My lastest struggle involves discovering how to channel my energy to save the world from some thing. And as if to drive a nail into my latest fixation, the newest Netflix movie arrived on Friday: Blood Diamond. Then, for some reason the kids actually went to bed early and easily so we got to watch it.
I don't believe that mothers are supposed to watch drama, or horror, or anything but comedy and cartoons. Because already, 10 minutes into the film, I am crying as a fisherman is captured by a rebal army after he saves his wife, children, and baby from being masecured. I was imaging us in that little grass hut. And just like everything sad I hear on the news, I disovle with thoughts of pain. I'm so freeking sensitive now that I'm a mom! Or maybe I'm a wuss.
Anyway. the movie is about the diamond trade's funding of civil war in Africa. It seems that the real message is: stop buying diamonds! There are a couple sceens that touch on the obliviousness of Americans to realize or care about how their actions affect people in other countries. There is one part where the fisherman is asking a reporter if her story will make the Americans come help them (Africans) and she flat out says, "no." We may donate a little money to a foundation, but majorly change our ways to stop the sloughter of people in Africa, not so much. This movie was similar in message with some of the other really good Africa films: The Constant Gardner and Hotel Rwanda. These films also show the major impact that first world countries and big industries play in exployting the African people.
After watching the movie, I asked mari what I should do to save the world. To which he pointed out: that you can't save the world until you save yourself. to which I responded that: that sounds like an cop out excuse to sit on the sidelines as people suffer.
So now I'm trying to figure out what I can do to help, other than just give money. I realize that African problems necessitate African solutions; we cannot impose our world view on other cultures.
Then today on the local NPR station there were stories of hunger and homelessness in DC. In every direction you look there are problems. I feel so lucky to be safe and warm and well fed. Looking at Kaio and Nala, playing together, running up and down the hall cracking up laughing, I feel really lucky.