Day 4. I had a very hard day today. I was very, very hungry and allowed myself another bowl of broth and one glass of juice. I fantasized about a cup of wild rice with butter, thinking about how easy it would be to throw a small bowl in the microwave. Which then got me thinking about how long it must take a Darfuri to cook that same mouth-watering (in reality very bland and very small) bowl of grain over a wood fire. And to have to walk miles in search of firewood to cook that meal. I get tired now just walking up the stairs. I can’t even imagine walking miles across the sand and brush to find wood. Not to mention the ongoing risk of rape away from their villages and camps.
I have started to feel really cold, having to wear two sweaters and turn up the heat in my car even when it is in the low 60s up here in New Hampshire. So, I watched the news under a fuzzy wool blanket this evening while my husband ate leftovers and filled the house with the smells of Thanksgiving again. I felt angry that not one member of the media had asked about the crisis in Darfur during the President’s 100 day address, and that they were still covering the H1N1 virus outbreak constantly. Though it is a very serious situation, with almost 800 cases now and 19 deaths, and with a direct impact on our nations’ citizens, what about the 1 million people who are going to starve in Sudan if the food aid is not reinstated? Isn’t that newsworthy? I’ve decided to write my media and ask them that question.