Starving Cries Going Unheard
Introduction: In 1994, I witnessed one of the most difficult choices that I would ever have tomake. In seeing this Sudanese little girl dying, and the vulture patiently waiting to move in, Irealized that, being so difficult for me to even look at it long enough to generate the kind of feelings that I needed to ‘come out’ to write on this, I also came to grips with how painful andshocking it would be for others to see this, and then, read my writing on it. So, I waited.However, 15 years or so later, nothing has changed in this world. No, Mother Earth’s conditionsadly worsens, day by day, as we, the caring kind, look on in disbelief, the kind of feeling that thisimage generates for us as we sit in disbelief and stare at the inhuman nature of suffering that OUR GOVERNMENTS are generating… The time has come tonight for me to write, and compare thisimage to what I feel is parallel in human suffering. Please stay with me, and learn.P.S. The photographer, Kevin Carter, took his own life, three months after receiving the Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography ~ for this picture ~ that same year.0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-
“It is not the cry of a Warrior, but the wail of an infant in the wind. My land is being taken away.”
- Cherokee, 1836
Scholars and well-to-do neck-ties have learned well.They know that all one has to do isto steal and kill what matters mostfor sadness and death to follow.Tragically, their starving cries go unheard.Dispossessed of their Sacred Landforbidden to speak their Sacred Languagesscarred for their love of their Traditionsthey walk as hollow shells of Humansaway from their Beloved Everythingas the vultures laugh behind themTragically, their starving cries go unheard.