Category Archives: The World

Letter From San Francisco #22

April 2nd, 2016 by

sausalito boatI’ve just arrived back on my boat in Sausalito from being in Australia. A couple of days after my return I open my hatch and watch a man with a pirate hat rowing toward shore. Hi, he says with a grin, although in my mind it’s more har, har. I’m back in Sausalito, Grateful Dead territory.

And back on campaign turf. The Presidential campaign feels like a microcosm of what’s playing out in the wider world. At one end of the spectrum there’s fear and greed trumping all and at the other a genuine citizen powered movement for social justice.… Continue Reading

Letter From The Interior

December 19th, 2015 by

 

“Caring for myself is not self indulgence, it is self preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.”
A Burst of Light: Essays

Audre Lorde

 

This is a long-time-coming letter, erupting like a dormant volcano, stirred and spurred by a convening of women’s human rights activists in Eastern Europe and Central Asia and held in Batumi on the edge of the Black Sea.

moffatt-cropIt’s a surreal series of flights on smallish planes hopping from London to Riga to Minsk to Batumi that brings me to the convening.… Continue Reading

Letter From Egypt

December 4th, 2015 by

Arriving into Cairo I catch my first sight of the Nile: ancient, flowing, mythical … There is something about the energy of this place – in the old city, in the alleyways and souks…in spite of the violence, the riots and the crackdowns…and I am so glad to be here.

The ancient rhythms are still much in evidence, even in Zamalak quarter, home to embassies and expats. I can see the Nile from my hotel room – it feels like a mystic river thread unspooled, weaving under Qasr El Nil Bridge with the humdrum of local life there and then so far beyond.… Continue Reading

Letter from Lebanon

November 7th, 2015 by

The stories of women who had escaped ISIS from when I was in Istanbul were still very much on my mind as we flew into Beirut.  My sense of the city was a place under siege, in spite of a vibrant café culture. At this stage the elections were still to take place and the outcome – a continuation of repression – was still a possibility rather than reality.

We arrived in Beirut late in the afternoon and walked the tiny curvy lanes and steep steps past smashed stone buildings bumping against elegant frames.… Continue Reading

Letter From Turkey #1

October 23rd, 2015 by

I woke up on my boat the day of my departure for Ankara in Turkey to news that two bombs there had killed almost 100 people and caused horrific injuries to hundreds more. With Ankara in chaos I instead flew into Istanbul with a colleague in order to meet with women’s groups in Turkey, and to join a convening of Syrian women activists that Global Fund for Women co-funded with the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom and MADRE.

Syrian women activists http://www.albawaba.com/editorchoice/syrian-women-578319Arriving into Istanbul, we heard the call to prayer as we drove alongside an ancient stone wall.… Continue Reading