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Ethiopia: When strangers become family

By Robin Summerfield | Calgary Herald

Robin and Anjanette Bailey and their children Josiah, 7, and Hannah, 9, hold a photo of Mamush before leaving for Ethiopia to meet the newest member of their family for the first time. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

The Bailey family fridge is plastered with photos, an erasable calendar and to-do notes.

Amid this mishmash, one face draws the eye.

In the photo, a boy with closely cropped curly black hair stands alone, leaning up against a white stucco wall.

Looking directly into the camera, he suppresses a grin. Deep dimples dot both cheeks.

Hannah Bailey, 9, and Josiah, 7, will soon have a new brother. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

His name is Mamush.

For months, he’s been a two-dimensional figure in this home, yet he’s already become a huge force in the Baileys’ lives.

In 1999, Robin and Anjanette and their baby daughter Hannah moved to Taber, where the new dad took a job as a youth pastor at a local church.

The couple, who’d married young and lived in Ontario their entire lives, were eager to move to the West.

In 2000, their son Josiah was born.

How do you shop for shoes for a child you’ve never met? Use paper tracings of their feet. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

By 2003, the family moved to Cochrane, where Robin, a “church planter” with the Christian Reformed Church, was charged with building a congregation.

Today, his wife Anjanette cares for their children and teaches piano.

One boy, one girl, a minivan and a family dog — it seems the Bailey family is complete.

But they want another child.

After months of waiting, Robin and Anjanette Bailey of Cochrane share a laugh while shopping for clothes for their Ethiopian son. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

After the birth of their son, Anjanette didn’t want to go through another pregnancy. Robin had a vasectomy.

They both wanted to adopt a child from overseas.

As a couple who have built their lives on a deep-rooted Christian faith, the Baileys firmly believe they were meant to adopt a boy of colour.

“It’s just who we are,” says Robin, struggling to explain why they wanted a boy from overseas rather than a domestic adoption.

“I just knew that it would be — that that’s how our family will look,” adds Anjanette.

A family of four will soon become five. The Baileys prepare to add a new child in their lives. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

The Baileys long suspected the journey to adopt a foreign child would be complicated, but even they’ve been daunted by what the past 18 months have delivered.

“I can handle a lot more than I thought I could, and not fall apart at the seams,” Anjanette explains.

Getting in Line — January 2008

If there’s anything the couple has learned, it’s that adopting a child from overseas takes will-power, fortitude, patience and plenty of money.

The sun rises over homes in Addis Ababa, the impoverished Ethiopian capital. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

Navigating the maze of international adoption rules — with its labyrinth of provincial, federal and foreign bureaucracy — is frustrating and time-consuming, but it’s only the first step.

International adoptees, by virtue of poverty and malnutrition, often have special needs.

They don’t speak the same language as their new parents. Many are sick; others are simply starved for attention.

Orphans must leave their country and culture behind, and feelings of abandonment can surface later. This raises the broader question of what western nations are doing to developing countries by spiriting their children away to another world.

Inside an Addis Ababa market, Robin Bailey stocks up on groceries for his family. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

Even in their own families, parents and children sometimes struggle to bridge cultural differences and face discrimination in the broader community.

Parents like the Baileys believe the problems are manageable, a child will be available, the bills will be paid, the adoption will go through, and they’ll be left with a united family.

“It is such a leap of faith, but so is getting pregnant, so is getting married. Most of life is, though, right?” Robin says.

Last year, Canadians took the same leap and adopted more than 1,700 children from overseas.

Sporting a grin like the one in his photos, Mamush meets his new family from Canada for the first time inside an orphanage in Addis Ababa. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

Conversely, about 1,800 Ethiopian children are adopted annually by foreigners around the world, a number that has spiked since celebrity Angelina Jolie brought home a girl from the country in 2005.

In Alberta, about 1,000 families are currently in the international adoption queue.

While China is still the No. 1 country for international adoptions to Canada, adoptions from the landlocked east-African nation have steadily grown in the last four years, reaching 134 adoptions last year.

The main reason for the jump is time.

Without his own toys, Mamush holds gifts from his new family. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

Ethiopian adoptions take an average of 18 months, making it a relatively quick process, at least for now. It’s fast, it’s regulated and it’s predictable.

The average cost for a foreign adoption varies, but can span between $15,000 and $35,000.

Amid such price tags, though, there are concerns that the dollars and cents are sometimes more important than the child’s welfare.

“Many families approach adoption with a consumer mentality — they paid money, they expect fast service, delivered on time with a guarantee the child will have no defects,” says Deborah Northcott, co-founder of the Canadian Advocates for the Adoption of Children (CAFAC), an international adoption agency.

After five months living at an orphanage, Mamush will soon go to Alberta with his new parents, Robin and Anjanette Bailey. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

“It isn’t like ordering a car,” she says. “It’s about ‘Are you going to be a good parent to this child?’ ”

The Baileys answered that question with a resounding yes, deciding they wanted to adopt a youngster from another country.

Mamush, whose name literally means “little boy” in his native Amharic language, fit the bill.

He entered Ethiopia’s adoption system two months shy of his third birthday.

His father, who mowed grass for a living, died before he was born. Mamush has three older brothers and one older sister, according to adoption records.

Brothers Josiah, 7, and Mamush, 3, bond while playing soccer. (Photo: Leah Hennel/Calgary Herald)

His family lives in Kembata, a rural region south of Addis Ababa, the country’s capital city of 3.6 million people.

One year ago, on Nov. 5, 2007, Mamush’s mother gave up her youngest child.

Locals working in the region with a Canadian international adoption agency arranged to pick up the boy, along with several other children, at a meeting point.

On the way to Addis Ababa, the vehicle broke down and the kids were stuck at the side of the road for hours.

They were hungry, tired and scared.

It was dark by the time Mamush and the other children arrived in Addis Ababa at the orphanage operated by Canadian Advocates for the Adoption of Children.

Staff already had a family in mind for Mamush.

The Baileys — the young couple from Alberta — had put their names forward for a child two months earlier.

Robin and Anjanette met at a church youth group in Mississauga, Ont., more than 17 years ago.

She was 17, went to church regularly and had never kissed a boy.

He was 21, had quit church, drank and hung out with a dodgy crowd that stole gas from parked cars for kicks.

“He was big and scary,” says Anjanette, recalling her first impressions of the man who would later win her heart.

“He’s this charismatic type of person and people are drawn to him,” Anjanette says. “I just knew he was the one I was going to marry.”

Despite different personalities, they fell in love and were married five years later on Dec. 1, 1995.

She went to university to study music; he took religious studies at a local Bible college.

They both had a deep faith in God and wanted a family, one that might include an adopted child from overseas.

Anjanette had an aunt and uncle who’d adopted a young girl from India three decades earlier.

Robin’s mother worked at World Vision, a faith-based group that assists impoverished children in developing countries.

The idea of helping a child, perhaps from Haiti or Africa, attracted them.

Yet it would be seven years after they moved to Alberta in 1999, and after the birth of their two children, before those talks grew serious.

Preparing for a New Son — February 2008

One day two years ago, Robin searched the Internet and found a 25-page international adoption guide on the Alberta Children and Youth Services Department website.

In August 2006, the couple took a one-day course, showing them the obstacles in their way: money, effort and an estimated cost of up to $30,000 US, plus travel.

“It was overwhelming,” says Robin.

“We walked away going, ‘Wow, we really have to be serious about this,’ ” adds Anjanette.

They let the idea percolate longer.

Last year, the couple hired Christian Adoption Services to oversee a home study, putting their lives, finances and motivations for adopting under the microscope.

The first home study cost $1,300, while another $2,250 went to the adoption agency CAFAC.

Anjanette worried that they couldn’t afford the adoption on Robin’s $50,000 annual church salary and her earnings teaching piano.

The bank gave them a personal line of credit for $20,000 to help finance the adoption.

Robin took over as the family’s point man for all paperwork, phone calls and appointment scheduling.

“I think (Anjanette) thought that if she put it in my lap, it would slow (the adoption) right down,” Robin says, “but the exact opposite thing happened.”

Early on, the couple decided they wanted a boy about two years old, given the ages of their older children.

Meanwhile, the couple faced tough questions inside their home. The choice to adopt a boy — because girls are often the first choice in international adoptions — confused their daughter Hannah.

“She came to me one day and asked, ‘Why do you hate girls?’ It broke my heart,” Anjanette says.

The 34-year-old mother explained their reasoning. Hannah was satisfied and “after that she decided she wanted a brother,” Anjanette says.

Yet, as bills mounted last year, Anjanette grew scared. They couldn’t foot more expenses.

It was over, she decided.

The next day, however, Robin received a registered letter. They had won $10,000 from an Ontario charity called Orphan’s Hope that Robin had applied to months earlier. The windfall would go toward

When Robin told Anjanette the news, her money fears fell away.

It was another sign that “we’re supposed to do this,” she says.

In September, their dossier — which includes the family background, reports, documentation, proof of finances, and the age and sex of the child they wanted — was sent to Addis Ababa via FedEx.

Then, they waited.

On Dec. 14, 2007, the adoption agency called with news.

They had a match.

The following day, the Baileys got their first look at their new son Mamush, in photos inside his referral folder.

“We had heard about people falling in love the moment they saw their child’s picture, but we felt more shock,” Robin says.

Mamush didn’t feel like their son yet.

He was just a stranger in a photo, a name in a file.

“I looked at his picture and thought, ‘Is this really the one?’ ” Anjanette says. “Is this really going to be our son?”

The Journey Ahead — March 2008

It’s the small signs inside the Bailey home that show their life is set to change.

Soon they will be five instead of four, along with their pug-beagle named Bolen.

Robin and Anjanette think about adding a leaf to the family’s kitchen table and figure out who will sit where when Mamush arrives.

Both Bailey kids happily chat about Ethiopia and the little brother they’ve never met, whose picture now sits near their school photos in the living room.

Upstairs in her bedroom, Hannah pulls out a picture book on Ethiopia and practises the Amharic words she’s learning.

Inside Josiah’s bedroom next door, he explains how Mamush will take the bottom bunk while he, as the big brother, will sleep on the top bunk of their shared bedroom.

They know they’re going to Africa on an adventure — all to meet Mamush and bring their new brother home.

Meanwhile, inside a courtroom in Addis Ababa on Feb. 26, Mamush’s mother relinquishes all rights to her son, giving verbal and written approval for the adoption.

Mamush is officially a Bailey.

For Robin, this point in the adoption has become the most frustrating.

“He’s officially part of our family and now because of government paperwork, he can’t be here,” the father of three says.

“You want to be able to start living together and not have this distance between us.”

In late March, the couple get an e-mail that they will leave for Ethiopia next month, along with nine other Canadian families on the same journey.

Smiles and Tears in Addis Ababa — April 26

It’s Saturday morning in late April and a small group of Canadian parents-to-be wait anxiously in a gated courtyard of an Addis Ababa orphanage.

They’ve come a long way and waited a long time for this moment — to meet their new children for the first time.

Biology and science have failed some of these parents, while others have biological children but have chosen to expand their families through international adoption.

Whatever their reasons, much rides on these next few minutes.

“It’s like the biggest blind date ever,” says one mother-to-be from Russell, Man.

“We both woke up at 3 a.m. with mutual panic attacks,” she adds, motioning to her husband nearby.

For Robin and Anjanette, with Hannah and Josiah in tow, this moment is the culmination of 18 months of waiting, paperwork and almost $12,000.

Soon, singles and couples are escorted to the living room inside the orphanage operated by CAFAC. This is just the first meeting before they take their children home the following day.

Through the living room window, nannies are seen handing over Ethiopian babies to their new parents.

Waiting for their turn outside, the Baileys are finally brought in.

Sitting together on the sofa, the family holds gifts for Mamush: a soccer ball, picture books and a bag full of other games and toys.

The day before, the Baileys travelled a gruelling 24 hours, flying from Calgary to Germany, and on to Sudan, before finally reaching Addis Ababa.

Now, the moment has come.

Without warning, Mamush appears — to blink would be to miss it.

He’s led by his right hand to the sofa by Deborah Northcott, who runs the adoption agency.

A small child, less than three feet tall, Mamush has short dark hair and is wearing a blue and red knit sweater that’s too short for his arms.

In the face of this monumental moment in his young life, he bears a wary look.

Mamush quickly pads across the floor in blue sneakers, remaining silent.

Then, spotting his new sister Hannah and brother Josiah, he breaks into a grin, like the one he sported in photos still posted on the family’s fridge in Cochrane.

Anjanette begins to cry. Robin breaks into a wide smile.

Speaking in Amharic from across the room, a translator jumps in with an explanation for the boy. His new mommy is crying because she’s so happy to meet him, the translator tells him.

Mamush flashes a slight smile and arches his eyebrows — signifying “yes” in Ethiopian body language. He turns and plants a kiss on Hannah’s cheek. Robin is next.

Big brother Josiah gets a smacker right on the lips, which the seven-year-old immediately rubs off with his arm.

From across the room, the translator speaks again to the little boy in Amharic. After a slight delay, Mamush pecks his new mom’s cheek.

She grins widely and rests a hand over his little hand momentarily before pulling away.

Hannah hands Mamush her favourite stuffed animal, a grey koala bear. Big sister is instantly in love, touching Mamush’s head and standing close to him.

The next few minutes pass in a blur. The family of five walk outside together to the sunlit courtyard, where other families have gathered with their new children.

Fifteen adults and 16 children crowd the tiny courtyard, and play becomes the shared language.

Some children show signs of sickness, with runny noses, coughs and the bumps of bacterial infections.

Photos are snapped, fast and furiously, capturing these once-in-a-lifetime moments.

The Baileys claim a small patch of grass for themselves and toss the soccer ball around in a circle.

Mamush is silent, yet offers up a few toothy grins when someone makes a good catch, or Hannah and Josiah make funny faces or call his name.

Then Robin pulls Mamush onto his lap, as the family sits down together in a close circle.

The official introductions begin. Anjanette points to herself, and says “Mommy.” Robin jumps in, saying “Daddy.” Anjanette points to Hannah, then Josiah, saying their names slowly.

Mamush quietly repeats back each name.

“You’re a smart boy,” Robin praises the little child.

They all speak to him in English, carrying on one-sided conversations with the boy who speaks Amharic.

The soccer ball is produced again and Mamush reveals the three-year-old within.

He chatters away in Amharic, talking to Josiah as he kicks the ball back and forth to his new family.

As time slips by quickly — in contrast to the wait before the meeting — their visit winds down.

Back in the living room, parents retrieve special outfits for their new kids — the clothes for pickup day. Mamush will wear brown pants, a T-shirt printed with African animals, and new sports sandals the family bought in Calgary using paper tracings of his little feet sent along about a month ago.

Inside the crowded living room, Anjanette sits on a chair against the wall and pulls Mamush to her lap for a quiet moment.

“How are you doing?” she asks him calmly. “It’s a big morning, isn’t it?”

He says nothing in return.

Around the room, other families say similarly toned goodbyes in quiet clusters.

Ethiopian caregivers — surrogate moms to the adoptees — reappear in the room. One by one, they take infants from the arms and laps of the new Canadian parents.

A new mom struggles. She must give back her infant daughter, her first child, but hesitates before handing the baby over. Now childless again, the mother breaks down crying, as her husband pulls her close.

“OK, that’s the hardest thing I’ve been through,” offers another Canadian mother nearby who has just said goodbye herself.

The excitement, joy and delight of the past two hours has evaporated from the room.

The Baileys hug Mamush, one after the other.

Then he’s gone, as fast as he first appeared.

Tomorrow he will join the family for good.

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– Coming Sunday: Meeting Mamush

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When Strangers Become Family

Part 1: The Path to Ethiopia

For six months, the Calgary Herald followed one family’s unpredictable journey to adopt a child from another land.

Today: The Path to Ethiopia. The Bailey family faces obstacles — time, money, paperwork — to expand their family.

Sunday: Meeting Mamush. The Baileys go to Ethiopia, but will this young orphan find a spot in their family?

Monday: Mamush comes to Canada. Homesickness, language barriers and discrimination — the struggles to adapt to a new country.

Tuesday: Trends, tragedies and triumphs. How international adoption is changing the world.

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Counting the Cost: A breakdown of what the Baileys paid to adopt Mamush

$1,300 to Calgary-based Christian Adoption Services for home study.

$4,500 to Canadian Advocates for the Adoption of Children for agency fees.

This Medicine Hat-based agency acts as a liaison for families adopting internationally. The agency owns a transition home in Addis Ababa and works with locals on the ground

facilitating Ethiopian adoptions to Canadians. It also handles international adoptions to a handful of other countries, including Haiti, Russia and China.

$5,500 to Ethiopia for all costs, court fees, transition home, etc.

$600 for three post-placement reports.

About $10,000 travel, hotel and living costs in Ethiopia.

Rebate: In July 2007, the Baileys won a $10,000 grant from Orphan’s Hope, a Cambridge, Ont.-based charity that awards money to Canadian families adopting foreign children.

Final cost: $11,900

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Do you have what it takes to adopt?

These are a few of the questions prospective parents hoping to adopt from the Philippines are asked to answer on a questionnaire. While not mandatory, the answers help authorities determine an applicant’s suitability.

1. Describe the kind of person your mother is/was and your relationship to her.

2. Describe the kind of person your father is/was and your relationship to him.

3. Describe any difficulties, frustrations, embarrassments, sad incidents you experienced as a child.

3. Describe a happy incident you had as a child.

4. Describe your best friend and the reasons why you like him or her. If no best friend, why?

5. What do you like best about yourself? Least?

6. If you suddenly had a two-week paid vacation, what is the first thing you would do?

7. What would you change about your personality, if possible?

8. What would you change about your body, if possible?

9. What do you feel has been the cause of your present happiness?

10. Describe any recurring dream(s) you may have had in your lifetime. Describe any recent dreams you have had.

Source: Alberta Children and Youth Services

Ethiopia: EPPF reorganizes its Int’l Council, appoints officials

The Ethiopian People Patriotic Front’s (EPPF) leadership has reorganized its International Committee and named its officials today.

The EPPF’s primary responsibility will be to mobilize Ethiopians around the world to support the organization, according to the leadership.

The newly restructured International Council has 20 members and a 9-member executive committee.

Members of the executive committee include:

Ato Leul Qeskis, Chairman
Ato Melke Mengiste, Secretary General
Ato Kassaye Mersha, Vice-Chairman
Ato Assefa Hailu, Head of Political Affairs
Ato Sileshi Tilahun, Head of Organizational Affairs
Ato Zewdalem Kebede, Head of Public Relations
Ato Daniel Gobeze, Spokesperson
Ato Demis Belete, Head of the Press Office
Ato Getachew Teyet, Head of Logistics

The above executives are also part of the 20-member International Council.

Additionally, according to the EPPF leadership, an advisory group of at least 10 individuals is being formed.

The chairman, Ato Leul Qeskis, and the Secretay General, Ato Assefa Hailu, were elected to parliament in 2005 as members of the Coalition for Unity and Democracy Party (Kinijit). When the Woyane regime stole the election, and after witnessing the atrocities Woyannes were committing against their constituents, instead of joining the rubber-stamp parliament, both of them, along with three other parliamentarians, chose to join the EPPF fighters. After 3 months in the field, the EPPF leadership decided that they are more needed in the political field and sent them to Asmara. Currently, Ato Luel and Ato Assefa are in Europe. With their new role, they will make frequent trips between the Diaspora and the camps in the field where all the EPPF top leadership and fighters are.

To explain these and other developments, the chairman of EPPF International Council, Ato Leul Qeskis, will hold a press conference next Sunday, Nov. 16, 2008, at 3:00 PM Washington DC time.

Acid attacker received 20 years in jail

ADDIS ABABA, ETHIOPIA – Demissew Zerihun, who attacked 21-year-old Kamilat Mehdi in March 2007 with acid, received a 20-year jail sentence by a superior court in Addis Ababa yesterday. Co-defendant Yacob Haile was released freely.

Ladder that has been there since 19th Century, Church of Holy Sepulchre

Demissew Zerihun sentenced to 20 years in prison

The acid attack, which severely disfigured Kamilat, had shocked Addis Ababa residents. Kamilat is currently in Paris, France undergoing constructive surgery.

A lower court had previously convicted and sentenced Demissew to death and Yared to 20 years in prison.

Upon appeal, the high court ruled that since Demissew did not intend to kill Kamilat, he doesn’t deserve to be punished by death. The high court also ruled that the evidence against co-defendant Yacob Haile, who was charged with assisting Demissew to carry out the attack, was not sufficient to convict him.

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Egypt admits shooting African migrants

Al Jazeera reported on Nov. 6 that Egypt admitted to shooting at least six illegal migrants from Africa trying to cross the border into Israel late Tuesday night.

Egyptian security guards saw the six men from Sudan and Eritrea trying to cross the border fence Tuesday, warned them to come down, and then proceeded to shoot them when the migrants refused to listen.

In the past year alone, Egypt has killed approximately 25 migrants from Ethiopia, Eritrea, Somalia and other African countrying trying to sneak into Israel illegally.

Israel asked Egypt to enforce border security after it became clear that illegal immigration was up and causing tremendous drug-related problems.

Of the six men shot Tuesday one was brought to a hospital. He is in serious condition. The other five were less seriously injured.

Many migrants from Africa try to cross the border into Israel because they are poorly treated and discriminated against in Egypt.

Of course, the high amount of illegal immigration also causes tremendous security concerns for Israel: if Africans can enter the Jewish nation-state illegally, so can Islamic extremists from Egypt. Furthermore, Africans too are receptive to extremism. Especially migrants from Sudan and Eritrea may be suspected of holding extremist beliefs.

-PoliGazette

DC Ethiopian community – world’s largest outside Ethiopia

Correspondent’s Diary | Economist

From the campaign trail: Washington, DC – ELECTION day broke chilly and grey across the DC area (only transplants call it Washington). Late-morning drizzles turned into the sort of steady, cold, drifting rain that defies jackets and umbrellas to seep into bones. Still, record numbers of voters stood patiently in line. In Virginia, this was expected: it was a battleground state; Barack Obama made dozens of visits; voters clearly felt they could make a difference. And they did: thanks to strong turnout, especially in the state’s liberal north, Mr Obama won Virginia—the first Democrat to do so since Lyndon Johnson in 1964.

DC, by contrast, has the three most reliably Democratic electoral votes in the country; they have never gone to a Republican candidate. Its citizens pay federal taxes but have only a non-voting representative in Congress. There wasn’t even a mayoral race to add spice; the down-ballot races were for city council, board of education and the baffling “Advisory Neighborhood Committee”. Still, voters waited. In the end a jaw-dropping 93% of them voted for Mr Obama.

For candidates seeking national political office, this city is the end of the rainbow. They spend their lives working to come here, then spend their time in office disparaging it. Natives don’t mind, though: they’re not really talking about our city. The Washington of grey buildings, grey suits and grey men; of politics and power; of thinktanks and influence and backroom dealings is something entirely separate and removed from the city of DC. The two cities rub up against each other here and there—at Eastern Market, on the Metro, in the beer line at Wizards games (not in the stands, though: the Verizon Centre, where the Wizards play, has a huge and rigorously protected section of corporate luxury boxes)—but for the most part each is content to ignore the other.

When pundits talk about how an incoming administration is going to “change the city”, residents laugh: it might change Washington, but DC will remain the same tree-lined, pleasant, rather sleepy southern town. We didn’t suddenly start wearing cowboy boots in 2000. We didn’t sit around kitchen tables discussing policy into the wee hours in the 1990s. The 1980s may have been morning in Reagan’s America, but crack was eating DC alive: residents grew so weary of being mocked for living in the world’s murder capital that a local band released a song called “DC Don’t Stand for Dodge City.”

These days the crime rate has fallen. The city is noticeably richer, though income inequality remains stark: in 2003 the two largest septiles of household income distribution were over $100,000 (20%) and under $15,000 (19.1%). Still, I moved back here last year—after a 15-year absence during which I lived in five cities in three countries—and the city feels noticeably different than it did when I left: sleeker, more sophisticated, more confident. It won’t do to grouse about progress, prosperity and safety, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the DC of my youth just a little—the rough secret, the dirty gem.

The stretch of Massachusetts Avenue between Thomas Circle and Union Station used to be sketchy and dotted with vacant buildings; now it’s upscale condos all the way. When I was growing up, I would not have walked alone in the inner-city neighbourhood where I live; now it’s strollers and minivans as far as the eye can see. The old rowhouses of Shaw have been rehabbed, and the neighbourhood is vibrant once again.

U Street, once called the “Black Broadway”, was, like so much of the city, destroyed in the riots that followed Martin Luther King junior’s assassination, then left to rot by an indifferent federal government and incompetent local administration. Now it thrums at night with young revelers of all races; it is the heart not just of DC’s nightlife, but also of its Ethiopian community—the world’s largest outside Ethiopia.

Video: Celebration on U Street by a mostly Ethiopian crowed

On November 4th that stretch of U was packed with people celebrating Mr Obama’s triumph. The revelry was sustained, sincere, jubilant and loud. Mr Obama’s earliest and most fervent supporters—“eggheads and African-Americans”, as one Clinton hack notoriously sneered during the primary election—comprise a greater proportion of this city than any other, and they were not going to be denied their joy. On November 5th, Washington anxiously wondered what changes its new leader would bring—“Is there anyone in Washington who really knows [the Obamas]?”, fretted one society hostess—but DC went back to work.

Ethiopia: IAAF ratifies Haile’s marathon world record

MONTE CARLO, MONACO (AP) – Haile Gebrselassie’s latest marathon world record was ratified Friday by the International Association of Athletics Federations.

The Ethiopian ran two hours three minutes 59 seconds on Sept. 28 in Berlin to slash 27 seconds off the record he set in the same race last year.

Gebrselassie is the first man to run under two hours four minutes.

The IAAF also ratified Russian Denis Nizhegorodov’s 50-kilometre walk record of 3:34:14, and the women’s javelin record of 72.28 meters set by Barbora Spotakova of the Czech Republic.