Here I am with some of the brilliant journalists participating in the reporting diversity training in Algiers |
You might not have heard much about Algeria and that’s not
surprising. Unlike neighbouring Morocco, Algeria is not a popular tourist
destination and the country is rarely in the (Anglo-Saxon) news - unless there
is terrorism. Well…a few weeks ago, not
far from where I was staying on the outskirts of Algiers, a French
tourist was kidnapped and beheaded by a militant group linked to Islamic State.
Police presence was beefed up in Algiers
and foreigners like me were told to keep a low profile.
The murder hit at the core of the work we
were doing there. I had been asked by
the Media Diversity Institute (MDI) to run a training for professional Algerian
journalists on reporting diversity. The
London-based organization works
internationally to prevent the media from intentionally or unintentionally
spreading prejudice, intolerance and hatred; encouraging instead, fair,
accurate, inclusive and sensitive media coverage in order to promote
understanding between different groups and cultures.
During the five-day
workshop, an Algerian colleague and I trained print and online journalists in
how to write stories about the diverse groups who make up Algerian society, but
whose voices are seldom heard in the media. The journalists rose to the challenge and produced
great stories on Syrian refugees, Sub-Saharan immigrants, people with
disabilities, children in rural areas, single mothers and other marginalised
groups.
And there was one other
story – my favourite in fact. It was the story of a boy born in the mountains
in Northeast Algeria during the “Black Decade” – the devastating conflict
between Muslim extremists and government forces that tore the country apart in
the 1990s and killed some 200,000 Algerians. “Abd was the son of Islamist
guerrillas, born in the ‘maquis’. He is now 18. He doesn’t share his
parents’ beliefs - in fact he has condemned them - but he is rejected
everywhere he goes, he has no place in society and no future. He is suicidal,”
explained the young journalist who had produced the story. “I want to tell Abd’s story. It is the story
of the children of the terrorists, of the “repented” – they are treated as
pariahs in spite of the 2005 charter of national reconciliation,” the
journalist told the class.
The other journalists
greeted his story in stony silence. Then one said: “I refuse to read anything about
terrorists. We shouldn’t give them any voice, any recognition, any space.” Many nodded in agreement.
- “But he is a child. He didn’t ask to be
born to terrorist parents, he doesn’t share their views,” I tried.
- “What about the children of their victims?
Do they have a voice?” angrily replied the journalist.
Everyone in Algeria is still traumatized by
the “Black Decade” (Algiers still shuts down at night - a remnant of 10 years of curfew) and the story of the
invisible children of Algerian terrorists hit a raw nerve. But it also
generated a passionate and ultimately productive discussion around issues which
were at the very heart of our training: how do we talk about other people’s
views and experiences, especially when they disturb us? Isn’t it better to hear what a segment of the
population has to say, even if we don’t agree with them? Some strongly believe that “terrorists”
shouldn’t have a voice, but other people in Algeria believe that refugees,
homosexuals, Christians and many other groups shouldn’t either.
The story also made me appreciate even more working
with my Algerian colleague, as there are things which an outsider can only understand
intellectually.
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