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Sudan’s Problem: Genocide or Not, the World Must Act
by LKB

Over the past 15 months, violence of significant proportions has been occurring in the Darfur region of Sudan and Chad. Politicians are recognizing the violence, but hesitate to act unless it is called genocide. Only If called genocide, then the signers of the Genocide Convention of 1948, which belatedly include the United States, are obliged to act.

The Congress of the United States should not concern itself with its signature on the Genocide Convention (which came scores of years late) prompting action, but rather its interest in peace across the world. The problem in Sudan should not have to be genocide in order for the world to be moving. While the highly publicized failure in Somalia warrants carefully considered action, failure should prompt a reevaluation of techniques, not of action itself.

In 1992, when genocide occurred between the Hutus and the Tutsis in Rwanda, few countries acted. The United Nations’ mission was not permitted to act except to protect themselves. Meanwhile, in the rest of the world, leaders piddled and forgot the subject. Had their main concern been violence and protecting the people it was committed against, rather than the word “genocide,” hundreds of thousands of people could have been saved.

The inaction on the part of the world is responsible for millions of deaths worldwide every year. When such a clear instance of violence is occurring in the world, where people are being murdered, then the world should jump to its feet to help, rather than fiddle around with words.

While I applaud the Congress for finally taking action in the situation in Sudan, and I believe the action to be well-intended, the issue should not be genocide, but rather violence between groups of people. As it is right now, the political stalwart surrounding the word “genocide” could prevent the people of Sudan not supported by the Sudanese government from receiving aid. Meanwhile, people are dying from the violence everyday.

With the power that the United States holds comes certain responsibility. If the United States can claim to have acted in Iraq for the purpose of liberating the people, then we certainly can claim to act in Sudan to develop peace.

In order to achieve peace in Sudan, the United States and the United Nations, in conjunction with the African Union, should set out a reasonable mission, including both humanitarian and military aid. The African Union, which now has 300 troops in the Darfur region, cannot handle the protection of an area the size of France alone. Decisive action is needed now.

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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.

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I have 11 peeps in my room staling up, and it makes me happy. Oops, I just ate one. 10.

Drew and I have continued the Buffy madness. I still don't know why, but it's fun, because it's like a movie that never ends...

My mom came on Sunday night with the animals. I miss her and them greatly. 29 days til I'm out of here. Not for forever, but close enough, because next semester will be better. Much better. Roommate. No Moore 3rd main (har har...). Less bullshit. Honestly, not like none of you know this, but this place sucks some major ass. And in 8 months, when I say goodbye, will be the happiest day of my life. And there are still 3 and a half months in there when I won't have to be here. Thank the good fucking lord in hell. And plus, I'll be Europe-bound.

I have a 7 page Gugin paper due Thursday at 5...here's to hoping it will get done.

I have never felt like a bigger loser than I feel right now.

For some reason, unbeknownst to anyone except maybe Drew, we undertook the entire first season of Buffy...in one night. And we completed it. I've never been a huge fan of Buffy...but...you know...it was actually fun. When we actually watched it in between pillow wars. My clean room looks like a battlefield now.

Hum. I feel braindead. And the birds are way too loud to allow any semblance of sleep. Oh well.

( stolen from punk_at_heart )

Except for a service charge, my credit card bill is paid off. And I have money in the bank to last me through the end of the year, if not longer.

Big Kudos go out to my parents and for the IRS...wait, take back that for the IRS. Kudos to ME for getting money back for working all last year. Dung to the IRS for withholding my money from me.

I downloaded Mozilla, and that makes me happy. Anyone know how to get Hotmail in a POP server? Anyone know what I'm talking about?

My room is clean. Very clean. Very frighteningly clean.

I really, really want to leave this place behind. I wish I had signed up for Fall Harlaxton so that I could just withdraw spring and take the semester off to do what I need to do. But it didn't work like that. And I don't know how I'm going to get through the next 3 weeks, let alone the next semester.

I hate that feeling you get when you finish reading a book, but you keep thinking about it, and keep wanting to read it to affirm what you're thinking...but the pages have run out. That's all the writer wanted you to read. You go other places to try and capture that same feeling, to other books by that other, to other similar authors, but you'll never find that feeling of wonder that you got the first time you read the book, unless the book is completely erased from your mind. There's nowhere to go.

but I love it.

I had a nice heart-to-heart with Gugin today that made me feel a lot better about...well...pretty much everything. He's the first 'adult' to really understand why I want to transfer. Even after he gave me a C-, I guess he really does see 'potential' in me, and since Gugin sees it, it must be true. And after I took my history test this morning, Dr Gahan said to me...'You know what, Lauren? You're really smart.' So yay, self-confidence for the day is at an all time high.

I'm going to be crazy for next semester and take 2 political science classes, latin, chemistry, and college algebra. Wow, you want to know what's really sad? I forgot how to spell algebra and had to look it up...I guess I'll be doing wonderfully in that class, eh? Who wants to tutor me?

I only have two classes tomorrow which makes me highly happy. AND...I haven't been to World Cultures in a week. THAT makes me high as a kite.

My journal is now friends only. Let me know if you want to be a friend.

Proof that I am an Idiot:

I slammed my finger in the garage door. The same one that I slammed in my dorm door.

Just in case anyone had any doubts.

I had the most fucked up dream.

I was back in Ethics with Colter, and the classroom was full of apes from Return of the Apes or whatever. They were small, but the consistency of marshmellow so they could be stretched out, but they were real.

Colter was talking about how fucked up his sense of ethics was.

"Homosexuality is very wrong. But I have no problems with fucking one of these male apes up the ass. It gets me hot."

Then I woke up at like 6 and couldn't get back to sleep.

I love me.

If you're wondering why, come by my room, and you'll see. 320. Yup.

Buwahahah.

So, I think I've decided to transfer.

I don't know when it will happen, but probably end of next year. Harlaxton doesn't make sense anymore, but I really, really want to do it. So, I guess I have to weigh my options. If I transfer to Binghamton Uni in New York, then I could probably do a full year in Istanbul...but...I don't know. I need to decide what I'm going to let keep me here. I just know that I'm never going to be happy if I stay here just because I get to go abroad.

I'm looking at Binghamton and the University of Texas at Austin right now. UTA is just kind of a dream school, because it's hard to get into...but it'd be amazing. I could learn Turkish. Arabic. Actually DO what I want to DO!

I told my mom and she was like...okay, we'll look into it, maybe visit some schools over the summer...so that's cool. I just wish I had decided earlier.

aaahhh, good happy day.

Got a full night's sleep, woke up at 8:30am without an alarm feeling rested, went to Gugin's class, got my paper back...with a big fat A- and a midterm of B+, went to PRIDE Table to be mistaken for a lesbian, came back and sat at my desk for 5 hours finishing my anthropology test (15 fucking handwritten pages), ate couscous in some rotini soup, and now here I am. Full. Feeling accomplished. And fucking ready to go home this weekend.

and I didn't procrastinate once. Buwahahahhaa.

I smashed one of my fingers in my dorm room door...because I thought it was going to slam...

and now my finger hurts so bad I think I'm going to throw up. Seriously. That, and the sight of blood underneath my nail really freaks me out.

I don't want my nail to fall offfffff.