Open Forum 2012: New Media for Health and Rights Activism- Opportunities and Challenges

That was the title of the panel I was on in the afternoon of the Money day of the Open Forum. It is impossible to self-blog, so I am just going to give space to the people I was honored to share a table with. Let me direct your attentions to the following links:

1. Our moderator, Paula Akugizibwe (writer, activist). I can't actually capture how good this woman is in a few words, and so I invite you to please Google her, read her work and watch her videos. 

2. Rachel Gichinga of Kuweni Serious, a very serious operation against apathy in Kenya. Doing good work, and Ms. Rachel sure brought the passion. 

3. Lukonga Lindunda of BongoHive fame in Zambia, active on the ground and in the cyberspace.

4. Brett Davidson, an old hand at new media and the man who brought us together. 

My regret is that time, exhaustion and ulterior missions did not allow me nearly the time I should have spent plumbing the depths of my fellow panelists' experience and wisdom. I highly recommend their sites and am wondering how to lure them all down/up to Dar for some more exchange. A warm thanks to Brett, for making this happen. 

Open Forum 2012: Money

"Money, money, money/It's so funny/Makes the world go around"- ABBA

I spent the morning of day one hunched over a bowl of minestrone trying to convince my respiratory tract to cooperate, which it did eventually, allowing me to finally enter the Forum in an afternoon panel session about African Philanthropy. Here are some highlights of what turned out to be a riveting conversation:

1. Amusingly enough, there was a point at which the various Foundation representatives on the panel tried to defuse the argument about dirty money funding activism with a simple message: philanthropy is conscience laundering. I believe it was Hadeel Ibrahim, scioness of Mo Ibrahim and Board Member of the Mo Ibrahim Foundation, who offered the phrase. I loved it because it acknowledges the tensions between the money-making ethos and the nearly diametrically-opposed philosophies of social change- activism for equity. 

Because this is a contradiction that I find difficult, so far I have chosen to avoid it by practicing an almost monastic rejection of the commercial on the Mikocheni Report. And yet here I was, staying at 15 on Orange with a magnificent view of Table Mountain to greet me every morning and evening. with a pocket full of Uncle George's money giving me the sexy eye from my side table*. It didn't help that Jay Naidoo chose his moment to strike at the core of what bothers me about working as an activist today, and getting funded to effect +ve social change. He tugged on his salt-and-pepper goatee and lobbed an "in my day," challenging young activists to get up and do what they need to do without waiting for perdiems, for donors, for friendly Foundations to organize them. I don't think that's the case with all youth and activists but I do see his point about the insidiousness of the donor model in civil society in general, and its effect on manufactured activists in particular. (manufactivists?...there's a smash-up word lurking in there somewhere). 

It would be easy enough to say to people with a cause that the best way to avoid that moral dilemma is to simply avoid funding, raise their own funds for activities, focus on voluntarism and that sort of thing. But at the end of the day, it cannot be denied that money has its uses and that sometimes to get things done we do collaborate with the self-safe corporations that we so love to denigrate. The only answers are found at the individual level, or that of the organization, where decisions must be made about how to navigate these complexities. 

2. On the panel we had: Ms. Ibrahim and Mr. Naidoo- already hyperlinked above- as well as Janet Mawiyoo, Wieber Boer who heads the Tony Elumelu Foundation** and Cedric Ntumba being moderated by Akwasi Aidoo. There was a lot of money sitting up there along with the obligatory sheepish admission about how murkily the money may, or may not, have been made- necessary considering the crowd. Ironically as the week progressed one of the big issues I picked up listening to the SA news was a story about some kind of salary subsidy that the government has been giving to 'young' citizens- I wasn't clear on whether this targets students of people in the workforce. In combination with the consumer culture that has SA by the short and curlies, it has unfortunately been subverted in a culture of conspicuous consumerism that's putting people into debt with clothing stores not to mention the occasional kid who commits suicide because they can't keep up with trends, and other interesting behaviors in-between. Hm. 

Until we can craft a post-money world, I am resigned to the fact that we need this stuff, this construct, this system in order to function at the levels of complexity that underpin contemporary life and globalization. However, I am worried that there is a de-coupling between the making-money bit of things and the making-a-change bit of things. Social Entrepreneurship, like Corporate Social Accountability, is a term that fills me with bemusement as I try to grasp how it can actually work without being overwhelmingly self-serving. Ideology has been pushed aside in favor of these flavorless terms that are too malleable for my liking. 

More importantly, as we grow a generation of Africans who are going to make their millions from our natural resources and other means, as we push the enterpreneurship (capitalist) agenda, why aren't we also talking about what should be done with the astronomical profits that more of us stand to make in the next ten, twenty years? It would be good to see a lot more effort put to selling philanthropy as a way of consuming those future fortunes, along with the Courvoisier and the Maybach. With all due respect to Mr. Naidoo, I don't think his generation was suffering quite the same pressures of materialism as we are... and it will only get worse. It was all too brief a discussion, as all good ones are. 

And then after a quick lunch where I finally understood how small plates really do work well for portion control, a confab with my fellow panelists for our afternoon session and a brief hug with the Jetsetter who was operating at speeds that are not seen in nature in East Africa I managed to attend at least 45 minutes of a session titled: "Democracy for Sale? Secret party Funding- South Africa's next democratic challenge." Just two brief points to make about this session: 

1. This was set up almost like a university lecture, which gave me no end of pleasure. The panelists were: Barbara Hogan, Anthony Butler, Ebrahim Fakir, and Daniel Weeks- who was facilitating the encounter I think. I particularly enjoyed Barbara Hogan's framing of the South African party funding mechanism and Ebrahim Fakir's quick tour through the continent with sound-byte descriptions of mechanisms across roughly 8 countries. I didn't get a chance to ask him what he knew about Tanzania, but he gave some excellent starting points on what to look for in the democratic architecture of a country. Really didn't get a chance to absorb much more but the good thing is that with academics there will be materials, so I'll be on it soon enough. 

2. To bring this home, in Tanzania our public funding discussions are usually focused on things like extractive industry tax revenues and how much MPs are paying themselves out of our pubic coffers but I don't recall seeing any real attention being paid to party funding mechanisms outside of election years. And I am immensely curious as to how we have set up that area of our democracy,  and of course I am ye Grand Old Party the eye. CCM you cynical Socialist, where are you getting your money? Where are you investing your money? Who is giving you money and how much of it are you taking? Of course I must shine the light of unwanted questions on Chadema and CUF too... and, for color, what has got to be the most consistent, well-funded one-man show in parliament- Mr. John Momose Cheyo's United Democratic Party. 

I had to run off to my panel and freestyle for participants who were interested in the meat and potatoes of this social media for change business, so did not finish this excellent session. But I got enough to know where to start digging for more. 

* If you are wondering, I got over my guilt very quickly. Luxury is indeed seductive. And thanks to Uncle George, I managed to afford a certain electronic toy I have only been slavering over for the past forever. I put it down in my "productivity tools" column in the expenditure tracker ;) 

**It occurred to me that George Soros stands out for not having named his Foundation after himself. I wonder why. It's not like it's easy to leave behind bronze cast statues of yourself triumphant, or build a pyramid or a Basilica anymore as a way to be remembered through the ages. The urge to carve 'I Was Here' into the face of human history is definitely not a motive force to be ignored,  and it is always interesting to see how the successful choose to do so.

The Weekly Sneak: Sickle Cell Awareness Day, and Africa Day Are Linked…

Note: I wrote this yesterday morning at six in Cape Town and the plan was to have it posted by last night, so it is a little bit late. Sorry :)

So, happy Africa Day. Hope you’re feeling good about your heritage if you have some African in you. Yeah yeah, “everybody” does, but I am not trying to crawl back into the womb of human history here. If you don’t have some African in you… better luck in your next incarnation. ;)

I have just come back from three days of some heavy, heavy Africa dialogue. You’ll be hearing about it soon soon but for now I just want to give you a heads-up. Sickle Cell Awareness Day is on the 2^nd of June, and this is of particular relevance to us:

“Last year Dr. Julie Makani won the Royal Society Pfizer Award, which recognizes outstanding research contributions by scientists working in Africa. Over the past seven years she has developed the largest single research group of Sickle Cell patients, now exceeding two thousand. Dr. Makani is also a member of the Sickle Cell Disease Research Network of Central Africa (alias le Réseau D’étude de La Drépanocytose en Afrique Centrale, (REDAC) which was established in 2009. It is a network dedicated to combating Sickle Cell Disease in East and Central Africa, and this year they are holding The 3rd REDAC Symposium in Dar-es-Salaam on the 1^st to 2^nd June.

On the second day of the Symposium, Sickle Cell Awareness Day, they will be holding an event at Muhimbili National Hospital to raise awareness about this disease in the public. If you have been wondering about a substantive way to contribute to African welfare, this could be an excellent opportunity. The work that Dr. Makani and her colleagues in the same field do is of great relevance to us both at the very personal, familial level and at the global level.”

Sometimes this writing life makes me want to tear my hair out. This week has been particularly challenging- overstimulated brain, too many threads, too many deadlines, too little time. And I had, as usual, promised too many people that I would show up/write a thing/ help out or whatever. But it was a particular pleasure to write this week’s article because it allowed me to celebrate female achievement, to highlight African scientists, to contribute to a cause that is quite likely literally in our blood and to thread Africanism throughout the whole endeavor. If you can go to the symposium, do. If you can’t, think about supporting Sickle Cell Disease organizations in your country of residence. 

Open Forum 2012: The Youth Summit in A Couple Hundred Words

Cape Town, the day is beautiful and crystalline in that crisp cold South African way. The Youth Summit has begun and we have just broken into discussion groups to greet, mingle and put down our thoughts about three topics that we're going to be discussing soon: Identity, Land Rights, Branding. There are sixty attendants at this meeting and we've all been given these pokens, a cool toy that comes into existence when your businesscard has a three-way with a usb stick and short-distane wireless comms tech.

It was clear from The Chosen Ones in this room that we are going to be having exceedingly interesting intercourse today. So who is here? Plenty of 'youth,' though I suspect that we define this category quite broadly. I am not the only one here who has already popped out a grey hair or five. We are diverse, creative, multicultural, multi-identitied and with a fetish for yellow accents in our clothing. So far only one person has admitted to whoring for the corporates as his dayjob, so you can imagine how far left we're leaning in general. We are artists and performers, thinkers and writers, seekers, reporters, instigators, misbehavers, students, professionals, anarchists, socialist libertarians,  fashion lovers, living with disability, nationalists, democrats, feminists, masculinists... but perhaps not conservatives.

There were three discussion streams: one on land rights (is this your land or my land?) and one on identity (are you too exotic for home?). Between brand and revolution: what are the prospects for youth organizing in the era of 'The Brand?' was the discussion group that I attended because, politics, right? I was not the only one who had palpitations at the use of the word 'brand' in the same sentence as 'revolution' but this worked in our favor, I think. It forced the group to get into a discussion that forced people like me to grow beyond our knee-jerk reaction. In order to move towards a collective dialogue, we had to unpack a lot of very big ideas hiding in very small words. What is revolution? What is branding? What about the individual? What about this business of re-branding Africa...

... which led to a discussion of identity, hegemony, The Dreaded West, multiplicity and onwards and beyond through to owning the infrastructure of the internet and other relatively esoteric subjects.  I was surprised to see such intense discussion rumble along smoothly: we were all being retrained, polite and considerate with each other which is not my usual experience when you squeeze a crowd of passionate people in one room. Although some were perhaps frustrated by the lack of resolution or action points, I was immensely comforted. Also, this Single Unitary Common Vision business? I am not a fan. As it is, my life consists of a lot of Doing Things and being asked to Do Things with very little time for reflection about Why and How to Do and What Things, exactly. All talk and no action was refreshing! 

And that's what this blogger got out of the Youth Summit. I came in with my prejudices- 'youth' summits/forums/conferences etc are almost invariably full of bull poop- and I find myself refreshed, amazed, humbled and challenged. If there is any conclusive statement I want to make about an experience far too rich for me to relate in any detail here, it has to be this one:

Doing is important, it is necessary, it is why we gathered here: so that we can inspire each other to Do, and Do Together, and Do Better. But let us never underestimate the importance of the Thinking and Feeling and Sharing that underpins our Doing. Go forth and have intercourse. I meant the other kinds, you filthy-minded mammal :) 

The Weekly Sneak: Amazing Dialogues With African Men

I like to hunt down guys in their lairs and talk to them about stuff like life, love, women in general, parenthood, etc. to see if all the stuff I have been told about them is really true. On an individual basis or in small groups, conversations with men are absolutely wonderful and incredibly informative. Also: no one gossips with as much generosity or relish as an older man. What I didn't expect to learn from these conversations was empathy. 

Tough as we make it for women to be women, men are also victims in the patriarchy. Though it varies greatly by tribe, religion and so on, there are certain African masculinities that are quite unpleasant if you ask me- that ask men to be much less than they really are. When women fight for the right to pursue our liberty and fulfill our potential, there is a whole movement behind us with support and funding and events and a lexicon. But guys are still expected to remain... what? Stuck in the patriarchal prison? We have to help them break out, and this can't be done through 'sensitization' workshops. 

Because if we don't tackle our gender equity problem, we're going to continue being plagued by flaming idiots the way that Mikocheni is plagued by rats: 

"Zimbabwean politician Morgan Femai recently stated, and I quote: “What I propose is that the government should come up with a law that compels women to have their heads clean-shaven like what the Apostolic sects do” and “They should also not bath because that is what has caused all these problems.”  He was talking about how to combat HIV infection in his country…by attacking women?

Mr. Femai made a few other choice pronouncements about female physiology, but they do not bear repeating outside the confines of a gynaecologists office. Clearly, Mars is too good as a planet of origin for his ilk- this is something dark and reptilian in him that is expressing its dim and thoroughly unwelcome views."

The thing about the Femais of this world is that for the most part they can be avoided or ignored. But every so often they end up on a podium and cause needless trouble. In the near future sexism will become a relic of the past the way that overt racism is- something that only crazed guerrilla survivalists in the bushveld would dare to espouse. For that to happen, we need at present to be vigilant and to smack down flaming idiots whenever and wherever they spew hate speech against what amounts to half of humanity.

All I Want Is An iPad: Liberty, Technology, Humanity

A couple of things going on as I try to prepare to attend the Open Forum 2012 as a blogger. First things first, clearly I need to blog :)  Already started a bit of promo-work on Twitter by Tweeting a couple of call-to-action type messages around the themes- Money, Sex and Power- and I am hoping to follow this up with some online sleuthing to get a feel for current and past trends in Bongo.

But somewhere in there I thought: let me check out the reviews of the new iPad in case I get a chance to buy one to enhance my street cred as a socialmedian*. Well, one thing led to another which led to getting stuck in Wired's product review section. It all started with this simple search: technology trends to watch out for in 2012, and ended with a meditative trance on questions of technology affordability and uptake, development, consumerism, science and what it means to be 'human' generally and 'Tanzanian' specifically in our current age. It didn't help that I had a brief stop-over on BBC news where I glanced through a story about an endangered tribe in Amazonia- one of the last Great Unpluggeds- while I was at it.

So I started to think about this lust for shiny Apple products and the delirious gaps between those of us who can afford them and those of us who can barely text and it is doing my head in. Over the course of the next week or so I am going to be posting a mixture of musings and "liveblogging" around the conference. Expect some stream-of-consciousness. Here goes:

1. Belonging in Social Media: questions of access and affordability, education and functionality.

We talk about access all the time- and social media is a very restricted space in Tanzania at the moment. There are several elements that make it so: literacy, which gives you awareness and knowledge and skills to navigate, say, a keypad or a printed ticket, is not what it could be. There's language: we need to translate everything into our lingua franca and that goes beyond mere vocabulary- there is also the physical and psychological language of computing to deal with. So thinking outside the box:  what if we start thinking of basic education in the 21st century as functional computer literacy in addition to reading and writing? 

2. Which means that really, I am obsessing about a revolution in our education systems and philosophies. Now, I am a big believer in self-teaching supported by student-friendly teaching (by which I mean intellectual guidance) mechanisms like tutorials, libraries and public lectures. How incredibly logical, flexible, constructive would it be to have a non-standardized, fluid knowledge system that is calibrated to let individuals explore and fulfill their potentials...possibly at a lower cost than our current public schooling systems? How revolutionary, how empowering, how...right. Wait, what do you mean someone already invented the internet? Jokes aside, the future of education is looking very very different than the current state.

3. And while we are on the topic of collective knowledge: just attended the May meeting of the Dar Bloggers' Circle which is still being convened by the wonderful, efficient and slightly frightening Biche who remembers EVERYTHING you have EVER said in DBC meetings. My ulterior motive: ask the gang what they think of social media for activism in Tanzania- how do we use it, for what purposes and to what ends, etc. Amongst other things, I learned today that there is such a thing as national characteristic in the Twitterverse. Biche, a true East African citizen, regularly surveys the region and gave me a fascinating soundbyte of her findings. Oh, what- you want to know? Come to the next DBC meeting, third Wednesday of June. Karibu. 

4. Sidenote: Dr. Hasan Mshinde, the Director General of Costech, dropped by to say hello because he was so excited to see women- women!- in his building using the ICT hub. Ladies: we're in high demand here. There are probably people dying to throw money/mentorship/support at you if they could only find you. So step up, she-geek. 

*I wanted to rock up in CT with at least one piece of technology that does not mark me out as a North of the Limpopo Country Cousin... if you know what I mean. Everyone's going to be bringing their toys and I don't want to be the only one stuck with a 10-kilo laptop that's about as hip as a hip replacement. But I will be. Sigh. 

I Need To Post This So I Can Close Two Tabs on My Browser: Herzog, Bornstein.

There are times when I come across articles that crush me with envy. I keep the tabs open for weeks, lovestruck, jealous, awed. As a failed (if stubborn) poet, I am always at the mercy of a good turn of phrase. Yes, yes, the subject is important, if you insist. Oh, but how the writer writes it! Therein lies the rapture. Currently I am inching through a Shaaban Roberts book because so many paragraphs leave me paralyzed, pondering how he folds Kiswahili- a distinctly wordy language- into such elegant. effing. simplicity. And then I weep, because my own Kiswahili will always be disgustingly infantile, dragging its broken self across people's ears like nails across a blackboard. Damn you, Shaaban Roberts! I was happy when I didn't know you...

All of which is to lead up to these two links- can't remember who I lifted them from, but thank you. Fair warning: they are both a little nuts, excessive, self-satisfied and arrogant with a liberal sprinkling of swearwords. Everything that you're not supposed to do as a "good" writer. The second one makes for excellent reading- and seriously, who doesn't want to know more about Scientologists? But the first one is magic. It's neither here, nor there. It goes, in fact, nowhere. It won't feed the hungry, and it won't make you a better person. Sometimes, that's exactly what the soul needs. What I would give for a magazine with literary pretensions in Dar es Salaam. This writing life...

1. Rosalina. Woman.

You constantly revile me with your singular lack of vision. Be aware, there is an essential truth and beauty in all things. From the death throes of a speared gazelle to the damaged smile of a freeway homeless. But that does not mean that the invisibility of something implies its lack of being. Though simpleton babies foolishly believe the person before them vanishes when they cover their eyes during a hateful game of peek-a-boo, this is a fallacy. And so it is that the unseen dusty build up that accumulates behind the DVD shelves in the rumpus room exists also. This is unacceptable.

2. I joined the Church of Scientology in 1970, and by the end of the decade, I was at the top of my game. I was a full Lieutenant. Only fifty people in all of Scientology outranked me. I’d been First Mate of the Flagship; and a few years later, I was working directly with the Commodore [Hubbard], planning public relations strategies for Scientology worldwide. I managed an entire fucking continent for them. Then I crashed and burned on Southern Comfort and Coca-Cola, sex, junk food, and tranny porn. My job performance took a nosedive, and I was summarily removed from my post in middle management and demoted to sales, where, phoenix-like, I rose from my own ashes brighter and stronger than ever.

Overwhelmed.

Dear Mikocheni Report readers: thanks for your patience. I fell off the edge of the blog again, we both know it, and I apologize. It happens at least once a year (maybe more, but who is counting) and I can't tell the three of you how deeply I appreciate your not switching channels on me, if you know what I mean.

Now that I am getting back in stride, I am feeling excessively enthusiastic and thoroughly stifled under the sheer number of topics I want/need to over-share with you. Which means bullet points are the only way to get this done. So:

1. I missed the blogiversary again... which makes this a tradition. The Mikocheni Report turned four years old in April. I won't lie to you: I have thought of quitting many times and more so lately. I am finding it challenging to keep up- this blogging is an evolutionary process, and a demanding one at that. But it is not yet time to throw in the towel. Not yet. So- no discussion of stats this year, no empty promises of improvements. I cordially invite any suggestions, with the usual caveat that who knows if I will work on them. I just want to say this: still utterly amazed by what the blog has made possible, and humbled by the experience of sharing some part of life with you online. And grateful. 

2. I am going to Cape Town soon-soon to attend a Forum about Money (ugh), Power and Sex . It's the second official trip for The Mikocheni Report to blog/panel, and yes I still find public speaking more terrifying than death, or rats. But maybe not spiders. Since I have to sing for my supper and the topic is leveraging social media for activism (preferably health activism) holler at me if you think that there are Tanzanian initiatives I should name-check. So far am planning to ramble about: the Dar Blogger's Circle, Twitter Politics, the Doctor's Strike, #ChangeTanzania and whatever else I can pull out of my memory if my voice does not retreat into my little toe out of fear. Suggestions more than welcome. Also: did I mention I'll be blogging? So, like, come to Cape Town with me.

3. Non-sequitur: Dar is getting super culturally diverse, hallelujah. And with this diversity have come all kinds of 'ethnic' restaurants- praise be. Sound-byte reviews: 1.Velisa's (Mikocheni)- order the slow-cooked stuff like oxtail and goat curry, it is a Jamaican restaurant after all, they pour a generous cocktail and are right mellow if pricey-ish. Bella Luna (Masaki)- sweet lord almighty, take your loved one there and share a plate of the ravioli and a bottle of wine, just ignore the atrocious europop on the sound system. 3. The Brazilian Churrasceria whose name I never got (Mikocheni)- nearly made three grown women weep from meat-induced rapture, none of the beef is Tanzanian but for once I didn't care about foodmiles: this is nearly Maasai-grade firemeat. 4. Unnamed Location Number One (Mikocheni)- I promised not to tell, but there is a hotel in the hood that has superb spicy/sweet BBQ chicken that I dream about, and I am not even into chicken. Follow your nose. 

All right, get back to work you web-surfing slacker. And thanks for stopping by. Normal-ish operations to resume sometime in the near future. 

The Weekly Sneak: On to the Next Thing

Well, it's not like I can NOT comment on the new cabinet thing even if I didn't want to. A little independence is one thing, but when a columnist starts to get too "self-directed" (i.e. out of touch with trending stories) then she might be inviting The Men In Nairobi to reconsider her contract, and not in a good way. As some former Ministers can tell you, performance reviews are a (insert your word of choice). As I am not a details girl, I have left all in-depth plumbing of the implications of the new appointments to those who are more competent. Instead, I have tried to offer a look beyond:

"Lookingat the arc of events that has led us to this point as a collective, I wouldhave to say that the prognosis looks good right now. We might just be learninghow to finesse our political processes with an eye to useful governance, whichis a step on the road to the unattainable idea of great governance. Now that we’redoing slightly better at this Executive and Legislature business, it might betime to turn our attentions to some of the other lurking behemoths: theJudiciary and that most important institution of all, the Civil Service."

It isn't hard for me to stir myself into a frenzy of nationalistic fervor, but so rarely does an opportunity come along to do so because things are going well. Political optimists, you know, we really have to work hard not to come across as desperately naive and/or clinically insane. But this Cabinet thing, good stuff, and an excellent jump-off point to look at our other institutions. So much work to be done! Feel that energy? Feel it? Yeah. :)

The Weekly Sneak: No Surprises Here!

Heh. I was accused recently of selling out by showing my conservative establishment-loving streak, and of being predictable by always addressing the topic of the moment in the EA column. I hate to disappoint loyal, supportive and discerning fans, so coming soon to an East African near you is a piece about... you guessed it! May Day. And I treat the government alright, too :)

"I find it hard to say what May Day inspires in the present, from a heart-felt perspective, probably like many of my contemporaries. There is a point at which inherited traditions are carried out by rote, with a large dose of faking it thrown in for good measure. If you haven’t lived through particular times, embracing  the ethos of the age in question becomes challenging.   I fear that as Tanzania forges ahead into her brightening future, May Day is going to become as irrelevant as Nane Nane- designed to celebrate farmers and agriculture. And to a lesser extent Saba Saba, which was intended to showcase local industry and has now become a yearly festival for the purchase of cheap plastic imports from China and women’s cooperative handicrafts from the further reaches of Outer Tanganyika."

Feedback. Like eating your veggies, it's good fer ya. Right? Right.