Adad Hassan Jimali
stands next to a sign for her private camp for displaced persons. The camp,
which is in Mogadishu, Somalia, is called Nasiib Camp.
Gregory
Warner/NPR
Last year I took a drive
through the streets of Mogadishu, Somalia, in a bulletproof SUV. My seatmate
was Justin Brady, who at the time was working for the U.N. We were both wearing
body armor — standard issue for these trips — and we were followed by a second
car with more guys with guns.
Coordinating
humanitarian aid can be an incredibly risky job in Somalia, where Islamist
militants al-Shabab have declared open season on any Westerner or anyone
accused of working with the so-called Western occupier.
And yet, Brady points
out the tinted window at wooden signs, hand-painted in English. Each has the
name of a camp, and someone's phone number. Some even have bright red arrows,
as if to say: Hey aid workers, bring your food here!
We stop our small convoy
by one sign, "Najib Camp." The camp owner, Adad Hassan Jimali,
emerges to give us a tour. A stout woman in a black headscarf, she leads us
past rows of tents and old latrines.
Her camp looks like one
you might find in any war-torn country or see on CNN. But Jimali is not a
professional aid worker. She is the widow of a powerful government official who
gave her this land. She paid to have it cleared to make space for the tents.
And at first it's not clear why she's doing this. The U.N. isn't paying her a
salary to help these people. The people are mostly too poor to pay rent.
When I ask her how she
pays for all this, it's awkward. First she says she's doing it for Allah and
gets no money at all.
I ask again, and she
admits, OK, if there's some extra food from the aid agency left over, she'll take some of that, and
sell it, for cash.
Since when in the
history of giving food to starving people has there been lots of food left over?
A clue to how this camp
really operates comes when she tells me about a deal she struck with another
landowner. She put some families on his land and in exchange, she paid him
"10 percent." That is, 10 percent of the bed nets, the paraffin, the
bags of rice — whatever you've seen on some glossy photograph in a U.N.
brochure ... 10 percent of that goes not to the poor people but to the
landowner.
"That is a common
deal for everywhere," she assures me.
The Rise Of The 'Gatekeeper'
Another word for
Jimali's "common deal" is, of course, stealing. Stealing a percentage
of food and aid meant for poor people and paid for by Western taxpayers. Somali
landlords will take a cut of that aid and sell it on the open market. But while
this is obviously against U.N. rules, sometimes humanitarians have no choice.
In 2011, for example, a
massive famine swept the country. Starving people would walk for days just to
get to the nearest city for a handout. There were 7-year-old children who
looked the size of toddlers. Yet most of the country was still too dangerous
for non-Somalis to travel. Even Brady's trips — with the body armor and the
bulletproof car — were off limits. So the U.N. had to look at satellite images
of camps filling up with tents and estimate how much food to send in. Then they
would dispatch local Somalis to deliver the food and hope it got where it was
supposed to go. It was not ideal.
Edem Wosornu with the
U.N. was helping coordinate the humanitarian effort in Somalia during 2011.
"All we could think about was save lives," she said in a recent
interview. "Save lives! Get the assistance in. We knew that some of the
assistance would be diverted but what could you do? In the absence of the
perfect system? Assist the people, save lives, that was your mantra."
To the West, the famine
was a moral imperative. To some Somalis, it was a business opportunity. Somalia
is too dangerous for aid workers to set up their own camps. So entrepreneurs
like Jimali could set up private camps and stock them with people. She could go
to villages affected by famine and say — come with me, I got some land.
Sometimes she could purchase the people from other camp owners.
"You see these
orphans?" she says, pointing at some kids in the camp. "Some of them
I have collected from other camps! Some of them I have collected from their
villages."
This business of
collecting and trading displaced people became so common that aid workers
coined a term for these camp owners. Consultant Erik Bryld says they're called
"gatekeepers."
If you wanted to reach
out to displaced people in Somalia, he said, "this was the only way you
could do it. It was practiced, and accepted, but sort of with closed eyes. You
would need to go through the gatekeepers."
Gatekeepers he says can
make aid delivery possible in an impossible situation. They have connections in
the complex clan networks that keep them safe. No matter what violence happens
in Somalia — grenade attacks, suicide bombs — they stay open for business.
Those wooden signs go nowhere.
That's unlike the United
Nations humanitarian teams, which right now can barely travel anywhere in
Mogadishu.
Unregulated And Unmonitored
But as a business, the
privatized camp industry is unregulated and unmonitored. In a different camp I
meet Halima Sheikh Ali, a displaced person outside her tent.
She tells a story about
an aid agency distributing 100 ration cards, which are cards that give very
desperate people access to food distributions, like impromptu soup kitchens.
She says her gatekeeper kept 85 of those cards to give to his militiamen or
sell on the open market. That's way higher than the 10 percent cut Jimali said
was standard, but other displaced people have reported similarly high rates of
stealing.
A Human Rights Watch
report called "Hostages of the Gatekeepers" reported growing sexual violence in the
camps against women and girls.
Other researchers found that gatekeepers will confiscate ration cards to make sure the people in their camps don't
escape. And a U.N. report found that while "a large proportion" of
aid never reaches the intended beneficiaries, the aid agencies mostly keep silent about it.
"A culture of denial and secrecy continues to exist that prevents the
humanitarian community from sharing bad experiences," the report found.
Aid agencies fear that if they reveal how much of their aid is being stolen by
gatekeepers, Western governments like the U.S. and Britain will take away their
contracts and give them to another aid agency that either doesn't know or
doesn't tell. These government donors, the U.N. report found, "are
responsible for contributing to this culture of silence."
After Brady and I
finished our tour of the camps and returned to the U.N. compound for a beer, he
told me that gatekeepers are simply "playing with other people's
lives." Desperate people, who might have been driven into the city because
of famine or armed conflict in their home village. "They might have been
shepherds who no longer have a flock, and in fact they have become the flock,"
Brady said. "They are now the sheep that are herded around this city, and
used for the gain of others."
Some gatekeepers would
exaggerate the size of their so-called flocks. If your camp gets more aid for
having more people, a simple way to cheat is to build fake tents. Fake tents
that would look real on satellite photos or on a hasty drop-in visit by aid
workers.
Somalis called them "rice huts," meant to attract no people,
only the bags of rice that say Gift of the US Government.
Mark Yarnell, an
advocate for Refugees International, says aid agencies have tried many ways to
reduce the stealing. They've tried to monitor camps with satellite photos and
keep in touch with camp informers by cellphone. Since bags of rice can be
easily stolen and traded on the market, they've tried to give out cooked rice
instead. But guess who started charging admission to the food lines?
In the end, Yarnell
says, humanitarians have been unable to get around the basic fact that
gatekeepers are on the ground and — because of insecurity — aid agencies are
not. "So how do you actually stop this system that's so deeply entrenched
in Mogadishu?" he asks.
And what he proposes seems shocking from the mouth of someone who
spends all of his working hours advocating for displaced people. "Cut off
the flow of resources!" he says. "Cut off the supply, and they'll
have to look for other business opportunities!"
This may sound drastic,
but Yarnell is not saying stop aid to all of Somalia — he's suggesting that the
U.N. not send aid to camps that are wildly abusing the system. Places where you
have gatekeepers who are committing rape or stealing 85 percent of the aid. Consultant Bryld has proposed
working more closely with the "good" gatekeepers. But these are not ideas that the U.N. is ready
to hear.
Edem Wosornu is now the
new head of the U.N. OCHA. She says that cutting off aid to so-called bad
gatekeepers is unethical ("The humanitarian imperative means that you have
to assist people") and working with "good" gatekeepers is impossible
(there is no "list of gatekeepers in Mogadishu," she says).
But wouldn't it be
helpful to make such a list? To be more honest about the fact that gatekeepers are part of the system. And say OK, at least this
one only steals 10 percent, but this one's stealing 80?
Wosornu shakes her head.
"I'm shaking my
head because I'm thinking, then it would be accepted that they should be there.
They shouldn't be there!"
"But," I say,
"saying they shouldn't be there doesn't help them not to be there."
"I know!" She
laughs. "I know. I know. I guess I'm stuck with perfection."
Life As Someone's Investment
Perfection to Wosornu
means that Somalia should get what other countries in crisis have: Public land
for displaced people. Secure enough for aid agencies to set up shop and make
sure that aid gets where it should. Wosornu says that "the Somali
authorities can decide to move the people tomorrow."
And finally, the U.N.
got its chance to see exactly that. In September 2012, Somalis elected a
government, the first in 21 years. And the government offered land to house
displaced people in a remote Mogadishu suburb called Deynile. It said it had
enough land for 50,000 at least.
Mostly what the Somali
government wanted was to get rid of all those dirty tents in downtown
Mogadishu, and put up luxury hotels and shopping malls. Do some economic
development of its own.
Cheaper to deliver
services to than lots of little private camps. With better living conditions
and clean water, good sanitation and even medical clinics. But Deynile did not
have a plan for one thing of utmost importance in Somalia: Security. Even as
the rest of Mogadishu was getting safer, Deynile was a wasteland, with nightly
raids by Islamist militants. And the government had no real proposal to protect
the tens of thousands of people it planned to dump there.
As the U.N. and
government were sorting out this security issue, the gatekeepers did not sit
around waiting for their businesses to be squashed. They rented new plots. Sent
in militias. Forced camp residents to relocate. The government got its downtown
real estate. Gatekeepers protected their investment. The whole private camp
network didn't disappear — it simply picked up and moved a few miles west.
So how did the residents
feel about being herded around like property?
The relocations happened
after I left Mogadishu, so I sent in a recorder with Yarnell of Refugees
International when he visited one of these new camps.
He met a woman, a mother
of seven, who did not want her name used, because people who speak out against
gatekeepers can be assaulted or worse. She told him that militiamen showed up
one day in her camp and gave them until sunset to pack what they could carry.
That's when she realized her gatekeeper had "sold them over"; that
is, traded them all to a new custodian.
"Everybody left
however they could," the woman said. "Some took public buses. Some
collected their stuff and their children and went on foot."
When they arrived at the
new camp they found nothing. No latrines. No food. No surprise there; the aid
agencies hadn't shown up yet. It was nothing like the fully stocked settlement
in Deynile that the U.N. and government promised to offer.
But this woman took a
look around at this hinterland and she felt ... safe. Barring being given her
old life back — her farm and the livestock she lost in the famine — this
feeling of safety was the most precious thing she could ask for.
"We feel relaxed in
this place," she said. "Allah has blessed us with peacefulness. We're
not suffering here. The only problem is that here there is no water."
Yarnell says that in
several of his interviews people told him that when the gatekeeper told them to
go, they willingly followed, because it was safer to stay in the group. Safer
to stay in the flock.
So far, the government
plan hasn't materialized. No one lives in Deynile. It's still a dream. And
until it happens, some people have clearly made the decision that its better to
be somebody else's asset, somebody's investment, than risk being on one's own
in a country where life has had so little value for so long.
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