Camille Kee

Stories from Camille Kee

Wednesday, May 1st, 2013


            The Balkans will forever hold a spot in my heart; as cliché as it sounds, the region that just a few short weeks ago I knew absolutely nothing about has made a lasting impact on my life. The people we met and the conflicts we faced forced my mind to venture to places it rarely does. How could a region laced with memories of such intense struggles be home to such kind, gracious individuals? How could these individuals live in harmony, for lack of a better word, with people associated with organizations accused of murdering their wives, children, brothers, or sisters? And how could the institution in which I put my faith be associated with some of the most wretched war crimes? In past years, the Catholic Church has found itself facing accusations regarding sex abuse scandals and money laundering, but in the 1990’s, clergymen were involved in events associated with the ethnic cleansing of the Balkans. Of course, for every terrible accusation the Church faces, there is a contradictory tale of valor accompanied by sincere compassion. So, where does this leave me on my personal journey?

            The history surrounding the conflict within the Balkans is entirely too rich to cover in a mere ten pages. Multiple volumes could be filled with information pertaining to the Balkan wars of the 1990’s. I think it is important to provide a brief history of the conflict, namely the religious divisions, which serve as the motivation for the monstrosities committed by the Catholic Church throughout the Balkans. In his lecture, Dr. Robers start to consider themselves as simple nobodies.  Their job is work for the benefit of their superior.   The harder and faster they work, the better compensation for the line leaders of that area, which in turn provides the department section with more money; leading to a trickledown effect where the actual laborers do not gain any more money for working harder, yet get punished severely by their superiors if they do anything wrong.  As soon as they start working, the students are caught in a hopeless environment.  An interviewed student-worker said, “I fell that what I’ve learned in my major is of no use…We don’t learn any technical skills at Foxconn; everyday is just a repetition of one or two simple motions, like a robot” (Ngai 15).  The workers are displayed as costs more than they are thanked for their hard work.  Without them the manufacturing of products would not be possible.  The control the company has over its workers along with the exploitation of