It’s been a while since I posted in my blog. Fallujah was in the news in June, with the battle to “re-take” the city. My fundraiser for the refugees fleeing the city raised over $700. I thank the Norwegian Refugee Council for being there, for offering aid. I hope that my meager effort helped a few families find shelter.
But as always in this media-driven world we live in, news headlines faded. Summer came and I retreated to my personal life. I got married and traveled and focused on my job and my life. But, as always, Fallujah remained somewhere in the back of my mind. What is happening there, I wondered. Where are the families?
I was out of the country when this piece appeared on PBS.
I’m not sure about the framing of the piece…things in the mainstream media often spin reality, especially the complicated political world in the middle east. But politics aside, the voices speak for themselves. A city ruined…a people lost. What about the babies? Where are they? I started this blog because I was outraged that my country wasn’t accepting responsibility for causing birth defects in innocent children. And now, I feel even more hopeless, and sad. I can only hope that somehow the people of Fallujah survive the unspeakable horrors that have been put upon them. All I can do is offer my…I don’t know what to say. What can I offer? My hope? I’m not sure I have any left. There is no easy answer. I pray for the babies…