Community Center Clashes Show Darker Side of Berat

City official and center social worker after the meeting with Marsela Allmuca, my fellow

Berat       We drove several hours south from Tirana to Berat, the 9th largest city in Albania.  The city is along a river with a massive mountain, the 2nd highest in the country dominating the valley.  A castle dating back to the 500 years of the Ottoman Empire’s rule, constructed with Byzantine architectural elements tops the hill overlooking the city, housing a old church, and the Onufri Museum, named after the great painter of religious icons in several hundred years ago and the distinctive red color he pioneered.

view from playground at center

We were there to meet activists in the Roma and Egyptian communities at a community center, housing social services and a kindergarten, designed to serve these minority populations.  In the meeting room where we sat with our offerings of soft drinks and snacks, the wall trumpeted the funders from the municipality, the United Nations, and the European Union that made the center possible.  Around the table were five activists from the community, three women and two men who sat across from us.  At the other end were the center staff, the director, social worker, psychologist, and dentist.  Next to me was a man from the municipality and their child protection and welfare division.

Berat neighborhood near center

Normally, these visits follow a pretty straightforward routine.  Foreign visitors from America are in the house, everyone is on their best behavior, there’s show-and-tell and a spirit of cooperation and “we’re all in this together.”   We have the advantage in Albania in that the United States is enormously popular still, all the more remarkable in that the country is almost 60% secular Muslim and slightly less than 17% Christian in the 2011 census.  Normally, we probe the community leaders, hear a couple of issues, hear how everyone has their shoulder to the wheel together, make a couple of mild suggestions as we tell about our work, and go on to the next event, learning somethings, while trying to come to grips with a perhaps illusive reality.

market in neighborhood that restricts Roma used clothes sellers

Not this time!   Little did we realize it when we walked in, but we quickly found that the knives were out.

view of mountain from Beret Castle parapets & the city below

After the introductions, asking a simple question to the activists about what they saw as community issues, one replied, access to the kindergarten.  The city official then belligerently attacked, blaming the Roma & Egyptian communities for not doing enough to make sure their children were in kindergarten.  The tone was set.  Another activist raised the issue of housing title, which is a universal problem in Albania since the fall of Communism.  The women on the center staff then seemed to take turns, often at the top of their lungs, arguing that the community should wait, since every community had this problem, and at other times, contradictorily, accusing the community of not being accurate or, if accurate, not being specific.  They didn’t look at the maps one would say, and then when asked by the community for help acquiring the maps, another would answer that they were still making them.

The community center staff and the municipal official were at war with the community members.  The racism, paternalism, general bad manners, and antagonism were palpable, and no amount of intercession, plea for calm, or even scolding abated the problem.  One center staffer tried to claim that “this is the way Albanians talk to each other.”  No, that is the way people in a position of some influence and power talk to people who they do not respect and regard as beneath them.  The center director offered that her husband has gotten all of the paperwork together and was able to get title to their property, but offered no suggestion how the community could do so and eventually, rather than showing leadership or counseling her staff on their constant interruptions and attacks on the community, simply left the room.


Tellingly, late in the donnybrook, I asked if I could pose one more question, wanting to know how the governance of the center worked.  It turned out there was no board composed of community members, explaining much of the hostility and lack of accountability.  A staffer claimed they had consulted with the community about joining the governance and that they had expressed no interest.  A man from the community said they were invited to one meeting, and then there was no follow-up by the staff to them.

Onufri Museum

This was both the worst meeting I had attended, and perhaps the most honest.  There was no pretense or coverup.  It was raw.  We witnessed and learned lessons we could only have guessed, if we had not been there, about the level of discrimination experienced by the Roma and Egyptian communities.

Berat riverside

Half of our party stayed for another few minutes to try and point the community members in the direction of organizing, but that’s no one’s job at the center.  Talking to the social worker outside while we waited, we were not surprised to learn from her that the services are underutilized, the center is largely unknown outside of the kindergarten on the upper floor, and participation is a problem.  Our Albanian associate visits the Berat center twice a month on a contract or grant to increase their capacity, largely working with their staff, not actually the community residents.  She is unfailingly good natured and upbeat, but this is not a problem she can solve as long at the center is only accountable to its donors and holds the very community members and the community itself in contempt.

houses of a 1000 windows


Students Rising in Albania

Tirana     On our schedule it simply said “Community Organizing Talks” at 6 PM in the evening.  It had been a full day that began with taping a radio interview on a national station, a walk through the central square and a look at some of its museums, and a meeting not too far away with the information officers of the American Embassy in their compound.  Asking more about the audience that would gather in a combination community center and former cinema house that evening, the best I could gather was that students from the nearby public social sciences university had been invited as well as other activists.

Students had been a through line in many of our group’s inquiries.  There had been an unusual and heavy dose of university student protests that began the school term in the fall over a range of issues from increased student fees to deplorable housing conditions including one bathroom for more than 300 students in one location.  The strike and protests had lasted several months and even now, as a relative calm had settled in after the holidays, there was continued unhappiness.  One of our team had been an adviser to the student protestors and several had met with the leaders during our visit, and no happiness was reported.  Some faculty were offering makeup classes over weekends to keep students from losing an entire semester.  The administration at the social sciences university had allowed the protest signs in the lobby to remain posted on an ongoing basis since so many issues were unresolved.  Rows of benched seats were left in position for continuing debates even as school was back in session.

Perhaps unsurprisingly then, the room started filling up way before the opening bell with younger women predominately but a smattering of members of the public as well.  Fortunately, the program was organized differently and after a brief introduction jumped right to a series of explications by the panel on what community organizing was and how it worked.  The sound and lighting also necessitated those of us on the panel to stand up to be heard and seen, which also helped energize the proceedings.  Looking for something to do before we began, I had worked the crowd to get everyone to sign the attendance sheet, so when asked to begin the session, I walked out into the audience and identified all of the people I had recruited to that task as my “organizing committee” coming from different parts of the neighborhood to take leadership roles and do the work to form the organization, which is the fundamental key to the success of the ACORN Model.  Jessica Moreno from Action NC followed me and did the same in a doorknocking exercise.  Next there was a mock action with other members of the panel playing the role of politicians, and so it went.

The audience was engaged and spoke freely in the questions and answers period.  Some with anger at mistreatment, others searching for hope in the work in order to stay in their country.

It’s hard to tell how these things go usually, but in this case, I could measure it precisely.  I counted 55 people in the audience, excluding the five on the panel itself. Looking at the attendance list, there were 55 names filed out.  My organizing committee had made sure the form began with all columns filled out, and sure enough the organizing tool worked with only three blanks left empty, inconsequentially, out of 330 possible squares on this attendance list.  Damn fine work!

And, even better, when in my last comments I asked anyone who thought that they might actually want to become a community organizer to come meet me after the session, six lined up and gave me their full information, so that we could follow up, with one buying Nuts & Bolts so that she could get started.  Ten percent is a decent return on the ask, as we say in organizing.  Three were teenagers 17 and 18 in their final years in high school.

Community organizing has a future in Albania!