Sometimes, Life Just Isn’t Fair.

Imagine that you were born a black man.  That you grew up in a small Congolese village, somewhere near Goma, near the Rwandan border, around soldiers and UN peacekeepers.  Life is hard.  You eat bananas every day, when you can get them.  You walk in your bare feet, and, having few clothes, sometimes sleep without a shirt on the cold dirt floor.

Then one day, after a long day of working (collecting enough roots and bananas to eat tomorrow, really), some guys come into your hut and rape you.

Sometimes, life just isn’t fair.