Stop Genocide Now
We arrived at camp Djabal at about 2:30pm, which is pretty late to be starting work at a refugee camp. Djabal is a very convenient camp, though, because it is only about a 10 minute drive away from town. The camp looked empty, since people get away from the heat and out of sight during […]
During this flight I have been trying to imagine what it will be like for us in the camps and I’m coming up blank. I feel like we are about to be dropped into the pages of a history book… into a section that should have never been started, a section that is running on […]
I am feeling a bit overwhelmed tonight. I have been trying to think about what to write and how to write it for some hours now. I guess I will just let my fingers type and see what comes of it. Tomorrow, we leave after six amazing days in this refugee camp. Six days that […]
Dear friends and family: It was in December of 2004, when I first sent out one of these e-mails talking about Darfur. It went out to my family and a couple of friends, a total of recipients that stayed in the single digits. Pretty much all it said was, “Have you heard about what is […]
Download this profile to print Maht Attends primary school Refugee in Camp Oure Cassoni Nationality: Sudanese Maht lives in the furthest zone of his camp. Although there is sand everywhere, the refugees who were resettled here, feel the sand encroaching on them each and every day; more so than in other zones. Houses, built of […]
Download this profile to print Shephadine Refugee in Camp Oure Cassoni Nationality: Sudanese Shephadine came wheeling around the corner when we spotted him. He plays the preferred sport in refugee camps – wheel frames that can be turned with sticks, plastic bottles, or whatever they can find. Like all kids, refugees love to play games. […]
I shouldn’t complain, but I’m going to anyway. We made it to Abeche, which–with all the things that can go wrong–is no small accomplishment. We left Bouba behind, though, and that was frustrating. Bouba, instead of waiting to see if he could make it on the plane tomorrow, chose to get on a bus and […]
Day 9 Her eyes are deeper than I imagined from the pictures and the video. Her pain more apparent with every word she speaks. She becomes solemn as she describes the day she left. The day her husband and 60 others from her village were killed. She walked 20 days with her 7 children with […]
G’s Journal—day 7 I become attached to specific people I meet in the camps pretty easily, and I wonder if they feel the same. I like to think they do! Today we went back to Djabal Camp, and it already felt familiar. I knew that I would, with no problem, again find Oumer and want […]
Day 6 The sun rises gradually this morning. Or maybe its that I am already half awake several hours before we need to get up; each time I slowly open my eyes and quickly close them again its just a little brighter. I quickly gather our things and we are off. A new day, a […]