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If you've been following along with me on any form of social media, you've probably seen me post about my trip to Laos. Why do I keep posting about Laos?
If you've never given a second thought to the country of Laos, that might change after you read this.
I've recently stumbled upon a massive and tragic event in American history that most Americans don't actually know about. During the Vietnam War (specifically 1964 to 1973) the United States bombed Laos - a lot. In fact, they bombed Laos more than any other country has been bombed in the history of the world. They bombed Laos more heavily than Syria, Japan, Iraq, Germany, Afghanistan, France, and Israel. They killed thousands and thousands of innocent Lao civilians (98% of the people killed by bombs were civilians). And you haven't heard about this, because it was a covert war done in top secret.
And if that wasn't bad enough, 30% of the bombs that were dropped, never detonated. They're still littered around the beautiful country of Laos - waiting to explode. Every year, hundreds of unsuspecting Lao civilians accidentally step or strike a bomb and are killed or maimed.
Laos didn't ask for this - they didn't asked to be carpet bombed for 9 years straight. And they certainly don't deserve to continue living in fear forty years later.
Ok, So What?
So what? War is ugly. The US has done a lot of bad things.
"Our healthcare system is a mess! We have Trump for president! Our debt is unfathomable and our country is full of racists!"
Okay, so the United States isn't perfect. This isn't new information, our nation is one of the youngest empires in the world. We are the great experiment. But that doesn't mean we can't try to redeem ourselves to Laos.
Laos didn't receive some occasional bombs here and there because of it's unfortunate neighbor during the Vietnam War. Laos was deliberately carpet bombed for nine years under three United States presidents. This was intentional and it was brutal--and the war goes on for them them every single day.
There are organizations in Laos like UXO Lao and MAG International that are dedicated to finding, detonating and destroying these bombs on a daily basis. They risk their lives to make Laos a safer place. However, in the past 40 years, they've only destroyed less than 1% of the bombs (to put it in perspective).
This is horrible! So what do you want me to do, Erin!?
Start by telling your friends. The United States spent more money in 10 days of bombing Laos than they've donated in total to the recovery in the past 40 years. It may seem easy to blame the US government for this lack of resolve--but politicians are followers, not leaders. They haven't done anything about Laos because we haven't asked them to. Quite frankly, relatively no one even knows this happened. I visited Laos with my family on vacation a few years ago and didn't find out about this war until a few months ago!
So that's why I am making a documentary. I'm committed to making a high quality, well told, truthful, and comprehensive account of the secret war in Laos.
I need your support. Help me spread the word about Laos--don't allow this story to get further swept under the rug.
To donate to my documentary (tax deductible too!), please visit my Indiegogo fundraiser campaign.
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Thank you so much for your support!
I'm 6 weeks into a beginner, one credit martial arts course at American University.
I spend the hour leading up to my first class obsessively reminding my roommate that I'm taking a martial arts class.
"Just putting on my sneakers for my martial arts class" I say, not knowing yet that I wouldn't even need sneakers.
There are a lot of electives in college. Classes like "The History of Drugs, Sex and Rock n Roll" and "The Psychology of Dating" are attractive to many. But a Beginner's Martial Arts? Not everyone's first choice.
So how did a 21-year-old-maryland-born-sorority-girl-film-major end up in a dojo? I'm a curious person. I do what I want. And what I wanted to do this semester was learn the art of martial fighting.
I had zero interest in martial arts until I started watching a tv show that featured very specific styles of ancient Chinese martial arts. Then it started talking about chi and chakras and other words that are fun to say. Then I started to research it more and more and because fascinated. I thought it was so interesting how the body, soul and mind could be improved so drastically by the ancient practice of martial fighting.
Growing up with four older brothers, I had to learn how to stand my ground at a young age.
I learned that 1. long nails are vital for self-defense and 2. everyone has a ticklish spot.
Even though I didn't realize it until now, my childhood actually consisted quite a bit of martial arts. I attended my older brother's karate lessons and would try to follow along while my mom waited with the other parents (mom you should have seen I was a prodigy then why didn't you push me harder). I spent many hours watching my brothers play Final Fantasy and K.O. on Play Station. When I picture myself as a child, I see a young girl with sticks in her hair and mud on her face crouching in my creek plotting out my next big move in the neighborhood pine cone war. I remember sitting in the basement watching my brother James do knuckle pushups and he would show me the machete he kept in his closet (he's a really peaceful guy I promise). I'm just now starting to realize it sounds like I had quite the violence-filled childhood for a sweet suburban family of 8, but don't worry. My brothers would always "turn down the gore setting" on Grand Theft Auto when I came downstairs to watch them play. We weren't barbarians!
ANYWAY, despite my half-baked warrior princess of the Maryland bamboo forests childhood, I'd never been into fighting. Anyone who knows me knows I prefer to live my life conflict-free, I'm a mediator. I'm not going to even pretend to act like I know even the basics of Martial Arts, I really don't, I'm such a newbie. But in the 6 weeks I've been learning, it's transformed my life in ways that are hard to describe.
Taking a Martial Arts course will be the most humbling yet most empowering thing you'll ever do. This didn't sink in until we received our uniforms, the "gi". I wasn't ready for the gi. Up until this point, my fellow pupils and I were just wearing work out clothes to class. But one day we walk in and they hand us our uniforms. We all trade in our Nike and Under Armour apparel for the fresh, stiff, pearly white gis. They teach us how to properly tie a belt (which I'm still practicing).
Look here's a picture of me in mine!!!!!! Pretty sure they had to order one made for a 5th grade boy for me!!!!!!!!!! Mirror pix 4 lyfe.
I'm ashamed to say, that my first thought was, "oh wow, I have to walk through my college gym wearing this?!" My fresh white gi and pearly white belt weren't exactly the coolest thing to be seen in. Which is stupid of me to even think, because gis are a sacred uniform and should be worn with pride. But being a white belt means I'm a beginner, and beginners aren't cool. I know they say an expert in anything was once a beginner, but I forgot how humbling being a beginner at something actually is.
Moral of the story? Seize the day. Take your martial arts class, whatever that is to you.
Do something you're interested in, create room to discover new passions. Do something unusual! Sling shot yourself out of your warm, fuzzy comfort zone.
Martial Arts is great because it challenges me to keep myself healthy (mentally and physically), teaches me self-defense and a specific set of skills. If putting "orange belt in Korean Tae Kwon Do" on my resume is wrong I don't wanna be right. Just kidding. Maybe.
P.S. Shout out to my roommates for smiling and nodding as I show them what I learned in class. I know you don't care, but the smiling and nodding makes me feel loved and special.
Angela & Matt's Engagement Photoshoot
Ang and Matt's late summer/early fall engagement session in Annapolis, MD. We had a gorgeous overcast day and Annapolis was hopping with yachters and locals, and the bars were packed with people watching college football.
Ang is my brother-in-law's sister (does that make her my sister-in-law?) and they have shared custody (debatable) of the lovable pit Gus!
So he came along for a few shots :)
That lens flare + that kiss!
Ang said she "didn't want a ton of ring shots" but wow, look at this gorgeous ring! (Good job, Matt ;)
Late summer sun, sitting on a beautiful dock listening to the seagulls and waves.
Congrats, Ang & Matt!! I know you will have a beautiful wedding and even more beautiful marriage :)
All photos were shot in manual on a Cannon t3i with a 50mm lens. Photos by Erin McGoff. Do not use without permission.