Guest Opinion piece Joe wrote while attending the University of Nebraska

Joe in front row, all the way to the right with one bare foot.
Joe in front row, all the way to the right with one bare foot. In front of Selleck dormitory at the University of Nebraska with fellow dorm leaders 1983.

[transcribed from a clipping from the Daily Nebraskan about 1984 as I couldn’t find in online]

Foreign-American student interaction meager

New Zealand, Afghanistan, China, Hong Kong, India, Indonesia, Iran, Japan, Korea, Lebanon, Pakistan, Philippines, Saudi Arabia, Taiwan, Vietnam, England, France, Germany, Poland, Spain, Cameroon, Egypt, Morocco, Nigeria, Tunisia, Columbia, Cuba, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, Guyana, Mexico, Panama, Peru, Puerto Rico, and Venezuela.

If you were patient enough to tally them up you would have counted 35 countries.  What do they have in common? They are all the homelands of one-fourth of Selleck Quadrangle Residence Hall’s 540 students.

Several issues dealing with foreign-American student relations were discussed April 15 at an International Educational Services-sponsored forum comprised of a panel of five foreign UNL students and four American students, including ASUN President Gerard Keating.  One of the largest problems agreed upon by both sides of the panel was the lack of personal exchange between most American and foreign students at UNL.

The fear of interacting with people of different nationalities was an often-cited barrier in the way of changing this situation.  In the 2 1/2 years I have lived in Selleck.  I have seen that this fear (and discomfort) need not take such control. The Americans in Selleck are lucky enough to eat their three-to-ninety minute meals with Selleck’s foreign residents.  In this setting our growing familiarity with one another allows us to replace our fears and anxieties with companionship.  Of all the foreign residents in Selleck, half have close American friends to dine, dance, intellectualize, travel, study, celebrate and dream with. And the list goes on.

Some of you would be surprised to find out how much most non-Americans know about our politics, culture, history, personal interests and so on. With this knowledge in common, initiating and sustaining worthwhile conversation is often quite easy.

At times trying to communicate with foreigners can be an irritable task.  On those days, for example when you’re several chapters behind in all your classes and your tolerance is low, a given foreigner’s thick accent may be more than your attention can cut through.  His painful search for the precise word to use may take up more time than your sanity can spare.

These are the days when you are probably better off plugging your mind into “Three’s Company” and tuning out the rest of the world.  These may be the days to avoid your foreign classmates and in the company of your native friends give thanks to God for his gift of small talk.

It is on those days when you’re ahead of the game and you have nothing to do that one or more of UNL’s 1,170 foreign students will be there to offer what he or she has seen of life, complimenting what you learn in the books.

If most foreign students would remain in the United States indefinitely, I wouldn’t have written this editorial.  However, most students leave soon after their studies are complete.  it will only be the fortunate minority among us who end up in a career position working with such a diverse group of people such as those in Selleck.

After receiving the go-ahead from several of Selleck’s foreign students, I wish to extend something of an invitation to all open-minded UNL students to drop by sometime, possibly during lunch or dinner, like several other non-residents do each day and talk with those foreign students who look like they may have the free time. Neihardt as well has 115 foreign students in the International House, who want to engage in cultural exchange.

While I have seen how easily friends can be made in residence halls, I certainly wouldn’t rule out the possibility of making the acquaintance of those foreign students you may meet in the lecture halls, walking to class, relaxing in the union or any other places in Lincoln.

Joe Hayman

Junior, Social Work

 

Gone too Soon

On 5-15-15 Joe Hayman gave up his long fight with mental health issues and ended his own life.  It was a regular day of work for me and that evening as my parents were being notified as next of kin, I was in my sweetheart’s backyard picking some kale for dinner but felt off with no explanation.

The next morning as I was making breakfast I checked my voice mail and listened to one new message that sounded like that call I’d dreaded getting for years.  I called my folks back and just got voice mail.  Called my sister and her first words after asking if I’d talked to our parents was “are you sitting down?”….uggggggg.  I’ve been punched and kicked in nearly every part of my body in 10 years of karate but that hit me way deep inside, beyond what any tensed up muscles could protect a blow from reaching.

It has now been a month since Joe left one last voice mail message to his sweetheart then dropped 11 floors to the hard ground below.

In the hardest times of my life I’ve always awaited talking with him about what was going on.  Now I cannot do that check-in with him and never will be able to again because it is his absence that I’d need to talk with him about.

Now they are monologues that I have with my brother.  And like conversations with God, there is no reply that I hear.

He left no goodbye note but had been hinting at this for years and we’d urged him over and over to find another way to be in this world.

On this web site bearing his name I hope to share the best of what he’d been before the darkness overtook the light in my kid brother’s heart and mind.

–Doug Hayman, Seattle, Washington

A happy kid

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Here is a photo of Joe in his bedroom in Pearl Harbor in the early 70s.  He was a pretty happy kid who loved to be physically active.  Joe loved to surf, ride bikes, climb trees, and do tricks on his skateboard.  A few years after this shot he took up skiing and had one of the early snowboards long before winter ski resorts knew what to make of those.

Each time our dad would get orders to move to a new duty station we’d have to leave friends behind.  But I always had my brother to hang out with and talk about anything.