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The Beauty of Tunisia in a Time of Transition

One year ago, I led a small group of nonprofit professionals to Tunisia to learn about the local NGO sector. The epicenter of the Arab Spring in 2011, Tunis at the beginning of 2016 was still feeling occasional rumbles of political instability. Widely publicized attacks on tourists at the Bardo Museum and at a beach resort in Sousse made waves through the international community, and it was with some trepidation that my group of American experts in women’s rights and disability rights traveled to Tunisia’s capital.

Tunis, we learned when we arrived, is really comprised of several historical cities that lie adjacent to one another. The medieval walled city, called the medina, was the heart of Tunis for hundreds of years. Its narrow, winding streets lead in circuitous routes in which travelers can easily lose themselves for hours. During the day, the medina is vibrant and full of life. At night, the medina is eerily silent. In this photo, taken in the late afternoon, the side streets of the medina are already starting to empty of passers-by.

Just prior to our visit at the beginning of 2016, the city of Tunis was under a curfew from sundown to sunrise due to political unrest. Though the curfew was officially lifted the day before our arrival, the habit of not being out late clearly still held among the local population. On our first night in the city, my group walked quickly through the narrow streets with guides who held lanterns and doubled as bodyguards to accompany us through the medina after dark. Though the walk was stressful, it ended with our arrival at a beautiful traditional Tunisian home where we had a lavish welcome dinner hosted by a local partner NGO. Hospitality is a major part of Tunisian culture, and our local hosts provided an incredible feast in a beautiful setting completely at odds with the tense environment outside.

Many of the traditional houses of the medina, like the one above, are beautifully decorated indoors in a way that one would never expect based on the drab outer walls seen from the street. The elites of medieval Tunis spared no expense in incorporating intricate tile and stucco work in the central courtyards of their homes. As fortunes changed over the course of colonial rule and modernization, many of the old houses became too difficult for their owners to keep simply as homes. Many were converted into restaurants like the one where we had our welcome dinner, or into guesthouses for international travelers. The historic house pictured above is now a museum of Tunisian art and architecture and the seat of the Association for the Safeguard of the Medina—an organization trying to preserve Tunisia’s unique architectural heritage for future generations.

Outside of the medina, in the adjacent French Colonial part of the city, the streets still held some life after dark. Families and couples strolled along the wide, tree-lined boulevard modeled on the Champs-Elysées or enjoyed snacks and non-alcoholic drinks in the many cafes. Alcohol is seen as a foreign luxury/vice, and is typically expensive and can be difficult to find. Our group of Americans found one of the few bars serving alcohol on the roof of a nearby hotel with a view of the opera house.  Like other historic buildings, the façade of opera house was lit to showcase the beauty of its Art Deco architecture. But appearances can be deceiving; the beautiful opera house was closed indefinitely for renovations. Just down the street from this seemingly idyllic picture, foreign embassies were guarded with tanks and barbed wire.

Just to the north of Tunis, a world away in atmosphere from both the medina and the French Colonial quarter lies an older history, a history of which many Tunisians are extremely proud.  The massive ruins of ancient Carthage, a city that was once a major political, military, and economic force in the Mediterranean, shows that Tunis was once one of the most important places in the world. Ruins of a massive ancient bathhouse and amphitheater speak to a thriving ancient civilization which many locals see as the direct antecedent to their own. As foreigners in Tunis, we were told by everyone we met that we must absolutely see Carthage, that we would not understand Tunis today if we did not understand its ancient past. With all of the uncertainties facing Tunisia in the present, the ruins of Carthage are an anchor to a time when Tunis was one of the greatest cities in the ancient world.

During our visit, the future of Tunisia seemed uncertain. The nonprofit leaders that we met with spoke of the difficulties of creating a truly representative government, providing services for marginalized communities, addressing youth unemployment, dealing with influxes of refugees from neighboring Libya…the list of challenges was long. Despite these challenges, however, our group was warmly welcomed wherever we went throughout the city. The trepidation that we felt at the beginning of our trip was unfounded, and as a group of Americans, we never once felt truly unsafe. The empty streets of the medina after dark and the barbed wire around the embassies were only tiny blemishes in an otherwise beautiful place.  In every part of the city, at every meeting with local nonprofit leaders, our group found incredible warmth and hospitality, and a very profound sense of hope.

 

Laura Carroll ’06 works in international development in Washington, DC. She writes and travels as often as she can possibly manage.

 

 

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Asking the Right Questions

During the summer of 2014, I completed an internship in Tunisia with the International Center for Transitional Justice. I was halfway through my senior year as an Ada Comstock Scholar and anxious to finally embark into a future a long time in development: human rights work in the Middle East and North Africa (MENA region). In 2006, I traveled throughout the Middle East and finally started to define my passion more deeply. I came to understand that one couldn’t care about human rights while ignoring politics and the environment. Much less can one espouse such a conviction and yet never have taken the opportunity to listen to the people most directly affected.  All of my naive beliefs were shattered in Palestinian refugee camps, slums in Cairo, and a clinic for asylum seekers in Istanbul. These experiences inspired me to educate myself by enrolling in community college, transferring to Smith, and applying to graduate school.

My studies had always focused on anthropology, politics, and human rights in the MENA region. So, when political change began sweeping the region, I could be found glued to Al Jazeera’s live stream and jumping wildly on my bed as nations flooded their streets and dictators fled their countries. Within two years Tunisia had democratically elected a multi-party government and ratified a new constitution.  I first traveled to Tunisia during that process, in January 2014, to participate in a two-week “crash course” political conference.  While there, I began to make plans to return in the summer using my Praxis funding.

The International Center for Transitional Justice (ICTJ) is a New York-based NGO that works with populations who have experienced dramatic political change, whether physically or structurally violent.  In Tunisia, ICTJ works with the government as well as civil society organizations to create systems to investigate Tunisia’s history of human rights abuses, ensure accountability, and create a reparations program. ICTJ will do this via a 15-member Truth and Dignity Commission that was created through the passing of the Transitional Justice Law. Before traveling to Tunisia, I didn’t understand any of this; I didn’t know what transitional justice was; and I had never heard of the ICTJ.

Tunisian Jasmine Revolution
Jubilant demonstrators on steps of Municipal Theatre, Avenue Bourguiba, Central Tunis. January 20, 2011. Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

To prepare for my internship, I read everything I could find on transitional justice.  But of course, as we all learn one way or another, what we read in books usually doesn’t adequately prepare us for life outside the classroom.  As soon as I arrived, I was asked to dive right into my project: to dissect the Transitional Justice Law and identify points that needed clarification for foreign researchers and journalists. After identifying 27 questions, I went to work writing answers to each one.  In many ways this was the perfect project for me.  Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that my favorite activity, and probably the source of my activism, is asking questions.  My project was a straightforward Frequently Asked Questions document, no “why” or “what if” questions.

I had the opportunity to see how an organization such as the ICTJ functions during periods of major change like Tunisia’s democratic transition. I walked away cautiously optimistic. I deeply appreciate the work the ICTJ does and was inspired by the staff I met, both from the Tunis office and from around the world.  That said, I also boarded my flight with “why” and “what if” questions swirling in my head that were critical to the process and foreign involvement in it. Two of the most important lessons I learned “in the field” were how to ask critical questions in the most constructive ways and that as American, especially as a young one, just how overwhelmingly important it is to listen and show restraint. While writing my senior seminar paper, I came across the phrase “obscuring local particularities.” My position in life makes it easy for me to think I know how to vote or how to be a feminist or how to protest injustice. I like to think that I was never unconscious of this privilege, but I am now even more aware of how often I must reexamine my motives and opinions. Tunisia taught me that “local particularities” are what make social change effective. That I can ask “why” and “what if” all I want, but unless I can dislodge myself as much as possible from my point of origin, I won’t be of any support to people who are far more passionate, knowledgeable, and desperate about their own fight than I could ever be. I don’t need to speak for them; their voices demanded that their dictator “GO,” and he did. I don’t need to teach them how to organize; their protests overwhelmed the capital and forced a dictator to flee. I don’t need to give them a lesson on agency or victimhood; they know what they have endured. That is why they stood up to a dictator. Who am I, who are any of us, who call ourselves activists, to assume that we could have any more at stake than those we are trying to help?

When I went to Tunisia, I knew this.  I didn’t have an emotional “I see the light” moment.  What did happen is that I came home with the ability to turn my “why” and “what if” questions on myself in deeper ways than I could before.  I learned how to better engage the “local particularities” of communities I work in, and to question myself constantly.

Pekol profile pic_4Jennifer is an Ada Comstock Scholar from Seattle, Washington. She is most at home when she is living out of her suitcase. Her next adventure is attending graduate school at SOAS in London.

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