Entering the Global MDP Network
Perspectives from Dublin
by
Sinead Harris-Jones
Acute renal failure anaemia. That was my official
diagnosis when I was being medically evacuated from Ethiopia to South
Africa. All I could think was, 'What did I get myself into?'
I landed in Ethiopia in 2007, right before the upcoming
drought and subsequent famine. My US Peace Corps post was in Welenchiti,
Ethiopia located along the High Risk Corridor in the Rift Valley. I was
the first white person to have ever lived in my town. It was a glorified
truck stop full of transient populations who brought with them disease,
mistrust and a market for commercial sex work. I worked with 20 reformed
commercial sex workers. I helped them start a farm to provide food and
income for their families. I had never planted a seed in my
life.
Those women were my joy. Some were sold into
prostitution at the age of ten by their parents. They were courageous,
strong and fearfully beautiful. Their stories crippled my heart. I
taught them about health, family planning, business and nutrition. They
taught me about living.

In 2008 the short rainy season never came. We lost 30%
of our food and had no water. Like everyone else, I began
rationing. I had to ask myself what was more important - drinking water,
bathing or cooking? Severe dehydration took hold and kidney failure soon
followed. In the midst of my greatest pain, I accepted my own
death.
I was evacuated to a hospital in South Africa with only a
backpack.
There was a deep change in me when I returned to the
United States. The difference in worlds was so stark; something needed to
be done. Thus began my search for a degree I could invest in. In one year I had experienced severe gender inequality, climate change,
drought, famine, health inadequacies and infrastructure failure. I was
not going to settle for an education that didn't equip me to respond in all those
fields. Surprisingly, this was a much harder request than I had
anticipated.
As fate would have it, I found the announcement of the
Trinity College Dublin & University College Dublin program on an online press release one year later announcing the
MacArthur Foundation had funded a new programme. I credited the discovery
as a gift from God. It was as if someone had searched my soul
and created a Masters just for me. I was drawn to Ireland because I love
the country. Much of my family lives here and I found this a perfect
opportunity to experience education within a different system with fresh ideas
and new perspectives. It felt like coming home.
I am interested to see where this Masters will take me and
everyone in my class. Never before have I been surrounded by such diverse
people who crave the same change I do. This programme brought these great
minds together to study a wide range of interrelated topics. The result
is magnetic and thrilling.
My mind often travels back to those 20 women in
Ethiopia. I wish I could thank them... because now I know exactly what I
got myself into.