by andrewkooman on September 12, 2011
I had the privilege to speak at a Peace + Literacy event at the Dawe branch of the Red Deer Public Library last week. As I prepared to speak, I was reminded of my grandparents who immigrated to Canada after the Second World War. I was grateful I could share some of their story, including the [...]
by andrewkooman on November 3, 2010
The next group of Vietnamese detainees were more fortunate. Ellen had tickets for ten of the eleven. Seven men and three women. The lone unfortunate was a few weeks away from being given the same good news. Ellen tenderly touched his cheek and told him to be strong as he waited patiently for release. A [...]
by andrewkooman on October 27, 2010
The first group of Vietnamese men marched from their block two by two. Handcuffed in pairs, free arms holding the shoulder of the detainee in front of them, heads down. They entered the small building, sat in two neat rows, cross legged, leaning against each other. Seven in total. They were all young. Haggard and [...]
by andrewkooman on October 26, 2010
Lani Ledingham did a nice write up featuring my writing in the latest edition of the Red Deer College Alumni Magazine the Notebook. You can read the article here.
by andrewkooman on October 20, 2010
The Detention Centre we visited is tucked away in a small town, about an hour and a half drive from the main city where we met. We drove through the rain, a down pour of tremendous rain drops that threw themselves against the windshield with incredible force. Ellen drove her small Proton at a casual [...]
by andrewkooman on October 13, 2010
Change Noor’s name – he has done so himself – to another. Make it Hashim, or Ishmael. The names change but the stories have similar strands. Yet the threads that tie the stories together are not rich in hue: golds, emeralds, reds, weaving together a beautiful coat of colour. They are more like the clear [...]
by andrewkooman on October 6, 2010
He had no reason to lie to us. The tears on his face said it all. They appeared suddenly, streamed clear lines on his dark skin. The first, the only tears I saw during my time meeting with refugees in Malaysia, listening to their stories of survival, of exile, of suffering and displacement. Tears precious [...]
by andrewkooman on July 14, 2010
Read the article by Mark Weber of the Red Deer Express