I don’t understand why everyone was so upset about the death of Cecil. Okay, let me rephrase that: I don’t understand why everyone was blindly upset about the death of Cecil.
Behind the barbed wires, one can see the image of something reminiscent of a former time—a concentration camp.
Welcome to the reign of African dictators—men who served their countries for much too long, manipulating constitutions and bringing about an end to legitimacy on the African continent—namely, Omar al-Bashir, who plays the role as chief dictator to his crumbling regime.
The Death of the Last Black Man in the Whole Entire World establishes the reality of death—it is not just about the physical act of death, but how it affects the entire community.
I remember it well. It was 2008, and among the bookshelves in my library were signs for the 2008 Beijing Summer Olympics—promoting books related to the place, I suppose.
“You, Europeans. You have eaten all your animals and now you ask us to turn our backs on our money the country desperately needs, the people desperately need, to protect animals,” expressed Joseph Pili Pili, a senior official from the Congolese Ministry of Hydrocarbons.
In 1939, during the siege of Poland, Adolph Hitler gave a speech expressing his right to exterminate the Polish.
“Our training camps are open; so are our battlefields. Come on youths of Islam! Let’s take Baghdad together.” So expresses the leader of the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant in one of the group’s many online recruitment videos.
It was Dec. 5, 2013; as I sat down to read the news, I was struck with immediate pain, in utter shock at what I read.
Reading through the ingredients label on the back of the box, I wonder at the infinite ways this can go wrong.