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5.0 out of 5 stars
This book needs to be read, 17 Jun 2008
This is one of those mind-blowing books that should be read by everyone.
Daoud Hari has seen his village desecrated, many friends and relatives needlessly killed and his family exiled as refugees in neighbouring Chad, - all because the government of Sudan is turning Arab against native African to clear the land ready to develop it for oil.
These people were friends, they ate in each other's huts - and now they are killing one another, manipulated like characters in a computer game.
This scenario has been repeated hundreds, even thousands of times throughout the villages and towns of Darfur. Young lads are becoming rebels because they have nowhere else to go; the rebel armies replace their lost families and quench their thirst for revenge.
Daoud Hari uses his skills in languages and his many contacts, as his weapons in the fight against this genocide.
He travels into Darfur to escort journalists and NGO representatives. His mission is to show this devastation to the world, in the hope that we can do something to stop it. He has risked his life many times. Ultimately he had to leave and continue his fight in America, where he now tours with savedarfour.org on the 'Voices from Darfour' tour.
Read this book - pass it around - speak out.
This genocide needs to be stopped - NOW.
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5.0 out of 5 stars
a gem, 28 May 2009
I understand the Darfur situation much more after reading Daoud Hari's account of his experiences. No amount of news or analysis from 'experts' could have brought me to the ground level, so to speak, as his book did. Feeling every bead of sweat, every sense of doom, and the suffering and desperation of the villagers. But it is also a story full of wisdom, wit, and ironic humour that moved very briskly and never became maudlin or hateful. That is the true magic of the book. It brought me to tears several times, then it brought me suddenly to laughter, then gently into the world of dreams and ancestors, of friendship, family and love, stretching across the unyielding desert, then the valleys and hills, and acacia trees, and it brought me to the restful village life, the custom of sitting down to tea to replenish the soul, friendly camels and devoted donkeys, and the little child waving. All this would break into episodes of horror and violence and barbarity that are the realities of Darfur. And just when I believe in nothing but human cruelty and despair, he turns the story and teases the imagination with tales of courage, hope, and survival. His dreams are particularly powerful and seductive (that is, when he is able to sleep!) as they awaken the spirits of loved ones recently departed, particularly his brothers, as if to say 'you are bigger than your suffering'. It's clear the politics in Darfur is a tangled web with rebels, and 'turncoat' rebels, and Chadian hospitality and complicity at the same time, and the dominion of evil and good shifting like the sands. The innocents are crushed in this mad conflict. When friends and brothers part and say 'see you again soon', it is a sly reference to heaven. Hari's kind and artful brush that lovingly washes over the territory of Sudan touches also the aid workers and foreign reporters he met. His affection for them is obvious and very endearing, especially for Nicolas Kristof: Nick looked like a man who gets into trouble. So I went with him.
The book is speckled with little gems of wisdom like these:
... You have to be stronger than your fears if you want to get anything done in this life.
... You have to find a way to laugh a little bit each day despite everything, or your heart will simply run out of the joy that makes it go.
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