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Carol Zuegner

About Carol Zuegner

I am a journalism professor at Creighton University in Omaha, Nebraska. I teach writing, social media, media entrepreneurship, international mass communication and I am lucky enough to be a part of Backpack Journalism. I focus on interviewing, writing and being Mama Zoogs.

Home

I’m not sure where the two weeks went that we spent in Nogales. It’s a blur of work, of intense experiences, of laughter, of tears, of learning about migration, our country, ourselves. I have said it before and I’ll say it many times again: John O’Keefe, Nico Sandi, Nichole Jelinek and I are blessed to work with such a terrific group of students.

Their dedication to the project, to the learning and to the community we built is something to be treasured. John, Tim Guthrie (one of our team who couldn’t make this trip) and I often say we want to make a good movie, but our main goal is to make good people.  We have much work to do in the next one and one-half weeks. What we experienced will sink in with reflection and time away. I am confident this year we will have a good film. We already have good people.

Being home is lo

Group picture of Backpack journalism crew and Daniela Vargas
The Backpack Journalism group with Daniela Vargas outside our home away from home.

vely. My dog. My bed. My house. But as I try to tell family and friends about my experiences over the past two weeks, I am a little at a loss for words. How can I adequately explain that moment in the Kino Border Initiative comedor when Sister Alicia — playing a simple game of gestures — brings smiles to the faces of men who have been and still are lost and struggling? How can I describe the stark desert landscape scarred by the metal, rusting wall that seems to symbolize inhumanity?

I am confident the words of those we interviewed and the compelling footage we shot will help bring those stories to life. Our task is a heavy burden, but one we welcome.  As Pope Francis said  when  he went to the America-Mexico border earlier this year: Instead of measuring migration with statistics,  “we want instead to measure with names, stories, families.”

Blessed to be a witness

There’s a song by Ben Harper that has become the unofficial anthem of Backpack Journalism (yes, this is besides our dance songs like  Justin Timberlake’s “Can’t  Stop the Feeling” with a close

Group photo of Backpack Journalism and two vans
The Backpack Journalism group in the Sonoran desert. Photo by Nico Sandi and drone

second being  Abba’s “Dancing Queen,” and the “Coyote” song.)

Harper’s song is called “Blessed to be a Witness.” It fits perfectly with our mantra that it is our responsibility as journalists and people to bear witness, to be men and women for and with others. From the terrific blogs written by these students, you can see how deeply they feel that imperative to bear witness. It is difficult. Bearing witness can shake what you’ve believed. Bearing w

itness can make you sad and uncomfortable. Bearing witness can mean you have tears rolling down your face as your listen to a young woman’s story of her migrant family and the responsibility she feels.

One of the best and worst parts of being a journalist is your closeness to tragedy and to joy and to everything in-between. What you learn can make you angry or frustrated or just happy.

The responsibility and joy of bearing witness comes home to me as I work with my colleagues and the terrific group of Backpack Journalism students here at the border between the United States and Mexico

. Their capacity to bear witness and their dedication to the task inspire me everyday.

 

Making all feel welcome

We are on our fourth day of work for Backpack Journalism Arizona/Mexico, but we sit and look at each other at dinner every night and say — “Has it really only been one (two)(three) days?”

We have packed a lot into a few days, spending most of our time at the border or in Mexico at the Kino Border Initiative.  We have walked along the wall, seen the “cattle chute”  that deported migrants must walk through. We have watched those mostly recently deported migrants come into the comedor,  the Kino Border Initiative’s soup kitchen, clutching their backpacks or plastic bags that hold everything. They look lost and scared and hungry. For a short time, in the midst of feeling lost, there can be a sense of belonging.The people who work there and the volunteers do everything to be welcoming. One example is Sister Alicia of the Missionary Sisters of the Eucharist, one of the partner organizations at the Kino Border initiative. She and other sisters work in the comedor and the women’s shelter. In the comedor, she never stops moving and never stops smiling.

two women laughing and smiling
Sister Alicia and Carol Z laughing over Carol’s attempts to fill salt shakers at the comedor

That smile, the movement all help to make the migrants feel at home, feel like people after a dehumanizing system has left them without a place.

Sister Alicia and everyone at the comedor work to make it a welcoming and warm place. The migrants are served the meals. Short presentations before the meal focus on dignity, rights, a song about hope. The volunteers or Sister Alicia lead the migrants in short hand exercises or cheer contests. It’s beautiful to see the faces light up with smiles and laughter.

There’s prayer too. One of the themes we are hearing likens the comedor to the Eucharistic table where gifts are prepared and shared. The power of hearing the familiar cadences of the “Our Father” — even in a language I don’t understand — brings tears to my eyes. Every time. I have been lucky enough to hear and recite that prayer in the Dominican Republic, in Africa and now at the border.

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Never stop learning

I asked the students to write a blog post about what they are learning in our whirlwind week of video, theology and feature writing. It made me realize how much I learn every time I embark on this adventure.

Photo of the Backpack Journalism 2016
Here is almost everyone as we prepare to start our journey to Arizona. (Photo by Bridget McQuillan)
  • I learn how deeply rooted Jesuit values are in these students and I am thankful for that.        I learn how quickly a community can form, one that is accepting and open and really funny.
  • I learn how glad I am for Father Daniel Hendrickson’s Creighton Global Initiative. Backpack Journalism received one of the grants and I am thankful for that. But this year I am thankful that A.J. Olnes was on the committee AND decided to join Backpack Journalism. I’d call that Creighton Global Initiative in action.
  • I learn how generous and connected the Backpack Journalism alums are as they read and comment on the blogs and show up for our reflection send-off.
  • I learn the power of saying yes to things that challenge and scare you.

Thanks to all who are helping me learn this important lessons.

Preparing for another journey

I’m finishing up getting my work ready for our Backpack Journalism class when it begins tomorrow. And I’m working on my list of lists for this week: Things to pack, things to bring, people to call, work to do.

And as I try to manage all of this, I keep smiling. Smiling because even though there is work and there are many miles and many loose ends to chase down, I am so grateful and happy to start on another Backpack Journalism trip. We have a terrific group of students. We have an important story. We have experiences ahead that I know will deeply touch all of us. So bring on the road trip, the heat, the long days, the laughter and the conversations, the joy and the sorrow.

I think I’ll start with a prayer that I used when we went to Uganda. It’s perfect for journalists and everyone else. a lhandwritten list of things to doAdapted by John Veltri, S.J.

Teach me to listen, O God, to those nearest me, my family, my friends, my co-workers. Help me to be aware that no matter what words I hear, the message is: “Accept the person I am. Listen to me.”

Teach me to listen, my caring God, to those far from me — the whisper of the hopeless, the plea of the forgotten, the cry of the anguished.

Teach me to listen, O God my Mother, to myself. Help me to be less afraid to trust the voice inside in the deepest part of me.

Teach me to listen, Holy Spirit, for your voice — in busyness and in boredom, in certainty and in doubt, in noise and in silence.

Teach me, Lord, to listen. Amen.

 

Darkness/Light

I love the lingering twilight of a Nebraska summer, when it seems it stays light so long.

Picture of Backpack Journalism group in front of a glacier
The Backpack Journalism 2014 group and a glacier.

That is, until I went to Alaska for two weeks and grew accustomed to only a glimmering of darkness and mostly light. When we were in Bethel, the sun set about 12:30 a.m. but it never got completely dark before the sun would come up again around 4. (I’m guessing here — I was not awake for the sunrise part.)

I’m glad to be back home with my dog and my shower and my couch and my bed. But I do miss the light. And the horizon of Bethel. And the mountains of Seward. And the group of people I spent so much time with.  That light I will carry with me.

 

Blessed to be a witness

Nichole cutting fish.
Nichole Jelinek preparing our freshly caught salmon for lunch.

We’re nearing the end of our time in Bethel and already we are thinking of how we are going to miss the community here, the sunlight (I’m writing this at 11:30 p.m. and it’s bright daylight outside as the sun is just starting to set.) and the amazing opportunities we have to talk to the diverse people here and learn about their lives and culture. We’ve been able to see and hear first-hand about the impact of climate change.

The stories we are hearing are not just technical, science-type stories, but stories deeply rooted in these people’s connection with the land. We’ve heard the tundra — which seems vast and barren at first glance  — described as the “land’s plate” and the “people’s refrigerator” for the rich bounty of berries and greens that helps sustain people all year. Many of the people we have talked to learned about the land and respect for the land, sea and rivers and all that inhabit the environment from their elders. They talk of respect for the land and for the animals they catch, whether it’s salmon or moose or caribou.

Being from Nebraska, I know about sky and Plains stretching all around me. But here in rural southwestern Alaska, there’s more sky and more tundra. People have told us while on the tundra, they feel they can see the whole universe. It does feel that way. The respect for the land and for the elders is grounded in sharing  what you catch and harvest with the elders, widows and, we have found, with strangers. We are overwhelmed by the generosity in fish, cookies, produce and a wonderful pot luck.

It took a while to get back to this blog; now It’s time for lunch, which today is fresh salmon from the test fishery. People working to conserve and preserve the king salmon on the river do test catches to see how many fish are running, what kind and when. The goal is to get enough king salmon to escape to spawn upriver. Part of today’s catch — which is often distributed to elders and others — will end up on our lunch plates. Our story comes full circle.

Learning from students

This is my fourth Backpack Journalism trip and I’ve found I learn more perhaps than the students do. I learn things about myself, about the world and about them.  We have a great mix of students this year. All are eager to learn. Some are stepping gingerly out of their comfort zones and some are leaping. But everyone is so open to new experiences. It’s so wonderful to watch and so wonderful to talk to them about what they are feeling and thinking and absorbing.

We have been so fortunate to have a day of learning about historical trauma from Rose Dominic, a wonderful morning with Cecilia Martz, an afternoon with Pat Tam and an evening with Brian McCaffery. We are so lucky to have the opportunity, as short as it is, to learn as much as we can about Yup’ik culture and life in this environment.

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Getting ready to fix the salmon for dinner.

We’ve had tasty reminders of how generous everyone is: parishioners have delivered delicious fish and vegetables. Cecilia made us her terrific salmon spread. Father Mark gave us salmon for a wonderful dinner (and learning experience as students learned how to gut and fillet a fish.)

Time seems to be going so fast as we learn and soak up everything.

We’ve arrived

After one incredibly long day and night of travel, we are in Bethel. The long journey is a good reminder that we are far from home and of the incredible vastness of Alaska.

The students are settled into various sleeping places. The women have called their Sunday-school-rooms converted into sleeping space the cabin.

We went for a walk around the community of Bethel, then had pizza with CU grad Michelle DeWitt, Bethel teacher Alisha Coplin and Father Mark.

Today we start our interviews. The journey really begins.

 

The journey starts here

Where did this week go? We have indeed packed it full of video, theology, writing, blogging  interviewing and taking our traditional group photo.   Today was a test-drive on setting up the cameras, doing an interview (Thanks, Tony), finding B-roll. It was a learning experience, but I loved the enthusiasm and focus of all.

We don’t get on the plane until Sunday, but the journey has begun. I think their enthusiasm and willingness for all aspects of our experience signal good things ahead. I mean, they were excited to hear we would have oatmeal and ramen for them to eat. And rice. Because food is so expensive in Bethel, we are taking some staples and easily portable food with us. Suitcases will be brimming with clothes, sleeping bags and instant oatmeal.

I love getting to know the students, watching them grow and stretch. The boot camp means long days and so much info that all of our heads spin. The students coalesce into a group. Friday is one last day of class, then our first reflection.

The backpack crew practice setting up interview cameras while interviewee Tony takes a ohoto.
The backpack crew practice setting up
interview cameras while interviewee
Tony takes a photo.