{"id":5283,"date":"2016-08-15T11:12:11","date_gmt":"2016-08-15T18:12:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.internationalschoolsreview.com\/?page_id=5283"},"modified":"2018-04-23T04:16:28","modified_gmt":"2018-04-23T11:16:28","slug":"dorje-newsletter","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.internationalschoolsreview.com\/nonmembers\/dorje-newsletter.htm","title":{"rendered":"Article – Guilty Until Proven Innocent"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Guilty Until Proven Innocent<\/h1><\/div>

Qatar Academy Science Teacher Dorje Gurung
\nRecounts His Time in a Qatari Jail<\/h3><\/h3><\/div>
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If you’ve been following Dorje Gurung’s experience at Qatar Academy, you know he was allegedly misquoted by a twelve-year-old student and later accused by the boy’s father of insulting Islam. Dorje was subsequently jailed in Qatari to face trial. The following is Dorje’s account of his time spent in jail–his thoughts, emotions and realizations. If not for the support he received from people around the globe concerned with justice in this matter, Dorje may well have been sentenced to the full 5-7 years, a conviction based strictly on the word of a child.<\/p>\n

We at ISR continually stress the need for international educators to thoroughly research international schools when considering a future career move. Based on similar incidences to that of Dorje, it has become ever more evident that job seekers must take the time to research and understand the degree of support a school offers its teachers, if any, should they find themselves unexpectedly entangled in legal disputes.<\/p>\n

Guilty Until Proven Innocent<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 “To Christians, 666 (six six six) is the number of the Beast. Double the digits, you get 121212 (twelve twelve twelve)\u2013numbers now indelibly associated with the most harrowing experience of my life and my freedom! On May 1, based on the words of his 12-year old son, a Qatari father had me incarcerated in a jail in Doha, Qatar. My liberation, following a massive international campaign, came 12 days later, on May 12. (One might say the number 12 is also significant in Christianity\u2013the number of apostles Jesus had.) The numbers most likely say and means nothing, but here\u2019s my story of my time in jail.”<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Lying on the filthy bed the afternoon of May 1, sleep would have been the best escape. But, of course, the last thing that would come. I had lost my job. I had lost thousands of dollars. I had lost my health insurance. As far as I knew, I had lost support from my employer\u2013I didn\u2019t have a single visit from them in the hours I spent at the police station. And now, having lost my freedom, there was a chance that I could lose everything else that mattered: my family and my sanity!<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0If my family knew where I was, I knew they would be devastated. In my parents\u2019 case, I feared, probably even worse.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 A huge dissonance lay between where I was supposed to be and where I was. I was supposed to be in my apartment, sharing a few drinks with my friends, saying my good-byes, in preparation for my departure for Nepal (in two days). Instead, there I was in a private cell.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I knew my sanity could be the next casualty. The repetitive question,\u201dHow did it come to this?! How did it come to this?!\u201d ringing through my head again and again was maddening. I had no idea how long I would be in this room. I tried to imagine a worse nightmare\u2026I couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0My challenge, my sanity, lay in closing the gap between where I thought I was supposed to be and where I was. On the verge of losing everything\u2013EVERYTHING\u2013it was no surprise then that I would lose sleep!<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Helping me to lose my sleep was my new-found neighbor in the private cell next door. He had already partly lost his head! All night, the Pakistani man kept me awake with his intermittent loud screams, groans, mumbling and furniture banging!<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0In the days that followed however, life, in a strange way, turned prison-normal! Returning from the Public Prosecution office, the following day, I ended up in a cell in the midst of about a dozen other Nepalese inmates. Thankfully it turned out, I wasn\u2019t required to return to my private cell. I spent the rest of my time with ten other Nepalese.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Days inside consisted of three meals, fruit and yogurt for snacks, Hindi (Bollywood) movies and WWF wrestling on TV and games of chess. After the fourth day, I spent most of my time reading novels my friends had dropped off. Reading provided the escape, the distraction my mind needed. My cell mates kept assuring me of how, because I had so many foreign friends, I would be freed in no time, unlike them.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0On May 2, the day after, they paraded me, in hand cuffs, in front of five different prosecutors in different rooms at the Public Prosecution office. I don\u2019t know what the first four prosecutors and the guy taking me around exchanged between them\u2013everything was in Arabic. But, with the fifth one, they provided an interpreter, an English interpreter, on my insistence. Otherwise it would have been Hindi or Urdu. The man making the arrangement tells me,\u201dYou are Nepali, you speak Hindi.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I resisted the temptation to ask, \u201cWhy not a Nepali interpreter then?\u201d being aware of how I would struggle.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The exchanges I had with the final prosecutor was essentially a repeat of the ones I had had with the police officers the previous day.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The second trip to the Public Prosecution office, Sunday, May 5, I faced a prosecutor who spoke English. Again we had the same exchanges I had had the previous visit but with one important difference.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I would have to produce witnesses in court to prove my innocence, he informed me. In other words, I was guilty unless I proved myself innocent, consistent with a revealing comment by the user BigDaddyDK (see Figure 1 below) posted on the first Doha News article. (The comment is revealing on two counts: It describes what it means to be Nepalese in Qatar and how the Qatari legal process works.)<\/p>\n

1) Nepalese and Qatari legal process<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"dorje-blog-image-1\"<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Otherwise, he told me, I could face five years in jail! I was stunned. (I was to find out after my release that it could have been seven years!) I was given 4 days before my arraignment in court. Towards the end, the prosecutor asked me if I had anything to say. I asked something like,\u201dLike what? What is something I can say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0He goes,\u201dYou can say you \u2018want to be freed and allowed to return home\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0So I did, but they took me right back to jail!<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The proceedings in the court Thursday, May 9, again was nothing but another kangaroo court. Neither did the judge speak English nor was there an interpreter. No questioning, no witnesses, no arguments\u2026nothing. At no time was I informed of any rights I might have had. Not unlike at the Public Prosecutor\u2019s office, I had no representation there either. I was given two weeks before my next court appearance.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0In spite of being told by SMS on May 1 that a Qatar Foundation legal department representative and an HSSE representative were coming, they showed up neither at the police station, nor in jail, nor at the Prosecutor\u2019s office, nor at the court at any time. Far from feeling supported, I felt I had been dealt yet another blow by my employer when I read Qatar Academy\u2019s statement in the first Doha News article (see Figure 2 below), more than a week after my incarceration. The statement told me I was no longer their concern.<\/p>\n

2) Qatar Academy’s Statement to Doha News<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"dorje-blog-image-2\"<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Additionally, no one from the Nepalese Embassy made any contact. Forget about me. No embassy representative had set foot in either the jail or the judicial offices to meet or visit ANY Nepalese prisoners. Two of the prisoners I shared my cell with had been there for over two and a half years. They told me they had yet to see a single representative from the diplomatic mission. (One of them had even written to the embassy and to at least a Nepalese journalist each in both Kathmandu and Doha.) The closest thing to the mission\u2019s involvement in my case was to make a lame statement, also more than a week into my incarceration, to Doha News saying, and I quote, \u201c[I]nvestigation into Gurung\u2019s case \u2018will take time\u2019.\u201d My friends however were a different story! They came to see me, regularly, even on days they weren\u2019t allowed. (Visiting hours were limited to just Sunday afternoons.) A number of them came both Sundays, May 5 as well as May 12. On other days they dropped off care packages containing books, snacks, change of clothes and Mueslix. They came to the Public Prosecutor\u2019s office and they came to the court as well. All of which, of course, helped maintain my sanity.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0But the most crucial contribution my friends in Doha made was to defy the gag order from the school (see Figure 3 below), at great risk to their own jobs, etc. They shared my story with Shabina Khatri, a journalist for Doha News. Following my return to jail after my court appearance, unbeknownst to me, my friends around the world had picked up that as well as the story about my appearance in court the following day, and had begun a campaign for my release.<\/p>\n

3) Qatar Academy Gag Order<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"dorje-blog-image-3\"<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Following my arraignment, the afternoon and evening of May 9, I had my first telephone conversation with a few friends in Doha. I don\u2019t recall any of them mentioning anything about the campaign. Maybe because it hadn\u2019t really picked up or even begun. Regardless, apart from the first Doha News article, I was completely in the dark about everything else to do with the frantic activities taking place literally all over the world.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0In the mean time, I had been racking my brains for a way to tell my international friends about my situation without alarming my family. One option I considered was getting a friend to publicize it through my Facebook page. But concerned about my parents finding out, I had been working on a systematic and efficient way of unfriending all my friends with connections to them. I got as far as passing my login details to a friend. I was confidant that once my friends around the world found out, they would start some campaign. However, that it would be so big I could not have guessed! It had gotten so big in just four days, as a matter of fact, it secured my freedom!<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The afternoon of Sunday, May 12, I walked into the reception area of the police station\u2013to the complete astonishment of my friends waiting to see me inside\u2013a free man, but still unsure and suspicious. The Arab-speaking Qatar Academy staff was also there. The parent had apparently dropped the charges, according to this staff. But his dismissiveness and the flippant manner in which he told me, made it difficult for me to believe him. Besides, the police didn\u2019t have the necessary release papers. I would have to return the following morning for them. I found everything that happened in the police station, before I was allowed to walk out, a little surreal. I signed two papers with some Arabic texts on them. The Arab-speaking QA staff explained that the signatures were to confirm that I would not \u201cengage in such activities if I returned to Qatar in the future.\u201d I had not even expected to be released. Even if released, I had absolutely no plans to return to Qatar. Additionally, I was among friends outside. What\u2019s more, they were telling me I had no idea what had been happening around the world. Not much of what my friends were telling me about the campaign sank in\u2013I don\u2019t remember much of those conversations\u2013and I wasn\u2019t sure what was going on.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0That I was free finally sank in when I stepped out of my friend Jannie\u2019s car in front of his apartment and saw familiar faces gathered outside. As soon as I stepped out, they started clapping and cheering, and hugging me as if welcoming a hero! Then profuse tears of relief starting flowing. Feeling relieved, a little strange and awkward, a little embarrassed and feeling a little underserving of the attention and accolades, and to stop them from continuing on, I spoke the first of only a few different things I uttered to them that afternoon, \u201dI did nothing!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Walking up and into Jannie\u2019s apartment, I was again welcomed by more friends and colleagues with open arms, with hugs and kisses. Between sobs and sniffling, at one point when everyone had quieted down (expectantly?), I uttered one more sentence,\u201dSomething good will come out of this. Something good will come out of this!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0More friends and colleagues poured in throughout the rest of the late afternoon. Something triggered the memory of the heart-wrenching story of \u2018Chotu\u2019 causing me to again begin sobbing and to utter another sentence, \u201dThere is a little kid, maybe 19, in there and he has no clue why.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The Principal and the Vice-principal also came to congratulate me on my release. The Principal informed me how I needed to thank the Vice-principal for his work with the parent getting him to drop the charges. What they were unaware of was that I had already had long-distance phone conversations with two friends heavily involved in the campaign. Thousands of friends, colleagues, classmates, former colleagues, former teachers, former students, friends of friends and other well-wishers had spent hours on the campaign. A number of them had spent sleepless nights running and coordinating the campaign. By this time, I had already grown suspicious of the “official” reason for my release.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0That afternoon there were concerns for my safety and security. My friends and the Nepalese Embassy made arrangements for a secure accommodation for my last night in Doha. It wasn\u2019t, therefore, until after 36 hours of my release, until I was safe and secure in Kathmandu, Nepal, far away from Qatar, that I was able to make my first public statement.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0All that because of a 12-year old\u2019s words to his father about an exchange we had in the cafeteria. Some additional adults were also indirectly involved in the ordeal. When their numbers are added up\u2013the parent, the four administrators and the seven Board of Governors of Qatar Academy\u2013oddly, you also get 12! The numbers associated with the ordeal therefore should actually be the following: 12121212\u201312-year old, 12 adults, 12 days and 12th of May.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Even after all that, after everything had been said and done, I have gotten confirmation that the charges have still NOT been dropped!<\/p>\n

Start Something Good with Dorje Gurung<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Today, Dorje is safely back in his home country of Nepal, intently focused on creating a school to provide high quality education to children in rural areas of Nepal. You can learn more about this project Start Something Good.<\/p>\n

Please note: The donation feature at the Start Something Good web page has temporarily expired. A new donation feature will be coming soon. If you would like to help support Dorje’s project, stay tuned…we’ll let you know when the donation feature is available again. In the meantime, you can visit Start Something Good to learn all about this project.<\/p>\n

The preceding article comes from the Dorje Gurung Blog and was reproduced with the permission of Dorje Gurung. You can view his entire Blog on this and other topics related to education @\u00a0http:\/\/www.dorjegurung.com\/blog\/<\/p>\n<\/div>

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