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Those who are not subject to violence must contend with poverty, famine, and disease. Hundreds of thousands of people have been impoverished by the violence.
Infant and child mortality rates are extremely high as a result of famine and malnutrition. The prevalence of rape and other forms of sexual violence is considered the worst in the world.
It is mandated to protect civilians and also help in the reconstruction of the country. Some claim the rebels are supported by an international crime network stretching through Africa to Western Europe and North America.
United Nations Security Council and the U. Secretary-General have frequently denounced human rights abuses and the humanitarian disaster that the war unleashed on the local population.
But they have shown little will to tackle the responsibility of occupying powers for the atrocities taking place in areas under their control, areas where the worst violence in the country took place.
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Its facilities were open to the opposition for meetings and retreats; they were as welcome there as the government. Sanctioning it was uncalled for. At one point we were invited to join the general on his speed boat.
He wore a pea jacket and Mammut army cap. They and the general conversed fluently in German. She wore a floral print scoop dress and a crucifix on a delicate gold chain.
He had photochromic glasses, dark in the sun. The boat was bright metal red and the interior was a creamy leather.
We moseyed up and down the river and then the engine cut out. The general spoke into his phone and a canoe puttered out to us with a jerrycan of gasoline.
I thought to myself: The general yelled at the guy, but no more than your average mogul might have done.
We reached the dock and the general and his daughter walked arm-in-arm off the gangplank. He mostly spoke to his business manager, in a pink dress shirt and slacks.
At one point he complained about the band. We clicked through the pictures I had taken on the boat. He asked if I could send him one, of the two of them.
There was a breeze. There was an edge to his voice. We could take him around back, there were soldiers here who could help us, a dozen or more, easily summoned.
I asked him about his wind farm. He swore me to secrecy and told me details I promptly forgot. It was a Riesling. In announcing the sanctions against Olenga, John E.
She wore the crucifix. He wore the glasses. They were clear and his eyes are green. Posted by David Aronson at This gif, showing African poverty numbers growing as the rest of the world's decline, is sobering.
Tuesday, June 20, My Story--or at any rate, one of them. Many years ago, when I was young and harbored the dream of becoming the next George Orwell, I lived for a year in a shanty town in eastern Congo--then Zaire.
The idea was that I would gather the life stories and daily experiences of some of the town's residents, throw in a few of my own impressions and feelings, add a sociological note or three, and--voila, the next Road to Wigan Pier.
So, for example, I spent a few weeks with a cart pusher, one of those fellows who work with three or four others pushing out-size wheelbarrows loaded with 50 kilo sacks of manioc or twenty-foot iron rods up and down the town's hilly roads.
Those roads are steep. The landscape of the region is all rounded peaks and valleys, like the inside of a corrugated egg container, and colored an emerald green streaked with dusty roads that after the rains turn into grinding rivers of rust-colored mud.
My cart pusher was an uncomplicated person, somewhat baffled by my interest in the minutia of his daily life, and like many physically imposing men he gave off a feeling of great gentleness.
I also remember thinking that it was a shame he had to spend 50 cents a day renting the cart when he could have bought it outright for 50 dollars; today, of course, we know all about micro-credit, but it wasn't on my radar screen then or I'd have lent him the money to buy it.
My own plans didn't work out, of course, and within a few years Bukavu itself would go from being a palmy, Graham Greene-ish backwater to the epicenter of Africa's world war, without ever losing its seedy, backwater feel.
Sometime before then, around the time of the Sovereign National Conference, when it was briefly possible to be hopeful for the Congo, I wrote the following: A Game of Hearts.
The story's details are true, or mostly so, but the way I tell the story bears evidence of how young I was; here and there you can hear the squeaks of my voice changing.
From time to time I've thought about re-writing the piece; I would be harder on myself; play it more for comedy; but then it wouldn't be a true bill of the experience.
I wrote it over a month of stops and hesitations, like an inchworm flailing forward, looking for the next bit of leaf or ground to secure itself to, never quite sure what I could ask the reader to accept.
It is my ur-story, such as it is. This was published in a magazine called DoubleTake in the Winter of , five years or so after being consigned to a drawer in my desk.
Doubletake was an immensely ambitious, coffee-table fine art magazine, published by the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University under Robert Coles and Alex Harris.
The magazine folded after a decade's work; the sincerity it exuded was not part of the zeitgeist, and if the age hadn't killed it the Internet almost surely would have.
I remain grateful to them for publishing one of my earliest attempts. Posted by David Aronson at 4: Wednesday, February 8, An Unpublished note to the Intercept.
The Intercept published a long, not especially well-informed piece on Trump's proposed roll-back of the conflict minerals provision.
I promptly fired off this note, which seven hours later still hadn't appeared in their comments section, although all sorts of profanity has.
Lee Fang, the author of the article, has promptly written to me to say he's looking into the matter. Update to the update: