When Daoud Hari, a Zaghawa tribesman from Darfur, saw the Eiffel Tower
twinkling one night last week in Paris it reminded him of stars in the
African desert. “Europe is very nice,” he said, “but I feel very sad to be
away from my country.”
For the time being, Hari, 35, has no option but exile. He has taken
extraordinary risks, coming within seconds of death, to help to draw the
world’s attention to the killings in Darfur, western Sudan, as an
interpreter for the international press.
His harrowing memoir, The Translator, which is about to be published in
Britain, is the first such witness account by a Sudanese of the killing. It
is certain to enrage the Khartoum government, which has been accused of mass
murder in Darfur.
More than 300,000 people have been slaughtered by government-backed forces in
what have come to be known as Africa’s killing fields. Despite losing
everything dear to him, Hari, who has been granted political asylum in
America, has kept his gentle manner and playful smile. It puts a human face
on the suffering.
He bears small scars like quotation marks cut into his face by his grandmother
when he was little. Another Zaghawa tradition is reverence of camels and
Hari recalled racing across the desert on Kelgi, his favourite, when he was
young.
“He was my best friend,” he said in an interview at his French publisher’s
office on his first visit to Europe last week.
While some took up arms to fight the Sudanese government, Hari has tried to
use words “to make the world better”. Hari’s father had noticed his
intelligence and sent him to school in the nearest big town while his elder
brother, Ahmed, looked after the camels. He enjoyed books such as Jane Eyre,
Treasure Island and Oliver Twist.
His book was written with the help of two Americans, one of them an aid worker
he had met in Darfur. “I didn’t have any idea how to write a book,” said
Hari, “but my friends said, ‘Don’t worry, Daoud, we’ll help you’.”
The book offers a poignant glimpse of Hari’s village before the killing began,
when Arabs and nonArabs coexisted peacefully in a time of colourful
weddings, camel races and children’s games in the moonlight.
That world was obliterated by bullets and rocket fire when Arab nomad horsemen
allied to the government – the so-called janjaweed militias – destroyed the
village and scores like it, killing Ahmed and several other family members
in 2003.
Hari roamed the desert with a group of friends, trying to help others escape
to Chad. He saw places where the sands were littered with human bones, some
“still wearing their clothes and leathery skin”. He found three small
children dead under a tree.
Their mother had hanged herself from a branch with her shawl. “We took her
down, gently, and buried her alongside her children,” said Hari. “The moment
has haunted my memory every day since then.”
He met a man deranged by grief. A soldier had bayoneted his four-year-old
daughter for sport. The devastated father told Hari: “He [the soldier] was
all red with the blood of my little girl and was dancing. What was he – a
human being? A demon?”
Hari began to work as a guide for journalists and his help in publicising the
killing in newspapers made him one of the most wanted men in Sudan, whose
leaders have largely kept the press out of Darfur.
His life was complicated considerably when rebel groups fighting the janjaweed
became suspicious of him and he describes a darkly comic scene in which he
carried on translating for Philip Cox, a British journalist, as a young
rebel put a gun to his head, told him he was going to kill him and that Cox
had better move to avoid getting splattered with blood. Cox called a rebel
commander on his satellite telephone and won a reprieve.
“Escaping death is a wonderful feeling,” said the translator. “It makes you
smile, again and again, foolishly, helplessly for several hours.”
He escorted journalists to scenes where dozens of people had been shot or
hacked to death with machetes and knives, trying to comfort the foreigners
when they were overwhelmed by the horror. He described a French journalist’s
breakdown at the sight of dead children: “She could not talk, eat or drink
for a long time, she just cried for those little ones.”
It was not long before he got into trouble again. Paul Salopek, an American
journalist on assignment for National Geographic, insisted on taking him to
a particularly dangerous area. Hari had a bad feeling but felt obliged to
go. They were captured by rebels from Hari’s own tribe who accused them of
being spies.
Together with their driver they were severely beaten. Hari and the driver were
handed over to a “crazy commander” who hung them upside down from a tree for
more beatings.
They were taken for execution to a valley “strewn with human bones and clumps
of hair and the horrible stench of death”. Hari says he tried not to step on
the human remains, “but it was impossible. I shivered with each step. So
this is the place where I am going to die, I said to myself”.
Hari told the Zaghawa youths in the firing squad that he knew their families
and convinced them not to shoot. He and the others were handed over to the
Sudanese army and were jailed in El Fasher, the town in which Hari had gone
to school.
He was convinced they were to be executed. But unknown to him a campaign had
been launched and the Sudanese regime was being bombarded with messages on
their behalf from politicians and celebrities including Jimmy Carter, the
former US president, and Bono, the rock star. After 36 days in captivity the
three were released.
On a book tour in Europe last week, Hari marvelled at the difference between
Paris and Darfur, the land he loves best, calling it “another planet”. He
said: “These houses are like a painting,” gesturing at a street outside his
publisher’s window.
He would like to resume life as a simple herdsman. “I would be too tired if I
had a big house, cars, lots of money. I like to watch the stars at night,”
he said.
It might be some time before his dream of a return to normality comes true:
thousands more people have recently been uprooted from their homes to flee
across the border to refugee camps in Chad.
“Peace in Darfur seems further away today than ever,” said John Holmes, the
United Nations under-secretary-general for humanitarian affairs.
Hari hopes that his book will spread awareness of the violence. “We should all
feel concerned by it,” he said. “World leaders will do something if men and
women mobilise in all corners of the world.”
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Boycott the Olympics! Stop buying Chinese goods! They will get the message.
Dave, Wisconsin, USA
David Miller, Hayward, USA
For oil? China is pumping arms into that area for influence. They are buying up energy rights all over the world. China is even in South America doing it. Darfur is a name politicians use to pretend they care. Much like the debating in the UN for Rowanda while they chopped each other up. Blame Bush
William Carson, Atlanta , USA
No more dead children for oil ,or adults.Lets stop driving our cars once a week world wide. send a message to the filfthy oil companies and disgusting governments of OUR WORLD.
G.Cunningham, logan city , aust
Those of you who think that Darfur will not be visited on all our heads are missing the point. We can't sit in our luxury homes asking for more while not only these people but many other uinfortunates are having genicide wreaked on them because of oil. We all know the problem & govt must act.
Jas, Alders, UK
Daoud Hari. What a lovely man. My heart aches for him and his beloved country. I sit here writing this with tears running down my face. I must remember to smile like Daoud. You see, I was born in Africa too, in 1950 and grew up as a child in Rhodesia. I weep for all the suffering people of Africa.
Jacqueline, Bristol, UK