What debt do we owe to other nations? Not in specific objective numbers that bounce around balance sheets, transferring wealth from elite to elite, but those amorphous calculations that never quite coalesce. Informal and black markets. Legacies of interference. Vagaries of chance.
#IAmMogadishu, but I want us to think of more than simply this moment. We don't think of Paris or London as memorial to atrocity. We can and should write ourselves better narratives than "this is something that happens over there." This is what we owe to Somalia.
Uncomfortable ghosts haunt our dreams, wearing us down. We haze their faces across memory, bright again every time we add to their ranks.