Posts Tagged ‘slide show’

As part of my two continuing journeys to Detroit and Palestine-Israel, during this 3 week trip to the Detroit area to photograph Detroit Down & Up, I will give photo presentations in Ohio. If you live in this area I hope you can attend one of my shows. Or if you know people living in the region of Toledo and slightly south of there, perhaps you can circulate this information. Thank you and special gratitude to local hosts and organizers.


March 22, Sat, Hope Lutheran church, 430 pm, Bethlehem slide show

March 23, Sun, University of Toledo, 1 pm, Eyewitness Gaza slide show
maybe meet informally with Quakers that evening

March 24, Mon, 8 am, Tiffin University, Timeline slide show, to a class
12:30, Tiffin University, Hydropolitics slide show, to a class
6:30 pm, Fremont, Eyewitness Gaza,

March 25, Tues, 9:30 am, video interview about Gaza
11-11:50 am, Heidelberg University, Eyewitness Gaza slide show, to the student body
12:30, lunch with Catholic sisters, my choice of program, probably Gaza

Toledo Ohio area


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Qattan Center for the Child, Gaza City, Occupied Palestine, November 2010

Pulverizing salvaged stone and concrete for new building materials,
Gaza Strip, Occupied Palestine, December 2010

Gaza is Home to 1.5 Million Human Beings: How Do They Live? a photographic exhibition

June 22-July 20, 2011

Weston Priory
58 Priory Hill Road, Weston, VT 05161-6400

The Benedictine Monks of Weston Priory, VT

Jean Carr
jecarr2 (at) tds.net

Eyewitness Gaza, a slide show

June 23, 2011 6:30 pm dinner
7:30 show

Cleveland Friends Meeting House
10916 Magnolia Dr.
Cleveland, Ohio 44106

Cleveland Peace Action

Details of the programs

Elizzabeth Schiros
clevelandpeaceaction (at) gmail.com

Informal program about Palestine-Israel (tentative)

June 26, Sunday morning (contact for details)

Cleveland Friends Meeting House
10916 Magnolia Dr.
Cleveland, Ohio 44106

Cleveland Friends Meeting (Religious Society of Friends, aka Quakers)

Elizzabeth Schiros
clevelandpeaceaction (at) gmail.com

Eyewitness Gaza, a slide show

July 31, 2011

First Parish of Sudbury
327 Concord Road, Sudbury, MA 01776

First Parish of Sudbury, Unitiarian Universaliist

Tom Arnold
tba1959 (at) comcast.net

Eyewitness Gaza, a slide show

December 5, 2011, Monday, 7-9 pm

St. Susanna Parish
262 Needham St., Dedham MA

St Susanna Parish
Peace and Justice Committee

Pat Ferrone
PatFerrone (at) rcn.com

FALL SOUTHERN TOUR, OCTOBER 9 – NOVEMBER 11, 2011—seeking venues

SUN Oct 9th- SAT Oct 15th North Carolina
SUN Oct 16th-SAT Oct 22nd South Carolina/Georgia
SUN Oct 23rd-SAT Oct 29th Georgia/Alabama/Florida
SUN Oct 30th-SAT Nov 5th Florida
SUN Nov 6th-FRI Nov 11th Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, New Orleans

David Matos (in South Carolina)
skipschieltour (at) gmail.com

WINTER WEST COAST TOUR, JANUARY & FEBRUARY 2012 (tentative)—seeking venues

California to Alaska

skipschiel (at) gmail.com


In early January 2011 I returned from my 5th journey to Gaza. I have new shows to present to audiences. If interested in organizing a show or for information about content and availability, please contact me at schiel (at) ccae.org. For a catalog of my current shows.

In early summer (June 14 – 30, 2011) I’ll tour the Midwest including Chicago, Detroit, Ann Arbor, and Cleveland. For a prospectus. And I tour the south in the fall of 2011. Prospectus here. Please look here for details as I learn them.

Hosting agreement

Fuse Visual Arts Review: “Gaza in Photographs—Up Close and Personal” (by Sarah Correia)

Thanks for your concern.

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February 24, Thursday, 7 pm

Cambridge YMCA Theater
820 Massachusetts Ave
Cambridge, 02139
(Central Square)

BONUS: This presentation will be video recorded as the major scene in a forthcoming movie, Eyewitness Gaza, and we’ll begin the evening with a preview of the movie being made by Tom Jackson of Joe Public Films in cooperation with Adham Khalil in Gaza.

What are the current conditions in Gaza and what constitutes popular resistance to both the Israeli siege and the inter-factional violence? How does Gaza relate to Egypt and other Arabic uprisings.

Based on his latest visit during November-December 2010
Introduced and moderated by Dr. Nancy Murray, president of the Gaza Mental Health Foundation
Free & open to the public
Info: 617-441-7756, skipschiel@gmail.com, teeksaphoto.org, skipschiel.wordpress.com

Directions to the theater:

Flyer attached.

Kanaan Samouni with camera, Gaza City, 2010, many of his family were
massacred by Israeli forces during the assault on Gaza 2 years ago

Gaza - Schiel-7001-1.jpg
Mural, Gaza City, 2010

Background about the project:

With the support of many in his local and national Quaker community, since 2003 Skip Schiel has been traveling to Israel and Palestine to investigate and portray conditions and struggles. He has worked with a variety of organizations, both Israeli and Palestinian and joint organizations, volunteering to make photographs for them that he also can circulate as slide shows and print exhibitions. His hope is to open eyes and doors and windows, encouraging awareness and action.

Background about Skip Schiel:

A participatory photographer, photographing while engaging in struggles for justice, peace, right treatment of the environment, and enlightenment, Skip Schiel makes photos for publications, exhibits, slide shows, and individual use. His main current project is a photographic examination of conditions in Palestine & Israel. Other projects include retracing the Transatlantic African slave trade journey (A Spirit People), the earth (Scent of Earth), prisons (Imprisoned Massachusetts), and a Buddhist-led pilgrimage from Auschwitz to Hiroshima (Passing Through).

He’s also photographed environmental desecration, racism and racial justice, South Africa, poverty, American Indians, the US South, and resistance to oppressive regimes in the US and abroad. He is exploring digital technology, curious about its influence on photography—producing, consuming, and thinking about the photograph.

Since 1990 he teaches at the Cambridge Center of Adult Education, ranging from basic photography to digital darkroom and photographic field workshops concentrating on light in photography. He’s also taught photography at the Landscape Institute formerly at Harvard, the Quaker Palestine Youth Program in Palestine, filmmaking for 10 years at Boston College, and various workshops at Quaker gatherings.
He joins with others in various campaigns for peace, justice, reconciliation, & truth-telling. He plays, experiments, & contemplates—might get arrested and imprisoned periodically. Maybe he joins a pilgrimage, a vigil, a rally or a talk or an outing along a river; maybe he simply stays home and absorbs the afternoon light.

He photographs: he is a socially engaged photographer.

He makes photographs for you a viewer, for his family and friends that you and they might know him more intimately, for himself to remember where and when he existed, and for you not yet born.

He invites you to examine what he’s made & see what you think.

Footage: http://www.joepublicfilms.com/

Adham Khalil, AFSC Gaza—http://vimeo.com/11551687


Skip Schiel’s website: http://teeksaphoto.org

Joe Public Films: http://www.joepublicfilms.com/

About the movie making in Gaza: https://skipschiel.wordpress.com/2011/01/19/eyewitness-gaza-a-movie-thru-my-lens/

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The Rising of the Light, Photographs
by Skip Schiel
from Israel and the
Occupied Territories of Palestine

(June 27 – July 4, 2010)

Within approximately 200 miles of Detroit, including Ann Arbor, Flint, Grand Rapids, Lansing, Chicago, Columbus OH, Pittsburg, Cincinnati, Cleveland, Toronto ON, Indianapolis, South Bend, and Buffalo—I’ll be attending the US Social Forum from June 22 – 26.

Maybe you know of some church, mosque, synagogue, political organization, library, senior center, community center, educational institution or other venue that might be interested in hosting one of my slide shows or print exhibits about Palestine/Israel. Or perhaps you know of someone or some organization that might like to organize presentations.

Thanks for your help in spreading the images.


Jenin, July 2009

Skip Schiel has been documenting the Palestinian and Israeli reality through photographs and journal postings since 2003 – work with a better feel for the detailed texture of life in Gaza and the West Bank than any appearing in US media. Schiel spends time where most journalists dare not tread, amidst ordinary Palestinians, sharing in the dangers and frustrations of their lives.

His work has been invaluable for my own. As a writer for a Buddhist publication whose parents were victims of the Holocaust, I try to convey a view of the conflict that differs from the US media’s, which obfuscates the injustices and sufferings inflicted on the Palestinians by Israel. Through his portraits of Palestinian men, women, and children striving to maintain ordinary routines despite harassment and attacks by Israel’s military, Skip reveals to us the true face of Palestinians.

—Annette Herskovits, Consulting Editor, Turning Wheel, the Journal of the Buddhist Peace Fellowship


Slideshows and print exhibits featuring photos, audio & thoughtful narration by Skip Schiel, updated from his recent 3 month trip during the summer of 2009


Gaza Steadfast

Skip Schiel, a frequent visitor to Gaza, was there in January 2008 and the summer of 2009, before and after the devastation of Operation Cast Lead, the Israeli assault on Gaza in December 2008-January 2009. While there, he was witness to the effects of the Israeli siege on Gaza as well as the aftermath of Operation Cast Lead. In Gaza, Schiel worked with the American Friends Service Committee youth program teaching and photographing, also at Al Aqsa University where he led a photographic workshop. The theme of this show is hope and hopelessness. How do residents of Gaza survive psychologically?

Tracing the Jordan River

A slide show about traveling from one of the headwaters of the Jordan, the Banias River flowing from Mt Hermon in the Galilee, to where the much-abused river disappears before Jericho. With an examination of the Sea of Galilee, especially the region of the major share of Christ’s ministry, and the kibbutzim, Israeli settlements originally intended to reclaim land and define the contours of the forthcoming Israeli nation.

The Hydropolitics of Palestine/Israel

Israel-Palestine has scant water resources, but now with the current strife water is a dramatic mirror of power relationships. Through an examination of water in various settings—small Palestinian villages & the Gaza strip—along with large cities shared by Israeli Jews & Arabs—Haifa & Jerusalem—Schiel portrays a very difficult to visualize topic. Updated with new photos from summer 2010.

Bethlehem the Holy, the Struggle for an Ancient City

Bethlehem is rapidly becoming Imprisoned Bethlehem, surrounded on all sides by an 8-meter (23 foot) high concrete wall, with checkpoint access restricted. Thus, Christians (the population shrinking from some 30% 40 years ago to 2%) and Muslims within Palestine can rarely leave or enter Bethlehem. Nearby Israeli settlements confiscate Palestinian lands while the local economy, heavily reliant on tourism, languishes under ghetto-like restrictions. Schiel explored this situation from November through Christmas 2008 as well as during the summer of 2009 while he lived in the Aida refugee camp. Updated with new photos from summer 2010.

Quakers in Palestine & Israel (Or John Woolman in the Land of Troubles)

What do Quakers, the Religious Society of Friends, have to do with Israel-Palestine? By following some of the activities in the Ramallah Friends School & the American Friends Service Committee’s work in Gaza & the West Bank (& with references to its efforts in Israel), Schiel shows how this numerically small but often effective group has made a difference in this land of troubles.

The Matrix of Control

A work in progress, an examination, based on the brilliant analysis of Jeff Halper, of the mechanisms Israel uses to maintain the occupation: checkpoints, separation or annexation wall/fence, permit system, road blocks, Israeli-only roads, military court system, closed military zones, and closures and incursions.

Occupation through a Velvet Glove

Another work in progress: Haifa—A little known story is that of the Arabs in Israel. Second class citizens with rights surpassing those of their sisters & brothers in the West Bank & Gaza, yet an overwhelming force besieges them.

Other Presentations Available


Available for Exhibition

Gaza is Home to One & One-half Million Human Beings: How Do They Live?

Photos of possibilities: how people live, suffer, stay strong and determined—sumud, in Arabic, steadfast.

The Living Waters of Israel-Palestine

A print version of the Hydropolitics slide show.




To Bring Skip Schiel and his photographs to your Church, School or Civic Group/For More Information

Contact: Skip Schiel

Email: skipschiel@gmail.com

Phone: 617-441-7756

Download a prospectus

Gaza City, August 2009

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Excerpts from my journal while touring the southern United States with new photographs and stories. The main shows are Gaza Steadfast, Bethlehem the Holy, The Hydropolitics of Palestine/Israel, and Quakers in Palestine/Israel. (I’ve completed the tour and I’m now happily at home in Cambridge Massachusetts for the foreseeable future.)


November 12, 2009, Thursday, Baton Rouge LA, home of J & M, in their living room:

Several breakthrough dreams last night, in the sense of being vivid, memorable, and possibly important. In the least dramatic but most intriguing—and hard to recall, describe and interpret—either I or someone else was explaining that we’d recently discovered or uncovered a remnant of an earlier people, foot prints encased in resin. These footprints were somehow connected with our early loves.  If only we could detect presence in the footprints we’d have access to these earlier loves. Vague, I know, but when dreaming it I felt deeply moved.

The second was an intense sexual encounter with someone I didn’t know. Then the scene suddenly shifted to outside, a group of people lining a walkway saying, give them room, let them breathe.

So much for my dream life, what about my real life?

Well, photographically speaking much is happening. Last night, showing Gaza at the local Islamic center to about 20 tired-looking folks after evening prayer, one man from Gaza came to me later to complain about me showing Sderot [the small Israeli town 1 mile from Gaza that has suffered many of the rocket attacks] as if the suffering was equivalent, Sderot and Gaza. This felt to me like the same argument some Jews might use when someone places an experience of deep suffering beside the Nazi holocaust of the Jews: can’t compare them, the Jew might say, completely different. Has the Gaza massacre, for Palestinians, become the New Holocaust, Palestinian style? Sacred, inviolable, incomparable? And eventually used to justify subsequent acts of injustice and brutality?

The man was angry, tho polite, thanking me for my efforts, but clearly feeling wronged, slighted, misunderstood. What could I answer? I offered at least 2 reasons for including Sderot, maybe 3: it’s a strategic method to build an audience; I’m curious about life there, especially trauma; and to show the boomeranging effects of the rockets, how they’ve increased the oppression rather than decreased it. To do this I should be clearer that many in Sderot have become radicalized, more extreme against the Gazan. And world attention suddenly focused on the plight of Sderot, deflecting attention from what happened to the Gazan. His remarks confirm to me the correctness of my choice—ending the slide show with Sderot. Or so I pray.

Otherwise the show and audience seemed lacking something, not with my usual energy. Partly reacting to the poor turnout and my host, M’s, disappointment. Many more were at prayer, choosing not to remain. M takes this seriously, this lack of awareness and action among his fellow Muslims. His wife, J, also seemed to feel it. Compared with the only other mosque appearance I’ve made, this one clearly failed. But the photos looked good, the audio sounded good, and I didn’t miss many of my lines.

Other than the evening show, followed by dinner at their favorite Mid East restaurant, Almazar (the diamond), not much to narrate. I accompanied M as he did some chores. We discussed prostate problems and remedies. He suggested Flomax and Finasteride, both prescription drugs, and J added saw palmetto. I believe it’s time for me to do something about my noxious little problem.

I worked at home—this was Vet’s Day—to finish the next entry for my blog, about M and S, S especially because of the day. This entry has been one of the trickiest to edit: how much to disclose about both, especially him? I removed major portions of my story about him and his wife, trying hard to conceal their identity, protecting them: fewer weapons, virtually nothing about their free-flowing love lives. I chose not to send the initial blog version to him for checking, mainly because of the deadline, also the supposition that he’ll never see it and that I’ve done a sufficient job concealing him.

M was easier, not too much to hide. And since I do not link the photos directly with the writing, tracing who’s who will be harder. I linked to the latest photo set, and the video about McDonalds, hoping they both show something vital about my experiences in Florida.

Calling Dave yesterday to sort out the remaining schedule was helpful. Our plan now is for me to train from New Orleans to Atlanta in the next few days, depending on how much hospitalility I can find in New Orleans. Then join the School of the Americas Watch pilgrimage organized by Sister Denise and Brother Utsumi, drive with Dave back to Birmingham for that gig, and end at the SOA. The last weeks are coming together, slowly, but unless magic happens with New Orleans housing—an ironic twist on the Katrina story: Skip without housing in the Crescent City—I’ll not have much free time to explore.

My walk this morning was glorious—sunny and cool, clear sky, flat terrain, much to watch, especially the live oaks, many paths to take, no rush, and inspiring my hosts to begin a walking regimen. I miss such walking.

November 13, 2009, Friday, New Orleans, University of New Orleans, Training, Rehabilitation, and Assistance Center, guest room:

On a sunny cool morning, living alone for a change, with an open day for New Orleans exploration. The Gaza show last night, sponsored by a newly formed chapter of Amnesty International and the General Union of Palestinian Students, to about 20 students and one off campus man, Joe.

M graciously drove me all the way into New Orleans, with our usual animated conversation about political events, plus news about his precarious economic position requiring him to continue working in his civil engineering business. I experienced a big loss recently, he said, not giving details, which keeps me working. Altho he is generous and compassionate, I detect a note of deep suffering, frustration, impatience. He is often highly critical of others, using the word disaster frequently. Yet he and his wife are exemplary hosts, inviting me back for further shows. I wonder if he’d prefer being in S’s position, free from the need for paying work, able to devote full time to organizing.

On long bridges we soared over swamps,. This is a water rich area, one that if I ever finish my Palestine/Israel project I might concentrate on for its water theme. The title might be, Water in New Orleans.

The group heartened me last night, many of them young activists, attentive to my show, with many questions later. I found myself disclosing personal information to an extent unusual even for me, in particular about consequences of my secondary trauma—weeping, love, love, love, and sex. I told the story of photographing the burning mother in Nepal, occasionally glancing at Jason who is Nepali, how I noticed cattle fucking near the cremation ghats. I regarded this as a sign of the intimate connection between death and sex, or between suffering and love. That was in response to a question about how I dealt with witnessing suffering.

A related question—and I worry at times that I’m too much about me, not about others—was about how children respond to suffering: attending programs like Popular Achievement in Gaza, university enrollment, graduate education, sports, religion, sometimes extreme forms of religion as with Hamas and even more radical Islamic groups, and of course despair, caving. Which may be more prevalent than I observed because I was with a select group of Gazans.

At the show at Louisiana State University I’d seen a display about hidden people and decided to use this theme in my intro. Forgot. Forgot also at the mosque show but last night I remembered and opened with that. I asked, after explaining how I came to this idea, what are some hidden populations of humans that you know about? Only a few responses. (Of course, being hidden they might not be apparent.) I listed the Katrina population, especially people of color. Paradoxically there was great attention to Katrina itself, as a catastrophe, and some attention to the victims, of all types. But because of how blacks living in poverty were portrayed—criminals, rioters, killers, monsters in short—they were rendered invisible: their true selves were hidden. They were not rendered as human beings. Ditto for American Indians. And for the Vietnamese during the war, the gooks, and the Iraqis, and the same for the Gazans—who we are taught are all terrorists. This proved a useful frame for the show.

Also I now use the 2 images from Newsweek, Vice President Joe Biden and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the president of Iran, contrasting them: man in suit with American flag lapel pin, smiling vs. a scowling bearded Arab. This to the point of why I do my work: to balance the big picture by portraying Palestinians as human beings.

I encouraged questions about photography, so from what equipment do you use to how are you regarded when photographing in Gaza were tossed at me. I’d said earlier to a young man who had professed interest in photography, please don’t hesitate to ask me about photography, few do, and I love those questions.

In the few hours I had between drop off and show time, I searched for internet access, found none, concluding this is one of the tightest campuses yet for internet security; walked to Lake Pontchartrain and made a panoramic photograph from a levee; bought and snagged food for later consumption (some of it I’m afraid is from the stash of the resident assistants); and pondered what to do about New Orleans, how long and where stay?

I feel cut off  without Internet access. I’ve had it fairly reliably on this trip, especially during the last days in Baton Rouge, and at home since I signed up for Verizon. Without internet I am blind to new developments about trip planning, can’t get local info, can’t book my Amtrak ride (I could over the phone), won’t know if any personal messages arrived, and can’t add web material to the slide shows. Perhaps I’ll find temporary access today in my travels. A library perhaps.

Jason, my host, is from Nepal. He informed me that the campus suffered greatly during Katrina, under 18 feet, yes FEET, of water, but suffered more from the vandalism and looting inflicted by evacuees who’d been temporarily housed here. I’m not sure how true this is, perhaps a projection upon others?

He also cleared up for me the use and meaning of the term teeksa. Not pronounced teek-sa, but thik cha, 2 syllables, the Nepali pronounciation of th not available in English. And Nepali has a word for thank you, contradicting what I’d learned when in Napal in 1979, but at least I was correct in guessing that thik cha means ok, fine, why not, etc. So I’ve mauled the word, yet correctly interpreted it. End result: I’ll make no change. I’ll continue to use it for my photography passion, but not explain it as the Nepali equivalent of thanks because the language lacks that word.


Gaza Freedom March

US Campaign to End the Israeli Occupation

Stolen Beauty, a selective boycott campaign against an Israeli product, Ahava, promising “Beauty Secrets from the Dead Sea”

Israeli Apartheid Video Contest

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Excerpts from my journal while touring the southern United States with new photographs and stories. The main shows are Gaza Steadfast, Bethlehem the Holy, The Hydropolitics of Palestine/Israel, and Quakers in Palestine/Israel. (I’ve completed the tour and I’m now happily at home in Cambridge Massachusetts for the foreseeable future.)


November 8, 2009, Sunday, Slidell LA, home of L, in the dining room:

Some confusion about the remaining big plan: which of the few remaining gigs are confirmed, where will I stay at night, what will be the transport? Last night’s show scheduled for a church in Biloxi MS had to be shifted to the home of one of the organizers, G, because someone had slipped and not actually booked the church—so we couldn’t get in. The afternoon Hydropolitics show was in a classroom on a nearly empty campus—so few attended. In short: dismal times.

Partly this seems to reflect the political climate here, sodden, conservative, quiet, at least in the region of the Gulf Coast other than New Orleans itself (which is said to be highly politically active). As one man said, the Egyptian at my Gaza Satori coffee house show (which was well attended), there is no one to argue with here, dead.

I respond: so what? One of the main reasons Dave and I chose to move into this zone was exactly its relative backwardness compared with other parts of the country. Backward only in the sense of awareness and involvement in progressive politics.

Surprisingly I’m not worried. I trust that good things will eventually happen. Church locked? Use someone’s home. Few upcoming gigs? Use the time to explore New Orleans and Birmingham. No housing around the time of Birmingham? Use Couch Surfers and Hospitality Club [2on line systems for finding hospitality worldwide, I used it in Israel] to find alternative housing in that area. Worst case is perhaps shift to Atlanta and reside in the Japanese Buddhist dojo and join the immigrants’ rights march, or ship myself home early. I have choices.

At the end of this road is the prospect of a full month of relaxation and concentrated photo work. December: enjoy the onset of winter, plunge into processing the photos from the summer, maintain blog and website, visit family, perhaps establish a deeper friendship with a few good souls, put together a New England tour, and photograph in New England.

About hurricane damage, the aftermath of Katrina, I’ve noticed open land where buildings once stood, foundations, building relics, and other markers of habitation. The Long Beach Mississippi University of Southern Mississippi Gulf Coast Campus for instance. Driving in past boarded up buildings my impression was of dereliction. Abandonment. Loss and no recovery. Driving further, following signs for “Event parking,” we entered the renovated part of the campus. I learned from an English prof there that the university is slowly rebuilding, from the back of the campus to the front, in part using insurance money.

Casinos seem to have been rapidly rebuilt, altho some construction was frozen because of the economic crunch. Workers have removed the tons of sand blown in by the storm. In places they were distributing new sand to reconstitute the beaches. Oddly, in most parts of the beach we drove along between Ocean Springs and Gulfport few people were on the beach, only one or 2 in the water.

Our Middle Passage Pilgrimage in November 1998, about this time of year, had walked along this stretch. I believe I spotted the Lutheran church were we resided, and I noticed the beach area where we’d stopped for prayer in a circle, which I’d photographed. Later I’d like to check my records to determine the exact route, and to read what I may have written about my experience on the way to New Orleans and eventual departure from the pilgrimage to construct my own.

My Slidell Louisiana host, L, is the only person that I’ve queried about knowing about the Middle Passage Pilgrimage that actually remembers it. She attended a church event on the topic, but did not herself participate. She thinks we headquartered in the Unitarian Universalist church in New Orleans. I might check that when I’m there.

To meet the threats posed by violent storms, buildings now must be built on stilts, at least the residential buildings. I’m not sure what changes in building codes have been instituted for large buildings. Sitting square and huge along the water I muse about their vulnerability.

Slidell Louisiana

Unfortunately photographing this is tough. In a car, whisked from spot to post, by friendly hosts, I’m not able to walk, find vantage points, consider the light, and make decent photos. And since so much seems viewable from ground level, I float the thought that to photograph this topic well—aftermath of Katrina—a helicopter might be a useful tool.

About the folks hosting me: D and D, exceptionally kind and thoughtful, my every need considered, jewels of humanity. Initially meeting in high school, they now seem utterly compatible. They’ve strewn their tables with unfinished projects. D showed me his garage with wood tools he’s not used in 3 years. His computer books are all out of date. Before retirement he worked as a chemist, she a secretary. I love them and hope to know them better on my next trip. They appreciated my work, invited me back.

My main host, G, aging, falling asleep at odd moments (said to fall asleep while on the internet), hunched over because of back problems, lost his wife recently, her 4th marriage (widowed twice). Dave thinks he’s a good organizer but judging from the turnout maybe not.

Another host, L, about my age, speaking very slowly with a southern accent, lives alone with her cat in a house that resembles that of someone living inches above the poverty line in the early 20th century—lace, old fashioned furniture, thin rugs, spare kitchen. But she rallied, met me in Gulfport, drove me to her home, is hosting me for 2 nights. Her part time job is shelving books and she complained about once being married to the “world’s worst husband.’

No wireless Internet where I’m staying in Slidell with L, but I can use her computer. Once again I’m handicapped—but not for long

November 9, 2009, Monday, Slidell LA, home of L, in the dining room:

I found this powerful poem that I’m now using as my footer.

A thunderclap under the clear blue sky
All beings on earth open their eyes;
Everything under heaven bows together;
Mount Sumeru leaps up and dances.

—Yuelin Shiguan

Being close to the traditional Veterans’ day, which I thought was either the first or second Tues in November (the first was election day, does this replace Vets’ day?) yesterday, a Sunday, I happened upon a parade thru the center of Slidell which included lots of vets, lots of Junior ROTC marchers, and one armored personnel carrier manufactured locally at Textron. I’d been out walking, surveying this somewhat dismal town—observing the Amtrak station (which if I’m lucky I might pass while on an Amtrak bound for Birmingham), noticing a small internet café at the station that I might have used had I known about it, the town’s center and in it a church with a huge attendance, L’s neighborhood consisting mostly of one story, flat housing, much of it looking ramshackle, hardly able to stand up against floods and winds, a park along a bayou, missing trees in its midsection (L explained that Katrina had destroyed many trees and most would probably not be replaced), another park with a name like Hound or Pig Hollow, many small closed antique and boutique shops, a few other people out walking, plenty of cars, and a few other points of interest.

I photographed houses set about 8 ft up on stilts, learned from L that many of them have been raised to offer some protection from flooding. A few abandoned houses. Not much to photograph. Until finding the parade. Then, how to show it compassionately? The announcer repeatedly called for the crowd to “put your hands together and honor…,” a Korean war vet, a major who’d made some contribution, performing cheer leaders, a marching band, etc. All American, and I’m on the outside. I don’t hate this exhibition of militaristic fervor but I find it repellant. To the point of imagining a conversation between me and someone who’d noticed I wasn’t “putting my hands together.”

I might respond: I’m with you on honoring courage and dedication, trying to act effectively for what one believes. I have to question the belief, the objective of the action. Is using violence to resolve conflict smart? How many innocents are injured and killed when military action is taken, what is the long-term achievement of using the military, and what are the hidden costs such as post traumatic stress disorder?

The person might pop me one as a weakling or supporter of terrorism, or might say, well, I’ve never thought about that. Let’s go somewhere after the parade for coffee and conversation.

I discovered the Ali Baba café, serving Mideast food. Tasty but slow, a gracious overworked owner, very dark skinned with a wide smile. The shelves were spotted with a few Mideast foods but empty space predominated over filled space, lending the appearance of either a start up business or one that is not exactly thriving.

Sunday was an off day, I hope not one in a growing string of off days—no gigs. I had time to edit and post on YouTube my first video of the tour, made while cruising thru a hilly golf course on my comfort bike in Miami while talking to myself, barely hearable over the wind noise. I’m curious about responses to this video, whether some might find it stupid and pointless, others innovative and courageous. Is it deep or is it a trifle? It surely was fun to make and about as fun to post.

Looking at my YouTube viewing numbers I discovered that a Walk Around Ramallah was most viewed, with over 1500 or so viewings, while some others like the workout in Portland gathered only about 60 or so views. The ratings, when people stopped to rate, were generally good.

A few more observations about my host, L. She seems to live alone, not only in her house, but in her community, rarely referring to anyone or any community. She has habits like every morning eating instant oatmeal, eating while sitting on a beach chair at the dining room table with her legs up reading the morning paper and cuddling her cat. She is very helpful and thoughtful, which I appreciate, and she likes my photos, to the extent that she volunteered to put some on her Facebook page. This may be her true community, Facebook.

I gave her a 5 by 7 of her choice, she had sharply observed remarks to make about some that almost made the cut (I’d offered one free), asked me to photograph her for Facebook, asked if I’d be her friend on Facebook, and is now trying to find me housing in New Orleans thru a friend.

Anne R is circulating a doc entitled GLOBAL ACTIONS TO END ISRAEL’S OCCUPATION, which has her mark on it. It lists various organizations and other initiatives that suggest the efficacy of Boycott-Divest-Sanction, BDS High on the list is Veolia Transportation, the company that presumably pulled out from its contract proving light rail service to Israeli settlements, running thru Palestinian territory. I’ll have to thank her for this and I’ll consider sending it to my list.

Hurricane Ida is approaching, how will this effect my plans, and what will it do to the land and people?

November 11, 2009, Wednesday, Baton Rouge LA, home of Joey and M, in their living room:

Mississippi River, Baton Rouge Louisiana

A tour of Baton Rouge with the ever hospitable M, dinner with him and his wife at home, a minor revision of Gaza, and finally contacting my New Orleans host—that about makes up my day yesterday. Not the most exciting day of the trip, but adequate.

The Mississippi river runs thru Baton Rouge (red stick, supposedly from a red stick that native people placed along the river to designate the spot), and because of the levee the river is hard to see unless one is on the levee or a bridge. A railroad line runs along the levee, past a station converted to a museum. The city built a walkway, much used at sunset yesterday when m and I promenaded along the levee and tracks. Here I made a panoramic of setting sun, opposite shore, bridge, and perhaps a few walkers. We tried gaining perspective for photos by driving as slowly as possible across the new and the old bridges, without much luck. I believe I was able to show some of the numerous refineries along the river. I believe this stretch of the river is called Chemical Alley because of all refineries.

On the Baton Rouge levee (click for an enlargement)

We also visited the government complex along the lake, centered on a tall building of about 30 stories built in the 1930s by Huey Long. He was assassinated in the main hall. The lake was gorgeous, and the grounds included an Indian mound thought to be a sacred or leadership site, a rose garden with odorless depleted roses, egrets, and the old powder magazine left over from a fort. Inside the magazine a museum explaining the history of Baton Rouge and exactly what a powder magazine is.

We cruised thru various sorts of neighborhoods, including ones inhabited by black Americans. These are spotted throughout the city and are remnants of pockets of Blacks who lived near plantations, if I understand M correctly. There is also a larger concentration of Black people elsewhere. Unlike Slidell, there has not been a permanent immigration of Katrina survivors. Some moved here temporarily and then returned to New Orleans or moved elsewhere.

M treated me to a catfish lunch at a well-known restaurant opened by a former football player, now a sort of chain in Louisiana. Good food but obsequious service. The aging “server,” Desiree, used most of the endearment terms in the book: dear, hon, honey, sweetie, love, baby… and we’d just met! M quipped that such terms in English often relate to sweet food, whereas in Arabic, the multipurpose word habibi, the terms are more focused on relationship. Habibi can range from dearest one to friend, and might even be a sort of imperative, as in HABIBI, come here!

The downtown, altho initially appearing decayed to me, is in fact, M explained, being rejuvenated. This is due to a governmental initiative to relocate government offices to the central city. as Chicago reawaked its downtown by siting colleges there, thus drawing ancillary service organizations and people, Baton Rouge appears to have done this thru legislation—a mark of good government?

Weather was warm and moist, with manifold sky creatures zooming about, mostly cumulous. M complained about the year-round heat and mosquitoes, using this to explain his lack of exercise.

The remark about Sderot from someone in the audience at the Baton Rouge show prompted a slight revision of Gaza. Indeed, I learned that Sderot is built on Palestinian land, the cleansed village of Nadj in 1951, and might have been founded to define Israel territory—another fact on the ground. It also housed refugees from North Africa, Kurdistan, Persian and other regions, so it is a town of immigrants. Unfortunately I couldn’t find any visuals to illustrate the idea of worldwide Jewish and Christian attention to the town when attacked by Gazan rockets, contrasting with the minimal attention to Gaza itself and the suffering Israel caused.

J and M have lived in this house more than 30 years, raising all their children here for at least part of the children’s lives. M and J speak of moving to Damascus, his original home, claiming that at least one child wishes to move with them. But as J, from the US, added, he’s been talking about this for 40 years. I note that I am one of the few people I know not beset by bi-regionalism. With no desire to return to the Chicago area, my original home. Perfectly content to live out my remaining hours, days, weeks, months, years in New England, if not the Boston area, if not Cambridge, if not 9 Sacramento St.

Refinery, Baton Rouge

And my New Orleans host, JS, finally emailed me, claiming he’d had the flu and was busy. He assures me of hospitality for one night, I remain presently an artist without a home for the remaining few days in New Orleans. Ditto for Birmingham. Slouching toward Atlanta where in about 12 days I board the train home. Can’t wait, not so much for this journey to finish but to be home and in my expanded December zone of work work work, with family, friends, Quakers, land all mixed in.

H wrote in response to my first video, about bicycling around a fancy South Miami golf course:

The subject says it all… this is surreal… a contrast to Gaza perhaps?… maybe an ‘opposite sketch’?… maybe you are……… ???

And from me:

all [of what you wrote] seems correct: surreal, Gaza, “opposite sketch,” and … mainly just having fun, playing, momentarily in the land of the rich. you are very perceptive.


Interfaith Pilgrimage of the Middle Passage: “The Modern Dance of Imperialism,” by Teresa Williams

A Spirit People: One View of the Interfaith Pilgrimage of the Middle Passage, photos of the pilgrimage by Skip Schiel

Global Actions to End Israeli’s Occupation (mostly using Boycott-Divestment-Sanctions, BDS—thanks to Anne Remley and QuakerPI.org)

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Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.

—Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.


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Beit Hanoun, Gaza, August 2009

First the nuts and bolts about my recent 5 week tour of my photos from Israel-Palestine to the southern regions of the United States:

approximately 30 showings in almost as many venues to about 1200 people, in colleges and universities, mosques and churches, and seniors’ residential centers. Mainly the photo presentation Gaza Steadfast, but also Quakers in Palestine/Israel, Bethlehem the Holy, and The Hydropolitics of Palestine/Israel.

Jenin, West Bank, Palestine, July 2009

Beginning in the triangle area of North Carolina (Chapel Hill, Durham, and Raleigh), south to Miami, across the Gulf Coast to New Orleans, northeast to Birmingham Alabama, and concluding in Columbus Georgia at the School of the Americas Watch vigil and procession to the gates of Fort Benning.

Residing mostly in homes, also a few hotels and motels, traveling by rides provided by hosts, along with the train and bus.

Detailed itinerary

After viewing an exhibit about hidden people at one of my university venues I began introducing my shows with the frame of hidden or obscured people. Examples would include American Indians, people worldwide  living in poverty, victims of color in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, indigenous Mayans in Guatemala—and of course, Arabs, Muslims, Palestinians, and especially Gazans. Hidden in a subtle way: not overtly hidden but disguised, distorted, transformed, their true humanity masked by being turned into savages (indigenous people), criminals (black residents of New Orleans), and the notorious terrorists firing rockets into civilian areas of Israel.

Indeed, Gaza militants fire rockets into southern Israel, probably a war crime, but this does not define all Gazans. Who are they, how do they live, what is their fundamental nature? Gaza Steadfast!

Legislative building, Gaza City, Gaza Strip, August 2009

I also used a second frame: the rise of the international court system and its application to Israel’s attacks on Gaza and the rocket fire from Gaza. This development in Gaza is unprecedented, a significant step in the history of Israel-Palestine but also for humanity. Despite the Obama administration and US House rejecting the report, the recommendation to take the case to the International Criminal Court in the Hague is a significant step. (At this writing, the UN Human Rights Council and the General Assembly have endorsed the report and the Security Council is poised to consider it—with a US veto expected.)

Gaza City, out the window of Dr. Mona Al-Farra, August 2009

First aid workshop, Popular Achievement, American Friends Service Committee, Beit Hanoun, Gaza, August 2009

Beit Hanoun, Gaza, August 2009

Raghda Al-Jedeli, Bureij refugee camp, Gaza, August 2009

A few impressions from the tour:

For the first time in my 4 tours to the south, more Muslim-Arab groups organized shows, both students and adults; more individuals from these populations attended; and I noticed somewhat more activism among this population at mosques and higher education institutions.

The tour was in the shadow of the Richard Goldstone report about Gaza commissioned by the UN Human Rights Council, with the shameful responses by the Obama White House and the House of Representatives, both denying the validity of the exhaustive and fair-minded report. The latter, HR 867, was voted on while I was in Florida, the home state of the representative authoring the resolution, Ilena Ros-Lehtinen. I feature the Goldstone report in my Gaza Steadfast show. Much rich discussion about the report and responses followed each show.

Audience response was usually warm. No hostility, no incivility, little sharp criticism—with a few exceptions. On occasion after the public discussion individuals expressed opposition to some of my claims and perspectives. Among them: I’ve not seriously regarded Israeli justifications for their policies and actions (these remarks usually from supporters of Israel), I’ve not fully acknowledged the right of an oppressed population to resist by any means available (usually supporters of Palestine, and often Muslim Arab).

Mangroves, Tampa, Florida—Click for enlargement

One highlight was showing at mosques. In most cases this was in a community room, but in Birmingham Alabama, they hosted me in the mosque itself. A gorgeous spacious cavernous room, once a Christian church, elegantly transformed into the simple space of Islamic worship. I felt honored. And here I was most seriously questioned about including the suffering of Jews in relation to that of Palestinians. My Gaza show ends with a depiction of life under the Gaza rockets—the Israeli town of Sderot, just one mile from the northern strip. I’m still not sure about this ending, I need to digest my experiences using it.

From a young man at the mosque, Abu Ibrahim Ismail:

You gave a very good presentation the other day. You’ve taught me a lot, and that’s good ’cause I usually think I know it all.

Please keep up the good work. You are doing something very important that not many people have the opportunity to do.

He also stated on his blog:

I had the chance to see something not too many people see: astonishing Gaza photos of the destruction caused by the Israeli siege earlier this year.

At the Birmingham Islamic Center in Hoover, Alabama, photographer Skip Schiel showcased his photos of the aftermath of Israel’s war against Hamas. He gave a pretty balanced presentation as he also displayed photos of the damage caused by Hamas rockets into Israel.

But there was no comparison. The damage caused by Israel’s barrage made the difficult situation in Gaza even worse. I can’t even begin to explain or describe everything he talked about. All I can say is, whatever I thought I knew about the situation was only just a glimmer of how life really is…

There is a little hope. Skip’s photos showed Gazan (is that a real word) residents engaging in learning activities, leadership classes, and he himself gave them a photography class…

In front of the Dove Outreach Church, Gainesville, Florida

Since my home community and primary practice is Quaker, I was impressed with Quakers in Miami who hosted my Quakers in Palestine/Israel show. They told me about their recent opening of a Quaker Peace Center. Good to learn about such rare meeting-wide Quaker activism.

Quoting co-clerk Warren Hoskins from the meeting:

…I’m already thinking about your next visit… you tapped on the doors of many people, and I truly expect far more to open in the future.

…you were the first speaker brought to South Florida by the Quaker Peace Center of Miami Friends Meeting. As such, you set a suitably high standard for future guests to bring talks, published books or other writings, multimedia programs and projects and other works for peace and social justice to South Florida. Thank you so much for that, too…

Much of the region I covered is little visited by people like me—it is fresh territory for artists and activists, cultural workers and witnesses. Which might partly explain why finding venues was so difficult. Student organizers cancelled at two venues when they failed to follow up on commitments. During the last 2 weeks there were many blank days which in the north might have been more easily filled. However, on several campuses student chapters of Amnesty International and Students for a Democratic Society co-sponsored shows. Despite my disappointment and thanks to the good work of my organizer, David Matos, we intend to try again next year, deepening our penetration in the Deep South and Mississippi Delta.

We ended by joining a Buddhist-led walk for immigration rights and to close the School of the Americas, AKA, The School of the Assassins (SOA).

This controversial facility at Fort Benning Georgia trains military from Central and South American countries often implicated in death squads and assassination teams.

The tour finale was a presentation of Gaza Steadfast during the workshop period of the SOA activities. To an enthusiastic crowd of about 70 people. The number and degree of participation surprised me because the SOA event concentrates on Latin America. Two organizers of the Gaza Freedom March slated to begin in late December of 2009, Medea Benjamin and Ann Wright, attended the discussion and added details about the daring and dramatic trip to Gaza organized by Code Pink and others.

Altho my primary purpose for this trip was to show photos I also learned about the region, especially southern Florida with its ethnic diversity and huge gap between wealth levels, and the lingering damage along the Gulf Coast caused by Hurricane Katrina more than 4 years ago. I photographed and videoed what I could, periodically posting on my website and blog.

From Anne Remley:

A very “telling” account… you’ve chosen a difficult path, sharing your experience of Gaza and Israel, helping at a distance those loved folks like your Raghda, but as a consequence having less sharing of love-at-hand, of the kind of deeper active connections one may feel with family.  (Though of course one can be lonely in the midst of family, too.)

… this is quite a saga, from the discomfort with lavish but distant hosts to the warm accounts of presentations that aroused good probing and reactions from people who clearly much needed to learn and think about the Palestinians’ life of virtual enslavement, as I think of it.

(How can our country support and enable the enslavement, degradation, and harassment of so many thousands of human beings — in the name of “friendship” for Israel and military strategy, as well– though so mistaken — since our support for this daily enslavement creates military enemies against us and hazards for us every day that we continue this special “friendship.”)

Slidell Louisiana

… yes,  you’ve had a distant Anner friend here reading and traveling with you, appreciating the journey, resonating to the traveler’s times of loneliness (maybe an existential human condition we all share — but especially felt by One Who Journeys).

Thanks for taking your words and images and knowledge to the far reaches of Florida.  This is a form of living love for R and the rest.

Earlier, about photos from Palestine/Israel:

How do you DO it, Skip. Your photos are full of surprises. Like little gift packages with unexpected, unexpectable little presents…

Such gifts are these.

“Veteran’s Celebrate Freedom,” the Sunday before Veterans’ Day, Slidell Louisiana

For our next tour Dave and I are concocting a dream journey: for 1 – 2 months. We visualize a trip beginning in Washington DC, heading southwest along the Amtrak route (so I can more easily move between venues by train) to New Orleans (on Amtrak’s Crescent), north thru the Mississippi Delta and along the river (using the legendary City of New Orleans train), with a major stop in Chicago (my hometown), and then head thru the hinterland home to Boston (on the Lake Shore Limited). A dream tour indeed. We hope this journey will happen in the fall of 2010. (If you live in that area or know people who do, you might want to contact David Matos for more information, aiken (underscore) peace (at) yahoo.com, 803-215-3263.)

My touring in the United States is the antipodal end of my yearly travel to Israel-Palestine. There I learn and make the photos, here I learn and show the photos. Both are needed.

Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good.

—Vaclav Havel


“Report back from Stewart Detention Center Protest by SOA Watch”

A video: a buddhist led pilgrimage: justice for immigrants

School of the Americas Watch

Example of my videos: Deering Golf Course, Miami Florida

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