Drink the Bitter Root. Gary Geddes
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Table of Contents
three - “The Body-Odour of Race”
four - They Kill Us for Their Sport
ALSO BY GARY GEDDES
POETRY
War & Other Measures The Terracotta Army Girl by the Water Active Trading: Selected Poems 1970–1995 Flying Blind Skaldance Falsework Swimming Ginger
FICTION
The Unsettling of the West
NON-FICTION
Letters from Managua: Meditations on Politics & Art
Sailing Home: A Journey through Time, Place & Memory
Kingdom of Ten Thousand Things: An Impossible Journey from Kabul to Chiapas
Somewhere our belonging particles Believe in us. If we could only find them.
W.S. GRAHAM
Acronyms
AYINET | African Youth Initiative Network |
CIDA | Canadian International Development Agency |
CNDP | National Congress for the Defense of the People |
CRONGD | Regional Council of Development NGOs |
CTO | Centre de Transit et Orientation |
DRC | Democratic of Congo |
EPRDM | Eritrean People’s Revolutionary Democratic Movement |
ICC | International Criminal Court |
OTP | Office of the Prosecutor |
ICTR | International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda |
ICTY | International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia |
LRA | Lord’s Resistance Army |
MONUC | United Nations Organization Mission in the Democratic of Congo |
NATO | North Atlantic Treaty Organization |
NGO | Non-Governmental Organization |
NRA | National Resistance Army |
PARECO | Coalition of the Congolese Patriotic Resistance |
SCF | Save the Children France |
SHURANET | Somaliland Human Rights Network |
TASO | The AIDS Support Organization |
UPDF | Uganda People’s Defense Force |
U.N. | United Nations |
UNICEF | United Nation’s Children’s Fund |
UPDF | Uganda People’s Defense Force |
USAID | US Agency for International Development |
WE-ACTX | Women’s Equity in Access to Care and Treatment |
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Taking Aim
IF QUESTION marks hang over a number of my undertakings, the one suspended over this journey was larger than usual. I imagined my wife and daughters looking up at the quizzical symbol—I pictured it as a pulsing red neon light in the shape of an inverted umbrella handle—and shaking their heads sadly. I shared their quandary. I could hardly breathe in the dust and intense heat, and my vertebrae were rapidly being pulverized from the impact of jagged rocks and potholes. I grabbed my hat and held on as the motorcycle bounced over the treacherous crust of lava and skidded around a corner, sending out a spray of debris into what had once been the main street of Goma, Congo’s easternmost provincial capital, part of a region where warring militias had contributed