Jeremy Boo

irregular, longwinded pieces

Tag: ICRC Young Reporter Competition

Why I wrote a story about slums in Manila

My introduction in today’s spread was shortened, perhaps for brevity or house style.

This was what I wrote:

When Jeremy Boo, 22, led a journalism trip to the Philippines as part of his Mass Communication course in Ngee Ann Polytechnic, the first thing that struck him was the rigid dichotomy between the rich and the poor—just outside his hotel window in Makati, the country’s Central Business District, the poor and homeless linger opposite Starbucks and beside a strip club.

“People who were there but not there. People who spoke but were not heard, people who existed but were not seen. Invisible men are what Filipinos are in the heart of this country,” wrote Filipino writer Conrado De Quiros about the poor in his book, Tongues On Fire.

It was then he knew that he wanted to write a story about poverty but it was too difficult to explore this dichotomy with the little time he had.

Incidentally, the helper of a local photojournalist, whom was facilitating a journalism session, has a sister who worked in Singapore as a maid. Jeremy seized this opportunity to better understand the Filipino people to find out what are some of their aspirations, their fears, and their motivations. And why are they still trapped in the quandary of poverty? Where is home, when you have spent years working overseas? Where is home, when you live your life moving from street to bridge?

It was difficult to find these answers even as he stayed in slums for three days. Often, he found that these answers sometimes lurk in the subtlest things: a twitch of an eye when memories about family are recalled; that pharmacies sell syringes but not condoms; how drink and fun takes precedence over food; the way youth frequently describe their peers as chismos; the helplessness people feel as their homes are infested by the equally desperate, are demolished by the government, are razed to the ground by electrical fires and, in one instance, buried under an avalanche of sodden, burning garbage.

Poverty is not as simple as it seems. And he wanted people to know this.

Writing this story was nearly as difficult. With only three days to work, he had to quickly gain the trust of the Filipinos.

“Are you Korean? Japanese?” they would inevitably ask.

“No, Singaporean.” “Oh.”

It is a reply that is short but eloquent. Many Filipinos he met perceived Singaporeans to be brash, proud, and arrogant.

He managed to speak to them only after much listening, patience, and sensitivity. It was fortunate that the few locals who trusted him acted as interpreters when they needed to and took care in introducing him to their friends and neighbours.

Still, there was a harrowing experience when loitering strangers repeatedly uncocked and cocked a rifle, which he cannot determine whether it is real, outside the house of a person he was interviewing. He was led out through a different route in the end.

About a year after he returned from the Philippines, Mr Robin Yee, the lecturer who supervised him during the trip, read online about the International Committee of the Red Cross’ (ICRC) Young Reporter Competition and urged him to participate.

Despite being hesitant in the beginning, he took part in the competition because he wanted people to know about what he had seen and heard in the Philippines. Also more persuasive was the opportunity to continue telling stories about people, as ICRC will fly five winners to an area of armed conflict—Georgia, Lebanon, Liberia, Senegal, or the Philippines—on a reportage trip.

By winning this competition, he will travel to Georgia, where simmering tensions boiled over in the 2008 South Ossetia War, in February next year. He expects that the stories he encounters this time will be more challenging as the problems that the Georgians face are more hidden, and hence more difficult to illustrate, than problems like poverty; the problems of displacement and missing family members, for instance.

And even as he attempts to find an undergraduate course that satisfies his curiosities, he intends to work or volunteer, even if it is for a stint, in the frontline of a humanitarian organisation. This way, he will be able to truly empathise and witness the tales he have heard of blood shed and lives torn asunder.

Otherwise his stories will only be, as George Orwell has so clearly expressed in his essay Inside The Whale, “written by a person to whom murder 
is at most a word.”


The Straits Times

I’m not sure how long this will be up but there is an online version you may read in its entirety.

While I am gratified to be written about in The Straits Times, there are three corrections I wish to make:

  1. My mother has ALS but she had it for about two years
  2. She didn’t exactly ask me to use my voice to tell stories. She did however support my decision to study journalism before she even had ALS. And even now, she still supports my assignments (even it involves an area of armed conflict)
  3. I wanted to study Mass Communication in the School of Film & Media Studies at Ngee Ann Polytechnic since I was 14. A friend pointed out that the math does not add up; I was already in Year Two three years ago.

On another note, some of my peers found the headline quite interesting.

You may also want to read another perspective published by the School of Film & Media Studies in their News updates.

Winning the ICRC Young Reporter Competition

I was frankly quite surprised when the call from Switzerland came to notify me that I won the competition.

After I was told that I was one of 12 shortlisted—and after the long-distance phone interview with a panel of judges which I was convinced I completely mangled, I was torn between hope (that I would actually win), euphoria/confidence (of  winning), and despair (of not daring to expect to win).

I only began to fully appreciate what happened after I saw the ICRC’s press release, official announcement, and Facebook page. The win was in a peculiar state of suspended reality especially since there was an press embargo between the phone call and the official announcement, so I could not share the news with too many people or discuss it freely.

Someone asked me how did I get interested in reporting about humanitarian issues.

I realised I needed to tell stories the day I realised that very few people understand suffering, poverty, strife, and discrimination. Apathy set in and spreads like dry rot. They watch it on televisions and read it on newspapers like a form of entertainment. They study these in books but they cannot imagine that such situations in the world actually exist.

And many of those who have seen such situations with their very own eyes believe in simplistic solutions, turning good intentions into a twisted form of poverty tourism.

I believe that it is when people are able to experience emotionally the lives of others, will they then be able to empathise and truly help in their own capacities.

I find strength in what I do because I have seen how people find courage in the most difficult times.

And that keeps me going.

A recurring thought

I’ll try not to be too depressing.

Jeremy Boo,

Jan 2011