Imagine a Beautiful Boy Dying
G’s Journal Day 6
As I’m writing this at four in the morning, I’m listening to Instant Karma, the collection of John Lennon songs put together in to an album as a campaign to help Darfur. “Imagine” has come and gone, and now I’m listening to “Beautiful Boy.” At the same time, I’m doing some of the compressing of today’s video. The video shows Oumar, a beautiful boy. His father came to the camp with Oumar, his wife, and other children. He died of illness a year ago. Oumar is ten years old.
Earlier in the day, we met a strong looking man, Adef, with his wife and children. They ran from the destruction of their village. One of their beautiful boys got sick of diarrhea during the escape from Darfur, and they could do nothing to help him, so he died. I’ve been trying to think about what a father does when his four-year boy dies in the desert far from home. They had to keep running. Do you make a quick grave and keep going? What do you tell the other little ones? I could not ask Adef that. My Gabo is four years old.