Slave ship TransAtlantic

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Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

It was an early morning in my village

When left my family in their cottage

And stealthily went, as to be the first

To fetch some fruit, from the forest

My village peacefully slept under the mountain

Enjoying the healthy air and the generous rain

Where my tribe had been living for years

Everything was grown and shared with peers

Our farms were rich with types of grains

And the good sky did never cease to rain

So, our stores were full with types of food

For family and everyone in the neighborhood

We were rich and rich enough

We had beautiful girls to love

Ready to give children, birth after birth

We were the happiest men on earth

Our villages in peace did they remain

With green plains and continuous rains

The tribe wellbeing was maintained

By wise women and bravest men

We had time to love, to wed and time to fight

We had time to sing under the moon’s bright light

And we had time to grow and enjoy the food

And time to converse and dance in the wood

We had the learning to raise the cattle

And plenty of arts and wood to whittle.

We had the time to go to battle

We were able to read and write

As well as able to feed and fight

We know arithmetic and religion, too

We had time to worship the God

In only ONE we believed, not in two

Our elders had time for beautiful tales

To teach the boys and teach the girls

And we had skills to treat all the ails.

We learned to count our cattle and sheep

We knew when our crops were ready to reap

We had the skills to get water from the deep earth

And the knowledge to tell the coming of birth

We knew all about stars in the sky

We knew how to cook and bake the pie

And all about the wealth in the ground

And how to decipher the echo of the sound

So when we beat our drums during the night

That was to make ready for a fight

And when we beat our drums during the day

That was to celebrate a wedding day

We alert with the smoke signs our kin

So we would never be taken by sudden

It was to tell the advance of some enemies

And be ready for the fighting ceremonies

So we had a culture when you came to our land

And took our races chained hand in hand

To plant cotton and sugar on your sand

Millions of black fellows had long to stand

Under the burning sun, they were to remand

When your white ships anchored at our coast

Everything was gone and we were lost

With your guns you hunted men and boast

And displaced my race to pay the heaviest cost

That was one early morning and that was my last day

When I last saw the green plains where I used to play

In a slave ship across the Atlantic I made my way

To the new world with historical dismay

Where we were displaced, enslaved and forced to stay

“We were killed 20 years ago, and we are still killed today,”

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Reporter’s diary on Darfur’s neglected refugee crisis

‘I have visited Chad three times since the start of the war and I have seen that the humanitarian response has barely improved.’

By Hafiz Haroun

Hafiz Haroun/TNH A vehicle is loaded with goods at Ourang refugee camp in eastern Chad. Half a million Darfuris have been driven into Chad by the Rapid Support Forces, the paramilitary group that has been fighting Sudan’s regular army since April 2023.

Seven months ago, at a crowded hospital in eastern Chad, I met a Darfuri man called Jumaa. His wife had just been killed, his children were sick, and he was struggling to get food in a swollen border town that had morphed into a refugee camp.

Last month, I returned to the same camp hoping desperately that things had changed. Yet I met Jumaa in the same thatched grass makeshift shelter, unable to access humanitarian assistance despite the growing needs of his young family.

Jumaa’s situation is typical of the roughly half a million Darfuris who have been driven into neighbouring Chad by the Rapid Support Forces (RSF), the paramilitary rebel group that has been fighting against Sudan’s regular army since April 2023.

I have visited Chad three times since the start of the war – which has displaced eight million Sudanese overall – and I have seen that the humanitarian response has barely improved. There is little food, inadequate shelters, and not enough medicine.

Each time I visit the camps, there are also new stories of massacres and abuses committed by the RSF. Most recently, I have found evidence that civilians are being kidnapped and forced to labour on farms belonging to the paramilitary fighters.

Like in so many conflicts, women and girls are suffering the most. Some were raped in Darfur by RSF fighters and are now giving birth in the camps. Others have endured horrific sexual abuse since crossing into Chad, and have received almost no assistance.

Documenting this neglect as a Sudanese journalist from Darfur has been difficult. I think of cases like Ukraine, where refugees were given food and shelter. Why in this case are Sudanese left to die and treated as if they are not even people?

The neglect has pushed many refugees to stop counting on the international community. That includes aid groups, media outlets that barely cover the crisis, and the international institutions that have let down Darfuris for decades.

Instead, refugees are depending on themselves and on each-other. I think of the Darfuri teachers who have started schools in Chad, refugee doctors who have opened clinics, and businesses-minded people building restaurants in the camps.

Still, there is no future for the refugees in Chad, even if humanitarian organisations suddenly have more money to spend. What Darfuris and all Sudanese need is genuine peace and to be able to return to our sorely missed homes.

‘Everybody has a gun and militias are everywhere’

Reporter Hafiz Haroun high-fives a child living in Adré camp. Hafiz has visited Chad three times since the start of the war, but says the humanitarian response has barely improved.

Most of the refugees in Chad are from West Darfur state and are members of the non-Arab Masalit group. They have a long history of being targeted by the RSF, which evolved from the Janjaweed Darfuri Arab militias created in the early 2000s.

Conflict erupted last year when RSF fighters and local Arab militias began attacking Masalit areas in West Darfur’s capital, El Geneina. Some 15,000 civilians were reportedly killed between April and November as the RSF committed alleged ethnic cleansing.

Most refugees fled from El Geneina to the Chadian border town of Adré, where they were supposed to get refugee registration cards and move on to newly constructed camps or to older settlements built during the 2000s conflict.

But these camps have limited capacity, and refugees have to fight for weeks or even months on end to receive their cards. Many therefore remain stuck in Adré, where children are dying of malnutrition and adults are succumbing to treatable diseases.

When I last visited Adré in December and January, I saw people queuing all day to get food from aid agencies. Community leaders told me that thousands of refugees had not been getting any assistance, while those who had received aid got next to nothing.

Meanwhile, local authorities won’t let unregistered refugees travel outside of Adré without paying a fee. This prevents people from meeting family members and friends, and hinders their ability to find work or visit hospitals outside of the town.

The humanitarian situation is so bad that some families told me they have tried to return to El Geneina, either to gather crops from their farms or to see if the situation has improved. Unfortunately, many have not lasted long.

“Everybody has a gun and militias are everywhere,” said a woman who returned to El Geneina with her family but then quickly left after the RSF tried to recruit her son. “It is not El Geneina anymore but another town. We cannot go back there.”

Sexual violence in isolated camps  

Those who have managed to leave Adré for newly built camps are given plots of land and better shelters. But the settlements are isolated, have no internet and phone connection, and lack basic infrastructure.

Residents say they are also insecure. At a recently opened camp called Ourang, hospital officials told me they had recorded 14 cases of rape perpetrated against refugee women and girls by local men between August and December.

I arrived at Ourang the day after a 13-year-old girl had been raped by three men from a nearby village. I was guided to her family house, where she was sitting inside, exhausted-looking, and with pieces of damp cloth covering her head.

“We are no longer able to stay here because our daughters are facing these constant risks to their lives.”

Her father told me she had been working at a tea stall in the camp when three locals attacked her and pulled her onto a motorbike. They transported her to an open area outside the camp and took turns raping her until she fainted, the father said.

“They have destroyed my daughter and disgraced us,” the father told me. “We are no longer able to stay here because our daughters are facing these constant risks to their lives.”

When I asked the father about the perpetrators, he said one of them was the son of a local leader. The son was arrested by the police after the attack, the father added, but was then released after paying a fine of roughly $100.

Ourang residents face other risks too. At least two people were killed by unknown local assailants in recent months, and there is a fear that the RSF will send Chadian Arab militias to attack Masalit community leaders.

It is true that local authorities have done a lot for the refugees, and it was Chadian communities that were feeding people last year in some areas before the big aid agencies arrived. But there is still clearly a need for much better protection.

Despite that need, I saw just two police officers at Ourang, and neither of them were armed. As a result, some camp leaders and residents said they were thinking of leaving. “We cannot stay here,” an elderly woman told me. “It is not safe.”

RSF crimes: ‘We were killed 20 years ago, and we are still killed today’

Each time I have visited Chad, people have been dealing with new episodes of violence. During my latest visit, daily conversations were largely focused on an RSF massacre carried out next to an army base in Ardamata, a suburb of El Geneina, in November.

According to my reporting, and research by other journalists and rights groups, hundreds, possibly thousands, of Masalit were killed in Ardamata by the RSF, which accused the community of supporting the army.

The stories that I documented from refugees who fled Ardamata are horrifying, and many camp residents told me they are still looking for missing relatives and friends. Some have even ventured back to El Geneina to try and find news.

While walking around the market at Adré camp, my eyes fell upon a seven-year-old Masalit child who was begging for food. Both of his hands had been burned and he was missing his fingers.

The boy’s mother told me that RSF soldiers had entered their house in Ardamata and accused the family of hiding weapons. She said they killed her husband and then held her son’s hands over a cooking fire for several minutes. 

The trauma of Ardamata continued long past November for survivors like Adam Haroun Ali. He is one of many Masalit youth who were taken captive by the RSF and sent to Arab communities, some distant and remote, to work on farms and in homes.

“We can benefit from him,” Ali recalled an RSF commander saying of him amid the scenes of carnage in Ardamata. “We will let you live in exchange for working on my farm,” the militiamen added.

Ali told me that he worked for three weeks harvesting peanuts from dawn until dusk on farms belonging to the RSF commander’s family. After the crops were cultivated, he was finally released and able to join his family in Chad.

Many Masalit see these crimes as a continuation of the violence of the 2000s, when Janjaweed militias were tasked by then president Omar al-Bashir to put down a rebellion by non-Arab groups, who were protesting against Darfur’s marginalisation.

During their counterinsurgency campaign, the Janjaweed slaughtered thousands of non-Arab civilians, including Masalit, and occupied their land, creating deep divisions that were never resolved.

“We were killed 20 years ago, and we are still killed today,” a Masalit refugee called Ali Adam told me. He said Darfuris had been abandoned by the international community and that ongoing cases at the International Criminal Court were no cause for hope.

Three stories of perseverance

Despite the trauma that Darfuris have experienced, I have documented many stories of individual perseverance, stories about those who escaped the violence and about those who are trying to rebuild in Chad.

In Ourang camp, for example, I met a 20-year-old man who said he was part of a group that collected and buried more than 100 bodies in Ardamata before escaping to Chad under RSF gunfire.

The man is now working with a local Masalit organisation, documenting the killings and counting those still missing. His group visits new arrivals from El Geneina and asks them what they have witnessed and if they can confirm who is alive or dead.

I also think of the woman whose son had his hands burnt by RSF troops. She told me she had nursed him for two days using chia seeds and other local medicine even as she was full-term pregnant with twins.

In the hardest of circumstances, the woman gave birth to the twins in an abandoned house in Ardamata. She then finally escaped to Adré, where her family now lives in a tatty shelter with a roof made of their own old clothes.

Finally there is Jumaa, who I mentioned at the start. His wife was killed by an RSF-aligned Arab militia on the road from El Geneina to Adré. He carried her on his back until she died, at which point he was forced to leave her by the side of the road.

Jumaa said losing his wife was “the most difficult moment” he has ever experienced, yet he is not interested in revenge. He told me his new focus in life is to fulfil his wife’s final wish: that he dedicate himself to their children.

“I am determined to make my children happy because that was the last request from my wife,” Jumaa told me. “She said: ‘I leave you my children, you are responsible for them now, you have to fight for them’.”

This article was first published on The New Humanitarian:

https://www.thenewhumanitarian.org/opinion/first-person/2024/02/26/inside-darfur-neglected-refugee-crisis?utm_source=The+New+Humanitarian&utm_campaign=1b8d32363d-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2024_2_26&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_d842d98289-1b8d32363d-75962028

How Eritrea became a police state

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  ‘Never get on your knees.’ With that battle cry, the Eritreans took on the Ethiopian army, the largest army in Africa, for thirty years until 1991. “We have moral and physical courage,” said Isaias Afewerki (78), then rebel leader and now president of Eritrea for more than thirty years. “We have created our own political culture.”

Thirty years after its independence, Eritrea is a nation that still lives this history of the liberation struggle. The Eritrean regime is angry with the world but pleased with itself. In this small but militaristic state along the Red Sea, every opposition has been suppressed, every dissident voice banished. Not only is it one of the poorest countries in the world, it is also a gigantic prison from which legions of young people are trying to escape, with perhaps a tenth of the population having fled, according to Human Rights Watch.

A party of Dutch Eritreans in Opera Zalencentrum in The Hague got out of hand on Saturday the 17th of February 25, 2024 when aggressive opponents of President Isaias stirred up. They pelted the police with stones, police cars went up in flames and the meeting center was damaged. Violent incidents involving opponents of the dictatorial regime regularly occur in Germany, the United States, Australia and Israel, among others.

The Eritrean diaspora has always had a role in the domestic politics of her country. During the liberation struggle, they provided significant financial support to Isaias’s Eritrean People’s Liberation Front (EPLF). “Of course we donate part of our income to the resistance fighters of the EPLF. With full conviction,” Eritrean exiles told me in 1986 during a visit to the front in Eritrea. They had come from Europe to express solidarity with their visit to the trenches.

Eritrea under Isaias Afewerki is now known as the most closed country on the continent, the once solid unity is crumbling The brave freedom fighters with afro hairstyles, dressed in tight shorts, commanded admiration. Few regimes in Africa created so much hope, only to later be so deeply disappointed. The EPLF, which now forms the government, pursues a militaristic policy; Young people must serve for an unlimited period of time and older people can be called up for military service until after the age of fifty. And the voluntary contributions of the exiles at the time have become an enforced diaspora tax. Eritrea under Isaias Afewerki is now known as the continent’s most closed country, its once solid unity crumbling to feuding Eritreans at home and abroad.

Wonderful society
At that time they lived in a wonderful society. Money did not exist during the liberation struggle, everyone worked without a salary, everything was shared, driven by a rigid conviction and absolute solidarity. Under the leadership of the EPLF, the Eritreans created a state in the making. They carved hundreds of kilometers of roads out of the mountains, built schools, built dams, undertook agricultural projects and reforested. In underground factories in a rugged landscape of sand and stones they produced medicines, plastic sandals, sanitary towels, cutlery and spare parts for cars.

After the liberation struggle, Isaias thought he could continue that mentality. “Manpower is always available,” the president proclaimed. With that confidence in its own strength, Eritrea sent foreign aid workers out of the country in 1996 and forced young people to work in development projects. In this way, just like the veterans at the time, they would get to know the values ​​of the barren bush.

A former EPLF soldier once told me about that unique hardiness: “Every fighter had the same feeling: ‘I sacrifice myself for my country.’ When your friends died, you actually fought harder. The crackle of the bullets sounded like music, you wanted to keep going until the trigger hurt your finger. We had a spirit of Spartans.” But Spartans belong to war, not to peace and democracy.


Military cycle

One war led to another in the Horn of Africa. Eritrea plays a leading role in that military cycle. Just as younger Eritreans began to turn away from the martial discipline of the past, Isaias forced this generation back to the front line. From 1998 to 2000, Ethiopia and Eritrea fought a large-scale border war that left hundreds of thousands dead. Since then, Eritrea has intervened in several wars in the region, such as the one in the Ethiopian state of Tigray in recent years. More than half a million people died. Eritrean soldiers were notable for gross war crimes fueled by anti-Tigray indoctrination. The government has recruited at least ten percent of the population for the armed forces. Isaias uses the cultivated military discipline to eliminate any form of opposition.

On a dark September day in 2011, all hope for a democratic Eritrea was lost overnight. After a group of fifteen ruling party members demanded more democracy and openness, Isaias jailed the dissidents, including ministers and parliamentarians. Students and journalists were rounded up and sent to labor camps. The arrogance of power was now complete in the capital Asmara.

The methodology of the liberation struggle continued, but the goal is now oppression. Young people are fleeing their country in hordes to avoid military service. The diaspora tax has become a way to control exiles abroad.

The fighting mentality of a liberation fighter turns out to be no virtue for a democratic politician As long as there were no fundamental differences of opinion, Eritrea was a people’s democracy. Repression was not necessary because there was no opposition. The strong nationalism of the Eritreans dominated everything. But things went wrong when the liberators took on the roles of government soldiers and politicians. The fighting mentality of a liberation fighter appears to be no virtue for a democratic politician, as has already been shown in numerous countries in Africa led by former liberation fighters.

That sense of a common goal, that idealism, the bush in which topics could be discussed openly: all these characteristics of the liberation struggle have become more of a trauma than a guideline under President Isaias. Those who do not conform are reminded of the hard struggle in the bush. The leaders abused the ideals to turn Eritrea into a cold police state. The country that many Africans saw as the continent’s hope in the last century is now its biggest disappointment.    

     
All pictures by Koert Lindijer

This article was first publsheid in the Dutch newspaper NRC on the 23th of February 2024