Thursday, April 9, 2009

Why?


I just came from Tara's blog and I can't shake the post I read: Paris Parfait: The way some people live. Please stop by and read it, and when you link to the original source, read the comments, they are perhaps the most infuriating and the reason why this still exists. People excuse inhumanity or simply dismiss it, "Oh it is not perfect, it happens everywhere." Here is another excerpt from that article, it is about how some people live in what many believe to be the paradise of Dubai:

VII. The Lifestyle

All the guidebooks call Dubai a "melting pot", but as I trawl across the city, I find that every group here huddles together in its own little ethnic enclave – and becomes a caricature of itself. One night – in the heart of this homesick city, tired of the malls and the camps – I go to Double Decker, a hang-out for British expats. At the entrance there is a red telephone box, and London bus-stop signs. Its wooden interior looks like a cross between a colonial clubhouse in the Raj and an Eighties school disco, with blinking coloured lights and cheese blaring out. As I enter, a girl in a short skirt collapses out of the door onto her back. A guy wearing a pirate hat helps her to her feet, dropping his beer bottle with a paralytic laugh.

I start to talk to two sun-dried women in their sixties who have been getting gently sozzled since midday. "You stay here for The Lifestyle," they say, telling me to take a seat and order some more drinks. All the expats talk about The Lifestyle, but when you ask what it is, they become vague. Ann Wark tries to summarise it: "Here, you go out every night. You'd never do that back home. You see people all the time. It's great. You have lots of free time. You have maids and staff so you don't have to do all that stuff. You party!"

They have been in Dubai for 20 years, and they are happy to explain how the city works. "You've got a hierarchy, haven't you?" Ann says. "It's the Emiratis at the top, then I'd say the British and other Westerners. Then I suppose it's the Filipinos, because they've got a bit more brains than the Indians. Then at the bottom you've got the Indians and all them lot."

They admit, however, they have "never" spoken to an Emirati. Never? "No. They keep themselves to themselves." Yet Dubai has disappointed them. Jules Taylor tells me: "If you have an accident here it's a nightmare. There was a British woman we knew who ran over an Indian guy, and she was locked up for four days! If you have a tiny bit of alcohol on your breath they're all over you. These Indians throw themselves in front of cars, because then their family has to be given blood money – you know, compensation. But the police just blame us. That poor woman."

A 24-year-old British woman called Hannah Gamble takes a break from the dancefloor to talk to me. "I love the sun and the beach! It's great out here!" she says. Is there anything bad? "Oh yes!" she says. Ah: one of them has noticed, I think with relief. "The banks! When you want to make a transfer you have to fax them. You can't do it online." Anything else? She thinks hard. "The traffic's not very good."

When I ask the British expats how they feel to not be in a democracy, their reaction is always the same. First, they look bemused. Then they look affronted. "It's the Arab way!" an Essex boy shouts at me in response, as he tries to put a pair of comedy antlers on his head while pouring some beer into the mouth of his friend, who is lying on his back on the floor, gurning.

Later, in a hotel bar, I start chatting to a dyspeptic expat American who works in the cosmetics industry and is desperate to get away from these people. She says: "All the people who couldn't succeed in their own countries end up here, and suddenly they're rich and promoted way above their abilities and bragging about how great they are. I've never met so many incompetent people in such senior positions anywhere in the world." She adds: "It's absolutely racist. I had Filipino girls working for me doing the same job as a European girl, and she's paid a quarter of the wages. The people who do the real work are paid next to nothing, while these incompetent managers pay themselves £40,000 a month."

With the exception of her, one theme unites every expat I speak to: their joy at having staff to do the work that would clog their lives up Back Home. Everyone, it seems, has a maid. The maids used to be predominantly Filipino, but with the recession, Filipinos have been judged to be too expensive, so a nice Ethiopian servant girl is the latest fashionable accessory.

It is an open secret that once you hire a maid, you have absolute power over her. You take her passport – everyone does; you decide when to pay her, and when – if ever – she can take a break; and you decide who she talks to. She speaks no Arabic. She cannot escape.

In a Burger King, a Filipino girl tells me it is "terrifying" for her to wander the malls in Dubai because Filipino maids or nannies always sneak away from the family they are with and beg her for help. "They say – 'Please, I am being held prisoner, they don't let me call home, they make me work every waking hour seven days a week.' At first I would say – my God, I will tell the consulate, where are you staying? But they never know their address, and the consulate isn't interested. I avoid them now. I keep thinking about a woman who told me she hadn't eaten any fruit in four years. They think I have power because I can walk around on my own, but I'm powerless."

The only hostel for women in Dubai – a filthy private villa on the brink of being repossessed – is filled with escaped maids. Mela Matari, a 25-year-old Ethiopian woman with a drooping smile, tells me what happened to her – and thousands like her. She was promised a paradise in the sands by an agency, so she left her four year-old daughter at home and headed here to earn money for a better future. "But they paid me half what they promised. I was put with an Australian family – four children – and Madam made me work from 6am to 1am every day, with no day off. I was exhausted and pleaded for a break, but they just shouted: 'You came here to work, not sleep!' Then one day I just couldn't go on, and Madam beat me. She beat me with her fists and kicked me. My ear still hurts. They wouldn't give me my wages: they said they'd pay me at the end of the two years. What could I do? I didn't know anybody here. I was terrified."

One day, after yet another beating, Mela ran out onto the streets, and asked – in broken English – how to find the Ethiopian consulate. After walking for two days, she found it, but they told her she had to get her passport back from Madam. "Well, how could I?" she asks. She has been in this hostel for six months. She has spoken to her daughter twice. "I lost my country, I lost my daughter, I lost everything," she says.

As she says this, I remember a stray sentence I heard back at Double Decker. I asked a British woman called Hermione Frayling what the best thing about Dubai was. "Oh, the servant class!" she trilled. "You do nothing. They'll do anything!"

10 comments:

Susana said...

I hate those expats... I lived away from Spain for almost 20 years and met lots of awful, useless people like those brits. They're shameful.

There's an interesting article about "modern slavery" and how badly migrant workers are treated in Dubai, called "Dark side of the Dubai dream" at http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/7985361.stm

willow said...

So sadly true. My husband has been there numerous times and has seen it first hand.

rosemary said...

How can these people not see that treating a human being like that is the exact same slavery as if they were going to an auction block to buy a person in chains? I hate the way they justify that behavior to themselves. I run into "ex-pats" with mindsets like this sometimes in Thailand but I refuse to associate socially with them.

My Castle in Spain said...

i read many articles about modern slavery which apparently exists in various parts of the world.
So outrageous

Annie Coe said...

I had no idea, it is beyond awful and how do these people look themselves in the mirror?

From This Moment to That said...

I was in United Arab Emirates over thirty years ago, but in Abu Dhabi not Dubai. There were tight enclaves of ex-pats who had servants, but back then there were certainly no night-clubs that I knew of. I refused to have a servant and barely socialised with other ex-pats, preferring to stay home or visit friends who were Egyptians, simply because I disliked the way the expatriots behaved. Tho' I never saw drunken behaviour outside, people seemed very aware of being guests of the country. We were warned that if we were in a taxi that had an accident it would be 'we, who had hired the taxi' who would be held responsible. Regardless of whether your driver was at fault of not. I used to pray each time we went out!
I am really shocked to read of the dreadful behaviour going on in Dubai now!

The Wanderers' Daughter said...

i hadn't read this yet on Tara's blog - it's appalling.

Keri said...

This is so sad and so infuriating. Thank you for reminding me of this Yoli. How horrible that the embassies are even worthless.

Keri

paris parfait said...

Thanks for the nod, Yoli. The more people who are aware of the dreadful situation in Dubai - and in many other countries - the better. I know personally of stories of maids and servants being abused in various ME countries. I don't know what aid organisations are doing to try to remedy the situation - probably only as much as the Dubai government will allow, which is not much - they want to keep the situation quiet. Sigh.

Renee said...

These people are truly revolting. How you could ever live like this and think it is okay.

Disgusting.

Renee xoxo