Gabeba Baderoon
and Nadia Davids, Letter to the Editor, Mail & Guardian
The reality of war is bitter. A Vietnamese writer once confided that, for
her, nighttime and its peaceful silence was a time of visceral fear because
when she was a child, the silence of night was when the bombs would fall. Now,
silence took her back to the moment before the explosions and so she could not
rest. This is how the fear and destruction – the reality – of war enters our
bodies immediately and forever.
Yet it seems we weigh
realities differently.
