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New Territory.......
Dear Readers,
[Just before writing this post, I was having a read through my blog and for some weird reason the other 80% of my last post isn't uploading . I've been trying to figure out why or the past half hour but to no avail. Here's hoping that this full post appears without any missing parts because it's probably the most important thing I've written thus far. ]I know I originally said that this was supposed to be a foreign policy and economics blog, but I don't want solely want it to be that anymore. It can't be personal if you're not hearing about all the things I care about and so today I'm going to be a bit more introspective. I've largely only discussed these moments with my close circle, just because I regard it as a very personal experience and not really shared my feelings so intimately with anyone ever before. I'm excited to see how they translate once I pull them out of my brain!
I was SO tired of seeing SO many heads of state and global leaders pretending to care about the refugee ' problem' and doling out false promises ( that too, only as an effort to curb external pressure) to the 'sea of faces'- ignoring the powerful stories, unbridled ambition and strong convictions that lay within that 'sea'. This is how firm handshakes can unravel entire nations when the stage is large enough. It seemed like these people who had the power to actually influence domestic policy and create initiatives to aid the people part of these various exoduses around the world, actually didn't care. I wondered where the compassion was; were there actually human beings behind the leaders I read about in the papers and watched on the news? It even made me rethink my own ambitions of entering into government or foreign service later in life. I contemplated if I would ever find myself in such a compromising position that I had to push my morals completely aside. I couldn't imagine such a bitter divorce of my morals from my work.
Please remember, I don't mean for this to be a scathing attack on various global leaders, because some of them are trying their hardest and have to act with national interests in mind. That being said in many places, including the country I live in, I do believe that the assimilation of refugees into our communities can easily by facilitated by the government. If there is will, it is possible in it's every capacity- financially, logistically, socially. I remember the Malaysian Prime-minister last year issuing a statement, directing Rohingya refugees who had arrived on our shores to " go back to their own country'. Yeah right, the country where the children can't go to school, where family members are being raped, where their homes are being burned and where they are being deprived of economic opportunities? The persecution that is occurring and the government involvement in these deaths has resulted in several human rights groups calling it a genocide of the Rohingya minority living in Myanmar. And you're saying this because " we are not prepared to accept that number coming into our shores"? That could not be more incorrect, at the time there was, and still is, plenty of room for integration and the government has the resources to support community. What infuriated me the most was the fact that these officials tried to underpin their arguments by insinuating that the people of the country do not want them. And although I am not Malaysian, I know many locals and all of them are not the ones creating this divisive rhetoric. I've had so many conversations with friends in school and the people I volunteer with, and the general sentiment has unsurprisingly been of acceptance. Some even expressed their desire to house families and give me that lift to start a new life. Anyways, I intended for this intro to be short but I got carried away. What's new.
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Over the past five years, I've worked with everyone from the Chin to the Tibetan to the Palestinian refugees. However, over the past 16 months, my experiences with the Rohingya community that has fled Myanmar for Malaysian shores, have been formative. (If you'd like, I can go in depth about their situation and more context in a later post, because I don't intend to focus on it too much in this piece). They have helped me define the kind of person I want to be and the kind of impact I want to have. I have always wanted to 'maximise impact' and create 'long term change'. And to an extent I did, I helped make those four walls with crumbling plaster, a school.But this is where myself and many volunteers in fact, go wrong. I was having a conversation about this with one of my friends who volunteered at the Skaramagas refugee camp in Greece this summer, and we were talking about when we work with this motive in our mind, we become detached from the very people we want to help. We want them to become the motors and execute this vision. We end up taking instead of giving. More on this in another blogpost, because I've haven't even scratched the surface.
And for a long time I was wrapped up in this world where I was convinced that I couldn't bring sustainable and tangible and significant change. When I was on the precipice of resignation, I found them and they found me. And for that, I could not be more grateful. The experience that ensued transformed my perspective entirely.
Every Saturday morning my lovely mum drives me an hour away so I can tutor the small community that lives under a veil of fear here ( they've all entered illegally and haven't received their unhcr cards).During the process of establishing the weekend school, I was teaching the 11 older kids singlehandedly and devising the weekly syllabus with another volunteer , but as more people have joined, I've been able to invest my time in my five gems- Halimah, Raesah, Aisyah, Wahida and Noor. And yes, revisiting simultaneous equations and tenses is not my idea of 'fun', but that's not all I came to do, because I'm not some textbook. They need me to remind them to ignore their environment which cloaks them in self-doubt, which propagates that refugees can't amount to anything because they have lost their everything. I remind them each Saturday that they can't amount to anything other than greatness and that their voices will ring throughout the world. Because these are things that I never want them to forget.
We also start the sessions with some chanting. Usually I make them repeat " Today is going to be a great day. I can and will". I have been saying it to myself every morning ever since I heard it in Gina Rodriguez's Emmy Speech. (What a joy is it to share the little things you love with the people you love isn't it? )They need me to make them repeat 'rolled' 100 times until they get their pronunciation spot on, to discuss annoying siblings or that their mum made them eat that green vegetable yesterday which tasted 'yucky', or sometimes to ask me the big, tough questions like " why do boys think we are aren't strong?". Somehow they manage to bring a sense of levity to every conversation and space they enter. I sometimes stand on the side, just feeling humbled to see them so enthusiastically engaged with so little.
And I'll tell you something else . For those three hours, the love is omnipresent. There is so much of it that it consumes me. Within the confines of those four walls, I have found laughter without abandon, kindness beyond limitation and a lust for life, despite the circumstances. Calling the girls only my students would be a lie, for they are have become far more - my confidantes, my sisters, and most of all, my teachers. And when I have to leave, I leave with a heavy heart, but only because it is so full.
I am aware that, what refugees dispersed around the world really need is the wars to end, their homes returned, and their families safe. Whilst we cannot singlehandedly give those to them, we can give them our love. A paintbrush and paper may seem negligible in the grand scheme of things, but if they can remind that one child that they are cared for and not forgotten, I believe it is worth pursuing.I think about them often. When I see the words 'refugee' coupled with 'terror', 'security'& 'threat' across headlines, my heart swells with anger and frustration. When I hear Michelle Obama's 'this is for my girls' song for her new initiative 'Let Girls Learn', my heart swells with hope and reassurance that yes, there is a global community there which is committed to empowering them. When I have to tell them that I can't come next weekend because of the SAT or a debate conference, and see their disappointed faces- my heart swells with guilt for abandoning them whilst I chase all these opportunities.
The more time I spend with my girls, the more challenging it becomes to reconcile how a whole community can been forced to become an invisible margin. How a whole community is "just left behind". The Rohingya in this sense have always been invisible- even back in Myanmar, which they consider as home, they have been ignored by past governments and the current democratically elected one as well. Can you imagine not being considered a citizen in your own country?
So I implore you to do some form of service if you aren't doing so already, because there are so many different communities out there that need you. And to so many of the youth out there - the moment you stop viewing service as a means of fulfilling that IA requirement, the blank space on your resume or a moral obligation beyond self preservation, something will happen. You will not only unearth all it's joys, but also be greeted with a deeper understanding of what it truly means to be human as well as crucial nuance to the community. Believe me.
When Raesah wrote and articulated her first sentence in English, I screamed, then she screamed. Then everyone turned because collectively that was a lot of screaming. I rushed to apologise for the disruption. She had worked her way all the way up from square one, from using hand gestures to google translate to inventive mime, she had made it. And I know it was hard for her. I couldn't contain my pride- it must have been emanating from each pore in my skin. Looking back, I feel so fortunate to have been a part of this moment because these are the moments that matter and always will.
I also remember the time I had to bid farewell to Shahina, one of the most motivated and driven 13 year olds I have ever seen, earlier this year. A few months prior, her father had prohibited her from attending the school on the weekend because he had gotten into an argument with Ustaz ( the leader of the community who acts as our bridge). I had panicked because I thought it was because she was getting married, it had happened to other girls in the community here after all. I remember frantically asking Ustez what had happened and to make things right so that she could come back.Then just a month later, the family's 10 year long wait ended as their resettlement request to the U.S was approved. They were leaving in under a fortnight. 'Bittersweet' suddenly had a whole new, abrasive meaning. She would have so many opportunities there, a good education and so much more stability. Yet, I found it impossible to conceal my dejection; two tears managed to escape my guarded eyes. I promised to visit in Georgia as I tightly embraced her one last time. Could someone not give me a little bit more time with her?
No one ever told me letting go was this hard. I'm even less prepared for the ones that I'll have to carry out myself.
Like leaving the rest of the girls next year for university when they have already been robbed of so much. I fear I will transform to just another entry on their endless list of loss. A part of me hopes they forget about my existence entirely when I'm gone but I'm going to try and savour the nine-ish months I have left with them for now. I hope that when I'm gone, I will find solace in the fact that these memories will always live deep within me, for their stories have now become inextricably intertwined with my own.
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I sincerely hope that by sharing a little bit of my story, I have made you think a little bit about the things that make you feel happy and fulfilled. You know that thing? That thing just entered your mind when you read the sentence above? Chase it. Chase it relentlessly and with all your heart.
- Nehmat
Phew, I feel emotionally drained but there is a sudden lightness in my chest. This has been sort of therapeutic I guess. Also sorry for such a long post. I think I was just taking advantage of not being restrained by a word limit hahahah. I'm half dead at this point if you're wondering - it's 4am- so I will stop rambling for your might not come back here If I continue any longer.
[Just before writing this post, I was having a read through my blog and for some weird reason the other 80% of my last post isn't uploading . I've been trying to figure out why or the past half hour but to no avail. Here's hoping that this full post appears without any missing parts because it's probably the most important thing I've written thus far. ]I know I originally said that this was supposed to be a foreign policy and economics blog, but I don't want solely want it to be that anymore. It can't be personal if you're not hearing about all the things I care about and so today I'm going to be a bit more introspective. I've largely only discussed these moments with my close circle, just because I regard it as a very personal experience and not really shared my feelings so intimately with anyone ever before. I'm excited to see how they translate once I pull them out of my brain!
I was SO tired of seeing SO many heads of state and global leaders pretending to care about the refugee ' problem' and doling out false promises ( that too, only as an effort to curb external pressure) to the 'sea of faces'- ignoring the powerful stories, unbridled ambition and strong convictions that lay within that 'sea'. This is how firm handshakes can unravel entire nations when the stage is large enough. It seemed like these people who had the power to actually influence domestic policy and create initiatives to aid the people part of these various exoduses around the world, actually didn't care. I wondered where the compassion was; were there actually human beings behind the leaders I read about in the papers and watched on the news? It even made me rethink my own ambitions of entering into government or foreign service later in life. I contemplated if I would ever find myself in such a compromising position that I had to push my morals completely aside. I couldn't imagine such a bitter divorce of my morals from my work.
Please remember, I don't mean for this to be a scathing attack on various global leaders, because some of them are trying their hardest and have to act with national interests in mind. That being said in many places, including the country I live in, I do believe that the assimilation of refugees into our communities can easily by facilitated by the government. If there is will, it is possible in it's every capacity- financially, logistically, socially. I remember the Malaysian Prime-minister last year issuing a statement, directing Rohingya refugees who had arrived on our shores to " go back to their own country'. Yeah right, the country where the children can't go to school, where family members are being raped, where their homes are being burned and where they are being deprived of economic opportunities? The persecution that is occurring and the government involvement in these deaths has resulted in several human rights groups calling it a genocide of the Rohingya minority living in Myanmar. And you're saying this because " we are not prepared to accept that number coming into our shores"? That could not be more incorrect, at the time there was, and still is, plenty of room for integration and the government has the resources to support community. What infuriated me the most was the fact that these officials tried to underpin their arguments by insinuating that the people of the country do not want them. And although I am not Malaysian, I know many locals and all of them are not the ones creating this divisive rhetoric. I've had so many conversations with friends in school and the people I volunteer with, and the general sentiment has unsurprisingly been of acceptance. Some even expressed their desire to house families and give me that lift to start a new life. Anyways, I intended for this intro to be short but I got carried away. What's new.
**********************************************************************************************************************************
Over the past five years, I've worked with everyone from the Chin to the Tibetan to the Palestinian refugees. However, over the past 16 months, my experiences with the Rohingya community that has fled Myanmar for Malaysian shores, have been formative. (If you'd like, I can go in depth about their situation and more context in a later post, because I don't intend to focus on it too much in this piece). They have helped me define the kind of person I want to be and the kind of impact I want to have. I have always wanted to 'maximise impact' and create 'long term change'. And to an extent I did, I helped make those four walls with crumbling plaster, a school.But this is where myself and many volunteers in fact, go wrong. I was having a conversation about this with one of my friends who volunteered at the Skaramagas refugee camp in Greece this summer, and we were talking about when we work with this motive in our mind, we become detached from the very people we want to help. We want them to become the motors and execute this vision. We end up taking instead of giving. More on this in another blogpost, because I've haven't even scratched the surface.
And for a long time I was wrapped up in this world where I was convinced that I couldn't bring sustainable and tangible and significant change. When I was on the precipice of resignation, I found them and they found me. And for that, I could not be more grateful. The experience that ensued transformed my perspective entirely.
Every Saturday morning my lovely mum drives me an hour away so I can tutor the small community that lives under a veil of fear here ( they've all entered illegally and haven't received their unhcr cards).During the process of establishing the weekend school, I was teaching the 11 older kids singlehandedly and devising the weekly syllabus with another volunteer , but as more people have joined, I've been able to invest my time in my five gems- Halimah, Raesah, Aisyah, Wahida and Noor. And yes, revisiting simultaneous equations and tenses is not my idea of 'fun', but that's not all I came to do, because I'm not some textbook. They need me to remind them to ignore their environment which cloaks them in self-doubt, which propagates that refugees can't amount to anything because they have lost their everything. I remind them each Saturday that they can't amount to anything other than greatness and that their voices will ring throughout the world. Because these are things that I never want them to forget.
We also start the sessions with some chanting. Usually I make them repeat " Today is going to be a great day. I can and will". I have been saying it to myself every morning ever since I heard it in Gina Rodriguez's Emmy Speech. (What a joy is it to share the little things you love with the people you love isn't it? )They need me to make them repeat 'rolled' 100 times until they get their pronunciation spot on, to discuss annoying siblings or that their mum made them eat that green vegetable yesterday which tasted 'yucky', or sometimes to ask me the big, tough questions like " why do boys think we are aren't strong?". Somehow they manage to bring a sense of levity to every conversation and space they enter. I sometimes stand on the side, just feeling humbled to see them so enthusiastically engaged with so little.
And I'll tell you something else . For those three hours, the love is omnipresent. There is so much of it that it consumes me. Within the confines of those four walls, I have found laughter without abandon, kindness beyond limitation and a lust for life, despite the circumstances. Calling the girls only my students would be a lie, for they are have become far more - my confidantes, my sisters, and most of all, my teachers. And when I have to leave, I leave with a heavy heart, but only because it is so full.
I am aware that, what refugees dispersed around the world really need is the wars to end, their homes returned, and their families safe. Whilst we cannot singlehandedly give those to them, we can give them our love. A paintbrush and paper may seem negligible in the grand scheme of things, but if they can remind that one child that they are cared for and not forgotten, I believe it is worth pursuing.I think about them often. When I see the words 'refugee' coupled with 'terror', 'security'& 'threat' across headlines, my heart swells with anger and frustration. When I hear Michelle Obama's 'this is for my girls' song for her new initiative 'Let Girls Learn', my heart swells with hope and reassurance that yes, there is a global community there which is committed to empowering them. When I have to tell them that I can't come next weekend because of the SAT or a debate conference, and see their disappointed faces- my heart swells with guilt for abandoning them whilst I chase all these opportunities.
The more time I spend with my girls, the more challenging it becomes to reconcile how a whole community can been forced to become an invisible margin. How a whole community is "just left behind". The Rohingya in this sense have always been invisible- even back in Myanmar, which they consider as home, they have been ignored by past governments and the current democratically elected one as well. Can you imagine not being considered a citizen in your own country?
So I implore you to do some form of service if you aren't doing so already, because there are so many different communities out there that need you. And to so many of the youth out there - the moment you stop viewing service as a means of fulfilling that IA requirement, the blank space on your resume or a moral obligation beyond self preservation, something will happen. You will not only unearth all it's joys, but also be greeted with a deeper understanding of what it truly means to be human as well as crucial nuance to the community. Believe me.
When Raesah wrote and articulated her first sentence in English, I screamed, then she screamed. Then everyone turned because collectively that was a lot of screaming. I rushed to apologise for the disruption. She had worked her way all the way up from square one, from using hand gestures to google translate to inventive mime, she had made it. And I know it was hard for her. I couldn't contain my pride- it must have been emanating from each pore in my skin. Looking back, I feel so fortunate to have been a part of this moment because these are the moments that matter and always will.
I also remember the time I had to bid farewell to Shahina, one of the most motivated and driven 13 year olds I have ever seen, earlier this year. A few months prior, her father had prohibited her from attending the school on the weekend because he had gotten into an argument with Ustaz ( the leader of the community who acts as our bridge). I had panicked because I thought it was because she was getting married, it had happened to other girls in the community here after all. I remember frantically asking Ustez what had happened and to make things right so that she could come back.Then just a month later, the family's 10 year long wait ended as their resettlement request to the U.S was approved. They were leaving in under a fortnight. 'Bittersweet' suddenly had a whole new, abrasive meaning. She would have so many opportunities there, a good education and so much more stability. Yet, I found it impossible to conceal my dejection; two tears managed to escape my guarded eyes. I promised to visit in Georgia as I tightly embraced her one last time. Could someone not give me a little bit more time with her?
No one ever told me letting go was this hard. I'm even less prepared for the ones that I'll have to carry out myself.
Like leaving the rest of the girls next year for university when they have already been robbed of so much. I fear I will transform to just another entry on their endless list of loss. A part of me hopes they forget about my existence entirely when I'm gone but I'm going to try and savour the nine-ish months I have left with them for now. I hope that when I'm gone, I will find solace in the fact that these memories will always live deep within me, for their stories have now become inextricably intertwined with my own.
**********************************************************************************************************************************
I sincerely hope that by sharing a little bit of my story, I have made you think a little bit about the things that make you feel happy and fulfilled. You know that thing? That thing just entered your mind when you read the sentence above? Chase it. Chase it relentlessly and with all your heart.
- Nehmat
Phew, I feel emotionally drained but there is a sudden lightness in my chest. This has been sort of therapeutic I guess. Also sorry for such a long post. I think I was just taking advantage of not being restrained by a word limit hahahah. I'm half dead at this point if you're wondering - it's 4am- so I will stop rambling for your might not come back here If I continue any longer.
Monday, 19 September 2016
Tackling Extreme Poverty with Utilitarian Ideals + Keynesian distaste for Consumer Theory.
One of my friends was questioning me about Hedonistic Utilitarianism, consumption functions and Keynes's disregard for consumer theory at 7am in preparation for his upcoming interview at Oxford. Although my brain was not in prime condition at this ungodly hour, I got home and did a fair a bit of research.
There are many types of utilitarianism- hedonistic, negative, sentient, motive etc. but at heart it's a simple concept that says the best ethical action maximises utility ( satisfaction/ happiness derived from consumption). It's acted as a driving force in everything from advocating for equal legal rights for women in the 19th century to legislation concerning animal welfare.yes, it is virtually impossible to devise some standardised way of measuring
Monday, 28 March 2016
Britain's Punitive Tax for Sugar Lovers
{Apologies for my lengthy hiatus, exams are near so unfortunately blogging has taken a bit of a backseat. Here is a short post on my thoughts regarding the recently unveiled plan to implement a sugar tax across Britain in 2018}
The march 2016 budget revealed Chancellor George Osborne's plan to levy a tax of up to 20% on soft drinks and other sugary products in the United Kingdom in an attempt to shadow the results of Mexico, where a sugar tax cut sales of sugary drinks by 12% during 2015. The tax aims to combat the rising obesity that has become endemic to Britain and burdens the national healthcare system whilst simultaneously acting as a fundraising tool to boost government revenue. Economically, the motivation for this tax is sound but could it actually be an effective tool to reduce the domestic consumption of sugar or is a lower obesity rate a distant dream?
The rationale behind this tax is that it will simply increase prices which should suppress demand and therefore reduce consumption. Proponents argue that the soft drink market is quite competitive so this taxes forces suppliers to either absorb this tax through lower profits margins or change their recipes. Both these options seem unlikely to me and so it is extremely probable that the consumers will be the party bearing the brunt of this tax. Perhaps Osborne has forgotten that demand for sugar in general is price-inelastic due to it;s highly addictive nature which is why this sugar tax has to potential to act as a regressive tax because it represents a larger proportion of income for principal consumers who are concentrated in lower income groups. Others employ a different and slightly more assuming argument. Shouldn't the poor man be allowed to have his daily coke without worrying about the effect on his wallet, after all his challenges with high pressure and low income work? Or we could assume that sugary drinks are in fact price sensitive. Well in this case, if I was denied a coke, I would simply eat a slice of cake or some bacon or maybe even both and then land up at the doorstep of the NHS with a malfunctioning liver, diabetes and clogged arteries. ( I'll leave you to calculate the total damage). The point is that there are ample substitutes and a poor man facing financial restrictions from consuming his soda will not be hindered as he can easily invest these calories elsewhere. As for those who just can't live without these drinks, we might witness a black market emerge.
Meanwhile, Osborne also hopes that people still consume enough so revenue is raised and can be used for physical programs targeted at children. I'm just perplexed as to why greater revenue to finance this type of activity needs to be generated from this tax specifically; a 5% cut in the defense budget could easily finance this. Yes, consumption of these drinks does generate externalities- but how can we accurately estimate the exact effect of these externalities, most of which are internalized ( in comparison with alcohol consumption and it's strong correlation with drunk driving related deaths) and reflect these in the tax we wish to introduce?
I understand obesity is a public health concern; but an intricate tax system akin to this to reduce consumption of sugary drinks or tax-credits ( for obese individuals who have lost weight) are not palatable policies for me. I am a staunch supporter of greater regulation and the promotion of a more active lifestyle through education campaigns in schools and workplaces or even a proportional rate of tax per gram of sugar in a litre of any drink would be a good start. For now, slimmer waistlines across Britain remain an elusive goal.....
-Nehmat
Tuesday, 23 February 2016
Why productivity is the sine qua non for growth.
{Apologies in advance for this short post; I've had a chaotic week but I still wanted to write a piece ( promise to compensate with a lengthy one next week) . Also realized I was primarily focusing on foreign policy in my last post, so here is a concentrated dose of economics}
Productivity is defined as the efficiency with which an economy can transform its resources into goods and services and for many nations such as the United States, remains the only hope for sustained economic growth and an improvement in living standards.A focus on actual productivity connotes a focus on dynamic, allocative and technical efficiency as a method of reaping the most from existing resources. The potential of increased productivity to lead to greater economic prosperity is also reflected in the Leontief production function, which is only affected by changes in overall supply and technological capabilities. So to achieve growth, the productivity gap's two symbiotic components which are skills and technology,need to be boosted simultaneously.
Skilled workers are needed to implement new technology because they are more adaptable and more likely to embrace it with open arms. The mere existence of skilled workers has acted as an incentive for research and development by firms into more skill- intensive capital equipment. Of course, technological progress can also be stimulated with a more liberalized capital and current account, because trade and foreign direct investment lead to increased competitive pressure that can act as a catalyst for innovation. Governments also need to divert more attention to supply side measures because monetary and fiscal policy don't transform productivity growth which also has the potential to improve economic health. Governments must focus on improving training and education facilities which will hopefully lead to a more productive work force that can spur growth. Many developing countries face stagnation when it comes to technological advances due to poor education levels so even subsidies for families that face liquidity constraints and can't afford to invest in tertiary education for their children can be beneficial in improving productivity. Furthermore, a government can consider reducing the tax on profits from innovation for firms that invest in R&D to make the production process more efficient.Sadly the man on the street thinks differently. Generally, the public views improvements in technology with a veil of fear due to the belief that capital intensive production due to increased technology will lead to greater unemployment rates.
Productivity growth can also lead to an increase in living standards as it can raise real incomes. The most direct way is the ability of higher productivity to usually result in lower costs which are passed on to consumers through lower prices, so they have a greater amount of disposable income left. This makes the economy less prone to inflation and less volatile, increasing investor confidence and aiding the balance of payments position with greater export absorption, both of which might contribute to growth.
Do you think improvements in productivity are the key to future economic prosperity?
- Nehmat
Saturday, 13 February 2016
Friday, 12 February 2016
A Russian Quagmire?
Russia has always been bold on the foreign policy front, but lately many seem to agree that the nation has shown unprecedented aggression ( when it comes to Russia, I think external public discourse is seldom nuanced).
Russia's lack of territorial integrity, through blatant disregard for national sovereignty has already been displayed through the Crimean intervention so why did Russia's involvement in Syria come as such a surprise?
Syria, for many years, has been Russia's only strong ally in the region. For a bit of background, in the 1960's, Syria had the largest communist party in the region as well as significant oil and gas reserves which Soviets could exploit to provide technological support to their energy ventures. This provided an opportunity for the two nations to work in tandem and build a strong foundation for subsequent interactions. Now, Putin is aiding Assad and supporting the Syrian army by conducting airstrikes targeting rebel groups ( some of which receive financial aid from the United States), changing the entire dynamic of the Middle East and provoking ripples of Cold War rhetoric from the West.
And a lot of people, seem to be perplexed as to why exactly Russia is intervening in the region. After all, Russia must have some ulterior motives and won't go to such great lengths to aid an ally. I think it may partly be because the state wants to re-establish itself as a hegemonic power against the United States and to divert attention from Ukraine, it's desire to test NATO's commitment to collective security by sending missiles into Syria, along with some geopolitical concerns. Perhaps the Russians oddly believe that by doing this their 15 million Muslims, many of whom are already quite isolated, will be better assimilated into society and less prone to radicalization but the reality is that this intervention is going to cause tension to intensify in the Caucasus region and I don't think fighting a proxy war with the Russians is a priority for Americans who are much more anxious about China's rise . One thing is concrete- Russia will continue to become more fragmented by the day. Surprisingly, in a recent poll conducted in Moscow, the majority of people surveyed backed Putin's decisions in the region. The state of the Russian economy has still not helped to erode domestic support for military ventures, so I wonder what will.
This serves as a perfect transition to examine Russia's economic woes. The decrease in oil prices and implementation of sanctions has hit the economy hard. The economy also is lacking investment and battling an inflation rate of 15% due to a lower exchange rate, and is going to contract by 4.2% this year. So Russia really needs to devise strategies to attract more investment and stimulate growth. I think labour market reform, improving domestic labor mobility and creating incentives for multinationals may not be the most robust solutions but are surely good places to start because Russia already has a large existing market that it can utilize and reap the benefits from.
Meanwhile, Russia's evolving political landscape is also taking a turn for the worse. The past year has evidently been a time of growing intolerance and the myriad attacks on journalists, members of the Russian opposition and basically anyone challenging Putin's reign proves this. So now as more and more secular ideals are being thrown out of the window, we are served with such a diluted dose of democracy that many fear the nation is headed towards complete authoritarian rule as long as it remains under Putin's loving watch.
- Nehmat
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