Parading through Baqa'a (one of the camps) in a tour bus was perverse. It felt wrong. Like they were some exhibition for us to gawk at, something that needed to be enclosed and separated from the rest of the world. The plight of others should not be a tourist stop for the wealthy. But they are, and it's wrong. I've been struggling a lot with the orientation activities that set us up like this- as foreigners, Westerners, tourists, there to objectify and appropriate the local culture- and I'm glad that orientation week is over. Refugee studies, or forced migration studies, whatever you want to call it, is my focus. And there is nothing to be gained from gawking at refugees from a tour bus while the tour guide warns us about the dangers of coming to the camps. Building dialogue and relationships, connecting through our own humanity- that is what I want to do.
We also drove through the richest parts of Amman, which were decorated with expansive mansions much like the ones you'd see in my hometown. Honestly, my first impulse was to be repulsed by the excess of it all compared to the poverty we had just seen- but compared to the United States, it was nothing unusual. Perhaps even subdued in comparison.
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