Uyghur Reality

In The Atlantic, Uyghur poet Tahir Hamut Izgil recounts his experience living through—and escaping—a genocide against his people in Xinjiang. In 2017, Izgil and his family arrived in the United States; many of his friends and neighbors were less fortunate. “Merhaba and I were both silent for a moment. We lay side by side on the bed. I turned out the light,” he writes, recalling the period in which Uyghurs were being detained in mass arrests. “‘If they arrest me, don’t lose yourself. Don’t make inquiries about me, don’t go looking for help, don’t spend money trying to get me out. This time isn’t like any time before. They are planning something dark. There is no notifying families or inquiring at police stations this time. So don’t trouble yourself with that. Keep our family affairs in order, take good care of our daughters, let life go on as if I were still here. I’m not afraid of prison. I am afraid of you and the girls struggling and hurting when I’m gone. So I want you to remember what I’m saying.’”

This from The Morning Dispatch, today.  

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