It can be confusing since I almost always go to a different ISA every year--the Intl Studies Association, which is multidisciplinary but mostly poli sci folks. This ISA is almost entirely sociologists, but there is much overlap in how sociologists look at civil-military relations as political scientists. Indeed, RC01 was founded by Morris Janowitz, who was one of the Gods of the field way back in the 1960s and much read/cited by both political scientists and sociologists.
My purpose was mostly aimed at buttressing the partnership that is the CDSN and will be the CMRN. The Canadian Defence and Security Network is in its 7th year of a 7 year grant. So, we are applying anew, but to be successful, we need to be both more ambitious and more focused. The Civil-Military Relations Network is both--global and very explicitly comparative but focused on only a slice of defence/security--civil-military relations. Our summer (me and the co-directors and hq staff) are spending the summer revising older grant docs, writing new ones, and engaging partners to make sure they are on board and are willing to suffer through the grant agency's webpage. Coming to this conference helped clarify for me how the CMRN can help the RC01, and how the RC01 can help the CMRN--this will make for clear, more authentic partnership letters and also a better actual partnership.
Along the way, I went to panels and learned much from the various presentations. My fave was by Helena Carrieras, a very prominent sociologist in the field of civ-mil, who had served as an officer in both RC01 and ERGOMAS (the European Research Group on Miltiaries and Society--another CDSN/CMRN partner). She discussed her experience of serving two years as Portugal's Minister of Defense as a very self-conscious, self-aware sociololgist who had written on gender and the military. Her talk discussed a variety of topics, including the challenges of being the first, how to deal with being the token woman, how to be self-reflexive but not too much so as sometimes decisions had to be made quickly. Her term was dominated by the Ukraine war. Just a fascinating discussion.
But, of course, I also came to Rabat to come to Rabat. While this was the first time I visited a Muslim country or a real monarchy (sorry, Canada/Netherlands/UK/Sweden/etc)*, my previous experiences were tightly constrained--the 2007 trip to Afghanistan with a brief stop in both directions in Dubai. I don't remember hearing the calls to prayer in Afghanistan--maybe we were too deep in the base at Kandahar--and my amazing hotel in Rabat was next to one. So, this definitely produced a rhythm during the day and night. The monarchy part was mostly amusing as I passed by the Royal Moroccan Surf Club while checking out the beach, and the idea of royal surf club just tickled me.
It was not as hot as I feared, but it was mighty warm. It was San Diego-esque in that some mornings, there were clouds that kept things cooler, but they would burn off. The legions of very small, very thin cats seemed to be mostly drained by the heat---the sleepiest, least hyper kitties I have ever seen. The people were all very kind and helpful. I tried to get by with my lousy French, which led to more than a few folks speaking English to me. The diversity of the people was most amazing--people of a variety of colors, multiple languages, quite a range of what the women would wear from quite western to very conservative to in between. The food was good, but I think I would have greatly benefited from a food tour or a guide showing me the better places. Google maps led to me to a variety places that either didn't seem to exist or were hard to navigate, but it did led me to an awesome hole in the wall street food place that had awesome kefta. I found it easier to order food in Japan than in Rabat as there were usually pictures to point at in Tokyo, no such luck in many places here. As often occurs, I walked by some great places on my way out, leading to some regret.
I did enjoy staying in the old quarter which had a lot of markets and a really cool hotel. I had a beautiful room, and they served a terrific breakfast each morning. As always, better to be lucky than good.
The beach was pretty close by, so I went swimming to check the "other side of the Atlantic box." I have swum on both sides of the Pacific, both west and east sides of the Med, and grew up on the western side of the Atlantic, so I was due. The mistake? Choosing the side with more surf. I love to play in the surf and they had some great sets. But the ocean floor was the most dangerous combination of slippery and sharp. I didn't get cut or bruised, but it would have been quite likely had I stayed for every long. Still, a nice relief from the heat and it was fun despite the near death experience of it all.
The challenging part has been the travel--that my addiction to United meant many hours in Frankfurt (so I took a quick train to Mainz and accidentally found a beer festival) and strange times to land and take off in Casablanca--as in landing at 1230am and taking off tonight at 130am. Which meant having to find a nearby hotel for when I landed (and that worked out great), and having to spend a lot of time waiting for my flight tonight. No plugs to be found, so I will run out of juice on each device eventually.
Anyhow, it was both a fun and successful trip. I go home very briefly and then take off for the annual Saideman summer trip, which will include everyone--my siblings and all of the next generation--except, of course, for my mother who passed last year. We couldn't travel far and wide during last few years, so this is the first time we are getting the entire gang back together in a non-Philly locale. We shall see how it goes now that everyone is much older--whether they enjoy being dragged around a lake as much as they did ten years ago. A key difference: we are heading west, where hopefully cannibalism does not break out again.
I plan to come back next winter for some research. Hey, if they are willing to have protests across from the parliament, their defense types might be willing to talk to this wayward researcher. Especially if he brings along one of his former grad students who speaks Arabic.
* On my way out, I was surprised to see a small protest across the street from the parliament building.
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The protest |
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The Parliament Building |