Dear Khodayar, I heard the rain and the thunder in the night
and thought of you in your camp by the creek. I am not sure if you can stay dry
or not. I am sorry that you have been violated in your most basic humanity. You
no longer can walk down streets free, by the sides of your friends. You are
forced to hide away between the trees and bushes beside the creek.
“They kill us with cotton.” I can’t believe that they did
this to you with their false and so called humane slogans. I can’t believe that
we sentenced you to death for being a refugee. I can’t believe that your
friends are dead – killed with cotton. Living shouldn’t be a crime anymore. We
should make safety for all of us.
Love Stephen Clendinnen
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