation for Migration to provide us with food and shelter.

Many asylum seekers in Lombok are on the threshold of erosion physically and psychologically because of disappointments and endless obscurity in our life. We do not know how long we will remain here and this causes tension in every individual’s mind.

I hope that humanitarian communities pay attention to our problems and do not let us to be kept in isolation and be forgotten.

It is a brief story about our terrible travel to Australia for seeking asylum in your country. We wish that no other humans have to face this kind of catastrophe.


Thank you for your kindness in listening to our story.

Best regards,
Ali
Afghan Asylum seeker
Mataram, Lombok, Indonesia.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Have you ever thought about what it means to be "boat people"?


Wow. I really have a head full tonight. Today, everything in Geneva was closed. Apparently Sundays are a bit of a no-go! So I took my book to a café (ok ok it was Starbucks – but everything else was closed!), and sat there reading for more than 2 hours. As you may recall from recent posts, I’m reading ‘Dark Victory’. I’m almost finished, but it’s a hell of a read and quite detailed, so it’s taking me a while.

Anyway, after posting about the passing of Amal Basri just this morning, I reached the section of ‘DV’ that deals with the SIEV-X tragedy. Of course, her name came up, as did her account of the horror of that vessel sinking, and taking with it 353 people, including many, many children. I was sitting in Starbucks on the Rue de Rive with tears rolling down my cheeks as I read about people losing their entire families in one fell swoop, then the politicking that went on in the wake of that absolutely horrendous tragedy. It’s just so, so sad.

If you don’t know anything about the SIEV-X, there’s a website devoted to it – www.sievx.com - which you should read if you’re curious. There are many conspiracy theories about the SIEV-X, that the Australian government sort of accidentally-on-purpose let it sink, then accidentally-on-purpose forgot to rescue the hundreds of people who were on board the boat. I am not a subscriber to those theories, because I don’t know enough to make an informed judgement call, but if you are interested in that aspect of it, you may want to read a book by Tony Kevin called ‘A Certain Maritime Incident’. The evidence is actually remarkably compelling, particularly in conjunction with Ruddock’s suggestions after Tampa that perhaps the navy could ‘interfere’ with vessels, and the clear, unabashed attitude of the government that deterrence and repulsion, NOT search and rescue, is the objective of Operation Relex and the policies surrounding it.

Anyway, I read about that, but then I got to the account of SIEV-10. As you may be able to guess, the SIEVs (Suspected Illegal Entry Vessels) were numbered as they arrived after September 2001. SIEV-10 is the given to the boat on which my good friend (also a friend to many of you who will be reading this), Ali Mullaie. Well, I was not expecting this. Of course, I have heard him tell the story many times. I have heard him talk about his friend, a young 18 year old woman who was 4 months’ pregnant, who drowned. I have heard him talk about the reaction of that woman’s husband when he was told she was dead. But I had never read naval officers’ reports of finding her lifeless body in the water. How her body was kept in the shower block on the HMS Wollongong before the soldiers brought themselves to telling her husband she was dead. The absolute horror of the account, which is not an abstract narrative, but a factual event. An historical incident.

So today I realised that although I have had so much to do with people who arrived on boats – so many of them demonised like hell for the benefit of the 2001 election campaign – I have never really come face to face with the reality of the tag ‘boat people’. I am sort of ‘ok’ with their push factors – whether it’s persecution by the Iranian secret police or the Taliban or the regime of Saddam Hussein – and of course I’m quite familiar with their lives in detention. But the part in between – the terrifying ordeal of selling everything they own to get on a boat they KNOW is unseaworthy, overloaded and unsafe… Watching in terror as their captain panics when the engine fails… The understanding that would dawn as the men started bailing water out of the boat with a bucket… Then watching as the boat sinks, children and adults alike flail in the water because there’s no such thing as learning to swim in Afghanistan… And all of this because it’s better than the alternative. That concept is quite unknown to me.

I remember the night Edriess arrived in Melbourne from the Baxter Detention Centre after almost 6 years in detention. We were talking, and he spoke of how his boat broke down and they were just rolling in the swell somewhere in the Indian Ocean for 9 days when their engine broke down. He said to me, “if you offered me ten million dollars, I would never do that voyage again”. Hearing Amin’s story, or Ali’s, or Khairy and Houda Al-Massaudi’s, or the story of ANYONE who has made that horrific voyage from Indonesia is an absolute shock. I used to get sick on my grandfather’s fishing boat on a river, for heavens sake! It’s unimaginable.

And there is one particularly important thing to remember when thinking about all of this. Remember that the government (and, for that matter, the Opposition) was espousing the wonders of its policy to keep the pesky boat people at bay, and punish those who did arrive with Temporary Protection Visas. Remember that they were purportedly doing this to prevent women and children from getting on leaky boats. Well have a chew on this: almost ALL the women and children on the SIEV-X, and indeed many who arrive on other boats, are doing so by that method because their husbands and fathers are already in Australia. They are in Australia on a Temporary Protection Visa, which allows no right of family reunion. In other words, there is NO other option for these families, if they want to be together, than for the mum and kids to pay some bastard people smuggler and get on that leaky boat.

IF the government introduced a humane visa system for boat arrivals (who are – I repeat – not illegal), allowing family reunion, there would be virtually NO NEED for SIEVs. There would be no need for people smugglers, or Operation Relex, or the multi multi multi multi million dollar Pacific Solution (the name of which, incidentally, was changed to ‘Pacific Strategy’, because they were concerned that it sounded a bit too much like ‘Final Solution’. A cosmetic adjustment at best, wouldn’t you say??)

OK I’m getting worked up. I should go. Breathe deep.

Oh, and I can never listen to Damien Rice’s ‘Cold Water’ without thinking of sinking SIEVs. It’s ruined that song for me, but made it a hundred times more poignant...

Hmmm.

Jess x

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Amal's Speech at the 3rd Anniversary of SIEV X


I AM STILL IN THE WATER WITH THE DYING OF SIEVX
by AMAL BASRY

(THIS IS AMAL’S STORY IN HER OWN WORDS AS TOLD TO MARY DAGMAR DAVIES. AT THE TIME OF WRITING THE TWO WOMEN HAD NEVER MET BUT HAD CONVERSED REGULARLY OVER THE PHONE FOR THE BEST PART OF A YEAR. AMAL IS A PATRON OF JANNAH.)

Amal means hope in Arabic. That was why my father gave me that name and maybe it was why I survived SIEVX. 146 children, 142 women and 45 men died in the tragedy of SIEVX. I was one of the 45 survivors I saw it all. I saw so many people die and I have to tell the story.

It has been three years since the sinking of SIEVX but I am still in the water. I can still feel the dead woman whose body I clung to so I could keep afloat. I never saw her face, it was in the water but I talked to her all night. I prayed for her soul and she saved my life.

I still see what I saw when I first opened my eyes under the water. I saw children dying. I can taste the oil and the salt of the sea, I feel my fear and I smell death. Little children, dead babies, desperate parents, families dying one by one and I was alone believing all the while my own son was dead.

I was in the water for 22 hours waiting for my death. I was like a camera I saw everything. When the sharks circled I prayed for my death and suddenly a whale rose up beside me it was as big as an apartment block it blew water from it's blow-hole all over me and I thought it would suck me and the woman I clung to into the deep. But the whale also saved me. It saved me from the sharks.

Sometimes when the pain wakes me in the night, in that moment between frightening dreams and the shock of reality, I think the sharks are feeding on my body, tearing parts of me away, and ripping at my soul.

On the second anniversary of the sinking of SIEVX I knew I was ill. On October 27, 2003 I lost my left breast to cancer and now the cancer is in my bones and is eating away at me.

The cancer eats like a shark. My doctors are kind and try to manage the pain but there is a deeper pain, the pain of loss, the pain of rejection. In those hours when I cannot sleep l see the lights that were shone on us as we fought to live in the water.

The lights came from ships, I could hear the voices of the men on board so safe and so dry but I could not make out the language they were speaking. I screamed to them to help, we all cried from the sea but they went away. The pain of SIEVX will not go away.

I cry so often. I cried and cried when I saw the Australian families in Bali mourning their friends and relatives, I knew how each of them felt. That is how I feel. I cry when I see the families of the American soldiers who have died in Iraq. That is how I feel. And like them I need to talk about the things that have happened to my life and my family because of tragedy.

I cry when I think of my beloved Iraq the land of my birth reduced to rubble and my people dying and I cry when I think of my father who is still in Baghdad so ill and so poor. When I was a child we spoke English in our house and my father took me round the world and I learnt so much and met such wonderful people.

Our family was torn apart by Saddam Hussein. My mother died hungry. My husband and I were forced to flee to Iran with our children. But we knew we could not stay there and we believed in Australia so my husband went ahead. He was waiting for us for when SIEVX sunk.

When we were rescued I spoke English again. I said "I want to go to Australia and learn very good English and then I want to go on Larry King and tell the world what happened to us."

In all the months we waited in Indonesia and were questioned over and over I still believed in Australia. And I still believe in Australians because they do care about us and they are kind and loving friends. But none of us from SIEVX feel safe; we cannot be safe until we know we belong, until we can be citizens.

I may not have long now but I speak English well enough to give evidence for Australia in a court of law without a translator. And I can speak in public without notes and I want to tell my story. The Australians who have spoken up for us are my angels and I thank God for them. And now I want to spend what time I have left telling people what it was like to be there, awaiting my death, there in the water being kept afloat by the body of a dead woman and seeing it all happen.

We still need help. All of us from SIEVX still need your help. On the eve of the third anniversary of the sinking of SIEVX I pray to God for the people who died and for all the people who loved them and I pray too for the survivors. We are all in different places and our lives will never be the same but now I know Australians will never forget. I don't have time to write a book but I want to talk and I want to talk now.

My name is Amal. It means hope. And I will not give up hope until the day I die.

Copyright © Amal Basry October 16, 2004

VALE Amal Basry

(courtesy of sievx.com) by Marg Hutton 19 March 2006
Less than five years after surviving the horrific sinking of SIEVX, Amal Basry lost her three year battle with breast cancer. She passed away on Saturday afternoon 18 March in Melbourne's St Vincent's Public Hospital in the presence of her son Rami and daughter-in-law Daniella. She was fifty-two.
Amal and Rami were rescued from the Indian Ocean on 20 October 2001 after spending nearly twenty four hours in the water fighting for their lives. Amal and Rami defeated the odds - only about one in ten passengers aboard SIEVX survived and most of the 353 who drowned were women and children. Unlike most of the other survivors they did not lose any immediate family members, although they did lose cousins, nieces and nephews.
In June 2002, eight months after the sinking, Amal and Rami were finally permitted to come to Australia on temporary protection visas (TPVs) because they had proven family connections here. Amal's husband Abbass Akram had made the journey to Australia on an earlier boat arriving on the north-west coast in January 2000. He spent 8 months in Woomera Detention Centre before settling in Melbourne on a TPV. Only seven survivors of the sinking were permitted to settle in Australia; the remaining 38 were resettled in other countries where they were very quickly granted permanent residency. Unlike the 38 who went to other countries, Amal and Rami had to endure an inexplicably cruel three year wait before being granted permanent protection visas. It is difficult to imagine how this needless bureaucratic obstructionism affected these already deeply traumatised people. They wanted nothing more than security and were forced to wait for years never knowing if they would be allowed to put down roots and make their home here. It was not until the middle of last year (2005) that they were finally granted permanency.
I never met Amal but I did hear her speak once.
On the first anniversary of the sinking - only days after the first Bali bombing - I attended a memorial service at Edwardes Lake Park in Reservoir. At exactly 3.10pm, a year to the minute since SIEVX sank and 353 people perished, Amal bravely took the stage supported by Gabrielle Fakhri of the Thornbury Asylum Seekers Resource Centre and recounted, first in Arabic and then in English, the story of the sinking.
To hear Amal speak was an unforgettable experience. She had a powerful presence - strong, courageous, poetic, dramatic. Speaking haltingly in English but with conviction she moved the audience to tears as she told of her son kissing her goodbye for what they both believed would be the final time.
I taped Amal's speech. Although the sound recording is very rough and some of the words are indistinct, the tape provides a glimpse of an exceptional woman. Below is a transcript:
Good afternoon. I would like to welcome you all. It means a lot to me. It gives me hope .... because this time last year I was fighting for my life, fighting like many others who were with me last year. When our boat sank we felt we were going to die. Everyone... screamed - 'God, God, please help us, save us please'... I can never forget the unbelievable pictures in front of my eyes. Some people... in the water, some swallowing the water and choking and choking. I will never forget the bodies lying on the sea. And the moment that pushed me into... the....water and... I saw my son fighting for his life as well... finding a piece of wood, my son started to scream 'Mum, Mum, we will choke, we will die. God please save us.' At this point I was anxious to get where my son was but I saw a dead woman's body beside me. And with my heart burning I feeling very scared and try to hold the hand of the dead body to support myself to swim to my son's side. Thank God I could arrive near my son. We kissed each other. [sobbing] Then he said 'Give me a kiss mum, we are going to die'... where some other people were still fighting for their lives. The screaming still rings in my ears. And one man screams 'All my family drown' and my friend who was holding onto a piece of wood had all her children's dead bodies floating around her. Next morning while we were still waiting for death the Indonesian fishermen help us and save us. And now I am living in Australia and all my dreams come true. Thank you.
One thing Amal did not mention in this speech was her role in saving the life of her son. When she was rescued by the Indonesian fishermen her son was not among the survivors. Amal prevailed on the captain to turn his boat around and continue the search and her son and ten others were eventually found clinging to a small piece of wood.
Amal believed she had survived for another purpose as well - to tell her story. She wanted the world to know what had happened to the people of SIEVX. As she said to Geoff Parish of SBS Dateline, the story of SIEVX is 'a disaster that deserves to be written down by someone. People bought death in seeking freedom'.
During her four years in Australia, Amal recounted the story of SIEVX many times. In August 2002 she told her story to Michael Gordon of the Age:

At her new home in Broadmeadows this week... [Amal Basry described] in near forensic detail how almost 400 people were coerced into boarding a small, unsafe and ill-equipped boat: the trip in five buses with curtains drawn to the apartments where they prepared for the voyage; the demand that the women and children board first, apparently to ensure the men followed; the refusal to return mobile phones surrendered the previous week; the attempt to plug a hole with material from a pair of jeans; the decision of the men not to let on that the engine had failed and could not be repaired; the sound of women screaming as the boat sank; the two mysterious lights in the distance as she clung on to the body of a drowned women; the rescue by Indonesian fishermen alerted when they saw floating luggage and bodies.
After saying all this through an interpreter, she looks at me intensely and says in English: "I was like a camera. I remember everything."
Amal's story travelled far and touched many. I don't know if she ever knew that the harrowing account of her survival as retold by Arnold Zable in an essay in Eureka Street was incorporated into a London production of Pericles - a joint production of the Royal Shakespeare Company and Cardboard Citizens. The Australian folk singer Suzette Herft also credits Amal as being the inspiration for her song 'Journey on the Wind'.
Amal was a patron of Jannah the SIEVX memorial, an online condolence book established by Mary Dagmar Davies - the first memorial of any kind to the SIEVX dead. Amal was also involved in the national SIEV X memorial project begun by author and psychologist Steve Biddulph and Uniting Church Minister Rod Horsfield.
She attended the opening of the Memorial Exhibition in Sydney in October 2004 where she gave the most remarkable speech. Mary Dagmar Davies described the occasion:

When [Amal] reached the lectern she started with the words 'I am still in the water with the dying' and then she looked across the room and suddenly saw Sondos Ismail the mother who lost her three little girls... Seeing Sondos with her little daughter Allaa who was born in Australia and looks so much like her three little sisters that she will never meet overwhelmed Amal and she broke down in tears. For a moment it looked as though she could not go on. But Amal, who is fighting cancer, is an exceptionally strong woman and she knew she must speak for Sondos as well. And Amal continued with tears rolling from her eyes. She was so articulate her voice rang out loud and clear... She spoke for less than four minutes. She spoke of her cancer and her experience on SIEVX and in the water. She told us more about SIEVX than any of us knew because she was there. She was poetic. She was compelling. She was the truth. People listened intently, some cried, and in the packed church a pin dropping would have sounded like a thunder clap.
Amal was haunted by the SIEVX tragedy. In an interview with Helen Lobato in 2002 for 3CR radio's 'Women on the Line' she spoke of how SIEVX had diminished her, how difficult it was for her to do normal every day things and how afraid she felt. She told Lobato : 'I lost something in myself in this accident'.
But Amal didn't let her fears or her illness prevent her from bearing witness to what she had endured. In 2004 she made the long journey to Brisbane to give evidence at the committal hearing of Khaleed Daoed, one of the organisers of the SIEVX voyage.
Amal was always prepared to stand up and speak about SIEVX on behalf of the survivors despite her illness and the fears she carried with her from the trauma of SIEVX. In many ways she was the public face of SIEVX.
More than 140 women lost their lives on SIEVX. We don't know their names and cannot mourn them as individuals. But over the last four years many of us have come to know Amal and she will be deeply mourned both as the warm courageous person she was and as a symbol of all the nameless women who drowned on SIEVX while seeking sanctuary and a better life in Australia.
Our thoughts are with her family both here and overseas.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Gotta watch what you say (or read!) in cafes in Geneva!


So I'm here in Geneva at the moment, doing an internship in the United Nations with the Australian Permanent Mission. Yesterday afternoon, one of the other interns and I were sitting in a cafe, having a chat about what was happening, how everything was going etc. On the table in front of me, I had a copy of 'Colloquial Persian', a notebook I'm using to practise my horrible Persian handwriting, and a copy of David Marr & Marian Wilkinson's book 'Dark Victory'. We were mid sentence, when a man in a dark pinstripe suit came up to us and said "I'm going to be presumptuous and ask if you two are interns with the Australian Permanent Mission??". Of course, we were, and he was one of the head honchos in the Mission. He spotted that I was reading 'Dark Victory', and commented that he was on Jane Halton's Tampa Taskforce as a bureaucrat, which placed him at the very core of the source of the shocking shocking terrible horrid bad awful legislation that came out of Tampa! He ALSO assisted in drafting the Migration Act amendments which were enacted to introduce mandatory detention in 1991-2! A very interesting conversation ensued, discussions of the "unofficial" opinions on Tampa of many of the bureaucrats in that particular room, and the current state of the refugee law. Haha how hilarious that at the time I had on the desk that particular book. I mean, really, it could have been ANYTHING else!

If you haven't read Dark Victory, get your hands on it like right now. It's amazing. Here's a link to it... http://www.allenandunwin.com/Shopping/ProductDetails.aspx?ISBN=1741144477

And don't forget to go to Left on Nauru... link in the taskbar ----->

Cheers!

J x

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Two Lost Boys Still on Nauru...

Hi,

I've just got an email from Mohammad Sagar, one of the last 2 refugees remaining on Nauru. He asked me to put a link to the website that he and the other man - Mohammad Faisal - are maintaining. It is www.leftonnauru.com

There are photos, stories, journal-style thoughts, links etc. You can even drop them a line to give them a word of support. Please go and have a look. I will put the link in the toolbar on this page, as well. Meanwhile, I will paste below an article written by Michael Gordon in The Age this past week. It's long, and I'm sorry for that, but if you read it, you may begin to understand the deperation faced by these two poor guys who have already been assessed as genuine refugees by the UNHCR *and* DIMIA....

'Living hell' built for two

Michael Gordon - March 11, 2006


MUHAMMAD Faisal calls his life a living hell. He suffers from high anxiety and poor vision, takes medication three times a day, and recently, in an act of desperation, tried to take his life.
Faisal, 26, is one of the last two asylum seekers left on Nauru under the Howard Government's Pacific Solution. The other, Mohammad Sagar, 29, became concerned last month when he knocked on Faisal's door and there was no reply.
He called the security people and a nurse at the camp and, when they opened the door, he saw Faisal, semi-conscious, bleeding from cuts to his chest, arms and stomach. Faisal was taken to the clinic that once served several hundred mainly Afghan and Iraqi asylum seekers on the tiny, impoverished island.
He later said he had been "pushed to the edge" by the isolation and uncertainty of his situation and a sense of desperation.
"In Nauru life is black," he told the The Age this week. "I feel I am in hell. When I came to Nauru I was 21. My age now is 26. Everything is negative."
Now, almost 4½ years after being sent to Nauru, two of the world's loneliest asylum seekers are now preparing for a new existence outside the camp.
While the camp will be maintained, at a cost to Australian taxpayers of $1 million a month, those employed by the International Organisation for Migration (IOM) who have been responsible for the welfare of the two men, including a psychiatrist, are pulling out.
In the coming weeks, the two Iraqis will have to adapt to new "independent living" arrangements where they will have their own accommodation, complete with a television, DVD player, telephone and internet access.
There will also be an allowance to buy their own food and a pushbike, complete with helmet and padlock, for each to travel around the once phosphate-rich but now near-bankrupt 21-square-kilometre island, where power failures and water shortages are daily occurrences.
The shift is portrayed by the Immigration Department as an opportunity for the men to make their own choices. The men see it differently. "I feel that this step means that they want to keep me on Nauru forever," Faisal wrote in a recent letter to Neill Wright, the regional representative of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees.
Both men have been found to be refugees, with genuine fears of persecution if they returned to Iraq, but both were deemed to be a security threat to Australia after extensive interviews with ASIO last year.

The finding has left the two men, and parties such as the UNHCR who are trying to find another country willing to resettle them, in an invidious, almost impossible position. They have not been told the basis of the finding and there is no provision for an appeal or a review by an independent authority.
Not knowing the allegation against them is a constant worry. As Faisal puts it: "I am not doing anything wrong to other countries, or in my own country, or on Nauru. Why am I rejected? I am not dangerous to anyone."
When The Age became the first media organisation to be given unfettered access to the camp almost 12 months ago, both complained about the way the ASIO interviews had been conducted.
Back then, Sagar said he was struggling to cope with the anxiety. "I'm living in limbo. To think there is a possibility, even 1 per cent, to get a rejection, makes me feel very, very bad."
Both said then that they had been accused of being uncooperative in the interviews, but emphatically denied this. It was not until many months later that they were told of the ruling, around the same time that the other 25 asylum seekers still on Nauru were given visas to come to Australia.
Susan Metcalfe, a researcher who has visited the men twice on Nauru and has provided support to many of those who have since left the island to begin new lives in Australia, was distressed, but not surprised, that Faisal had resorted to self-harm.
Only days before the episode, she had written to Immigration Minister Amanda Vanstone voicing her concern about his mental condition.
"I am deeply concerned that he will not cope when the psychiatrist leaves this weekend," she told The Age yesterday. "The departure of the last Arabic-speaking staff member in January had a very negative impact on Faisal and contributed to his distress."
Ms Metcalfe also shares the men's concern that the new arrangements are a first step towards the Australian Government washing its hands of any responsibility for them, despite the commitment when Nauru agreed to set up the camps that "no persons will be left behind on Nauru". She finds the adverse security assessment hard to understand. "Both men are very human and not at all threatening. I don't believe that anyone has ever had a problem with them and I know that their friends in Australia find the ongoing situation incredibly distressing," she said.
"It is an absurd situation and a complete waste of all our time, energy and money. I doubt that Muhammad Faisal could have coherently answered questions in his ASIO interviews without psychological assistance, so I do have concerns about the basis for the decisions.

"I know that the lack of explanation for the decisions causes ongoing despair for both men. They can't even defend themselves because they don't know what they are being accused of."
Migration agent Marion Le, who met both men on Nauru, finds their situation "incomprehensible", suggesting there may have been a different outcome if the men had advocates present during their ASIO interviews.
Another who is surprised is Maarten Dormaar, a psychiatrist, who worked for the IOM at the camp until 2003. He says Sagar worked as a voluntary interpreter when required and performed the job well. "He was very respectful and unbiased as far as I could guess from the way the patients behaved during the interviews ," he said in an email to Ms Metcalfe.
Sagar has several concerns about the new arrangements, which were set out in a document prepared by the Immigration Department and presented to the two men. They include questions of health care, transport and security.
On transport, for instance, the document notes the IOM's commitment to provide "safe and dignified" transport for camp residents, with as little public exposure as possible. Under the new arrangements, this obligation would be met by the provision of pushbikes and helmets "for their exclusive use".
"I don't think it's a very wise idea, giving us bikes," Sagar told The Age. "Faisal is extremely short-sighted and taking medication three times a day. I don't think he would be able at all to ride a bike."
But their greater fear is that they have been forgotten. "We are afraid of that one day we would find ourselves abandoned on this tiny island and have to beg for the food," Sagar said in a letter to Mr Wright.
While Sagar has improved his English and computer skills on the island, Faisal is struggling. He says he thinks constantly of the friends who have left Nauru and is distressed that the department will no longer provide an interpreter.
In his letter to the UNHCR, Faisal said he was dying a slow death. "The only solution to my problem is that I get a country to live (like) a human being without being humiliated. My wish is to feel, even for once, that I'm alive."

(NB - cheers to Tandberg for the cartoon above)

 
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