Since the end of the semester nears, I’ve decided it’s time to include some of the story. This is the intro and the conclusion. I wrote the beginning on a hammock in Guatemala and the end on the plane home, while looking at the clouds.
Cranking and whining, the machine delves deeper, looking for water.
Sitting on the highest hill in El Modelo, the contraption has drilled 60 feet so far.
But there’s no water yet.
And even when there is—it won’t be enough and it won’t be free.
With 300 families in El Modelo and the number constantly growing, the well may not be enough to sustain the whole town. The poor village in Guatemala builds on free land from the government. Now, the government-funded well project towers on the hill, reminding everyone that they need the help.
Majali Ramos Arias lives much farther from the well. Wearing a gray shirt with an American flag and the words “Freedom will stand,” Arias talked about spending eight days in August without water (except small pitchers from neighbors). On those sunny days, it didn’t rain, and she couldn’t afford the water from the truck.
She worries the well could make her life worse because she will have to pay a monthly rate of 25 quetzales whether she uses that much water.
But Arias wasn’t worried about having water that cloudy day in El Modelo.
She looks up at the sky and says, “Somehow, God gives us rain.”
Our exhibition will be December 9 at 7 p.m. in the Reitz Union gallery.
I’m in the process of writing a query letter to editors right now in the hopes that one will publish my article. (If anyone knows of a magazine or newspaper that would publish this sort of article, please let me know!)
While trying to pitch my story, I found myself writing that the topic of water is not covered very often in Central America. Then I wondered if that was even true. I started to search archives for other stories similar to mine in the last two years.
Two out of three solid articles that I discovered were from other countries–one from Guatemala and one from Iran. The other had been published in a water trade journal (pdf) and posted on an NGO’s Web site. The article in The Guatemala Times summed up a great deal of what I’ve been trying to say in a features way in its opening sentence:
“Guatemala is a country with a great wealth in water; however, only 10% of it is used because it can not be transported to where it is needed.”
I’m hoping that my article will be able to reach a wider American audience, but I wonder how much a young journalist can do to get the word out about what’s happening in Guatemala.
I asked Jeremiah (the photographer who traveled with me) a few days ago to make sure that everything in my story was truthful to what we saw. Global ethics are a tricky subject for a first time international journalist.
Unlike most stories that I have written, the sources in the story will probably not ever see how I portrayed them. My memory, my notes and the few post-trip translation checks are all that I have to make sure that I’m telling the story as it is.
For example, I talk quite a bit about parasites in some of the small villages, but there was no doctor present and no way for me to 100 percent confirm that these children were afflicted. I had to make that judgment call with the evidence: A local social worker had given them parasite pills, there were big bellies and scrawny arms on many children.
This is the most impossible fact checking I’ve ever done.
Story Update: We turned in the “final” draft to be graded by our writing coaches yesterday. It took me about three hours just to get up the courage to hit the print button. It’s hard to let a story go. Luckily, I’m not yet submitting for publication, so I have plenty of time to continue making updates. I’ll post the excerpts in a week when they have been chosen.
The media are universally easily subject to blame. I guess it’s a good thing because it keeps us journalists in check to tell the truth.
Anyway, I had the thought today while watching a DVD of some of my interviews in Guatemala while a friend translated.
I felt very well-received by my sources in Guatemala, but he pointed out when my translators left out some doubts. None of the information was pertinent to my story, but some of it to our relations with the subjects. One man leaned forward after a question that he assumed could make his business look bad and said “What is your purpose?”
It only seems natural to be defensive, I suppose, when put in front of foreign journalists. The man in this example feared that we were trying to make his business look bad in comparison to America. This was not unique to the country I deal with these fears all the time in my interview subjects, especially those in business.
The frustration in dealing with press goes all the way to the top. I read this editorial about President Alvaro Colom getting upset with the press for accusations. The Guatemala Times offers some great (and humorous) advice:
“We know that picking a fight with the Press is a waste of energy and time. You never win anyway. There are more important things to do.”
In short, I’m not trying to screw you interviewees over (unless the truth indeed screws you), I just want to write my story truthfully.
The cell phone epidemic has taken over Guatemala. It’s an addiction.
Before we left for the trip, Jeremiah told me that on his trip to Peru, he discovered that cell phones were like crack. People would beg for money on the streets and then use it to buy phone cards.
I didn’t see anything quite that severe in Guatemala, but I did see a Tigo sign everywhere I turned. Tigo (one of the three major cell companies) paints the logo everywhere. I asked if people get paid for allowing the painting on the houses, but apparently people allow their houses to be emblazoned with advertising for free fairly often.
In the small village outside Gualan (which I am writing about in my article because they sometimes drink from puddles), Efrian, the community leader, told me that people will walk the 5 miles into the city just to charge their cell phones. There’s no electricity in the village.
I think the irony here was pointed out in the Daily Photo a while ago.
From what I saw, cell phones operate on calling cards rather than contracts. I think the wackiest part is that every few days, the company offers a double or triple day where (surprise!) you get double or triple the minutes for the same price. I had a Claro phone while I was in Zacapa, and I never managed to need minutes on a triple day.
Cell phones can be a good thing for easy communication, but just like in America, when you can’t afford something else because of the phone–it’s time to give it up. I also saw a grown man in Guatemala who couldn’t stop texting like my boyfriend’s 12-year-old sister…