I had a very busy day. Im sure you understand–food to buy and cook, laundry to clean, clients to see, money to earn. So when I received two emails each from Amnesty International and the International Rescue Committee imploring me to contact my senators and urge them to support sending UN peacekeeping forces to Darfur, rather than call I felt annoyed, put out, guilted.
And then I thought for a moment. Here are millions of people suffering unspeakable horrors and this is a cause Ive supported and spoken publicly about. How can I be annoyed? Whats really going on here?
I realized that my annoyance was a cover up. What I really felt was helpless and hopeless. For all the spotlighting of this genocide, for all the petitions signed by hundreds of thousands, for all the rallies, the situation in Darfur has gotten worse, not better. What I was really thinking was, What difference will two more phone calls make, especially to senators who probably already support increasing aid to the Darfur region?
Then I realized what a luxury it was for me to feel helpless and hopeless while millions of men, women, and children are being tortured, raped, starved, and...