Eyewitness to Genocide
Thursday, May 1st, 2008
In the five years that I have been on the air, I have never once had to stop the show to compose myself. Never, that is, until I met Daoud Hari. Daoud is a Sudanese tribesman and author of The Translator: A Tribesman’s Memoir of Darfur. His personal story is harrowing to be sure. In 2003, his life was shattered when Sudanese government helicopter gunships destroyed his village, killing his brother and sending his family into refugee camps in
But it was not Daoud’s personal story alone that left me speechless. It was also the story of the immense suffering of his countrymen. He wasn’t able to mention them all on the air, but he wrote about them in the book. The woman who was fleeing the country on foot carrying her dead baby; Another woman who could no longer feed her three children, so she hanged herself in a tree. He told of a young boy caught in a firefight who stopped his crying long enough to wave at the journalists rushing past in their Jeeps. And others I can’t even mention.
We’ve all read the headlines about
For a man who has had so many brushes with death, and witnessed firsthand the gruesome deaths of many of his countrymen, I found Daoud to be gentle, calm and, most striking of all, hopeful. When I asked him if he was worried that the Sudanese authorities would seek revenge on his family after the publication of his book, he responded that all the people of
