There was an amazing story in the Seattle paper a few weeks ago, about the Trillium Lumber Company of Bellingham, Washington and its plan to cut down trees on Tierra del Fuego – the island at the southern tip of South America.
You might think this article was an expose – a logging company that has done terrible things to the forested lands of Washington State is now literally going to the ends of the earth for uncut forests. But I haven’t seen much in the way of exposes lately. The article in question was of a more common genre – the puff piece.
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Flying Obruni
Do you fly in your dreams? I do. One minute I’m walking along and a force as potent as life itself lifts me and carries me through the air. I sail over trees and houses, a breeze on my face. I always awake happy from these dreams; I’m nearly convinced that I’ve been out flying.
I mention this in connection with a letter I received from my friend Nadine. Nadine is a white American living and working in Ghana. To Ghanians, Nadine is an “obruni.” Literally translated, “obruni” means “white,” but Ghanians refer to Americans, both black and white, as “obruni.” They see black Americans as having more in common with white Americans than with black Africans.
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