Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Better Understanding

The Peace Corps has three goals, one of which is:

To help promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of Americans.

So, what “better understanding” do I have about Pohnpei and the people who inhabit this island?  The previous 24 blog posts from Lin and I have provided lots of details in answer to that question.  Below are some random thoughts gleaned from eight months of working and living on Pohnpei.

Time  From day one I heard about “island time” or “Pohnpeian time.”  So, we were warned.  But it is hard to over-emphasize the difference.  In my professional life I was driven by the clock and the calendar.  Meetings took place at a certain hour.  School calendars were set in stone a year in advance.  We now have calendar apps, and while in the states, my i-phone will tell me where I am supposed to be and when.  Here, not so much.  Attendees wander in to meetings when the spirit moves, meetings are set, cancelled, reset, or ignored, seemingly without consequence.  Time is simply more fluid.  While there are clocks, they hold less sway.  There are calendars, but scheduled events may or may not take place.  Even the seasons demonstrate less emphasis on time.  At home, the seasons change regularly, demonstrating the march of time.  Here, there is no discernible change in the weather—it’s constant summer, with little change in daylight or temperature from month to month.

So, it’s different.  After eight months, I have probably changed more than those I attempt to influence.  No point in being frustrated or taking missed meeting or late arrivals personally.  Interestingly, people within the school system will acknowledge the inefficiency engendered by a casual attitude toward time and speculate that it is one of the things holding them back. But, the desire to change—to give date and time more importance—has not reached critical mass.

Accountability  One of the workshops I did with Department of Education Leadership stressed the conditions required for the system to hold its people accountable.  Specifically:  Expectations must be clear; employees must perceive that these expectations are reasonable; and employees must anticipate that positive consequences will follow performance and negative consequences will follow poor performance.  Seems pretty clear cut, but conditions on this small island complicate these assumptions.  With few exceptions, people come from large extended families with multiple relationships.  Everyone really is related to everyone else.  Reinforcing this is a strong traditional leadership system within which people are required to respect their clan relationships and elders.  In short, principals and other leaders often find it difficult to hold people accountable when those they supervise may be family members or may hold titles that make it difficult to challenge poor performance.  Whatever the reasons, accountability as we interpret it is another condition for improved schools that has yet to firmly take hold.

Sense of Community  At home, you read (or experience) the fact that people are becoming more isolated, less socially connected.  From Robert Putnam’s “Bowling Alone,” to more recent commentary (such as David Brook’s recent essay in which he suggested that instead of going over to the neighbor’s house, we are more likely to spend our time surfing everybody else’s lives on Facebook), the fear is that we are losing face-to-face social engagement.  Not so here—especially in the more rural areas of Pohnpei.  The teacher and principal workshops we conduct as Peace Corps volunteers around the island are not limited to staff development.  Rather they are social events where teachers and community members provide a meal in appreciation for our involvement in their lives.  As another example, these afternoon workshops often have us on the road for home between 5:00 and 6:00 p.m.  It seems that every little village en route has all of its inhabitants out along the road at this time, talking and walking with each other, playing volleyball, drinking sakau, or just gathering in the shade.  This, too, may change, given young people’s growing addiction to electronic devices.  But for now, the sense of community is strong.  Fun to see and experience.

Change is haphazard  One of my colleagues in our Peace Corps Response program was a Peace Corps volunteer on Pohnpei from 1969-71.  He marvels at the change.  Where there are now roads, there were just paths; where now cars are everywhere, 45 years ago he can remember only three vehicles on the island.  Where now most of the structures are made of concrete, in his time such buildings did not exist.  Where now Pohnpei has a state and national government modeled after the U.S., before traditional leadership held much more sway.  In short, change has come much more rapidly here than what we experienced in the States—from primitive to modern in a very much shorter period of time.  There are consequences associated with this rapid change.  For example, infrastructure is much more tenuous.  While there are services such as electricity and public water in Kolonia, they often fail because there is neither the expertise nor parts and equipment to maintain the systems.  There are too many cars, too few roads, and too little maintenance.  And, while there is cable TV in Kolonia, there is no system to bill customers other than to hand-deliver invoices to various locations.  In short, change has taken place much more rapidly here, but often the context within which it has happened has not been ready to accept or deal with it.

Social norms  Here, it is acceptable to raise pigs and chickens in your side yard—even in Kolonia.  It is acceptable to chew betel nut and spit the red juice out your car window.  Clothes are optional on little kids.  It is OK to load up you pick-up truck with a dozen people in the back or for your two-year old to hang out the car window.  Formal dress is a Hawaiian shirt and flip flops.  Takes some getting used to.  On the other hand, eye contact, a warm smile, and a friendly greeting are the norm—even among strangers, young and old.  The other night we were stuck in the airport without our promised ride at 1:00 a.m.  No less than four people asked us if we were all right and whether we needed a ride.  When we walk back from the market loaded down with groceries, often complete strangers will stop and ask if we could use a ride.  The fact that we just returned from a week in New York City, where eye contact is avoided and “stranger danger” is taught in schools, the difference is pronounced. When we exclaim our appreciation, folks here just shrug their shoulders and say, “It’s the Pohnpeian way.”  It seems we have much to learn from each other.

Impact of  “free” money  I am used to a money economy where goods and services are valued in terms of the time and effort required to produce them, or in terms of the value they add; where, for example, public schools are financed by state and local taxes and held accountable by the citizens paying for them.  Here, it is a much different system with significant ramifications.  As noted in previous blog posts, nearly all of the money to run public services on Pohnpei comes from U.S. aid, which has been ongoing since before the Federal States of Micronesia (FSM) became independent in the 1980s.  Schools provide an interesting case study.  While there have been modest attempts to hold schools accountable within this system, they have proven ineffective.  And, while there is never enough money, what is provided comes with few strings attached and with little oversight.  The result—too many poor decisions made by people who have not been held accountable by the people they serve.  And, since the typical parent or student is not paying for their education, they seem less inclined to question its effectiveness.  If able, they simply vote with their feet and enroll their children in private schools, whose financial support depends on satisfying their customers.  In short, there is probably a lesson in all this related to the impact of “free” money.

At this point, Lin would tell me to lighten up.  So, I will end this post with a “little piggy” drama that unfolded up the street from us.  For a minute the little guy got away, but not for long.




Plus One

We are a small family.  How great is it to add a new member!!

We just returned from our Thanksgiving/family gathering in Brooklyn.  We left the Peace Corps behind and made the physical and mental transition back to our previous lives for a week.

It is hard to express how much it meant to see our family and welcome our new grandchild into the fold.   Sonny is wonderful, and Sarah and Sam seem to have taken to parenthood like pros.  They are so at ease with their new son and lifestyle…it was certainly love at first sight.

Sonny is tiny and sleeps most of the time, as babies do, but who gets tired watching him sleep with his arms raised in the proverbial touchdown signal.  The pictures below capture proud parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents who cannot resist picture perfect moments.  Pictures are doubly important to us as we will not see him again for a few months.  Sarah and Sam…be sure to keep those pictures coming.

And then there is the rest of our family!  We were so happy to reconnect with Adrienne and Jim after many months away.  We really appreciate what they have done to help out on the home front.  Many thanks!  Brooke and Carter are awesome too.  It is amazing how much they have changed and grown in the months that we have been away.  Brooke is taller and more beautiful, and she too was enthralled with the new baby.  She is already a great sister to Carter, and I know she will be a great cousin to Sonny.  She loves her Mimi and Papa as much as we love her.  Spending those few day with her will help us get through until April when we see her again. 

Carter is all boy, running everywhere, never walking!  But he is also very loving and sweet.  One of my favorite pictures from our visit is the one  showing Mimi and Papa walking down the street in Brooklyn holding hands with Brooke and Carter!

A little bit about our trip out and back.  We spent a lot of time in airports and airplanes.  We know Honolulu International Airport well.  We did take the opportunity to see some of Honolulu during layovers.  Waikiki Beach is lined with big hotels and lots of tourists, not a place to which  we would choose to return.  Pearl Harbor and the Arizona Memorial, on the other hand, were peaceful and inspiring.  It strengthened Roger’s resolve to visit Biak, Indonesia where his dad served in World War II.  Our arrival back at the Pohnpei airport at 1:30 a.m. was a stark reminder that the Peace Corps owns us for the next four months.












Some of what remains of the Arizona, below the memorial.