Its just dumb luck really.
A roll of the dice, a hand that I'm dealt, a flip of a coin.
Heads, I'm in my bed with overstuffed pillows, fancy linens and Tivo.
Tails and I'm in Darfur, with my own government dropping bombs on my village and killing my entire family.
Heads, I'm cruising around in a convertible, getting Starbucks in the morning and sushi at night.
Tails, and I am raped not once, not twice, but ten, fifteen times by the Janjaweed, an Arab militia.
Heads, I live in America.
Tails, I'm dying in Darfur. Read More »



