>> FFW: Many days later John found himself in a strang and distant land...

It burns me that I dont care enough. I may say that do, console myself with the suggestion that the fact that i wheep when I watch a video that shows my own, my kin, suffering beyond my capacity to understand means tht I care. Truth remains, if I don't act, then I don't care; not really. Or maybe I do care, but jsut nt as much as i care about gettin' me a neew ipod or cell phone. Maybe I care but don't care enough, not nearly enough.....
Its burns me inside to know that the humanity of my fellow man seems to be inverslly proportional to his distance from me. That the further you are, the less human you become to me. It hurt to know that even though we have suffered so much in persuit of knowledge, we so badly lack understanding. We we gain a form of tollerance in exchange for all form of compassion. Its ubsurd, it make me sick, sick to know that this is me.
I must, i have to do something. I cant the self deception, this 'bad faith', this 'decedance'. I have to do something.... something. But what? I will start with speaking, lending my voice to those withot a voice those of my Kin who die for want of someone to speak of their plight.... for one of 'men with chests'. Who.... what am I, if i can sit and watch as the river runs read and say, wih out lifting so much as a finger "I am power less to stop it, willing but unable"

Every month, more than 10,000 people die in the Darfur reagon of Sudan. 10.100!! That the entire UT population in 5 months.... the Govenment of Sudan is sponssering a melitia, a band of armed men on horse back called the janjaweed to systematically wipe out all all the non-Arabs in the region and though this has been taking place for over a year now, the rest of the world has closed its eyes and ears, silenced their tongues, renegaded on their "Never Again" pledge and patient watched over 300,000 people die. Still they refuse to call this genocided, I guess they are.... no waite, WE are afraid of steping on someones toes. I makes me sick to see that this is me. I hope, and i pray that soon, I will be able to say that that WAS me, but not any more... no longer.


Why them....