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- Name: Sagepaper
- Location: United States
An only child and service-brat, I was born in Panama. We lived on Indian Reservations when I was two to four-and-a-half -- crucial years for social development. Culturally, I am a mixed-up White Eyes from Mescalero. I began college at fifteen, enjoying a luxurious seven years of rigorous liberal arts education. Since graduating with a B.A. in Psychology, I have avidly read non-fiction, adding enormously to my formal education. Disabled by Tourette's Syndrome and other conditions, I live in Atlanta's suburbia. My father and husband are both physicians, and share a consulting business. (I am very proud of what they do, but I mention their occupations because people cannot seem to move to another small-talk topic if I simply say I am disabled. They must be told an occupation, and will start asking about family members to get one.)
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Refugees and Internally Displaced Persons
It is considered best to encamp displaced people as close to their homes as possible. There are separate rules, by the way, for people who cross State boundaries, and for people who are internal refugees. Still, though, there is a desire that displaced people not integrate with host populations. That is understandable.
Are we really doing anyone any favors, though, by rounding-up the displaced and confining them to aid camps where they eat and die? What if the world did not feed them in camps? Many would die, but I am not sure how that mortality rate would compare with the mortality rate in camps. Maybe, when a region becomes drought prone, it would be wisest to allow the population to move to more fertile ground.
Of course, the owners of the more fertile ground might object. In the good old days when people were free to roam to new territory, there were wicked wars. But there are wicked civil wars over food, anyway. Perhaps if the international community offered aid to owners of fertile land, as a peace offering, we could break the famine cycle some.
Part of the problem is that people who huddle in camps are not working the fields to ensure next season's harvest. There are of course, reasons for this. The greatest is civil war. Still, people die in the camps, and there are fewer left to farm the land if they ever get back to it. Then, the land itself suffers from not being tended for agriculture.
I am not wise enough to know the solution to this problem. Perhaps I will have an opportunity to study a bit about food politics in African civil wars. Meanwhile, do any of you have any ideas?