"Four sentenced to hang for killing albino in Tanzania"
http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/africa/11/06/tanzania.albino.convictions/index.html
I guess after months of reading world news on a daily basis, I should be used to human cruelty by now, but when I read this article, I was completely shocked. Even though four people were sentenced to death for murdering an albino, apparently killing albinos in Tanzania is not an uncommon event. With Tanzanians believing that albinos hold special powers, these pigment-lacking people have been consistently murdered in the past two years. Witch doctors encourage the practice, asking for albino limbs or organs because they are useful in spells for good luck and wealth. Just this little bit of encouragement is enough for people in Tanzania and other African countries to go around tearing off limbs and pluck out organs to sell to witch doctors. Police are trying to help catch these killers and protect albinos to prevent future murders, but even that doesn't seem to be enough to stop the ruthless force of greed.
About Me
- Trisha
- Whenever I paint, I put my left arm behind my back, and when I'm really focused on my art, I've been told that my breathing gets heavier. Walking barefoot is my petit bonheur, and trees are the most fascinating thing on this planet. I could eat a whole jar of peanutbutter slowly by the spoonful, especially if you sit me down in front of a movie, or two, or three. Sleeping with the window open makes for the best night's rest. I like to sit on the floor, even when a chair is available, which is ironic, because I really like to design furniture. The place where the Cleveland Indians play will always be Jacob's Field, and drawing with a pencil and paper will always beat out Photoshop. Cleaning my room with music blasting makes me happy. Funny, cause I've been unanimously voted the messiest in my house. When I think of the house I will own when I'm older, it involves a library, an art studio, floor-length windows with ivy crawling up the panes, and a roof I can easily climb on. It also involves secret passageways and those creepy paintings with spyholes for eyes. My kids are getting a treehouse whether they want one or not. As it turns out, I didn’t have to swim to Europe.
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