I ate my first meal at 2:30pm today. I am in Fargo, and Katie-Jay and I spoke to two classrooms, one after the other, and then set up a Camp Darfur tent here at North Dakota State University, as a preview for tomorrow’s full camp.
My meal was one cup of steamed rice, plain. It’s not the exact same food they eat at the camps, but I’m sure it’s as bland. When visiting the camps, my team and I always notice that we just never walk in on people eating. Here in the US, if you would visit homes at random times, as we do at the camps, you would for sure see lots of food and lots of eating; you just can’t avoid it. The refugees have been eating the same thing for six years, so I wonder how their experience of sharing a meal has changed over the years.
My rice was not all bad; it was not good either. It just…was. I will be eating less than 1,000 calories today, probably a third of what I normally eat. For Mia, it’s just the start of her 21 days. When she cannot continue, we must keep it going. Our leaders must know that we are serious about lives, no matter where they are, are a priority to us. We do not accept 4.7 million people living on aid, when they used to be self-sustaining.