Taken from my blog, http://heyitsjohnnyc.wordpress.com/2011/06/24/the-duty-of-third-culture-kids-to-be-globalists/

 

One of the biggest factors that involved my decision to become a Globalist wasn’t just the sad state of the world due to globalization, but because of my experience as a Third Culture Kid. To give a little background, Globalism can be seen as a counter to globalization. Globalism is both the awareness of the interconnected reality we share in the 21st century, whereas Globalization is the speed of which these connections increase and decrease.

Globalization, a process of connecting the world, has the effect of creating winners and losers. A good example is the free market creating the situation where one country excels at manufacturing or producing something in exchange for what another country offers, such as cacao beans (what chocolate is made of) from Cotre d’Ivoire being traded to France, as it is the biggest producer of cacao. This specialization in trade might seem like it allows for each country to get on equal footing, but more often than not, it’s an unfair trade. When you look at Cotre d’Ivoire, it isn’t getting the country richer at all: the wealth doesn’t spread or benefit everyone, the government is unstable, and the country is in a state of turmoil, all while only a small handful benefits, namely the cacao traders and the ignorant consumers unaware of the true cost of chocolate paid in blood and slavery.

Other examples of globalization are immigration, exchange of technology, spread of information, and homogenization into a sort of global culture. So it’s international business and trade, science and technology, and governmental cooperation primarily.  One problem is, it’s the winners, particularly the wealthy western countries, who are having a dominant influence over others who are unable to play catch-up. In spite of the fact that we are trying to make more connections, other barriers come up unintentionally due to the “me-first” attitude that makes individuals enjoy the benefits of Mongolian cashmere and Ivorian cacao, but not care about the human cost and consequences for allowing a chaotic system to remain unchecked.

So globalization isn’t inherently bad, but that’s one example of how the process allows for conditions that are unfair to others. Globalism isn’t meant to stop globalization, but is an attitude and a movement to put the needs of the world before a country, of the world community before the individual, for our choices shape not only our reality, but affect others as well. In essence, it allows us to be more responsible and in control of the chaos in globalization. It’s this awareness that every choice we make must be informed and consider how it affects others, whether it is buying Fair Trade-certified goods to make sure slaves didn’t harvest the cacao beans, or calling upon world leaders in governments and businesses to be accountable for the environment such as with the BP Gulf oil spill in 2010.

With these conditions alone, nobody has to be a Third Culture Kid to be a Globalist. However, it is precisely because of our experience as Third Culture Kids, we should be more inclined to be Globalists.

I lost a friend in Pakistan who died in a church bombing in 2002, I lived amongst sex slaves and internationally trafficked victims in the Philippines, I’ve seen the increase in Korean migrants in Manila create an influential business community and some of the sweatshops people run to in order to avoid digging through rubbish heaps for goods to recycle or re-use,  and I’ve seen tourists come through Bangkok with an arrogant sense of impunity disregarding how they treat locals.

These memories of experiencing this and knowing that I belong to no country makes me unable to turn a blind eye and focus on myself and the small bubble I live in, whether it is my neighborhood, my town, my province, or my country. I am not the person who lives in Los Angeles who doesn’t care about what happens in Fukushima when a nuclear plant explodes, nor am I a person who leaves Fukushima behind and focuses on a new life in another city or country. I am the person who knows that the displacement of thousands of people forced out of their homes creates a refugee crisis, the environmental damage from the radiation makes a portion of the land unlivable and affects the food supply in the ocean driving up food prices.

But most of all, I am affected, because I have friends there, even those whom I’ve never met in real life but know through our interaction in the online Third Culture Kid community, living in Japan. And I have friends whom I have yet to meet because I can find myself living there or wherever I choose to go, thousands of people whom I can’t ignore because they are separated by culture, race, religion, language, oceans, and continents.

Being a Third Culture Kid is a result of a unique experience, being a Globalist is a conscious choice. In having friends around the world, multiple places I can call a home without belonging to any one of them, and knowing that our friends are all races, religions, and nationalities, I find it difficult to not be a Globalist, because it is a duty I owe to my friends, my multiple hometowns, and to the planet.

As parents, we’re always trying to find new resources for better working with our kids. Teaching and learning with them, seems to be the key for the problem.
While raising third culture children, we’re constantly looking out for practical and realistic opportunities to improve their social, interpersonal and learning skills.
When today’s children begin to enter the workforce, chances are that they will be working in jobs that have not been created yet. Especially the so-called 3rd culture children will need the ability to think creatively in order to succeed in our rapidly changing world.
Imagine how excited I was to learn that in our city, Recife, Fastrackids is a new resource for helping families and third culture children adjust to new life challenges! The idea is to prepare children for life, teaching them to become leaders and followers…
I just found that the philosophy of these early learning programs begins with a child-centered classroom. Students are expected to discover their own abilities and potential to learn inside a classroom focused on an interactive education.
The children have the opportunity to work in close cooperation with the instructor and will learn to expand their thoughts and to communicate effectively.
Each child is encouraged to explore their world and gain the confidence needed to engage fully in the early learning process. Here is a video  (in Portuguese!) I was able to obtain with the Brazilian franchise owner, showcasing the experiences and program goals.
And, once we learnt more about the program, and as involved parents of TCK (third culture kids), here are our combined thoughts:
A student’s ability to receive information and create a relevant connection to a new situation, shows a higher order thought process and assures that the student fully understands concepts that are presented.
Children assume positive leadership roles as they role-play and interact in-group situations. They, in turn, develop the ability to follow someone else’s lead and become a functional team member.  
The teams are responsible for decision-making and follow-through as they complete their goal.  The experience of leading a team in early childhood strengthens the self-esteem and confidence of students.  
The practice of interpersonal skills helps students be internally motivated in setting and attaining personal goals in school and in life. Could it sound any better? One more available resource for parents out there!
Early education doesn’t just start in the classroom, it also starts at home.  Parental involvement is vital to the confidence and educational development of children.
We’d like to express our gratitude to Ms Ana Paula Harley, for granting us info about their beautiful work, helping children achieve their social and interpersonal goals, better adjusting to society…
At the end, children need to be prepared not just for school, but also, prepared for life, and for all the changes, transitions and adjustments that life overseas may through at them!

For everyone: Watch the Chameleon 2011 trailer http://www.vimeo.com/24103609

 

To my lovely New York based TCKs:

Catch the full length version of Chameleon before we go on the road on June 29, 2011!

AHDC is heading off to Toronto this summer to perform at the Toronto Fringe Festival. We will be taking Chameleon, the experience of global citizens there and can’t wait to share it with the multicultural Toronto audience.

Young Dancers in Repertory has graciously opened up their space to us for a informal Benefit performance & send off party.

 

Location:

Young Dancers in Repertory

5602 Fifth Avenue
Brooklyn, New York

 

Pre-performance Q+A and mini dance workshop starting at 6!
Performance will start around 7:15 pm
Come early to get a seat! Limited Seating.
Wine, Cheese, Canadian Snacks following the performance.

$10-15 Suggested Donation (or whatever you can give)
*All proceeds will go towards transportation, accommodation, and performer stipends for our tour.

 

 

To Toronto based TCKs:

I can’t wait to meet you all! I’m so excited to be bringing this production to Toronto… mostly its for you! There are performances, a workshop, and the very first TCK films screening (3 TCK films!) + panel discussion. Its a whirlwind of activity so I hope you can make it to at least one event!

July 6, 2011 @ 4-6 pm

A.H. Dance Company Multicultural Contemporary Fusion Dance workshop at O.I.P. Dance Centre

Class consists of Improvisation, Warm up, Technique, Repertory, and Composition!

O.I.P. Dance Centre: 190 Richmond Street East, Toronto, ON
http://oipdance.com/
To register call: 647-477-5225


A.H. Dance Company presents “Chameleon, the Experience of Global Citizens” in the Toronto Fringe Festival

Exploring the notions of home, cultural identity and relationships through dance with film, spoken word, music, photography, and jewelry design. Chameleon draws on the insight and experience of Third Culture Kids: those who have spent a significant period of time in a culture other than their own.

Performance dates/times:
 Friday July 8, 2011 @ 10:30pm
Sunday July 10 @ 7:15pm
Tuesday July 12 @ 6:30pm
Wednesday July 13 @ 4pm
Thursday July 14 @ 11:15pm
Friday July 15 @ 12pm
Sunday July 17 @ 5:45pm

Location: Helen Gardiner Phelan Playhouse, 79A Saint George Street, Toronto, ON

Tickets cost $10 at the door and advance tickets can be bought online at www.FringeToronto.com

Chameleon is supported in part by Singapore Internationale grant scheme administered by Singapore International Foundation. www.sif.org.sg

July 9, 2011

TCK FILMS SCREENING + PANEL DISCUSSION

4-7 pm

Location: No One Writes to the Colonel bar, 460 College Street, Toronto, ON

 

There are several TCK films that have been created in the last decade and we want to share 3 excerpts with you during this screening.

Alaine Handa’s “I am a TCK”, 30 min.
Rahul Gandotra’s “The Road Home”, 21 min.
Aga Magdolen’s “Les Passagers”, 8 min. trailer

There will be a panel discussion after each film segment led by Judy Rickatson & Kira Miller Fabreget

This event will be broadcast live for members of TCKid so TCKs around the world will be able to join in the discussion.
 

 

 


Families in Global Transition is well underway in developing the 2012 Conference Program.  The conference, March 29-31, 2012, will be held near Washington DC.  Each year presentations about TCK experiences and research are shared at this conference. Members of My TcKid are encouraged to consider being part of the conference program.

If you are interested in presenting or would like to suggest that others woudl like to apply to be a presenter please go to http://figt.org/2012_RFP . 

I Blame It on the Magnesium Powder

Posted: 11th June 2011 by admin in Uncategorized

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A daily struggle with Korean parents who admires American lifestyle, yet can’t take their daughter who intergrated the western lifestyle.  Enjoy.  I still blame it on the magnesium powder, though.

Hello TCKids Community! Looking for teenagers like myself who are familiar with being in new places with new people.

A little about myself: I’m almost the replica of the main child in the famous book, The Namesake (by Jhumpa Lahiri) – a boy born in the USA into a Bengali family. However, my life takes a twist that the book misses, which involves me moving back to India while just completing the 7th grade, whisked off to that beautiful, golden, decayed metropolis of Bombay. The most conclusive reason for the move was my dad receiving a great job opportunity, and a chance for me to be exposed to the the country of my forefathers, a chance to connect with where my own parents grew up. From there, after what was, surprisingly, the three best years of my life (at the incredible Dhirubhai Ambani International School), I had to once again move, this time to the much more foreign/tech friendly, and (at least in my eyes), far more boring city of Bangalore, just last August. However, I have adjusted nicely here to the school (Indus International School Bangalore) and am participating (unfortunately) in the International Baccalaureate (IB) program for the 11th and 12th grades.

Is there a TCKids group for Bangalore ?

– Avi

I feel a little bit like a newbie on this site, even though I’ve had a profile since the original TCKid site, where I used to post every once in a while. Since then I’ve managed to make some roots. 

I’ll always be that girl who comes from everywhere, but some how that has turned into a joke amongst my friends. Whenever people who don’t know me ask me where I am from, a communal groan is emitted from all of their throats, whilst one yells ‘Don’t ask her that question, she’ll never shut up!’

That being said, they have all at one point or another sat me down and interrogated me as to where I’ve been, where do I think I’m from, what is my nationality according to my passport etc. Which means at this stage they are all getting almost as fed up of it as I am! Which I find very amusing.

Many of my friends have started travelling, which I think is fantastic. They always come back with new eyes, that understand some of my foibles a little better than before. Each time one comes back, they always have a chat with me afterwards, and then try to explain some of the things they learned about other cultures while travelling. I always surprise them by understanding exactly what they mean.

My best friend recently came back from an architectural tour of Switzerland. One of the first things we talked about was the efficient public transport system, which is something I’ve had problems with for years. After living in Switzerland, no other system is good enough. Every time a bus comes late, it feels like an insult. In Ireland there is a 70% chance that the bus will actually arrive, let alone arrive on time. The chance of the bus or train arriving on time, and making their entire route on time, is about 5%… This may be an exaggeration, but it really doesn’t feel like it. Her ranting about the abysmal system that is Dublin bus, has brought all of my repressed frustration back to the surface.

When she was telling me about how amazing the timing and efficiency of the trains was, I started laughing. For the past few years I have been controlling my ranting on the absolute lack of efficiency in Ireland, which is not just the transport system. If you arrange to meet someone at 1pm, do not expect them until at least half past. Whether it is their fault, or the bus drivers fault for loosing track of time, it still means I have spent a ridiculous amount of time waiting around for people, as I have always timed my leaving the house so I got there about 10 minutes before the agreed time.

I now always have a book in my bag so that I don’t get bored. I recently ended up waiting 3 hours for someone who fell asleep. Thankfully the weather was unusually nice, and I sat in the park with my book and mp3 player to while away the time. However in the middle of winter, that is not an option…

No matter what I do, I cannot acclimatise myself to this aspect of the Irish, but at least I’ve managed to inure myself to it. Though I will one day move on somewhere else, Ireland has definitely become the place that I will keep returning to. Somehow without my knowing it, I’ve started settling here and making roots. For the first time in my life I bought a year long contract with my blackberry. I walked out of the shop in a state of shock. I know I will be staying here for the foreseeable future as I have 2 years of college left, but I have always been prepared to just get up and leave. without my knowing it the bizarre charm of the Irish has finally made me feel at home. That being said I still do not tell people I am Irish, even though my father is. I pick a country depending on either the day of the week, or what mood I am in. 

I am looking forward to the opportunities I will have to travel the world with Geology once I’ve finished my degree. One of the things I love about Geology is I can get a job anywhere in the world. I will get to see parts of the world that few people would ever bother going to, which really excites me. I’m currently trying to compile a Geological bucket list of places to visit in the world, which I fully intend on making my way through after college.

For now, I am as settled as I’ve ever been, and happy being this way. Feeling at home is a great experience but surprisingly nothing like I thought it would be. I was a little disappointed by the lack of fireworks when I realised I had made first real home. Maybe next time..

Any TCKs in South Korea?

Posted: 8th June 2011 by admin in Uncategorized

 

If you are TCK currently living in South Korea, please contact Isabelle Min (tck#tck.or.kr), who is in charge of TCK community in South Korea.  Yes our membership is growing, but we’d love to see more – and I bet it’s good for you to meet fellow TCKs too!

 

Reverse Culture Shock and more

Posted: 7th June 2011 by admin in Uncategorized

So I’m in transition again – straddling two completely different and separate worlds, and feeling like I’m falling off both of them.

 

Have you ever felt this way during a summer vacation ‘home’ – wherever home happens to be?

 

You just get back from a school year of teaching or studying in another country, return home, and experience what they call reverse culture shock, where everything that used to be familiar, once upon a time, no longer feels familiar. And now you miss the country you were just in: the food, the sounds, the friends, the lifestyle.

 

I just got back from a year in Taiwan, and I’m back in the States, my adopted home country for now.

Everything feels weird, but I knew it would. What tears me up inside is the knowledge that in just a few weeks I will do this all over again. Why?

 

Perhaps it’s a question no ATCK will ever have a complete answer to. Or perhaps I am wrong. Whatever the case, it’s hurting me and don’t want to think about saying goodbye to my family yet again, and watch their sad smiles as I make the choice to leave them once again, for a year off in a foreign country by myself…why?

 

Do you ever become anxious that perhaps your host country will forget you? That if you leave for a summer, somehow the place you so painstakingly hollowed out for yourself in a new environment, will suddenly close up and when you return you will have to create a new hole and start almost all over again.

 

The hardest part is doing it alone, since no one here can fully understand what it’s like to live in Taiwan and in America simultaneously, and no one in Taiwan can understand it either. It’s tough. But I am so grateful for Tckid and for you and your stories here. They have been a lifesaver 🙂 Thanks 🙂

Encounter with a tck ex

Posted: 2nd June 2011 by admin in Uncategorized

Hey daddy 😀 The characters escape my fingers before I have time to think. Sometimes I wonder if online conversations are faster than they are real life. Do we type faster than we talk? 

 

We make small chit chat, but he wants some casual sex. Is it ever as casual as it starts off? Of course he veils himself with an innocent and coy invitation to cuddle. His invite actually comes off smooth and playful. An outsider might think he’s a good friend who’s developed an innocent crush.

 

I have this theory that the things said in jest are the most important. We’re scared to say them, so we use the guise of humor. Love and hate are easier packaged as off hand witty remarks. If we say them playfully maybe they won’t hurt as much.

 

But there is nothing playful about the way he’ll crush my heart and walk right out. His sense of self preservation is so strong, he’d never risk allowing me to crush his. Long ago, when  his arms held a better facade of warmth and love, he told me his secrets. One night, after a few shots of whiskey I sang Rocky Mountain High in his bed. One night, he told me he was afraid of being a serial killer. 

 

The first time I got into a car with him I didn’t even know his name. He was some random hot guy I had been chatting up online. I had been blowing him off for months, and I had a 2 hour block to kill that day all of a sudden. It was dinnertime and he was in the area. That’s a secret I’ve still not told him.

 

That one’s all mine. It pegs a sense of security that no matter how much of a dick he is, I’ll have that little detail to amuse myself with.

 

But the sex with him was oh so good. Maybe because neither of us were afraid of show the darker sides of ourselves to each other. Because somehow we understand the other to be a lot like ourselves.

 

I knew he wasn’t like any other man on the first date. We were rambling off stories and small talk, when I mentioned I rode an elephant once. His response was a casual “me too”. 

 

At that precise second, I knew I would sleep with him. 

 

So we dated for a few months before we realized all we had was incredible sex. I waited for the moment where we’d realize we love each other. We waited and came. But the moment never did.

 

I ran into him the other day, and somehow ended up at the farmers market. Its so casual and easy to be around him. We buy organic homemade Popsicles from a hippie. We put our arms around each other. We tease each other and suck each other’s dripping Popsicles. There’s a second too long when our eyes meet.

 

But this isn’t a cheesy romantic comedy. At best, its the start of a cheesy porn video.