Monday, August 6, 2018

Stateside visit and academic year


Greetings:

The academic year ended last month and the first thing I did was take a break – I headed south to Himara, a coastal village between Vlora and Saranda. Ten days in the sun, beach and a little boating.

So, a lot has happened this year which I simply didn’t have the blog-time to get to. So this is a 12-month recap on life in Albania: last year’s month-long visit to Salt Lake City and San Diego, a quick trip to Cabo San Lucas with my stateside friend Nelson, semester preps for three undergraduate courses and two graduate seminars, conferences, high school visits, kick-starting a sleeping Creative Arts Club, theses supervisions, heading up a university-wide writing contest, and another break to Athens – so here we go.

August 2017 stateside:
With a few of my assorted munchkins - Kai, Parker, Lauren (it's NOT Laurel, Grandpa!), Hayes, Finnegan, and...whatever...

It was great to get back – but I was hit with all the stuff that reminded me of my decision to live elsewhere: American materialism, the infatuation with fame and the famous, the gap between the rich and poor, the politicizing of higher education, a general apathy, oh yeah – the increasing popularity of reality TV (the Kardashians still going strong? Seriously? Famous for being famous?), and of course, something new after I headed to Guatemala in the summer of 2014 – the bizarre ascendancy of Donald Trump and the Orwellian mentality that goes with that. But all in all, the culture shock was mitigated in seeing family, old friends, colleagues, and getting back to some less-than exotic food. I must have hit KFC, the local Mexican and BBQ joints eighteen times in my month-long stay.

Alexis booked an overnight in Frankfurt - great, because I would have missed this guy!



Abby and food, Alexis and church (!), Lauren and fun






My coffee guy, Hubier, at the Humanities Building, Johnnie and Beth at the Tanner, and a sneak-peak of the UTES summer camp
A visit to my brother Dan's buffalo ranch (!!) and trying to remember the chords








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Academic year: classes, conferences and high school visits:

I spent most of my summer getting ready for the fall term. Three undergraduate courses: Introduction to Literature, British Literature, and Introduction to Shakespeare. All of my favorites, but still I had to prepare lessons for all three. On top of that, I also got assigned grad courses in Psycholinguistics (an overhaul of the grad class in Vlora) and Literary Criticism – Methods. Me teaching Methods is so damned ironic – it was my first grad course and the B+ was the only sub-A in all my grad work. Poetic justice.

The spring term was a bit (just barely) easier: repeat of Academic Writing, Stylistics, and American Studies. But two more grad courses: the first was Science Fiction and then there was a question of who would teach Poetry – I got that assignment, too! “Professor, I am praying to Allah for you to teach us.” Ha, ha. Again, I asked, “Do you really want to work that hard?” Work hard, huh? Well, two semesters, ten courses, and around a hundred weekly student journals to read, comment, and score. Holy hell.



Going over some work with Xhulia when Kamela realized it was a photo opportunity!





Conferences…

 
Early morning breakfast with grad students and faculty meeting over coffee
…and high school visits – from Durres to Korce, Elbasan to Kosovo. My first trip to Kosovo – a nice visit in both Prizren and Prishtina, the historic and modern capitals.


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High School Writing Contest:

Every year the university sponsors a high school writing contest. This year we had over two hundred essays submitted. The rest of the staff narrowed it down to about forty and then I determined the winners – holy hell. The contest is open to all high school students and they’re pretty excited about their trip to Beder and their chances.









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Creative Arts Club:

Student clubs are a bit iffy in Albania – well, pretty much non-existent. Professors are busy with classes, grading, etc. and many of them simply don’t have much time to devote. So when we had a meeting about getting some life out of the clubs at Beder, it seemed that the Creative Arts Club was the best bet to be the advisor. And since my social life here is just about zip – pretty much by choice – it was a great chance to get out and see/do some stuff.

Keep in mind that these kids spend hours in class and any other interaction is too often limited to conferences or the coffee-bar between (or skipping) class lectures. It took almost a semester to get things going – but it’s been quite the experience. Our first activity was a hiking trip for a day get-away, hardly “creative arts”, but I have no problem with the kids using the club just to get together. We rented a bus and had a hell of a turn out – about thirty students: hiking, volleyball, lunch, guitars.


Concerts and museums - this one to the bunker of the communist dictator, Enver Hoxha 
The club sponsored the First Annual Creative Writing Contest. When I suggested this in a faculty meeting last winter, there was some question whether or not it could be pulled off – whether the student body would participate. Well, I thought cash prizes might do the trick, so I got Mitesh to spring for a donation (!) and our first shot at it got two dozen original poems and short story submissions.


Here are a couple of the poems:

Desara – “Daddy”

To the sweetest daddy in the world...
Daddy is the most handsome...
The smartest...
The most clever...
The kindest...
He is my superman...
Daddy wants me to do well at school...
Daddy is just great...

BUT... he lies...
He lies about having a job...
He lies about having money...
He lies about that he is not tired...
He lies that he is not hungry...
He lies that we have everything...
HE LIES BECAUSE OF ME...

Kushtrim – “Bringer of Light”

The most important job to him was uploaded,
Explaining the mercy to the hearts who were solid,
Sharing the peaceful message of God,
And giving the endless light to this world.

They said, “We give you everything that you want;
Just don’t explain to people for your God.”
But, from his mission never escaped,
Even though, he suffered the injuries that people gave.

We call him “The Bringer of Light” –
He is the reason this world still shines;
To see him once, every Muslim cries,
Because, his behaviors everyone likes.

That Messenger’s name – is Muhammed –
“The Commended”
He is praised from the mercy of God,
And he has gone happy from this world.


 Rigelsa, one of my first year students is quite talented. Professor Isa had her open one of our conferences with a song – to calm her anxiety, “No problem, Professor William will accompany you on guitar.” Cute. She also writes. We covered Shirley Jackson’s short story, “The Lottery” in the spring term and she penned this original which she included in her course journal; if you’ve read the story, you’ll get it. A nice poetic interpretation:

Summer, stones, shattered bones,
Cruel air, people instinctively dare,
No real emotion, enough emotion for them
Continuously cautious of the day – and then – BAM!
Another year to fear the day of the superstitious,
That of the Lottery, the Lottery malicious…

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Ramadan and Iftar:

Perhaps, perhaps not, you know of the month of fasting on the Islamic calendar – the dates are variable, like Easter, and this year it was from May 17 to June 14. The fasting is from dawn to sunset, but I gather that the morning meal (suhur) is around 4AM. There are exemptions – like pregnancy, illness, and the really, really old. Like members in all religions, some observe, some partially observe, some don’t.

Ramadan is a big deal and the evening meal, iftar, is something of a family celebration. The students who live in Tirana often invite out-of-town students to join. I went to three – one with the faculty and third year students and then a second year class invitation.



With the grad students, I took them to an iftar dinner at a place called “The Stephens Center” – as close to American food as I can get. I know the manager and he let them really celebrate  such good kids.    






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Nelson connected after I got back to Albania with a dilemma – he needed more air-miles to get to his platinum level and came up with a plan: “Let’s get together for a few days in Athens and then I want to fly back to Albania and see what you’re up to!” Cool.


Professor Isa was a great host to Nelson - dinner and mountain trip to Skanderbeg's castle in Krujas



















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The week after graduation a couple of my students, Indrit ad Genti, drove me down to Himara. Our first night there I ran into some old Peace Corps buds – Diane and Kyle are teaching at an IB school in Tirana and Will just got back from Japan on his way to some grad work at St. Andrews in Fife. It was good to see them. The couple of weeks in the sun and the beach were nice. After a year of constant work it took me some time to relax. 
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Well, that’s about it. A busy, busy year. A few students for summer studies and thesis work, but other than that, the next few months should be uneventful. I’ll take another break out of country before the fall term, maybe Romania, Bulgaria, we’ll see. I’ll try to be a little more on purpose with these posts – I think it’s a good way to let you know a bit more about the country, culture and education. Going to stay away from the politics – enough of that in the US. Hmm…how you guys holding up? Best to all of you. XO






Tuesday, July 17, 2018

A Club in the Hands of the Politically Correct – "That's all, folks!"


Greetings:

Well, it’s been over a year since I posted an entry in this “clubbing” series. This will be the last one, the nail in the coffin so to speak. A lot of activity since last spring that took up time and energy. Rather than write about the bits and pieces along the way to a resolution – advances and set-backs – I thought I’d hold off until I had something final. That moment came in March – four months ago. And four months getting to this because of my teaching load – three undergraduate courses and two graduate seminars – just didn’t have the time. But those moments when I did give it a shot, it just sent me off the charts thinking about it. The semester ended last week, so here you go – kind of long (surprise).  

I’ve mentioned how painful this whole event has been. A personal attack, initiated by one American Peace Corps Volunteer (with three others following the leader) – and then hit with  a railroad of events which forced me out of the service due to a laughable “application irregularity.” And then, lo and behold, all of this crap appropriated by a self-serving ex-volunteer to promote her self-proclaimed status as savior to Albanian and American women.

Reminiscing now. I number three life-events that jarred my faith in the human condition; that is, that not all people are driven by an obscene desire to pursue their own self-interest at whatever the cost. Of course there are immoral and unethical people, but I’ve done my best to stay away from them. I haven’t written about these other two events that put me too close to dishonest people; but I will here – just to underscore the lasting fallout this “clubbing” experience has had on me. These two events fade in comparison but they were pretty damned tough at the time.

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I sold my half of my business a little over fifteen years ago to my partner, James Larry Hall II – he had bought out my original partner a couple of years before. We thought he was a good guy, about twenty years younger than me and it looked like a great fit.

By the time Jim came on board, my former partner and I had built up a solid, profitable, and highly respected employee benefits company (TWM Insurance Group). With one secretary and hard work over the years we had hospital clients in about fifteen states. Jim showed up with bigger plans and he had the talent, energy, and was hungrier than hell. We took the name of his old company National Benefits Partner – which I didn’t have any problem with since I was exiting in a few years anyway. It was years later that I discovered that his former Arizona company had gone bankrupt, and that he had seen the move to Salt Lake City as a fresh start and a way to regroup, especially given the unique corporate model we had developed over the prior ten years. As one of Jim’s associates told me later “TWM was a cash cow.”

From our first introduction, I considered Jim one of the best salesman I had ever met in my long career as a capitalist. It looked like one of those heaven-sent matches. Over the next couple of years, Jim built up the company to where, by the time I left, we had a staff of thirty, business in over forty states, and insuring close to a half-million hospital employees.

This is not a full expose on the crap he pulled on the way, promises made without respect to provider contracts, questionable premium accounting records, burning bridges with carrier associations, his malfeasance with fiduciary accounts, his less than honest P&L statements to qualify for construction loans on his new canyon home and the new company airplane (!), or the six felony charges brought against him in Salt Lake City courts charges stemming from misappropriation of company funds. With the help of a high-power PR firm he’s pretty much erased all the web evidence, so this is, well, a small bit of uncovering.

As soon as his felony charges became public, he defaulted on the remaining $1.5+ million dollars on his buy-out with me. It took another year for the trial, and irony of ironies, he got word to me just before the verdict that he wanted to make me whole – what wasn’t expected was the "not guilty" verdict – so predictably, there was no “whole”. And other than the civil claims I made on the default, we never spoke another word. A paltry settlement driven by a horrible contract – “Bill, why waste your money having your attorney to review? We have an in-house lawyer now, and he works for both of us.” So damned funny. The lawyer told me years later that as he drew up the agreement he knew I’d be screwed over – he was sorry. Seriously, I’m laughing now. There are promises, and then there are "promises".

Remember that rumor going around Peace Corps circles during my first months of service? I was the only millionaire volunteer? Yeah, that really pissed me off; but volunteer rumors and gossip – God, what some small people live for.

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The second event happened my last year at the University of Utah about six years ago. The university had put in a program, Global Pathways, to funnel foreign students to American universities. It was sponsored by a for-profit educational services company, Kaplan. By some measure, it’s probably a pretty good program, apart from questionable bona fides regarding testing student proficiency in English. Nonetheless, all of these students were required to take six ESL courses during their first two years of study to help them along the way.

But here’s where the worm turns. The various colleges and departments were asked what general education classes might be available for these students. The College of Humanities and the History Department came up with the great idea to acclimate these new students – most of them from China – require them to take the mandatory semester in United States history in their first year! Motivation? Ahh, immediate tuition dollars coming into the department.

For any student attending the University of Utah, this general education course could be taken anytime during their undergraduate study. It’s a tough course and many of American students put it off until their last semester. The basic prerequisite to get into the course was meeting the language requirements to get into first semester English. But the university, college, and department now required these Asians to take American history in their first year! Now picture this: their English was zip and they were expected to navigate a class taught in English, dealing with American institutions (think democratic elections, political parties, Electoral College, Bill of Rights, American foundations, etc., etc.). What kind of connections could they possibly make when stuff like “kitchen cabinet” or “dust bowl” comes up in the lectures? Much less understanding the English. These kids didn’t stand a chance

So, in 2011-2012 I’m teaching classes in world history and assisting another professor in U.S. history sections. The spring semester had nearly a third Asian students out of 100. Yeah, I spent the semester doing everything to help them pass – forget the work on my PhD dissertation. My summer assignment that year, besides teaching, was to grade two summer sessions of the same class. With a total population of 158 students, 83 out of the 95 Asians failed the midterm. Holy hell. For some of these kids, it was there second or third attempt – a cool $3000 international tuition for each shot. Damn. What a money machine for the College of Humanities and the History Department.

My professor and I visited too many times on how screwed up this was – ESL students thrown in U.S. history without even completing their required six ESL courses; and American students really burned on how slow the class was going. I told him I was going to write up a report on how bad this was and pass it on to the department chair at the end of the term – someone needed to reevaluate this policy. But in the middle of the term all hell broke loose.

Shortly after the midterm, I got a call from the professor that one of our Asian students had committed suicide. Holy hell. The Dean of Students Office had contacted my professor regarding counseling services for friends and classmates; he asked me to give their office a call. I did. I identified myself and I was told there was a meeting in progress on the situation – before I could say anything I was put through. On the speaker phone, we discussed the counseling available, and then, “It sounds like these Asian students are having a difficult time adjusting.” “Well, yeah, I think the Global Pathways could be improved; I’m submitting a report at the end of the term to my department head.” “We’re meeting on this next week; would it be possible to get a preliminary report from you?” Silence. “Yeah, but I’m still working on it.” “That’s OK, whatever you have would be helpful.” Silence. “Sure. Who do I send it to?” “You can send it to me.” “And who are you?” “Oh, sorry, I’m Ann Christensen, the Dean of Students.” To this moment I thought I had been talking to someone in the counseling office. Crap. Silence….. “OK. But I need to contact my department head about the report since I hadn’t planned on getting it to her until the end of the semester.”

Well, the chair was out of town, we had a perfunctory meeting when she got back and I followed up with this – yeah, name included since she deserves recognition of the totally spineless, self-serving way she dealt with this:

July 20, 2012

Isabel A. Moreira
Chair
Department of History
University of Utah

Re: Global Pathways and Hist 1700

Dear Isabel:

As a result of our meeting on July 19th, the enclosed document are some preliminary observations regarding the Global Pathways Program and its connection with Hist 1700. It is important that I make this clear: I am not bringing into question the benefits of the Global Pathways Program but simply the practice of having this population fulfill the university’s American Institutions requirement within the first year of study. I have only the information available from the Summer 2012 sections of History 1700-1 and 1700-2.

I will offer a complete accounting at the end of the semester; this preliminary report is simply to facilitate an appraisal in your upcoming visit with Dean Christensen. However, the conclusions are pretty much what my end of the term evaluation will be. The end of semester evaluation will include the final scores, and some exchanges I have had with the students which I hope will put this on more personal level rather than just a bunch of numbers. I have not taken the time (at this point) to offer any non-GP information (i.e., our domestic student population) but simply state that their results are typical.

Isabel, I have considered the enormity of this problem and the possible repercussions if the university chooses to ignore it. I don’t know all the circumstances surrounding the death of [redacted], but all it takes are letters to home, complaints from the Asian student population, another death, a good attorney, and all of these files are open – pretty much a smoking gun. 

Let me know if you have any questions.

Sincerely,

William K. Martin

I need to explain my concern regarding these Asian kids. To this point I had been in countless meetings with these students. I started hitting the office on Saturday and Sunday mornings just to find time to get to my PhD research – and after a couple of weeks I’d show up at seven o’clock in the morning on weekends with as many as three of these students waiting for me! I gathered from many of them how disgraceful it would be for their families if they did not do well in their studies. Hell, I had flunked out of two California universities and my parents and I got over it. Of course I had some idea of “ancestral weight” but this was an intercultural dynamic I had only heard about. And here we were sacrificing these kids to a damned tuition mill.

Well, Isabel went ballistic. The next day she called me into her office not to discuss my report on Global Pathways or the academic disaster these kids were going through, but to call me to task for not having authority to use Tanner Humanities Center stationery on this cover letter! Ha. At the time I was a Graduate Fellow with the center and immediately upon receipt of the letter and report she called the director to turn me in and demanded that my fellowship be rescinded – he thought she was crazy. The Department Director of Graduate Studies (who was also my doc supervisor) was in the meeting with us and all he did was lip-sync the party line. I was stunned at their response. In disbelief I listened to her bull until finally I blurted out, “Are you serious? We have a suicide in this Asian population, a full 90% of these students are failing because of this disastrous policy, and you want to talk to me about stationery?” She repeated her complaint, my doc supervisor didn’t say a damned thing. Remember? This is the same professor for whom I subbed on his class covering Ben Franklin’s take on “how to pick a wife”, which resulted in the sexual harassment complaint against me by an “offended” undergraduate who didn’t like the topic; the same professor who abandoned me as soon as the words “sexual harassment” were spoken. I took this for about another thirty seconds, and asked both of them if they understood what the “humanities” meant in "College of Humanities" – and then I told them they could go to hell.

At the end of that summer term I submitted my final report to the Dean of Students and was asked to meet with the Vice-President of Student Affairs, who congratulated me on bringing this to their attention. I declined her request to sit on the university evaluation committee, “No. Everything I have to say is in the report and I’m sick of these academic politics.” It took another year for the university to trash-can the program, but in the course of the next semester I was informed that I had lost my teaching assignments (which I had held over the previous seven years) and my non-tenured professor of the two history sections also got the boot – “actions not entirely in agreement with the department mission statement.” A disgusting disregard for these kids, all for the sake of a profit center. Certainly not their finest hour as academics.

Now keep in mind that this is within a year of my income dropping from $25,000/mo. to zero – ha, and I just remembered, my youngest daughter was studying abroad in Switzerland at the time. Fortunately, I was able to pick up classes at other colleges and universities in SLC. God, what a trip.

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So back to the “clubbing” – the point of the above is to impress upon you that my Peace Corps experience was far worse than any of this. Yeah, it was tough losing $1.5M and experiencing first-hand the incalculable immorality by academic professionals in my chosen field of study, but, well, these are things you suffer through, deal with, and pick up the pieces. My faith in humanity was shaken to a far greater degree in my Peace Corps service with the “best and brightest”.

So let me finish this up with a couple pieces of correspondence. Navigating the Albanian court system has proved costly and horribly time consuming: three attorneys later, two private investigators, two attempts of service on Bonnie Scott, two dismissals in Albanian court due to “incorrect paper-work” (God, Albanians love their paper-work!), my last attorney sent me this final summary:                                

REPUBLIC OF ALBANIA
National Chamber of Advocacy
Chamber of Advocacy Tirana
Legal Studio “NEXHI”
         Adress: Avenue “Zogu I ParĂ«”, St. “Urani Pano”, Bld.1/3, 2 Floor; C: +355 67 22 94 308

Tirana, 28.03.2018

TO:                     Mr. William Karl MARTIN
FROM:               Legal Studio “NEXHI” LTD
OBJECT:           Report on legal case against Mrs. Bonnie Scott.

Dear and honored Mr. William,

With the signing of the Power of Attorney, date 21.11.2017, based on its object, the legal studio “NEXHI”, from this time until now, concludes as follows:

The circumstances of the case:

Results that Mr. William Karl Martin came to Albania as a full-time volunteer for the US Peace Corps in March 2015. During his service in Albania, in 2015 he became a victim of criminal offenses, defamation and insult, the acts committed by another American citizen, Ms. Bonnie Scott (another Peace Corps volunteer). On the 04.10.2015 Ms. Bonnie Scott, has published a writing on her personal blog on the Internet (titled "The Lone Pilgrim"), through which she has directly accused Mr. Martin for sexual harassment to volunteers and female workers of Peace Corps. In this blog Ms. Scott has labeled Mr. Martin as a sexual “extortion”. In addition to her personal blog, she continued her attacks and defamations even in her personal profile on social network "Facebook".

Therefore, Mr. Martin indicted to the Tirana Judicial District Court (Criminal Chamber) for defamation and insult against the defendant Bonnie Scott on 24.01.2017. This court, by its Decision No. 27, dated 16.02.2017 decided The termination of the criminal case No. 27 Act date 24.04.2017, against Ms. Bonnie Scott for committing criminal offenses of "Insult" and "Defamation" frovided by articles 119 and 120 of the Criminal Cod, based on the Article 6 of Law 141/2016 "For Granting Amnesty".

It also results that Mr. Martin sued Ms. Scott to the Tirana Judicial District Court (Civil Chamber). The court issued a descision no. 7429, dated 13.09.2017. "For the return of the lawsuit and the acts", because the lawsuit was found defective by the court, since the address of the respondent was incorrect.

Based on the circumstances of the fact, and considering the process initiated by Mr. Martin, the law firm "NEXHI", studied the case, concluding that Mr. William Karl Martin is injured party within the meaning of Article 608 end sequential of the Civil Code of the Republic of Albania, a provision according to which the person to whom the damage was caused on his person or property illegally and with fault, by another person, has the right to be rewarded. In this context, he has active legitimacy to invest the court in resolving this issue in a procedural sense under Article 176 of the Code of Civil Procedure, and in a material sense, as a subject that is harmed by unlawful and guilty actions to his detriment from the citizen Bonnie Scott.

First, in this case, Mr. Martin and Ms. Scott are both American citizens, and consequently we are in the conditions of applying the law of private international law, as it is a case with foreign elements. The law applicable to the resolution of the case is the law of the state where the damage occurred, namely the law of the Republic of Albania. But an eventual problem is the fact that the event that caused damage, that is, the publications of defamations and insults, happened through the computer. In this way difficulties arise in identifying an exact state where illegal and guilty acts of defamation and insult were committed.

Second, and important element is jurisdiction. As we have mentioned above, we are ahead of a case with foreign elements because the subject, because like Mr. Martin and Ms. Scott, they are not Albanian citizens, but Americans. Meanwhile, based on the Law No. 0 428, date 2.6.2011"For Private International Law", the Albanian Court has jurisdiction to resolve civil-legal disputes with foreign elements, if the respondent has his residence in the Republic of Albania. But in our case, even though the respondent, Ms. Bonnie Scott currently does not have her residence in the Republic of Albania, the Albania court has jurisdiction, if we can prove that the state from where the acts of publishing the insult and defamation (through the computer) that caused the damage were done, in the Republic of Albania.

Thirdly, in terms when this lawsuit would be directed against the citizen Bonnie Scott, who is a US citizen and currently resides in the United States, based on the Civil Procedure Code, Mr. Martin was required to provide in advance the correct address of Ms. Scott, so the court would notify her. On the other had, even the possibility of obtaining a private service, is not a correct way, since the Albanian procedural law does not recognize this way of notification, but only knows the court employee for this purpose, and postal service. The lack of correct address, would cause the return of the lawsuit and other acts without action.

Fourthly, another problematic element of the civil process, would be the validity of the material evidence obtained from the blog or personal profile page on Ms. Scott on "Facebook", since these evidences were not sequestered during the criminal proceedings, because Ms. Scot received amnesty based on Law 141/2016 "For Granting Amnesty".

Legal Studio "NEXHI"
Av. Denada ELEZI

Ha, ha. Were you able to follow that? Here’s the nuts and bolts: my first private investigator finally located Bonnie Scott in Seattle. My attorney (now my second) passed on her address to the court. The Albanian court sent out a notice to the states for service. Now, get this, they never told me to whom they sent the request (police, court, Scott, whatever), but after two months with no response (duh), the court wanted to dismiss for failure of service. I asked: “Did the service go out in Albanian or with an English translation.” “Well, in Albanian.” You can imagine my reaction. My attorney cautioned me not to piss off the court.

We got a continuance, translated the service document and court filing into English, got the court’s agreement to use a US court service officer, and when the service was attempted, Bonnie Scott had moved! Yeah. Another private investigator tracked her down using Facebook photos (“Check out the view from my new apartment!”), and then another service, successful. So, a file full of documents delivered to the Albanian court that she was served, had notice of the complaint, and notice of the court date. But… they now required that she sign a receipt of service. Are you kidding me? And you are just now telling me this? Dismissed again. I asked for a written ruling by the court. And beyond belief, the judge said she could not issue a final statement until Bonnie Scott had been notified that the complaint had been dismissed. Seriously, I would have cried if this hadn’t been so damned stupid.

I hired a new attorney (now my third) to refile, pressed her to get the damned rules straight and we’d start over. Holy hell. The court’s position is in the above letter. Now, the last evidence bits in the summary above were never addressed any time during my two-plus years getting through the Albanian legal system, or by this judge over the previous year. Off-the-record this judge informed my attorney: “You can refile if you want, but I will dismiss – we don’t want any problems with any agency of the United States or dealings with any civil actions between US citizens.”

Remember the day Bonnie Scott (and me and Megi and four Mormon missionaries) got her fame on the Albanian front pages back in December 2015? The same day I gave my job talk at New York University Tirana - yeah, a great reception, but I had to let them know about the reports. The vice-rector's response was simple and direct: "Professor, you have to sue her." Hilarious. 

Seeing how the legal was dragging out, a year ago I filed my own complaint with the Peace Corps – yeah, it names names.

William K. Martin, PhD
Beder University
Tiranë, Albania

April 28, 2017                                                                                     VIA EMAIL

John Warren
Assistant Inspector General for Investigations
Peace Corps - Office of Inspector General
Washington DC

Re: OIG complaint – Peace Corps/DC and Peace Corps/Albania

Dear Mr. Warren:

My name is William K. Martin; I am a visiting professor at Beder University in Tirana, Albania. My complaint regards my service in Peace Corps/Albania and my experience with the country staff, the DC office, and subsequent actions by current and former Peace Corps Volunteers:
·         Sexual Harassment Complaint filed against me;
·         Peace Corps delay in processing my criminal background check and using the delayed report to justify my termination of service;
·         Peace Corps delay in processing repeated FOIA requests;
·         Peace Corps/Albania Volunteer Bonnie Scott Media libel against me on Facebook, Lone Pilgrim Blog and in more than a dozen Albania media outlets;
·         Peace Corps/Albania pressures on employee Megi Xhaferaj which led to her subsequent retired because of actions by PC/Albania Language Director Mira Luca, and inaction by Acting Country Director Cale Wagner.

I applied to the Peace Corps in January 2014 and in August 2014, I received an invitation to serve in Albania. I was living and teaching in Guatemala City at the time. At great expense, I left a comfortable life midway in my teaching contract to return to the United States to make my final preparations to start service March 2015. I took a severe financial loss to accept the invitation and incurred significant additional expenses.

I was sworn in on May 2015. Three months later after moving to my permanent site, Earl Wall, Country Director notified me that some fellow volunteers filed a sexual harassment complaint against me in July 2015. Mr. Wall investigated and told me he informed the Washington DC office that the complaint was unfounded.

Three days after his phone call, August 15, 2015, I received an email Consideration of Administrative Separation memorandum from Lateefah Burgess, Director of Placement/Peace Corps. The grounds for consideration were my failure to provide information on my initial application regarding two charges: shoplifting in 2014 (which was dismissed because of mistaken identity) and a DUI in 2002 (a charge my out-of-state attorney informed me was dismissed – less than .02 alcohol level). Both my attorney and I endeavored to communicate with Ms. Burgess regarding the circumstances of each, but our efforts were dismissed out of hand.

After my voluntary retirement on September 1, 2015, my attorney filed a FOIA request. Subsequent to interminable delays, congressional intercession, I received partial reports over the next year. As recently as March 2, 2017, the office of Congressman Stewart (Utah) informed me that “Peace Corps is not required to respond further to our inquiry, and frankly I doubt that they will.”

On October 4, 2015, Bonnie Scott, herself recently dismissed from Peace Corps/Albania and still residing in the country, posted libelous statements about me on her Facebook and on her blog, “The Lone Pilgrim.” I have never met Ms. Scott and she could only have gotten the information regarding the complaint from Peace Corps/Albania staff and/or other volunteers. She expanded on what she had heard and claimed I retired from Peace Corps in order to escape criminal prosecution as a sexual molester. Two months later, December 1, 2015, her claims were published in interviews she had with Albania media (which included my picture).

A few weeks after the Ms. Scott’s Facebook and bog posts, Besmira Rrumbullaku, assistant to Mira Luca, Peace Corps/Albania Language and Culture Director, visited with Megi Xhaferaj, a Peace Corps/Albania Language/Culture Teacher and warned her that further association with me would put her job at risk. Ms. Xhaferaj was also in the media picture (along with four Mormon missionaries). Ms. Xhaferaj refused to disassociate herself from me and in November 2015 I contacted Peace Corps/Albania Acting Director, Cale Wagner, about the situation. Ms. Luca denied the events and Mr. Wagner accepted her denial and later accepted Ms. Xhaferaj’s resignation.

Mr. Wagner could have easily determined the facts around all of this had he interviewed Ms. Rrumbullaku regarding the meeting she had with Ms. Xhaferaj, the pressure she put on Ms. Xhaferaj, and under whose direction she took this action. A cover-up played out to protect the Language and Culture Director and alleviate the Peace Corps and Peace Corps/Albania with having to deal with this. In a very bizarre email to all the Peace Corps/Albania Education Staff, Ms. Luca slandered Ms. Xhaferaj accusing her of manufacturing the entire drama.

Immediately upon my separation from the Peace Corps in September 1, 2015, my stateside attorney submitted a FOIA request with the Peace Corps Office in Washington, DC. The reports over the next six months yielded nothing regarding the harassment investigation or anything regarding the deliberations relative to my termination in respect to my criminal record. All my attorney and I received were bureaucratic pro-forma copies of my pre-service application communications and copies of bureaucratic documents which I already had in my possession.

Immediately upon Ms. Scott’s Facebook and “Lone Pilgrim” blog postings, I contacted an attorney in Albania to prosecute civil and criminal action against her for her libel. Upon threats of legal action, the dozen or so Albania media outlets deleted their reports. I interviewed with police detectives and, as a result, I was able to file criminal and civil charges against Ms. Scott. My attorneys needed Peace Corps reports and findings regarding the harassment complaint. I appealed again to Peace Corps for the harassment report in order to counter her claims. The report was not forthcoming. My case was dismissed for lack of evidence and only after repeated communications from myself, my attorneys, congressman, and finally a threat to subpoena Peace Corps/Albania personnel, was a report finally generated in August 2016.

I hired another attorney in the capital city of Tirana and I refiled my actions early this year; only to discover that the legislature had recently given amnesty to all minor crimes committed or accused. Had the August 2016 report been generated in a timely manner, legal action here in Albania would have been completed a year ago. Shortly after filing the initial early 2016 action against Ms. Scott, she left Albania and returned to the United States. The second filing against her in Albania, this time a civil action, was heard earlier this month, with another full hearing scheduled at the end of May. It is my intention that whatever the results, I will travel back to the United States this summer to prosecute civil actions against Ms. Scott in Seattle, Washington where (I have determined at great investigation costs) she now resides.

Regarding the August 2016 FOIA report: it seems clear to me (and with those I shared) that the original complaint was motivated by personal malice. You will of course come to your own conclusion. But the report was enough to show in court that there had been no harassment, no molestation, and no grounds for Peace Corps termination, or indeed, any Peace Corps retirement in order to forestall criminal investigation or criminal charges.

That my termination for application omissions came in the wake of the harassment investigation made the situation even worse. The fact that I submitted my application for service in January 2014, received an invitation to serve in August 2014, entered service in March 2015, and five months later my Peace Corps background check just comes to light is remarkable – a full twenty months after I submitted my application. I have simply attached my letter of August 2014 to Lateffah Burgess regarding considerations for separation.

As recently as January 2017, I was still requesting information regarding the Peace Corps deliberations regarding my separation. What I have received was a perfunctory dismissal dated August 30, 2016 from Assistant Associate Director William Stoppel: “The requests for additional records are not eligible for administrative appeals. It is not part of the country file. Please note that FOIA does not require agencies to do research…” His response is nothing short of arrogant, since, by definition (and by law I would think), gathering information in compliance with a FOIA request would require a search of existing files; and what I have requested is not in the country file, but in the Peace Corps/DC offices.

My stateside attorney and I both feel that there was a connection between the dead-end harassment investigation and my immediate separation. I suspect that my dismissal from service was effected to calm the adverse publicity promoted by Bonnie Scott and others regarding sexual malfeasance by Peace Corps/Albania staff and volunteers, and to refute claims that Peace Corps/DC turns a blind eye to sexual malfeasance. For lack of consideration to my personal sacrifices or the facts of the matter, it was just easier for all parties if one collateral focus, me, just disappeared.

Regarding the harassment investigation, I have attached my chronological edit of the August 2016 FOIA report – you have at your disposal the original documents – to the best of my ability I have been true to all the documentation in the report. I find it unconscionable that an individual could be under any anonymous accusation and not have the opportunity to answer in defense. Consequently, feel free to make this OIG complaint available to any parties.

As I read the report, I was struck by the lack of any critical processing by the EEO Manager of the Office of Civil Rights and Diversity/Peace Corps, Laura Manler. She directed Earl Wall, the Peace Corps/Albania Country Director, to investigate. Mr. Wall notified me and submitted his report; he called me to tell me he interviewed all the staff, a dozen volunteers, and that he communicated with Peace Corps/DC that the harassment complaint was without foundation. Despite my irritation with the whole matter, he simply told me to let it go and return to work. With no time at all to recover, I received the “Consideration” memo from Ms. Burgess. The consensus among volunteers was that I was given “a way out.” Others who knew me better responded that I was simply the victim of the toxic environment in Peace Corps.

Ms. Manler’s communications to serving Peace Corps volunteers is bereft of any objectivity; she had her own notions and preconceptions, and these dictated her processes. Her response of August 18, 2015 to Mr. Wall after receiving his report is especially telling: “the message isn’t quite getting through.” By this time, I had had no visits and few communications with any volunteers since we were free to depart for our permanently assigned sites of service over a month before. At no time in all of my experience had anyone, volunteers or staff, communicated any message to me whatsoever regarding sexual harassment. The only word I got on any of this was through the anonymous complaint just the week before.

I won’t summarize the points in this complaint, they should be clear enough; my complaint to your office is my last attempt to set these matters straight with Peace Corps. I will be happy to address any questions or considerations you have, but I won’t take the time or effort to follow-up as to how your deliberations are progressing. By December 2015 I got very tired of answering questions regarding the whole situation and my outrage with the arrogance evident in Peace Corps/DC and Peace Corps/Albania was increasing. Consequently, I decided to recount the on-going situation in my blog “Living and Teaching in Albania.” I started the blog in February 2015 in order to communicate my Peace Corps experience to my family. My narrative regarding these events are entered under “A Club in the Hands of the Politically Correct” posts. These, I think, will more fully explain.

This month should have been a moment to reflect on a successful and fulfilling two-year service in the Peace Corps. Instead, my Peace Corps experience was horrific, and these last two years have been somewhat wasted dealing with all of this. But the real loss is what I could have done with my work at the Albanian university in my Peace Corps site. So many of my professional and personal relations have been disrupted and disaffected because of Ms. Scott’s actions and Peace Corps decisions driven by expediency – frankly, the whole thing is almost impossible to fathom even now and I wonder, far too often, how in the hell all of this transpired. Things are out of whack.

Thank you for your time. 

William K. Martin

Attachments:
FOIA report 08.26.2016 edited for chronology
Lateefah Burgess email to 08.20.2015
Lateeah Burgess email to 08.22.2015
Bonnie Scott Facebook post from Steve Coryelle ‎Saturday, ‎October ‎10, ‎2015, ‏‎610 PM
Cale Wagner email to 11.17.2015
TV KLAN accessed December 07, 2015

And you will never guess the response from John Warren or the Office of the Inspector General…over a year later, right? Well, Virginia, I’m still waiting. Nothing; not even a confirmation of receipt. Ha, ha. An ever-so fitting end to the whole damned thing. I really am laughing now, bitterly.

Well, munchkins, I gave it my best shot. My best to all you. Later. XO