spent the summer finishing my Nigeria article, and then left for the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor,
where I had a terrific year as the only Canadian among 30 foreign graduate students. I took all the courses
I could in the field of international economic law – my area of particular interest – and wrote three papers,
one of which was accepted for publication in the Michigan Journal of International Law. I also participated
in a law and development project, helping to draft a new electoral statute for Cambodia.
The following summer – the summer of 1997 – I stayed in Ann Arbor working as a research
assistant for the professor who ultimately became my dissertation supervisor in the doctorate, which I began
in the fall of 1997 at Georgetown University Law Center in Washington, D.C. Washington was a terrific
place to live in for someone with an interest in international law. I worked hard at the coursework
requirement for the doctorate. I also published another article. While I was in Washington I also had the
great good fortune to meet a number of people who were working in the field of international law. They were
a wonderfully varied bunch – German graduate students with a whiff of the sixties, a Colombian diplomat
who liked to eat her hot chocolate with cheese (a Colombian delicacy), some very affable Canadians at the
IMF, convivial French at the World Bank etc. It was a wonderful time.
Ultimately, I left Washington for Geneva at the beginning of 1999 to do an internship with the World
Trade Organization (WTO), which was related to my doctoral dissertation. Again, in Geneva I had a terrific
opportunity to meet people from around the world. I shared an office with a hilariously subversive colleague
from Zimbabwe who is now a famous author, worked with people from Scotland, Belgium, the U.S. and
Australia, and on the weekends hung out with a whole posse of crazy Canadians who enjoyed skiing in the
mountains above the town - even if I couldn’t afford to join them. It was a fun time. I worked hard – New
York hours in Geneva – but the cases I dealt with were fascinating: the United States arguing with Japan
over sanitary restrictions on fruit, a Canadian complaint regarding Australian salmon import regulations, the
beginnings of the Canada-Brazil aircraft dispute.
On the rare day when things were quiet I’d zip downstairs to watch the diplomats debate each other
in the Dispute Settlement Body (DSB), the WTO’s chief dispute settlement organ. I remember the
controversy that erupted over the Bananas dispute, the way that the ambassador of the European
Communities parried with his American counterpart, the careful words of the Canadian representative, the
wisdom of Indians, the way Japan tried to mediate, the inscrutable eyes of Ambassador Morjane, the Chair
of the DSB, and the representative from little Dominica, with her pink suit, pounding her fist on the desk and
demanding a better deal for the Caribbean countries that were about to lose their banana quota to Europe.
Everything – the world I’d only dreamed of a year or two before – was suddenly alive in front me. At the
same time, I knew that my ultimate vocation was teaching international law. And I missed Canada. With
great good fortune I was able to return home in July 1999 to take up a position here at Western Law.
What I’ve presented so far might sound a little like life on a magic carpet, but that’s hardly accurate.
Both before and after I left my job in Toronto I had to be resourceful about finding a position and giving full
expression to what I wanted to do. As I look back, I realize that my years of graduate work were rich and
stimulating ones, but they were also ones full of uncertainty. Throughout them I didn’t have any scholarship,
and while I generally did well in my studies, I wasn’t the best student. It made me wonder if I was cut out
for work in international law. There were times – and I think we all have those times – when things were
difficult and lonely. Still, I persevered, and I persevered not so much out of any need to hang on, but out of
a deep-seated conviction that this is what I was meant to do with my life. I was meant to make a contribution
to international law.
I say this because you too may find yourself pursuing your dreams in lonely or difficult
circumstances, with little or no money or support, and that can be hard. I say this too because as tough as
it was, I have very few regrets. The more I became involved and familiar with international law, the more I
realized just how rich and varied the field is and how people who want to get involved don’t allow the usual
preconceptions to get in the way. Since I’ve entered the field I’ve witnessed a range of people who work in
international law, as diplomats, as lawyers, and as activists in NGOs, all people of incredible dedication.
There are people who are working to restore rainforests and extend microcredit. There are people who are
working to improve women’s health, in humanitarian assistance, and in peacekeeping operations. There
are people serving as our diplomats, who work to secure the safety of Canadians abroad and represent our
country’s interests. There are people who teach international law, people who work in law firms helping to
resolve boundary disputes and immigration matters, and people in export credit and multilateral lending