Showing posts with label LetterTo Series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LetterTo Series. Show all posts

Sunday, October 28, 2012

In My Country: A Letter from the Repressed

Author: Kombeh Jobe

Dear Reader,

My country is not a free country, nor is it a free society. Life there is hard, terrible, stifled, and short. There is no rule of law. Democracy is a joke, a farce, performed by amateurs and the illiterate.

The individual, or the idea of the individual, is almost nonexistent. His or her power and opinion are irrelevant and even a threat to the state. Fact and truth, even basic truth, are not allowed to be expressed. The government is the only entity that knows or can tell what is true and what is not. For words are powerful in my country. Words are the basis of truth and of course lies. And those outside of the state who know how to use it and who use it with great strength and clarity are a danger. They will be threatened, attacked, tortured, imprisoned, exiled, killed, murdered - any means necessary to silence them.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Letter to Sudan (Malcolm Anderson)

Dear Sudan,

How are you? There has been much talk and gossip about you and your young cousin, South Sudan, in the news lately. I suppose you don’t pay them much attention. I am writing to offer you some serious family advice, which you need badly. You’ve a pre-pubescent teenager on your hands and unruly behaviour comes with the territory. However, you need to know that it’s merely a phase that South Sudan is going through right now. Pretty soon she will be consumed with the social complexities of junior high—with the self-esteem and insecurity issues that accompany studying from text books that weigh as much as her bony 100 lbs frame. Her boy crushes won’t call and, try as she may, with all the advance pro-active medication in the entire world, her acne will conquer her face like an invasive species foreign to the Australian outback. That’s when you will use whatever new iPhone version is the latest craze, probably iPhone 12, and the family car—for date nights—to get her under your control again.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Letter to Mr. Joseph Kony (Nairi Fasula)

Dear Mr. Kony,

Seeing that you don’t know who I am, I should probably introduce myself first. My name is Nairi Fasula, and I am 27 years old. I am a graduate of Emory University in America, where I majored in International Studies. The bottomed out economy means I am currently underemployed. But you don’t have to worry about that. I recently moved to New York City, and I love it here.

Actually, I just moved from Washington, D.C., where politics was really getting on my nerves! As if anyone cares what another Republican presidential candidate has to say about abortion or single parent families. I know you don’t care, and rightfully so. Mr Kony, or, can I call you Joseph? Because, I feel like I really know you. Well, I have read a lot about you, enough to make me think we could be on first name basis.

Letter to Mr. Joseph Kony (Alvin Schwartz)

Dear Mr. Joseph Kony,

It has come to my attention, and those of my fellow Americans, that you are a bad man—a really, really, bad man! What you do to children, making them kill their parents and their best friends, is unforgivable. What kind of a man rapes girls and uses them as spoils of war? What kind of a man snatches children from the clutches of their parents only to put AK-47s in their hands? All I know is that you have a sick ideology fuelling your murderous campaign.

That is why I am in full support of President Barack Obama’s decision to send troops to kill you. And, I hope, after you have left this planet, you will be judged in the afterlife as the vermin that you are. There definitely is a fiery pit waiting for you and those like you! Say hi to the other African dictators when you get there. I am sure Mobutu Sese Seko will be sharing his Satan sandwich with you. Maybe you guys will hit it off and watch champion’s league soccer matches together. Yes, I called it soccer not football! I did it because I knew it would injure you.