Ten Cultures, Twenty Lives: Refugee Life Stories
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We often don't realize all it takes for refugees to navigate the path to resettlement. They face years of waiting and countless hurdles before arriving in a strange new land with few possessions and little knowledge of their new communities' language and culture.
How did a diverse group of refugees make their way to the US and settle in Abilene, Texas? Who helped them through the resettlement process as they embarked on their new lives?
In Ten Cultures, Twenty Lives, refugee storytellers from a broad swath of cultures—Rwanda, Congo, Liberia, Cuba, Iraq, Bhutan, and more—reveal their compelling, sometimes humorous, often bittersweet tales of resettlement in West Texas. Through their life stories, refugees share their powerful experiences about the long, hard road they took to get to the US.
Ten Cultures, Twenty Lives guides us through their journeys and draws us into the world of refugees and resettlement staff, describing the passion and energy needed to help these courageous storytellers resettle in the US and the challenges they faced.
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Ten Cultures, Twenty Lives - Daina Jurika-Owen
Texas
INTRODUCTION
Discovering
Refugees
MY FIRST JOB IN the United States was with a refugee resettlement agency. Before that, I was not even aware that refugees still existed. I had recently moved to Abilene in West Texas from Latvia, a small country in Eastern Europe that had quietly regained independence from the Soviet Union in 1991. It was the fall of 2003, and I was somewhat new to American culture myself, although I had lived for one year in Bloomington, Indiana as a visiting folklore scholar. Now, it was eight years later, and things were quite different: this time, I had moved to the US to live, not just to visit, and I was in West Texas. And Texas is so big and Texans are so independent in spirit that it makes one wonder if Texas ever joined the Union at all.
During my first days in refugee work, I realized how little I knew about the groups that we were about to meet and get resettled. In Latvia, I lived in a society that had only two major cultural groups: Latvians and Russian-speakers. Most of the time, each group led one’s own separate life. Here in the US – and in the agency in particular – everything was different and fascinating: the diversity of people from different cultures, a multitude of languages and accents … I felt I was in the right place.
Besides my coworkers, my best educators were the arriving refugees themselves, bringing their cultures and customs right to our agency and to Abilene. Before my job at the agency, I had only a vague idea about countries in Africa and their histories, languages, and cultures. In my mind, they were all one big Africa.
It was not that I hadn’t done well in geography in high school, but why would you need to keep in mind any details about a continent from which you had never met anyone and probably never would? Of course, I knew about genocide in Rwanda and famine in Ethiopia from daily papers and TV news, but those sad events seemed so far away and so much out of my control that I had just tuned them out.
I never expected to have daily interactions with genocide survivors from Rwanda or with people who had lived through the famine in Ethiopia I had seen on TV. Refugees were here, and they told me their stories as I was driving them around town in search of a job or we were discussing their career plans in our office.
The first refugees we resettled in our Abilene office were Liberians who had fled the first Liberian Civil War. Then, a few Congolese from Congo-Brazzaville came, after years in exile in Ivory Coast. After them, some refugees from the Big Congo
arrived. This was in the winter and spring of 2004. When the summer came, it brought a dozen Rwandese, three or four more families of Colombians, and more Congolese. These new people motivated me to explore their countries with different interest. What had happened there? Why did these people have to flee? And where did they go? Why there, and not somewhere else? How was life in these new countries? To my surprise, I soon became quite an expert on refugee cultures. The refugees did not even have to tell their stories; just the fact that they arrived and we worked with them created motivation for me.
Our resettlement office felt like the very center of the American salad bowl
culture. On some days, we would attend to refugees from a dozen different ethnic groups and would juggle multiple languages. Where else, if not in the United States, could all cultural groups and ethnicities meet, interact, and gradually become American society
while at the same time changing the actual perception of what it meant to be an American
? And where else in the world would you have a French-speaking refugee from Congo-Brazzaville who happened to know a little Russian and a resettlement worker from Latvia who spoke English, Latvian, and some Russian meet and communicate in Russian – in the middle of West Texas, no less?¹
I don’t know why, but initially I had thought that refugees
would be different from everybody else in some special way. Maybe it came from the way we talked about them in the office. Refugees were not all alike – that was lesson number one for me. They came from different countries, cities, and villages, from different walks of life, and they were as different as all other people around me. At first, people in our town also seemed to think that refugees would all be alike, as if the name refugee
meant that they were mass produced, or the name refugee
was like a badge to pin up on their lapels. Such a response was quite natural; after all, they did not know what to expect since refugee
was a new concept to many. I remember how I once did a presentation about the refugee program for local business owners, hoping to get some jobs for refugees. One woman in the audience asked, Are they good cooks?
And I said, You know, they are just like we all are. You may be a good cook, but the person sitting next to you may even not know how to use a can opener. I am sure I could find one or two who are really great with food if you can offer a job for them.
A couple of years later, I learned lesson number two, which was associated with a popular saying in refugee resettlement work: never assume [things about refugees].
Don’t assume that refugees who are fluent in English know all about the American way of life and culture. Don’t assume that those refugees who do not speak English are deaf or somehow mentally handicapped.
I had a professional relationship with refugees in quite a few capacities: I helped them find their first jobs in the US, advised them on the best career steps, answered thousands of questions about how things are done in the US
and why this way,
and helped get them reunited with their families. I spent more than nine years of my life in refugee resettlement work – or in agency jargon, working in the field
– and that’s why refugees and their stories are close to my heart.
CHAPTER 1
Who Are Refugees, After All?
AS I WRITE THIS in September of 2016, refugees are receiving more press coverage than ever before due to the migrant crisis in the Middle East and Europe. Who are they? ²
The United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees defines a refugee as someone who is unable or unwilling to return to their country of origin owing to a well-founded fear of being persecuted for reasons of race, religion, nationality, membership of a particular social group, or political opinion. War and ethnic, tribal, and religious violence are leading causes of refugees fleeing their countries.
³
This legal definition governs the US refugee resettlement program and related immigration processes. It is most often used in professional circles of refugee resettlement, such as nonprofit organizations and other providers of social services that work with refugees, as the general public is often unaware of this legal definition, and the word refugee
is widely used to denote any person either uprooted from home
– the victims of floods from Hurricane Katrina or Harvey were often referred to as refugees
in various media sources – or somebody who simply has left their home country.
Thus, the definition is also essential when educating the US public about the refugee resettlement program and its recipients. Likewise, it helps counter the opponents of relief work by highlighting the core reasons why people become refugees
and why they cannot go back home.
In fact, all refugees start out as asylum seekers
when they cross the border and enter a neighboring country. Most often, the first country refugees enter is not affluent enough to offer much support. The majority of newcomers hope to either go home or be resettled elsewhere. Asylum seekers apply for refugee resettlement if a chance comes up for their ethnic, religious, or political group, but that does not happen very often, and usually, if it does, it’s only after long years in exile.
For example, Bhutanese refugees in Nepal were confined to refugee camps for more than a decade, while Sudanese lost boys
in Kenya refugee camps reached their adulthood by the time their resettlement chances came up. Asylum countries are usually quite hostile to the newcomers, and at best, refugees there are tolerated but not welcomed. Burmese refugees in Thailand and Malaysia used to live in the shadows
trying not to attract the attention of police and government clerks, and Congolese refugees in Gabon were often harassed by local police. While some countries mandate that all refugees live in camps and leaving the camp is restricted, other countries allow a choice between living privately and staying in the camp.
One way or another, being registered with the UNHCR as asylum seeker allows refugees to stay in a country legally, although without official rights to work. Those employers that do choose to hire refugees without work permits often discriminate against them by paying much lower wages than to anyone else. The majority of storytellers admit that it was essential for their survival to have income from work, although the chances to obtain a job officially were close to zero. Several younger generation Burundian refugees from quite restrictive Tanzania camps remark that their parents, usually fathers, worked outside the camp, but if they got caught, their wages were taken away by the camp security guards. Still, it was essential that at least one family member was employed to provide for children’s school fees and for some food to supplement their scarce daily meals.
Several Bhutanese-Nepali storytellers state that one of the hardest things in the refugee camp for them as law-abiding people was the moral dilemma whether to violate the camp rules and go to the nearby town to work, thus being able to provide for the family, or comply with the regulations and stay in the camp, but give up the chances to provide for the family’s meals and pay for their children’s education. I am mentioning this because we often hear and read about generic hard conditions in refugee camps,
but the moral dilemmas refugees had to face are rarely mentioned.
Refugees number in the millions, although different sources provide quite different statistics. Exact numbers are impossible to cite since people flee from warzones, move, and cross international borders daily. Estimates range from twenty-two and a half million to sixty-five million.⁴ The higher number includes internally displaced persons and asylum seekers who may not yet be registered with UNHCR, while the lower number represents those who are officially registered.
Whatever the numbers, only a small fraction of 1 percent of all refugees get an opportunity to resettle to the third country. Generally, UNHCR first reviews the opportunities for refugee groups to repatriate after the war or conflict in their country is over. Unfortunately, many countries remain in limbo for decades, with localized war and ethnic clashes breaking out sporadically, which makes return dangerous. For example, the Democratic Republic of Congo has had on-and- off wars and localized military actions since the mid-1990s, and the fighting has not completely stopped until now, especially in the eastern part of the Congo where the Banyamulenge Tutsis ethnic group used to live.
Recent media reports portray the areas in the eastern part of Congo close to Kivu lake as devastated by constant wars and currently governed by militant or rebel troops that terrorize local villagers. The official army responsible for guarding peace and order has deserted this part of Congo, and the rebels themselves have forgotten what they are fighting for. These conflicts are usually rooted in previous slights and disappointments and lead to retaliation, so it is difficult to predict when peace could come to this part of Congo.⁵
The second common option that is always considered for refugees is to become residents or citizens of the asylum country. Very few countries have accepted their refugee neighbors
permanently, and the majority is unable or unwilling to do so because of a weak economy and inability to provide shelter and jobs.
The third option is the lifesaver for many: resettlement in a third country, such as the US. Because of the number of refugees and the limited opportunities, the UNHCR and national governments involved in resettlement meet and jointly determine which of the many vulnerable cultural groups have the most pressing need to be resettled.
After overseas preparation work is completed, the US agency that has contracted with the US government to accept refugees and provide them with appropriate services assures
the Department of State that staff members are ready for refugee reception. The agency accepting refugees is called a VOLAG, which means a voluntary agency.
Most sources quote nine main agencies that do this kind of work in the US.⁶
The International Rescue Committee, the agency where I worked, is one of the VOLAGs. The IRC works in many locations in the US and overseas. As their own website states, The International Rescue Committee responds to the world’s worst humanitarian crises, helping to restore health, safety, education, economic wellbeing, and power to people devastated by conflict and disaster. Founded in 1933 at the call of Albert Einstein, the IRC is at work in over 40 countries and 28 offices across the U.S. helping people to survive, reclaim control of their future, and strengthen their communities.
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Usually, VOLAGs receive government funding through grants to provide the newcomers with financial assistance and other services. Services may vary depending on other available grants, donations and resources, but every VOLAG signs a cooperative agreement with the US government to provide initial resettlement services to incoming refugees within the framework of a resettlement and placement
program, known by the abbreviation R&P. According to this agreement, certain things have to be accomplished on behalf of refugees with their cooperation and within certain deadlines.⁸
In the life of a refugee, at least two agencies play a major role: the one in the country of asylum, which interviews refugees to determine their eligibility for resettlement to the US, and the resettlement agency in the US, which helps refugees after they arrive in their new homeland – America.
They Are Coming!
January 2004
I remember the excitement in our resettlement office when we finally received a fax notice from headquarters in New York that our first arrivals
were coming. It was the very beginning of 2004, about one month after I had started my new job. The notice meant that we finally had refugees assigned to our Abilene office. They would come to our town to live, and we would work with them to provide all resettlement services.
Since our office was newly opened, that was definitely a big step forward for us. We could now consider us a real
resettlement office. The arrival date was set for January 15, 2004, and if I remember correctly, we received that notice a couple of weeks in advance. At that time, there was no refugee resettlement database like there is now, so there was no way to look anything up in the database system
in advance. Our information came to us in the old-fashioned way: by fax from the agency’s processing unit in New York. Thus, it was very important not to miss any documents from the fax machine which was also our copier and printer.
The official fax was called an Arrival Notice,
and it gave all relevant information about the person arriving, including name, date of birth, and country of origin. Most importantly, it gave us dates and flight numbers, from departure until arrival time at the Abilene airport. If things changed, if a flight got rescheduled or cancelled or arrival time changed, we would find out about it only from another fax (or an occasional emergency call from New York). We now came to regard that fax machine in the office corner with quite different respect.
Our first Arrival Notice said that we should expect two men from Liberia, traveling from Ivory Coast. They were both married but were coming by themselves, having been separated from their families during the Liberian Civil War.
Yeah! Finally! They are coming!
That was the general sentiment among the three of us: the site manager, Jennie; our assistant case manager, Peter; and me, the employment coordinator. We were all tired of just working in the office. My job was to find employers willing to hire newly arrived refugees, and I had already started looking for companies. We did not have a case manager
yet because there were no refugee cases to manage.
Peter, a Burundian asylee, was hired soon after me, and he brought on board all the African languages (well, maybe not all, but five) and cultures as well as his outgoing, friendly personality. Nobody else in our office could greet people with such a genuine smile and welcoming embrace. Peter and I became good buddies in the office, as he had studied in Belarus (imagine, sent by the Burundian government). He had learned Russian in the process, so we could talk in Russian now and then if we did not have anyone else around, and it created a sense of camaraderie. He had lots of funny stories about how he was the only African in the small town in Belarus where his university was and the reactions people had to his dark skin.
One little boy, he ran up to me and rubbed my skin with his little fingers and then turned back to his parents, screaming his head off: ‘Mama, Pa, come see that man, he must be a drunk or something – his skin has turned all black!’
Peter remembered. The parents were very embarrassed and tried to call the boy off, but I told them, ‘Don’t worry, it is okay. Let him touch me.’ And I told the boy, ‘I am from Africa, and the sun is very strong there, so it tanned me black like this.’ I could imagine myself in that little boy’s shoes, as little kids from remote villages in Africa often are shocked when they see white people for the first time. They run to touch them, too. It was the same here, just with black color.
The Arrival Notices gave a different urgency to all preparations. Household supplies and food needed to be purchased a day before the arrival date and delivered to their soon-to- be home. Furniture had to be ordered and delivered. Utilities switched on! And a ready-to- eat meal had to be in the apartment waiting for the new people. Peter was rushing to do all this, with planning help from Jennie.
The most challenging task was finding apartment complexes that would accommodate refugees and fit their needs. Refugees would arrive without social security numbers and no jobs, and usually people like that would not be allowed to rent an apartment. Also, many refugees would not speak any English, so it would be harder for apartment managers to talk to them. To make it more complicated, not every apartment complex would be acceptable. The guidelines stated that housing had to be in a safe area, within walking distance of a grocery store and a bus stop, and be reasonably priced.
This task was not easy, and Stevo, the site manager from the IRC Dallas office, came out to help with the apartment search. Both site managers went around for a couple of weeks, talking to several apartment complex managers and owners in town. Some days, they came back upset and quiet, which meant that some meetings did not go well. But sometimes they returned happier, which meant they were more successful and had hope that things would work out. All apartment managers had to talk to their owners to get approval since accommodating refugees would entail not doing things by the book, so it was hard to get an immediate answer. Eventually, with Stevo’s winning sales skills paired up with our site manager’s quiet smile, they found two apartment managers willing to work with our office to provide housing for refugees. One was on the south side and the other was on the north side, across from the old north side Walmart store.
Finally, we had made all the preparations for their arrival: an apartment was booked for the two men and furniture delivered. They would share the apartment to save money and lower utility costs. There was (and still is) a list of mandatory household and food items for stocking each apartment or house and Peter had done the shopping. I went to help with organizing the apartment. When Peter went to pick up the new arrivals at the airport, Jennie gave him donated warm clothes to take right to the airport, since it was winter and they probably would not be prepared for cold weather. And boy, it was a cold winter that year!
I don’t know what exactly I was expecting, but when Bouake and his roommate, Lionel, arrived, I was surprised to see that they did not look any different from other people in the United States. Of course, they were African, but otherwise, you could not tell from their appearance that they were refugees.
They looked a little haggard, but that may have been from the long and tiring flight. Two skinny men in their thirties, they were dressed in plain blue shirts and black pants. They both had their white plastic bags with the blue and white International Organization for Migration (IOM) logo, where all their documents and important papers were stored. They were in the waiting room of our office when I met them next morning coming to work. As I had to do resettlement planning with them a few days later, I introduced myself and we had a little small talk right then and there – although, I was mostly guessing what they were saying in response, as their English was hard to understand.
Peter had already told me that they did not come with much luggage – just a little duffel bag each. That was something to think about. When I moved to the US to live, I had sent several boxes ahead of me and came with three big suitcases. Both of these men came almost empty-handed, with no belongings at all. The IOM gives every refugee a quota of how much they can take with them, but Lionel and Bouake had not even met that. Later, I learned that many refugees prepare for the journey to their new country by giving away their personal belongings, like clothes and shoes, to refugees who stay behind in the camp. The ones who are about to come to the US are the lucky ones who will have a chance to get new things, while those who stay behind need all the help they can get.
Looking back, I think I was a little disappointed to see that our first refugees looked just like everybody else in town. Had I expected African clothing? I don’t think so, but I had thought that they would stand apart in some way.
CHAPTER 2
Refugees and Their Stories: Who Participated and Why
THE IDEA TO WRITE this book grew out of numerous conversations with refugees during my resettlement agency days. Refugees often shared their stories with me about events that had happened in their lives, and at first, I did not ask them why they were doing it. I simply thought they had stories to tell and wanted to share them with me, maybe to establish a better connection with me as an agency worker.
With time, I noticed that the refugees had their own agendas and used the stories as tools of persuasion.
Some wanted to make sure that I saw the urgency of their requests while others wanted me to believe that their cases were the most compelling and needed special attention. I remember one refugee woman who confided her hopes of finding a long-lost relative and told me her sad story about a relative who got lost during their family’s flight. I had known her for several years, but she shared this story only when she needed me to help find the lost relative.
After hearing some of the stories several times, I realized that they belonged to a refugee repertoire
they each had created and recreated on multiple occasions when storytelling had to serve a specific goal: at the UNHCR interviews, Overseas Processing Entity (OPE) interviews, or in conversations with IOM employees. In the US, these stories could be the ones that were shared in college or high school classrooms or with new friends, volunteers, and coworkers. So, why not with an agency worker like me?
Here, I do not question the veracity of these stories or claim that they were fabrications
or false
– no, far from that. They were as true as any story could be, since we all remember events in our lives in our own ways, repeat them from memory, and gradually add or omit things as needed. In these stories, refugees had structured their past events for themselves and for those they took into their confidence. They were persuasive tools successfully used in refugee resettlement interviews. After all, the storytellers were in the United States now, which meant their stories had been persuasive enough to qualify for resettlement.
Refugee stories brought me into this fascinating realm of storytelling I decided to explore in more detail. I gave up my job in the agency and embarked on a new project: a refugee storybook. As resettlement agency staff, we thought that we knew quite well what life in a refugee camp was like and how the resettlement process worked; that’s where our training and experience came in. But why didn’t we ask refugees themselves about their lives before and after resettlement? We just relied on our agency knowledge, but was this knowledge sufficient?
Now, in the new role of a writer (and not an agency worker anymore), I expected that everyone I contacted would be very excited about a chance to participate. After all, so many already had shared their stories with me quite happily while I was the IRC staff member. To my surprise, I got diverse responses when I called refugees: not everybody wanted to share their stories anymore. But they had done it quite comfortably and voluntarily just a few months ago! I began to realize that refugee storytelling had a pragmatic goal at the agency, while sharing the same story for a book was very different. Also, stories shared at the office would be kept confidential. For the storybook, their stories would become public, and this fact brought on new concerns.
I invited about fifty people, carefully selecting the potential storytellers based on their ethnic group, age and gender, with a goal to equally represent each one of them. I gave preference to those whose life stories could serve as the most typical
representations of the respective group, thus contributing to the cultural variety presented in the book. About a half of them embraced the invitation, saying it was a great project
and offered to participate right away. About a dozen others were a little more cautious and said that they would do it to help me out
because I had helped them a lot
as an agency worker or we had developed a friendship since we met.
Storytellers had no other incentive for participating since I did not pay them nor offer any other rewards. We held most of the storytelling sessions in my office, which I rented for this specific purpose, although I always offered to visit them in their homes or meet in some other public space. Most of them chose to come to my office as it would provide a quiet, comfortable space to sit and talk. When we met, I usually offered the tellers a choice to be recorded or not, and if they chose not to be recorded, I took extensive notes. Mostly, people were okay with recording, although some did not feel comfortable with it. Also, I explained that they could decide whether to appear with their original names or use a pseudonym. Here, I had about a fifty-fifty split; some said that it was fine to use their names as they were, but others wanted their names changed.
After I wrote down the stories from my notes or transcribed the recording, I invited all participants to review the resulting text for accuracy and to offer feedback. Several asked me to take out some facts that would lead to identifying their family members in their home countries. Also, some stories had to be shelved
because of concerns about the well-being of friends and relatives still living in the country of origin.
What motivated them to share their stories? First, many enjoyed the thought that their story would be read, not just by those in the community of Abilene, but throughout the US. Refugees from the younger generation (early twenties to midthirties) embraced the idea most willingly, even though they were the busiest, with daily schedules that often involved full-time college studies and part-time or full-time jobs. I believe they found time to share because they were more open about their lives and experiences and were more used to the idea of going public
with their stories, as I am sure they had done in high school or college. Telling personal experience stories gave them a chance to reflect on their lives, how they wanted to construct their pasts, and what they wanted from their futures. From their point of view, they were in America and nothing was impossible
; the future was in their own hands. I think of them as the Facebook generation,
actively communicating with daily postings, photos, shares, comments, and all kinds of interactions. Being used to sharing their experiences on social networks may have been part of the reason the young refugees were so willing to share their stories with me for the book.
When younger refugees reviewed the stories I had written down from my notes or transcribed recordings, several of them commented, Yes, that’s me.
It seemed they were looking at their story as if it were a selfie.
When asked what made them share their stories, several answered that they did it to inspire other refugee kids
who were still in high school to do the right thing,
to go to college,
or to stay away from bad things, like drugs and drinking.
Another group willing to share their stories was in their late thirties to fifties, and the majority of them remembered their lives in their countries of origin quite well. They were considerably more uncertain about their future in the US, and some of them mentioned that it may be a little late to start a new career
here or expect new success. These storytellers often remarked that they had to focus on their children
, or that they came to the US so that their children would have better future.
Many noted that they had been treated unjustly in their old countries
and they had lost everything there. These storytellers were willing to share their stories for the sake of a greater good
so other people would have a better understanding of the refugee plight in the world.
They also wanted the injustice in the old country to be exposed, made public. They seemed equally interested to have their stories affect the old country,
hoping for policy changes there. Their focus was on the suffering and hardship that needed to be made public so others here would understand.
For this more mature group, another reason for participating was to help US readers better understand refugees as their fellow citizens
and neighbors.
This role