Barbara Dillon Hillas specializes in the rule of law developing, managing and implementing international legal and judicial reform projects. She has worked with international aid donors, U.S. and foreign embassies, international organizations and NGOs to provide legal and technical assistance to governments, the judiciary, the bar, and law faculties.
She has directed training programs on judicial independence, including the initial post-2003 training for Iraqi judges. She has built justice sector management capacity and promoted commercial law development in Central Europe and Eurasia. In the 1990s she managed for USAID a multi-million bilateral agreement designed to transform the justice system in South Africa. She also co-authored banking legislation adopted by the post-communist Albanian government.
During the perestroika era of the USSR, Barbara was the first resident practicing American lawyer in Moscow, where she counseled businesses on trade and investment opportunities there, worked with Sarah Carey Reilly, and later helped establish the Moscow office of Steptoe & Johnson.
Barbara has lived, worked and studied in Argentina, Japan, the United States, Mexico, the USSR, Italy, South Africa, the Czech Republic and Poland, and speaks several languages.
Barbara has raised four third culture kids or global nomads and has had her share of the ups and downs of the privilege of studying, working, and raising a family in different countries. Barbara loves to share her experiences in these areas with students, trailing spouses, soon-to-be expats, business people, and future diplomats. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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