A Dream of Secular Utopia in ISIS’ Backyard - NYT
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/11/29/magazine/a-dream-of-utopia-in-hell.html
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But to sympathetic Western visitors, Rojava was something else entirely: a place where the seeds of the Arab Spring promised to blossom into utopia. What you are doing, said Raymond Joliffe, a member of Britains House of Lords, during a trip in May 2015, is a unique experiment that deserves to succeed. A Dutch professor named Jan Best de Vries arrived in December 2014 and donated $10,000 to help buy books for Kurdish university students. David Graeber, a founder of Occupy Wall Street, visited that same month and wrote before his trip that the autonomous region of Rojava, as it exists today, is one of few bright spots albeit a very bright one to emerge from the tragedy of the Syrian revolution.
In May, I saw an announcement on Facebook for the Mesopotamian Social Sciences Academy, a new, coed university in Rojavas de facto capital, Qamishli. This in itself was revolutionary. For years, Bashar al-Assad and his father, Hafez, forbade many Syrian Kurds to study. In ISIS territory just 15 miles away, Kurdish girls were routinely tortured for being Westernized heretics sometimes tied by their ponytails to car bumpers and dragged to their deaths. In Rojava, they were being educated.
When I sent a message to the academys Facebook page, requesting more information, I received a reply from Yasin Duman, a Kurdish graduate student living in Turkey. He had taught several courses there, he said, and when he found out I was a writer and professor in New York, we discussed a journalism class. Duman explained that Rojavas youth had little experience with the idea of free speech. Perhaps I could teach them: A free people has to have freedom of speech, he said. It would be a cultural exchange. I would teach writing, and my students would show me what life was like in Rojava. We decided that I would spend a week in July giving a crash course in journalism basics: how to report, how to interview and how to document the war raging around them.
Now, after three months and at least as many logistical hiccups, I was about to see this strange political experiment for myself. The official led us out of the office and onto a ramshackle skiff. We were technically entering a failed state. Yet when we came ashore on the other side of the river and passed a brick guard tower staffed with armed men, I saw a red, green and yellow tricolor banner the flag of Rojava.