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Fernando Mamangun gets his hands and feet nailed on a cross every Good Friday. It’s a ritual of sacrifice and penitence that is equally controversial as it is awe-inspiring.
It took me all of three seconds to realize this wasn’t going to be a “Folklife” experience. Or a Bumbershoot one for that matter.
In the second installment of Slum Rising, Seattle journalist Abby Higgins explores 3rd world solutions for 1st world problems.
(Photos by Colleen McDevitt. Click for captions/larger images)
With two left feet, I joined the One Billion Rising flash mob yesterday in Westlake Center. And around the world, more than 201 countries were dancing with me, all with common purpose of ending violence against women.
Immigrant activists left as early as 4 am to travel to Olympia in support of education and policy reform. Our youth reporters got up pretty early as well to cover the action.
The end is near! And for Seattleites that means going out with a bang.
It’s almost December 21st, the day the Ancient Mayans predicted (sort of) that the world would end.
Or maybe John Cusack just starred in a movie about it and we’ve officially lost touch with reality.
Either way, Elysian Brewery is serving up Rapture Heather Ale, KUOW is spinning REM’s “It’s The End of the World as We Know It,” and SIFF is helping our imaginations run wild with an apocalypse film festival.
My personal favorite end of the world activity is The Snoqualmie Family Nudists invitation to “Go out the way you came in… naked” at their End of the World Party.
Which leaves me wondering, how is the rest of the world living out their final days?
ZAATARI, Jordan–As the Syrian civil war and the fight to remove President Bashar Assad unfolds, more than half a million people have fled their homes during dangerously cold winter months.
There are roughly 60,000 Syrians in the Zaatari, one of the largest refugee camps that sits just across the Jordanian border.
According to a recent UNHCR report, more than 1,000 people have arrived in the last two nights alone.
It’s freezing. The tent flaps are tightly closed to protect the cramped living quarters against the winds. As the sun went down, the al-Dayat family huddled around the small burner making tea to stay warm.
Here they wait for the inevitable downfall of Assad.
BANGKOK, Thailand– They were complete strangers, but it instantly felt like a family reunion.
One week before I departed for my first international reporting trip, my grandmother Cece and my great aunt Karen casually drop to me on Facebook that, oh by the way, I have relatives in Thailand.
Now I’m from a long and proud line of auto factory workers, mechanics and nurses from Flint, Michigan. But other than trips to Canada, I was one of the few people in my family to travel and live outside the U.S. since our ancestors came through Ellis Island. Or at least I thought.
So to learn that I have Thai relatives was not only a major revelation, but one that profoundly altered how I view my family in the world.
But the facts were fuzzy at first. I wasn’t exactly clear how my little branch of the tree spanned to this corner of the world.
So I sent a Facebook message and a few days later I was off to meet these mysterious family characters in the bustling city of Bangkok.