NEW CHAPTER BEGINS

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Yearwood opens the 65th annual  IPI World Congress in Doha, Qatar.

I left the Miami Herald a week ago after 13 great years as the newspaper’s World Editor. The story appeared in Richard Prince’s Journal-isms, which I’m sharing below.

Yearwood Leaves Miami Herald After 13 Years

John Yearwood, who as world editor of the Miami Herald became increasingly active in international press freedom issues as executive board chair of the Vienna-based International Press Institute, ended 13 years at the Herald on Wednesday.

“I’ve voluntarily left the Miami Herald after a terrific 13-year run,” Yearwood said in an electronic response to those emailing him at the Herald.
Aminda “Mindy” Marqués  Gonzalez, Herald executive editor and vice president, messaged Journal-isms Thursday, “We have not named a replacement yet.”

Yearwood posted a photo of himself on his Twitter account Wednesday with Patrick Talamantes, president and CEO of the McClatchy Co., the Herald’s corporate parent.

“Great way to spend my last day with #McClatchy. Terrific meeting at HQ with @ptalamantes, president & CEO. #grtguy,” Yearwood wrote. McClatchy’s corporate headquarters are in Sacramento, Calif. Yearwood was in Silicon Valley for a conference of Rights Con Silicon Valley 2016, which calls itself “the world’s leading conference convened on the future of the internet.”

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Yearwood with Pat Talamantes, president and CEO of McClatchy. They met at company headquarters in Sacramento on Yearwood’s last day with McClatchy. After the meeting, Talamantes tweeted: “Nice to see you John. Thanks for all your great work. Have a productive week at #RightsCon2016 in SF. #pressfreedom”

Yearwood, a native of Trinidad and Tobago, has been the Herald’s world editor since 2003. He had been national/international editor and assistant city editor for government and politics at the Fort Worth Star-Telegram and spent 10 years at the Dallas Morning News, where he reported from Europe, Africa, Asia and the Caribbean.

“I’m incredibly fortunate and blessed to have been able to do everything I wanted at the Herald — far more than I ever thought possible when I arrived 13 years ago,” Yearwood emailed Journal-isms on Thursday.

“It’s been a great run that includes coordinating the landmark Afro-Latin American series, coverage of the Great Quake in Haiti and dramatic changes in Cuba, rescuing a staffer detained in Venezuela and initiating Herald scholarships to honor its first African-American reporter. Along the way, I helped galvanize Miami after the quake to save Ayikodans, Haiti’s brilliant modern dance company, a cultural institution.

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Haitian modern dance company Ayikodans has performed to sold-out audiences in Miami since 2010’s devastating earthquake. Yearwood led a community effort to save the company.

“I was honored on my last day to spend some time with Pat Talamantes, McClatchy’s president and CEO, in a great discussion of some of the issues confronting the company and industry.

“I plan to take the next month to complete some significant global travel commitments then decide with my family whether to accept a position in journalism or go in a different direction.

“Whatever I decide to do, however, I intend to continue my strong commitment to a free press and free expression. I’m incredibly proud of our work at the International Press Institute, where we just wrapped up our 65th World Congress in Doha, Qatar, and are considering meeting in the U.S. next year.”

“It’s been a great run that includes leading the landmark Afro-Latin American series, coverage of the Great Quake in Haiti and dramatic changes in Cuba, and initiating Herald scholarships to honor its first African-American reporter. Along the day, I helped galvanize Miami after the quake to save Ayikodans, Haiti’s brilliant modern dance company, a cultural institution.

According to Yearwood’s bio, “his department has won multiple awards under his leadership, including two McClatchy Company President’s Awards and the Arthur Ross Award for best coverage of Latin America.  . . .”

Yearwood has been treasurer of the National Association of Black Journalists and a board member of Unity: Journalists of Color, Inc.

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Yearwood with Miami Herald World Desk staffers Mimi Whitefield, Jacqueline Charles and Andres Oppenheimer after receiving the COSMOS 2016 Distinguished Citizen Award.

In 2013, the French-American Foundation asked him whether his “foreign origins, and thus a personal connection to multiple cultures, enriched your ability to report on global issues and questions pertaining to immigration?”

Yearwood replied, “Absolutely. I could not do my job as effectively if I didn’t have a personal connection to the many cultures we cover. For example, I coordinated coverage of a breakthrough series several years ago about Afro-Latin Americans. Although it’s been four years, we still get requests to republish it or for me to speak about the series.

“In fact, the Library of Congress called last fall to ask if I would make a presentation to them about the series. A lesson plan was even developed from it for high school students. Our goal was to increase the visibility of Africans in Latin America.

“In the end, the series ended up being more complex that even I envisioned. It added tons of knowledge to what we knew about blacks in the Americas. It was a huge undertaking but, again, it’s something that we probably would not have done had I not had that regional cultural sensitivity.” [Added March 31]

 

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Crashing the Grand Théâtre de Genève



theatreHow do you crash one of the great theatres of Europe? Here’s how I did it on my recent visit to Switzerland. I was in Geneva in November to attend a press freedom meeting of the International Press Institute, on whose board I sit. When the meeting ended a bit early, I emailed Armando Gonzalez, a soloist with the Geneva Ballet. Armando is a graduate of New World School of the Arts in Miami. I met him earlier this year after the Peter London Global Dance Company invited him to choreograph a piece in honor of my friend Victoria London. He suggested that I look him up if I’m ever in Geneva. He responded to my email, saying that he was about to go on stage in the season’s final production of Casse-Noisette, described as an enchanting fairy tale full of exuberant joy and lyric tenderness. One catch: I had to be at the Grand Théâtre de Genève in a half-hour.

NO TIME TO SPARE

theatre2Fifteen minutes had passed before I saw the email. What to do? Go out for drinks with friends or hustle to the theatre. I grabbed a cab and rushed to the theatre. The show had already started. I asked to purchase a ticket. Not possible, I was told. It had been sold out for weeks. (Armando later said he had planned to take me through the staff entrance.) An usher suggested that I wait for intermission and maybe Armando would answer an email telling him that I was in the lobby. As I waited, I checked out the beautiful lobby, where the production was being shown on a large screen.

Intermission. And no response.

When the bell rang to signal the show was about to resume, the theatre manager walked over to apologize. “Not a single seat is available,” he said.

As we talked, a woman waited patiently to the side with her two kids. I thanked the manager and began to leave. Just then, the woman handed him three tickets. Her children were sleepy, she said, and she was taking them home.

 ‘LUCKY DAY’

Grand Théâtre de Genève.

The manager handed me one of the tickets. “It’s your lucky day!” he said.

An usher came running and asked me to follow her. Up the stairs we ran. My benefactor had great seats: First balcony and slightly to the right of the stage. I sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the show. It’s great having Lady Luck as your dance partner!

PUSHING FOR PRESS FREEDOM IN THE CARIBBEAN

johnpressfreedomI was recently in Trinidad to  participate in a series of workshops on media self-regulation and election coverage. It was a great experience and I believe progress was made in efforts to advance press freedom in the Caribbean and in deepening election reporting. One of the local newspapers, the Trinidad Guardian, sat down with me for a report on my visit.  Journalist Reshma Ragoonath did a good job of capturing our conversation and my various presentations over the two-day session. Here’s some of her report:

IPI vice-chair to T&T journalists: Push for more press freedom

By Reshma Ragoonath
Published: Sunday, October 12, 2014
Miami Herald world editor and vice-chair of the International Press Institute John Yearwood. PHOTO: MARCUS GONZALES

International Press Institute (IPI) vice-chair and award-winning Trinidad-born journalist John Yearwood says while this country’s press freedom remains “very much alive,” local journalists must continue to push for more freedom to practice their profession. Yearwood, also chairman of the IPI North America committee and world editor at the Miami Herald, in an interview with the Sunday Guardian on Thursday, said Government’s repeal of criminal defamation was a positive step, but journalists must take charge of their enshrined right to freedom of the press.
“That (repeal) gives you a sense that although the Government does not always listen, it does on some things in helping to advance the cause of press freedom.  “But as with everything else, journalists need to continue to push and push for more freedom, and I think that is really, really important. “It is good to see that the Government is involved in helping that, but journalists need not to stop, they need to keep pushing for it,” Yearwood contended.

Yearwood, who is orignally from Point Fortin, but is now based in Miami, was in T&T last week for the Association of Caribbean Mediaworkers (ACM) and T&T Publishers and Broadcasters (TTPBA) media workshop on covering elections, at Cascadia Hotel, St Ann’s. He said more was needed to be done to protect journalists who are threatened and subjected to abuse and intimidation. This, he said, is really unfortunate. “The intimidation of some journalists, that needs to stop.” He hastened to add, that for the most part, the conditions journalists operate under in T&T “is much, much better than in many places around the world.” He said the workshop, which featured sessions on understanding the elections process, reporting on election surveys, democracy and journalistic excellence in the Caribbean and media self-regulation, was a good initiative by the ACM and TTPBA.

For the rest of Reshma’s report, go here.

VIENNA TO PRAGUE: ONE TRAIN, TWO CONDUCTORS & NO CROWNS

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I’ve recently returned from an extended visit to Europe. On many of these trips, I like to give you a behind-the-scenes look at what it’s like as I move around. This one deals with my planned travel from Vienna to Prague by train. While at the International Press Institute’s offices in Vienna, I asked Christiane Klint, membership manager, to book the trip to leave the following Sunday. She did and emailed me with instructions to pick it up at the station. When I arrived, the ticket office was closed and the machine didn’t recognize the reservation number. With the train scheduled to arrive in a few minutes, I pondered  what to do. A guy buying a ticket suggested I get on the train and sort it out with the conductor. Seemed like a good idea.

TICKET PLEASE

I got on the train and took a first-class seat. As the train pulled away, the conductor entered my compartment. “Ticket please,” he said. I handed him my iphone showing email confirmation that the ticket had been purchased. He read it and without saying a word, turned around and left. Wasn’t quite sure what to make of that but I relaxed. So much so that I fell asleep. A knock on the door jolted me awake. It was a different conductor. “Ticket, please,” he said. I explained that I already told the other conductor that I didn’t have a printed ticket. “You are in the Czech Republic now and we don’t accept electronic ticket. Only paper ticket.”

This was not going to be easy. “Can I buy a ticket from you?” I asked, thinking that I can get a refund in Prague. He said yes and quoted me a price of 28 Euros. Another problem: The change kiosk near my hotel was closed as I left at 6 a.m. and I didn’t get Euros. “You accept American dollars or credit cards?” I asked. No, he said, “only Euros or crowns (Czech currency).” We steered at each other for maybe 30 seconds. Felt like an hour.

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NO CROWNS IN THIS CAR

He pulled his iphone from a pocket and began tapping on the screen. I thought he was texting someone because he didn’t put it to his ear. “That would be $45,” he said. I prayed I had exact change; he had none. I handed him two 20s and five ones. His ticket machine hummed. He closed the cabin door as he left.

At the first stop inside the Czech Republic, I peered out the window and was stunned. The conductor, with a bag slung across his shoulder, appeared to be hurriedly walking from from the train. Was this a shakedown — or had I been dreaming?

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CAUTION ON SENDING JOURNALISTS TO SYRIA

As the International Press Institute’s North American Chairman, I released the statement below earlier this week about sending journalists to Syria, where it’s becoming increasingly dangerous for correspondents to do their jobs. Let me know what you think.

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“VIENNA, Nov 18, 2013 – The North American Committee of the International Press Institute (IPI) today called on media outlets worldwide to exercise greater care in deploying correspondents to Syria, citing an epidemic of kidnappings of journalists in the war-torn country.

The Associated Press (AP) recently reported that at least 30 journalists have been detained in Syria and 52 killed since the current conflict between loyalist and anti-government forces began in March 2011.

Those figures are consistent with the records of IPI, which in September calculated that at least 34 journalists were held or missing in Syria and that 51 journalists had died during the conflict.

“The number of journalists who have gone missing, been kidnapped or killed in Syria is shocking,” Miami Herald World Editor John Yearwood, a vice chair of IPI’s Executive Board and the chair of IPI’s North American Committee, said. “The industry needs to take urgent action to reverse this disturbing trend.” The rest of the statement here

GODS, PHARAOHS, REVOLUTIONARIES AND A SNAKE OIL SALESMAN

 SPEEDING THROUGH CAIRO
Attempting to pick up one of the pyramids of Giza.

Attempting to pick up one of the pyramids of Giza.

The best laid plans don’t often turn out the way you intended. Take Cairo. My plan was to fly to Cairo from Jordan and stay overnight. But International Press Institue business overtook my personal agenda.[11/13: I can now disclose say that my plans were upended because of a meeting with King Abdullah II.] That explains why I found myself landing in Cairo at 8:30 a.m. with plans to return to Amman in 12 hours. My friend Mohannad Sabry agreed to have one of his friends pick me up at the airport then race around the city as much as anyone can speed around a city famous for choking traffic. My first stop was Giza to see the pyramids.  That went off without a hitch. I opted for the hour-long camel tour and a guide. I saw all nine pyramids and the Sphinx. My first camel ride was great — like a boat ride, my guide said.
ESSENCE OF THE MAN
Great Sphinx of Giza. An incredible sight!

Great Sphinx of Giza. A truly remarkable sight!

The guide took me to to see an essential oil salesman at the end of the tour. The man was quick to point out that he sells “essence,” not to be confised with perfume. He insisted that I accept tea then dove into a polished presentation. I became intrigued when he mentioned that one of his oils would stop headaches in five minutes. Just rub a little on your forehead, he instructed. I happened to have a headache at that moment after an hour in the desert. He reached over and dabbed the oil around my forehead and continued with his pitch. Five minutes later, my head was still throbbing. Why, I asked. “Oh,” he said. “You need to sit with your head leaned back.” Five minutes later, no change. I pointed that out to him but then thought to myself that it really doesn’t matter. Still, the essences with names like “secrets of the desert” did smell very good so I bought less than a half bottle of one that I liked. I handed him $20 and a slight frown cracked his cheeks when I asked for my change. As I left, it wasn’t lost on me that the tea never arrived.

TAHRIR SQUARE
My next stop was Tahrir Square, headquarters of a revolution that brought down an entrenched dictator. Somehow, I expected it to be much larger given the number of people who camped out there during the revolution. I walked around the site, took pictures then continued on foot to the nearby Cairo Museum.  I’ve wanted to visit the museum for decades, ever since the Ramses II exhibit traveled to Dallas when I lived there. The museum was worth the wait. I happily paid extra to see the remains of various royal families, including members of the Ramses dynasty. I was at the museum for about an hour but would have stayed longer if I had the time.
I had lunch them walked through one of the street markets for an hour so before making my way back to the airport.
It was a very quick taste of Cairo, a city I concluded is the most picturesque I’ve ever visited although not the most beautiful. I would definitely like to return to continue my exploration.

Bites and near misses in the Caribbean and South America

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The delegation met with several newspaper owners, including here in the Dominican Republic.

I’ve just returned from almost two weeks in South America and the Caribbean as part of a mission with the Austria-based International Press Institute, the oldest press-freedom organization in the world. I serve as the IPI’s North American Chairman. Our top goal was to talk with politicians, academics and journalists about repealing criminal defamation from penal codes in the region. No journalist should have to go to jail for what they write or broadcast; issues of libel or slander should best be dealt with in civil courts.

We had far more success than we expected. Go here to read IPI releases about the mission. I later flew to Haiti to celebrate the grand opening of my friend Jeanguy Saintus’ new studio for Ayikodans, the country’s preeminent dance company. His former studio was destroyed in the 2010 earthquake.

Traveling is fraught with challenges, opportunities and danger. Here’s a behind-the-scenes look at my two weeks on the road.

 DON’T MAKE ME LATE

During a layover in Port of Spain, Dutch Ambassador Lucita Moeniralam, who represents the Eastern Caribbean, and I agreed to meet for lunch at the Trinidad Hyatt. When she arrived, she said she hoped I did not rent a car because she was headed to the airport after lunch and would give me a ride back. That should have been a warning. The Hyatt is among the best lunch spots in the country. The food did not disappoint. And Lucita, a friend whom I’ve known for years, had lots to talk about. The topics included a major party she was throwing in a week to mark the abdication of Queen Beatrix and the investiture of King Willem-Alexander. Trinidad’s new president would be among her guests.

The Dutch flag, which flew on the Ambassador's car

The Dutch flag, which flew on the Ambassador’s car.

Before I knew it, the time I had in my mind for us to leave had gone by. We quickly got up and hustled to Lucita’s car, skipping dessert. “We have 20 minutes to get to the airport,” she told her driver. Problem is, the airport is 30 minutes away – even more in traffic. Sure enough, we pulled out of the Hyatt and hit a wall of traffic. I kept my cool as we maneuvered through traffic, even taking some shortcuts I didn’t know exited. The flag flying from the front bumper helped. Trinis were surprisingly respectful, allowing us slip into ahead of them. We got to the airport with a minute to spare. Lucita hopped out the car and walked with me to the airline counter just in case the flight had closed. The agent smiled. I wasn’t late.

At security, I heard a commotion and looked around. Prime Minister Kamla Persad Bissessar had arrived for her flight with a large entourage. Could that be why traffic was so horrible at midday?

 WHERE’S MY CARD?

I called my bank before leaving home as I sometimes do to alert them to the countries I planned to visit. In Santo Domingo, I went to an ATM next to a large supermarket on the Calle El Conde pedestrian mall, which I’ve used on previous visits. The machine accepted my card then nothing happened. My card was gone. And nothing I could do would eject it.

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Calle El Conde, usually buzzing with pedestrians.

The machine belonged to one of the large banks. I called the number next to the keypad for problems with the machine. I was told the bank services the machine at 2 p.m. They would locate the card and send it to my hotel. I walked to my hotel replaying what happened in my head. At the hotel, I called my bank to report what that my card had been captured by the machine and asked for a freeze to be placed on my account. In the short time sine the card disappeared, I was told a charge had come in for $500 or roughly 20,000 pesos and another was being processed. I immediately canceled the card. The bank reminded me that I had zero liability for charges under such circumstances and the charges will be reversed. Thankfully, my liability in this case was only one of inconvenience.

IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?

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Workshop that I had to leave.

I was bitten by a bug in Suriname. I thought it was a mosquito but the swelling and discoloration that followed made me think it wasn’t a mosquito. Strangely, mosquitoes seldom bite me. No idea why. In the Dominican Republic, several days later, I became concerned when the swelling would not go down. At a meeting with local journalists in San Francisco de Macoris, I became after feeling a little lightheaded. I pulled up my pant leg and showed the swelling to IPI Executive Director Alison Bethel McKenzie, who was sitting next to me. The look on her face told me this is bad. In fact, it almost scared me! We showed it to the president of the association and she led us out of the room and to a nearby pharmacy. Luckily, her daughter is a doctor, who talked to the pharmacist about what meds to buy. The swelling has gone away and my foot, so far, has been saved.

 DON’T FORGET THE FLOWERS

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The lucky ladies with their flowers.

After dinner on Saturday night, IPI Executive Director Alison Bethel McKenzie, FIU associate journalism professor Mercedes Vigon and I grabbed some chairs in the beautiful courtyard at the Hotel Santo Domingo and settled in for a drink. A number of people were mulling around. We later realized that they were part of a wedding party. As we sat and talked, the party broke up. The bride and groom left, followed by their family and friends.Workers soon arrived to brake down the decorations. What to do with the spectacular floral arrangements? They decided to give them to us. We graciously accepted then passed them along to a couple of women sitting on the other side of the courtyard. I could tell that we made their night.

 WHERE’S THE CHEF?

At dinner one night in Suriname, we checked out a hot Chinese restaurant. The young waiter didn’t know much about the food since he didn’t like Chinese food. And he didn’t know much about local drinks since he didn’t drink. No matter. We placed out order and waited. And waited. An hour later, we called him over and asked where’s our meal. We couldn’t believe his response: “The cooks are on break.” It was only 9 p.m. and the restaurant was almost full. Who allows the cooks to go on a break? We asked to see the manager. She arrived with an apology. And she couldn’t believe what her waiter told us. “They were not on break,” she said. “He forgot to turn in your order.” She said she told him to go over and tell us what happened. Instead, he made up a crazy story. Very crazy. Would love to say the food was worth the wait. It wasn’t.

IF MUSIC IS THE FOOD OF LIFE …

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At the Ayikodans studio reopening.

Many people have said that Haiti is a smorgasbord of culture. And they’re right. Whether you’re interested in music, dance or art, you can find it in abundance in Haiti. I have for years supported the Ayikodans dance company, which has come back strong after the country’s devastating earthquake three years ago. I was honored to be in Port-au-Prince for the reopening of the company’s dance studio, which was destroyed in the quake.

 

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Silibo members blowing the roof off the room.

While there, my friend Youri Mevs took a small group of friends into a neighborhood behind the Kinam Hotel to meet some of her friends. We weren’t sure of what to expect. Them the young men pulled out their horns. And music filled the small room. The group is called Silibo, meaning a place of happiness. And the room was that and more Monday afternoon.

As Silibo played, residents elbowed their way into the room. Others pushed against a small window, their eyes peeking into the room. It was magical.

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Residents press against half-open window to peek into the room.

The group has been around for 12 years and plays mostly for fun. Check out some of their music here. Youri’s dream is to have some professional players from the U.S. come to Haiti to spend time teaching and learning from Silibo. Youri is passionate about anything she’s committed to and I have do doubt that will happen. When it does, count me in for the finale.