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By MELISSA PR ITCH A R D
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T IS MONDAY MORNING IN PHOENIX, has begun to hurt him, but he cannot
Arizona, and 33-year-old William afford a new one. On his left hand, four
Mawwin is getting dressed for school. fingers are missing down to the second
His right arm is an old prosthetic the knuckle. His naked back and chest are
color of Hersheys syrup. The prosthetic welted with raised, pinkish scars, some
from beatings, others from burns. More
scars, from knife wounds and skin grafts,
map his body. In the slow, careful way
he has taught himself, he puts on socks,
jeans, a neatly ironed shirt, dress shoes
with pointed tips. Across from his bed-
room, a guest room stands empty except
for a twin bed and a chest of drawers.
His daughters teddy bear sits propped
on the pillow. William, who is six feet
tall and slender, sometimes just sits on
her bed and holds the stuffed bear.
He does not look forward to school
holidays, to spring or winter breaks. Each
day away from the classroom lengthens
his exile, leaves openings for bad mem-
ories. He takes the public bus to school
or, if he is short of money, walks. His car,
an old silver Nissan van, has sat unused
since it failed last years emission test.
He hasnt got money to fix it. Surviving
on a Pell grant and disability payments,
William lives sparingly but is still some-
times short on the rent. His apartment
Mawwin attends a kickball tournament with complex has changed management, and
his daughter, Achol, in Arizona in May 2013. the new policies include strict penalties
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for late payments. This morning, he over this tense instinct for self-preser-
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overslept and is late for school, so he vation, was how much this young man
needs to borrow his friends bright green had to offer my two daughters and me.
Discount Cab. He drives to geology Not materiallyfor he had and has
class, ignoring calls from the dispatcher, next to nothingbut by his loyalty and
the heel and palm of his fingerless hand integrity, and by his exceptional story of
guiding the black steering wheel. survival.
When a stranger walks into ones
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N A SEPTEMBER EVENING IN 2005, guarded life, a gift disguised as a potential
I was hosting a small fundraiser for burden, a gentle rebuke to the narrowest
the Lost Boys Center in Phoenix, notion of family, then the strengthening
too busy to notice the young Sudanese of ones capacity to risk generosity, the
man sitting quietly beneath a tree in my incremental increase in ones courage,
backyard, his stillness like camouflage. feels like uncreeded theology, like some
Years later, he will tell me how isolated new faith, loves loftiest ideal made hu-
he felt that night. His English was poor, man by a series of small, ordinary acts.
and experience kept him cautious, emo- The evening I formally met William
tionally distant. He did not trust peoples and shook his hand, he was with his
motives and had told no one his real friend Edward Ashhurst, a filmmaker
story. Less than a year later, introduced hoping to make a documentary about
to William at another Lost Boys event, Williams life. Ed asked for my pro-
I extended my hand and was startled by fessional help, and, intrigued by what I
the plastic palm and fingers I touched, might learn about his process, I agreed.
brown, shiny, lifeless. Eventually, when He and William began visiting me, and
this young man began calling me Mom, over a period of several weeks we fell
I felt wary of what I might be obligated into a routine. William would tell his
to do or to give beyond what I was com- story, Ed and I would listen, and then
fortable with, which, frankly, was not all three of us would talk over possible
much. If the word mother is a mythic strategies for the documentary. At one
invocation of selflessness, I owned plen- point, we even flew to Los Angeles to
ty of selfishness at that point in my life, meet a producer who had shown inter-
along with a slew of rich excuses. What I est. But before long, the project stalled. I
would come to realize, with some shame became busy teaching and traveling, and
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only saw William from time to time. I account for the largest number, close to
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had also become aware of some slight, 15 million people, but slavery is epidem-
unsettling opposition within myself. As ic around the world and increasing.
much as Williams story of being a child
slave haunted me, I was resisting its
pull. He had confided terrible things to Today, more human beings
Ed and me, things he said he had never suffer enslavement than
told anyone; perhaps, I reasoned, the
connection I resisted was simply one of
during the three and a half
bearing witness. Even less comfortable centuries of the transatlantic
to admit was my fascination with the
slave trade.
details and depth of his suffering, again
offset by an obdurate reluctance to get
too close. Closeness, after all, implies In Sudan, slavery is not a new phenom-
a responsibility that voyeurism doesnt. enon. Intertribal slave raids, Sudanese
So for a very long time my relationship Arabs enslaving southern tribal peoples
with William stalled too, in uneasy ter- for personal use and export, and the
ritory. For a long time, I held him at lucrative 19th-century European slave
arms length. trade all played tragic parts in Sudanese
history. But in the 20th century, during
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ODAY, MORE HUMAN BEINGS SUFFER Sudans two scarcely interrupted civil
enslavement than during the wars, slave raids by northern Arab militia
three and a half centuries of the became an especially brutal strategy of the
transatlantic slave trade. The Inter- north. Murahaleen, white-robed Arabs
national Labor Organization, a Unit- armed with Kalashnikovs, swept down
ed Nations agency focused on labor from the north on horseback, raiding and
rights, recentlyand some would say burning Dinka and Nuer villages, seizing
conservativelyraised its worldwide thousands of women and children, dec-
estimate of the number of individu- imating southern Sudanese tribes de-
als unable to escape various forms of fenseless against modern weaponry and
forced labor and trafficking from 12 government-supported rape, slavery, and
million to nearly 21 million. Africa genocide. With the norths population
and the Asia-Pacific region together predominantly Muslim, and the tribal
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peoples of the south mostly either animist Manyuol Mawein is the tallest of
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or Christian, religious divisions and cul- men, an eight-foot giant. He is also the
tural rifts, along with complex historical, wealthiest, a tribal chief who owns a
agricultural, and environmental factors, vast herd of cattle, thousands, like stars,
including Chevrons discovery of vast oil past counting. He has 50 wives, cat-
reserves in the south in the 1970s and the tle for 50 more. He has dozens of sons
Sudanese governments introduction of and daughters. During the dry season
sharia law in 1983, created unfortunate, cattle camp, his family lives in conical
if not inevitable, conditions for civil war. mud-walled homes with thatched roofs
After 50 years of war and six years after in his village while Manyuol, with
the Comprehensive Peace Agreement the other men and boys, herds cattle
was signed in 2005, the South Sudanese in rich savanna grassland. He sleeps
voted in a historic referendum in Janu- close to his cattle at night. They are his
ary 2011 to secede from Sudan. On July spirit connection to Nhialac, to God,
9, 2011, the Republic of South Sudan, who breathes and moves in all living
led by President Salva Kiir Mayardit, things. Like all Dinka men, Manyuol
became the worlds newest sovereign is naked but for an elaborately beaded
nation. Today, the Islamist president of corset signifying status, his readiness
Sudan, Omar al-Bashir, continues to for another marriage. His skin and
deny the existence of as many as 35,000 face are coated with a ghostly white ash
South Sudanese slaves who remain in made from cattle dung fires. His hair,
his country, and refuses to cooperate dyed with cow urine and powdered
with South Sudanese government rep- with ash, is a red-gold color considered
resentatives who want to restore these to be very beautiful. Manyuol is his
people to their tribal homes. fathers name, his grandfathers name,
Of the thousands of Dinka and Nuer the name of nine male generations be-
men, women, and children captured in fore him and unnumbered generations
Sudans murahaleen raids, few have es- after him. His bull-name is Mawein,
caped to tell their story. after the rare brown-and-white color
William Mawwin did break free, of his chosen bull, his song-ox. He com-
and his story begins with his ancestors, poses songs in praise of Mawein, stron-
generations before his birth, among the gest and noblest of all his bulls, caresses
Dinka of southern Sudan. the beasts twin curving horns and his
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belly, and brushes him clean each day though many men have only one wife.
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with ash. Maweins high, white cres- A woman can marry the ghost of a male
cent horns, black tassels swaying from who died in infancy, one of his live rela-
their tips, pierce new stars in the sky tives standing in for the dead man, and
as he walks. Raising his arms high, many ghost fathers exist among Dinka
Manyuol imitates the curving horns of people. Because of the early influence of
Mawein, his song-ox, as he sings the British missionaries, many Dinka have
beauty and number of his cattle, the converted to Christianity from animist
longevity of his people, the beneficent belief. Dressing in cheap, imported
spirit of Nhialac, of God. Western clothes or the loose-fitting
Arab jallabah has largely replaced such
Manyuol Mawein was born on Feb- traditional practices as wearing beaded
ruary 19, 1979, in an army hospital in corsets or whitening the naked body
southern Sudan, the third of six children. with ash from cow dung fires, a form
His birth name connected him to nine of decoration that also protects against
or more generations of Dinka grand- malarial mosquitoes and tsetse flies.
fathers. As the largest ethnic group in In 1982, on the cusp of what would
southern Sudan, the Dinka live from become the second Sudanese civil war,
the Bahr el Ghazal region of the Nile two-year-old Manyuol was critically
basin to the Upper Nile and are a pas- burned in a home cooking-fire accident,
toral people, cattle herders during the an incident that his family, even today,
dry season, which begins in December, is uncomfortable talking about. William
and cultivators of peanuts, beans, corn, guesses they feel guilty, particularly
millet, and other grains during the wet his mother, and he knows that among
season, which begins in the spring. The Dinka people, whatever is bad about the
tallest people on the continent of Afri- past is carefully kept in the past. To dis-
ca, the Dinka often reach seven or more cuss or dwell on unhappy memories is
feet in height. While early European impolite, even inappropriate. Because of
explorers called them ghostly giants, this, though he still bears scars from this
or gentle giants, in the Upper Nile they accident on his side and back, William
call themselves jieng and in the Bahr understands that he may never learn the
el Ghazal region, mony-jang, the men details of what happened to him that day.
of men. The Dinka are polygamous, What he does know is that following
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was returned to his parents in the city voiceone of the strangest things I
of Wau. Soon after, his grandmother, have ever experienced, and nearly im-
wanting to protect him from the com- possible to describebut this voice was
ing violence, walked seven days from a command, coming from me, yet not
her village of Ajok to bring Manyuol to me, its directive simple: I MUST pay
live with her. Because of his injuries and for Williams schooling, for his tuition
young age, he was the most vulnerable and books. Whatever its source, this voice
of her grandchildren. He would be safer would not be ignored. Calling William
in Ajok, with her, than in the city. that day, I got to the point. Find out
how much your tuition and books will
My first memory is walking with Joc, cost next semester, and let me know. You
my grandmother, down to the river to need to go back to school, you need to
get water. A fisherman gave me my get your degree. Scarcely believing this
first fish to bring home. I used to love wild turn of fortune, William quit his
to walk, talk, and lie down next to my job as a night security guard, registered
grandmother. She would always make for classes, and, with his tuition and
sure I ate first. I never felt she was a books paid for, would never miss anoth-
grandmother; she was just like a moth- er semester of college. Up to that point,
er to me. With her, I had a joyful life. I with each low-wage job, he had tried to
love my grandmother a lot. I think of set aside money for one or two classes
her every day, and know I can never at community college, starting with the
have that life with her again. ESL (English as a Second Language)
series. At his airport job, when he had
Unable to pay his bills, William asked for a work schedule to accommo-
dropped out of community college class- date his class times, he was fired. Each
es to take a job as a night security guard month had become an uphill struggle
at a bank in Phoenix. Hearing this from to pay bills. Somehow, Williams life in
his friend Ed, I worried that William America had turned into a futile exer-
would plummet between the economic cise, his dreams trumped by poverty.
cracks, his hope of an education sacri- As for me, obeying that voice was one
ficed in the monotonous struggle for of the most irrational, least practical, and
survival. One morning, before dawn, I finest things I have ever done in my life.
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Soon afterward, William began call- borrowed his friends taxicab; occasion-
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ing me Mom. I found it impossible ally during our sessions, he had to answer
to reciprocate, to call him Son. It felt a phone call, his speech switching rap-
false, ill-fitting. And when he casually idly from English to Arabic to Dinka,
mentioned that I might write his story depending on the caller. He kept these
one day, I was politely evasive. Skittish. exchanges short or, increasingly often,
But this past spring, in a kind of parallel turned off his phone. Together, we let go
experience to the voice, I instinctively, of the present and moved backward in
though less mystically, came to feel that time; we began with that winter morn-
the time had come to tell his story. So ing when a boys childhood, Williams,
for three straight weeks, William came changed irrevocably.
to my home to be interviewed. Every
afternoon we sat in my back guest room,
blinds drawn, the dimness offering a I began to find it natural,
kind of sedative twilight I hoped would a matter of pride as much
help him feel safe. I sat across from him
on a small white couch, trying not to as affection, to call him
feel like some impostoring journalist/ my son.
psychologist as I asked questions and
rapidly wrote down each word of ev-
ery answer. Hours passed with William Simple intimacy sprang up between
stretched out in a deep white chair, us during these afternoons. At some
talking. His chair, my couch, white indeterminate moment, sitting across
and solid in the semidarkness, hardly from him in that shadowy room as
anchored us. Remembering details of he talked, entrusting me with terrible
his capture and enslavement, he would and sometimes pleasant memories, I
sometimes break down and cry, some- began to find it natural, a matter of
thing he tries never to do. Still, each pride as much as affection, to call him
time he left my house he was lighter of my son.
step, cheerful, as if, in the neutral sanc-
tuary of that back room, he had literally They teach you to suffer. Put a huge fear
left more baggage behind. in your heart. The day you got captured
To get to my house each day, William is the day you start your job.
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N A BRIGHT WINTER MORNING IN FEB- screams. His uncle is shouting, trying
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ruary 1985, six-year-old Manyuol to reach Manyuol, but the boy stands
accompanies one of his uncles to very still, hypnotized by all the noise,
the marketplace. Hearing gunshots, the excitement, the horses. He has never
Manyuol imagines that men must be seen a horse, wants to touch one. When
hunting close by. Two days later, again a man is shot in front of him, he thinks
in the company of his uncle, the boy the figure lying in the reddening dirt is
stares as men wearing long white robes going to wake up. Suddenly, one of the
and white headpieces gallop reckless- white-robed men grabs Manyuol and
ly into the marketplace on horseback. throws him hard across a horses back,
Murahaleen. They seize cattle, children, behind the saddle, tying his arms and
women, blankets, clothes, mosquito legs with rope. Manyuol is one of 70
netting, winter supplies. Dust is every- Dinka boys, girls, and women captured
where, confusion, gunshots, terrified that winter morning by Arab militia.
Mawwin (squatting, lower left) poses in 1994 with friends he describes as fellow Khartoum street persons.
end of a 15-day forced walk; those who First they shot all the
survive will be sold, of less worth than boys and girls who couldnt
cattle, into slavery.
As William recalled that forced walk,
walk anymore, the four- and
his voice was flat, expressionless. Then it five-year-olds.
broke, and he stopped to cry.
Sometimes what William relates is
time I heard William, with not a trace
remembered in the second person, the
of irony, refer to the Arab man who had
you providing safe distance, a buffer
held him captive as Master.
from overwhelming emotions. When he
speaks, his tenses frequently blur. Past First they shot all the boys and girls
and present overlap. Time as a straight- who couldnt walk anymore, the four-
forward concept dissolves. Williams and five-year-olds. One soldier ties a
accent is heavy; his diction and syntax little boy to a tree, telling us, If you
are unique, cobbled from hybrid, self- cant walk anymore, this will happen
taught languages. At times, he uses to you. He shoots the boy, takes a metal
clinical phrases culled from sociology or rod from the fire, shoves it up the boys
psychology classes; often, his grammar anus. There was a party that night, the
is incorrect, his sentences confusing. (In boy still hanging dead from the tree.
this essay, I have lightly edited some Another guy stood in front of all of
of Williams phrasing for clarity while the kids with an AK-47, ordered them
preserving his meaning as well as his to shut their eyes. If you open your
style of speech and transitions from past eyes, a bullet will hit you or you will
to present.) have to shoot another kid. So you close
Jotting everything down, I slowly your eyes. He fires off the gun in front
came to realize that there is no proper of you; it might or might not hit you.
tense for trauma, no perfect grammar You jump like a bullet. One little boy is
for pain. And when he used the word crying, Mom, mom, help me, but the
skip for escape, I thought how strange mother is tied, bound hands to ankles
a contradiction that was, using a word with a rope.
most of us associate with play to describe A young Arab guy with a mus-
running from captivity. I was jarred each tachehe wore a white headscarf,
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carried a white ropehe grabbed this Did you know any of the women or
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By the time we reach Babanusa [a child to raise as a slave. Girls are valu-
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town in western Sudan], maybe 30 able for sex. By the age of 15 or 16, a
kids are alive. Half died or were left, girl will have two or three children by
sick, by the road, with no food or water. her slave owners, and she will raise
them, like her, to be slaves.
Do you ever dream about it? This Arab family bought seven of
us, five boys and two girls. I ended up
Every night until I was 17. I still with the old man, my master. His name
dream sometimes about it. was Ahmed Sulaman Jubar. He picked
There was one little girl, only four me because I spoke a little Arabic. To
or five years old, wearing a long blue speak Arabic made you more valuable.
skirt. They ripped off her skirt, hung it He named me Ali, and I had to re-
on a tree. She got raped by a lot of men. cite from the Quran, pray five times a
Afterward she said, When I die, will day with him. I had to call him Dad,
you tell my father? She walked for his wife Mom. Their children, I was
three days after that, naked, bleeding, told, were my brothers and sisters.
until she died, until she was free. We walked one and a half days
I keep seeing that blue skirt. more. Then with the old man, two of
At the slave market everyone is na- his sons, and a Dinka woman with her
ked, sitting on the ground. They test daughter, I walked four days more with
you, look you over. They divide you all the cattle. Everyone spoke Arabic.
women, children, young ladies. If you
are related, they separate you. They
count you, one by one. Now your name, At the slave market
your identity, is an Arabic number: everyone is naked,
six women, 30 kids, some girls. The
sitting on the ground.
Arab women do the selecting. They are
looking for slaves to cook, to clean, do
laundry, iron. The older kids are taken I didnt understand anything. When
first, the eight-to-11-year olds. Then we got to a temporary house, I ate real
seven-to-five. Nobody takes children food, drank milk. I still dont know
under five unless that child is with a whats going on. I sit under a tree, fall
woman or one of the women takes the asleep there. Next day, Im still there.
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Two days later, I got my first order youngest son, three months younger
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go with one of the masters sons, take than me, the son he loved more than
the sheep and goats to get water. anything. When this son was around,
I never sit down to rest until I skip I had to leave, go to cattle camp, get
five years later. yelled at, beaten. One time, when I lost
Youre beaten, slapped, you dont one of the cows, Ahmad, the fourth son,
understand the language, you have stabbed me, told me find the cow or
to memorize what they say. For two he will kill me. After I find it, he still
months they tie your hands and feet slaps me, beats me, gets really rough.
every night, you sleep on the ground For four years, I didnt go anywhere.
with the cattle. There is nowhere to go. Master told me: Your parents did not
After that, I got picked to take care of want you, now Im taking care of you.
the old man. My duties: be his nurse, All this is going to be yours one day.
companion, walk him to the mosque for I will find you a wife. These are your
prayers. His wife stayed in Babanusa brothers. You are part of our family.
with the children and grandchildren. This will be your special cow. So you
My master liked staying in the coun- feel motivated, work very hard. But it
try with his cattle and sheep. When is psychological manipulation. Sweet
his wife would visit, she was terrible, talk. Mind control.
mean like hell, really, really mean. When I was 10, Master took me with
When she comes, it is the worst time him to Babanusa for the first time. It
for everybody. She sits there cooking was Ramadan, so we went to buy stuff
her coffee all day, complaining, yelling, and to sell cows, goats, sheep. The city
crying. was so beautiful! Master had this beau-
In the morning I cook, bring his tea, tiful house, a city house. We live in it
black tea with milk, his bread. I cook four days, the four most beautiful days
the bread, too. I fold his bed. I cook his ever. I start asking him, Why do we
lunch, usually chicken. I do his laun- live in the jungle with cows, why cant
dry, using a bucket with water and we live here, in the city? Why, I ask
soap. Lay his clothes in the sun to dry. myself, am I living tied up, with rules?
Master would pray five times a day, he In Babanusa, Master buys me cookies.
was really into the Quran. Then I start I had never tasted sweets before. I see
going to cattle camp, rotating with his cars everywhere, and everywhere I see
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people looking like me, Dinka peo- Babanusa with three other slave kids he
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ple, working for themselves. Before, I met in cattle camp. These other boys are
thought I was my masters son or may- 15, 13, and 12, all older than Ali. Af-
be his grandson, but when I see all of ter meeting Chol, the four of them talk
these people in the city, especially Dinka about how they might escape captivity
people, I get my first idea to skip. Back on their next trip into the city.
at camp, my dream becomes Babanusa. On Alis fifth trip, he walks into Baba-
I start thinking how I will skip. I be- nusa with the other three boys. They
have well so Master will take me with find Chol. He buys them food, lets
him, back to the city. I dedicate myself them keep the money theyve just made
to him, be loyal to him. Become his best from selling cows milk. When Ali says
slave so he will trust me. he wants to go to El Obeid, Chol an-
swers, I can get a job for you there, but
Ahmed Jubar takes the boy, Ali, to the you have to pay me. I have four trucks
market in Babanusa for a second time, leaving tonight with cattle and peanuts.
to sell cattle and buy supplies. On a third I can take you and your three friends.
trip, Ali is made to go with Ahmeds Ali gives Chol his milk money, makes
fourth son, Ahmad, the one who had sure the other boys have a way out, too.
once stabbed and beaten him for losing They are all runaway slaves now; any-
a cow. Ali works all day, washing and body who gets caught will be beaten, get
ironing mountains of clothes, taking a foot chopped off, or be killed. If Ali
care of Ahmads four children, staying skips on his own, he knows the other
awake all night to watch the cattle, al- boys will be blamed, punished, possibly
ways terrified Ahmad will kill him. Still, killed. He decides he can only leave if
he has an extra day in Babanusa with he helps them escape too, so he invents
Ahmad and his family, and, at a tea stall, a story, telling the boys he will wait in
meets an older boy who tells him about Babanusa overnight, watching the cows,
an even bigger city, El Obeid. Babanusa while they go in trucks to other cities
is nothing! the boy says. to buy more cows and bring them back
Six months later, Ali, now 11, returns the next day. Believing him, two of the
to the tea stall to look for that same boy, boys go off in one of Chols trucks, and
but instead meets Chol, a 29-year-old the third goes by himself in a different
Dinka truck driver. This time, Ali is in truck to another city. Like Ali, they have
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given Chol their money. After they are fish, and drink cows milk. Here, inside
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safely gone, Ali waits until dark to leave this house, there is no escape. He works
with Chol. The boy is shaky, scared. He all the time. The first two months, he has
cant relax until they reach El Obeid the to watch the familys children, walk them
next afternoon. to and from school, do all the washing
and ironing. After that, he is made to
I am alive today because of that truck do everything, all the cleaning, and gets
driver. He saved my life trafficking beaten if something is not done right.
me, taking my money, selling me to But a happy respite, even a new name,
another master. There is no help given comes when he meets Father Tarticchio.
for free. I was a transaction.
Sometimes I walk past this church.
Chol drives to El Obeid, the capital I see kids running in a field nearby,
of North Kordofan state, and at four the falling, shouting, laughing, playing
next afternoon delivers Ali to a Muslim with a ball. I watch them. One day,
family. Ali is astonished to see Chol sit- a priest with gray hair and a white
ting down and eating with the man of mustache comes up to me. His name,
the house, laughing, cussing, using the he says, is Father Tarticchio. He speaks
same plates, drinking from the same cups. Arabic and wears a white robe, a red
The wife brings Ali food, examines him, hat, Sudanese slippers, and uses a stick
touches him, seems happy he is there. to walk. I find out that he helps all the
street kids, gives them clothing, feeds
them, helps them to go to school. When
There is no help given for he drives his little white car, some kind
free. I was a transaction. of Italian jeep, everybody waves at
him. Hes well loved in El Obeid. The
day he gives me a green T-shirt with a
He will work seven months for this picture of Bishop Daniel Comboni on
family and never be paid. Sharing a room it, I start wearing it all the time. [Saint
with another Dinka slave, a 17-year-old Daniel Comboni was a missionary
boy called Deng, Ali will find life in El credited with numerous conversions
Obeid worse than cattle camp, where at in Africa in the 19th century.] I
least he could be outdoors, could hunt, start going to Bible study at the church
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because it is so peaceful. One Sunday, punish you, kill you, for running away.
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Father Tarticchio baptizes me, gives me After Chol leaves, William gets beaten
a new, Christian name, William. After more; now he has to ask permission to
William Wallace, he says. Whos that? A leave the house. Deng tells him Chol
Scottish warrior, also called Braveheart. has been stealing Williams earned
I start going on Sundays to Father money all along, and starts to talk about
Tarticchios church. I think the Com- Khartoum, a bigger city than El Obeid.
munion wafer is food, bread, so every With Deng helping him, William plans
Sunday I go up there and eat it. The how he will skip. He agrees to work
explanation of what it is doesnt make for Dengs cousin in Khartoum for one
sense to me, but I go up there to be fed. month, and then he will be free.
In church, it is peaceful. Nobody slaps
you, nobody hurts you, and theres free
food. As a kid, you dont know any- That was the most
thing, you go for the food, the clothes, beautiful thing ever, playing
a bathroom.
soccer, being a kid.
I want to play with the kids on the
field, but dont know how. Father Tar-
ticchio makes me a goalkeeper, teaches As he did with Ahmed Jubar, William
me how. After that, I sneak out of the puts on a show of loyalty to the family,
house whenever I can to play soccer works even harder. Before walking the
with the other kids. That was the most kids to school, he puts on extra clothing,
beautiful thing ever, playing soccer, drops it off at the cousins house. One
being a kid. month later, he tells the wife, Please, I
need to buy some clothes. Trusting him,
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HOL STOPS BY THE HOUSE AFTER she gives him money to go shopping.
four months. When Ali, now bap-
tized William, tells him he has Youre poor. Desperate. Youre a slave.
not been paid for any of his work, Chol Youre naive, too, and want to believe
answers, thats because you have to pay what people tell you.
me back for the next two years, my price Each person influences you the way
for getting you out. Either that or I will he wants, then turns mean. You get
return you to your master, and he can used to it. You dont care anymore.
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You decide youre not worth any- marketplace is huge, beautiful. The next
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thing. You wonder, who will treat me day, he starts working for Dengs cousin,
with honesty and kindness? Who will selling cups of cold drinking water at
love me just for who I am? the market. After two months, he is still
When you are a street kid, you cry selling cups of water, and Dengs cousin
and cry and cry, and reach a point is taking half of his money. Since this
where you feel nothing anymore. That is not fair, not the agreement, William
protects you. You force yourself to have leaves. The cousin finds William try-
relations with that person who is bad ing to sell water on his own, beats
to you. him up, takes his money, threatens to
Emotionless. Forgetting. kill him. William is learning a pattern
When you have no family to care for with peoplethey act nice at first, then
you, you become a person who has al- control you with fear and beatings. He
ready given up on his life, with nothing starts over, tries hustling for money at
to lose. When you have nobody, people the marketplace. Three days later, the
know it, and they beat you. If you have cousin finds him, beats and robs him
a family, you are protected. again. So he discovers a different mar-
And in Khartoum, everybody can ketplace in the city, and at night he
tell if you are Nubian, Dinka, Nuer. sleeps on church rooftops. He spends
They take advantage of you, are cruel his days hanging around warehouses,
because you are poor. waiting for work loading trucks. Some-
Still, God helps you. times he goes door-to-door offering to
wash clothes, clean houses. Work is all
William drops his charges off at school he has, a refuge. He takes pride in how
and keeps going. When the family re- well he works, does extra work for free.
alizes he has run off with the money Now 13, William will live like this for
they gave him, they go looking for him. the next five years.
He hides at Dengs cousins place a few
days, until he and the cousin take the Life on the street has different values.
bus together to Khartoum, a 12-hour There is no emotion. Work becomes
ride. In Khartoum, the national capi- a silent language, and the kid who
tal, William sees a lot of other Dinka beats me up today might be my friend
people standing around. He thinks the tomorrow.
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KEC, ANOTHER STREET KID, BECOMES stealing from him. The police arrest the
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Williams first real friend. Hot boys. Every day in prison, freezing water
tempered but loyal, Akec is quick is thrown on them, and they are beaten
to defend William in fights. One morn- with switches. There is no court date,
ing, they are riding a public bus together no trial. Seven days later, they are driven
when government soldiers climb aboard to a prison farm several hours outside
and seize all the boys. They find seven Khartoum.
boys, including William and Akec, and
later release two who are too young. The At the prison farm, you work 16 hours
soldiers in Khartoum are looking for a day, sleep in this little hut. Ninety
street kids 16 or 17 and up, to put into percent of prison-farm workers are
military training and then send south southern Sudanese, Dinka, some Nu-
to fight their own people. William and bians. Men, women, children, work-
Akec are made to get on a bus with the ing on this huge, huge farm the size of
other three boys and are driven toward a city, growing food for Khartoum.
a training camp hours away. When the You wake at 3 a.m., have to put this
bus stops somewhere en route, all the light bulb on your head so you can see.
boys jump out and start running. Akec By 4 a.m., youre packing in the dark,
and William hide in a nearby soccer sta- loading trucks with vegetables, to-
dium until the soldiers give up looking matoes, okra, corn. Every other week,
for them. Catching a public bus back to somebody dies from a snake bite. If you
Khartoum, they are too frightened to go die there, people in prison bury you.
outside for three days, and stop going By 5 or 6 a.m., the trucks leave for the
to the citys center. They find work with market. Seven days a week, you are in
Manyon, an older Dinka man. Sleeping bed by 8 p.m., up working at 3 a.m.
outside his house, they sell things, do After two months we get free, but
construction work, whatever he finds for have no money. We stay working at the
them to do. They work for Manyon two farm an extra week to pay for a bus
years before they discover he is cheat- ride to Khartoum. Instead, we decide
ing them, giving them less than half of to keep the money weve earned and
the money they have earned. When he ride in the farm truck to the city. At
figures out they know, Manyon calls the the marketplace, we have to unload the
police and accuses Akec and William of truck, wait around all day, then load
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me, stay here, youll get paid. Sudanese pounds, thats maybe around
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Ive worked for many, many peo- $200, for a fake passport. I am crying
ple, and all I got was jail, I tell him. I when I give him that money. Later,
dont want his help. Then Majoks wife I will find out he overcharged me.
tells me her husbands story, convinces Cheated me.
me hes a good guy. I go back to working Dont tell anybody you have a pass-
for him. port, dont tell anybody you are leaving
One day I tell Majok I want to go to for Egypt, he says.
Egypt. I am starting to feel closer to Majok
Egypt? I can get you fake papers to when he tells me,OK, you leave tomor-
go to Egypt. What do you want to do row, this guy is ready to take you. Youll
in Egypt? ride in his car between Khartoum and
Open my own store, sit in front of Shendi [a Nile River town northeast
it, sell things. Im tired of the streets. I of Khartoum]. Tell everybody you
want a peaceful life. work for me.
I have a store, let me show it to you. In Shendi, with no ticket, I jump
I have a house, a family, a store. on a train to Wadi Halfa [a town
Youre rich, I say. on a large lake that straddles the
Majok brings me to his home to live, Egypt-Sudan border]. I have no
but I am not comfortable in his nice money for food, no place to sleepIm
house. Why? I have no trust in any- just waiting to get on the boat to Egypt.
body anymore. I cut the leather inside Then I get arrested for not having a
my shoe, make a pocket, keep my money train ticket. I dont get released until
there. A street kid trick, your money the boat has already left.
lives in your shoe. At night I hide my I end up staying in Wadi Halfa,
money in a condensed-milk can, bury hustling to make money for a boat
it in a hole Ive dug in the ground, a ticket. Every Friday night, the boat
place people walk by every day, so they leaves for Aswan [in Egypt], so after
wont suspect. I make money selling six days, I go to the place I was supposed
water, washing clothes, ironing clothes, to meet this guy at. When I find him,
cleaning, working at the airport bag- he tells me, The boat leaves at 5 p.m.
gage claim, anything. Meet me tomorrow at 4 p.m., not
Finally, I can give Majok 1,000 4:01, not 4:05.
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I am there at 3:40. FTER WILLIAM IS FIRED FROM THE
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Wheres the money? he asks. He shoe store for not having a visaa
takes my money, smuggles me inside visa costs moneyhe goes to the
this huge plastic container on the dock. UN office in Cairo and has someone
Im in that container for two hours. Its help him fill out an application for a UN
so hot, I cant breathe, Im sweating. identification badge. If he is stopped by
Finally, somebody pushes the container police, at least he will have this. Over
onto the boat; I have to wait one more the next several months, he hustles for
hour until I hear the boat whistle and money just as he did in Khartoum, un-
can open the container and climb out. til the local Catholic church finds him
After the boat arrives in Aswan, I a second job, this one at a factory that
give the police guy at immigration my makes car batteries, rubber tires, plas-
passport and whats left of my money. tics. He works there one month before
He takes the money, nods, stamps the he decides he wants to work in the salt
passport. OK, go ahead. mines, digging salt with some of his
I ride the train to Cairo, with may- friends. He goes into the factory to quit,
be five or six hundred other Sudanese but his boss says he cant leave until he
guys. It takes 12 hours. gets paid for that days work. He takes
February 22, 1998. I am 19, fi- William to a machine he has never op-
nally in Cairo. Its the most beautiful erated before, a machine that wraps hot
city, crowded. Now I can start my own plastic onto giant rolls. When William
business, my big dream fulfilled. But objects, saying he doesnt know how to
where to stay? I know nobody, have no operate the machine, the boss replies,
money. What food do I eat? Figure it out, and walks off. It is Au-
I find a Catholic church where all gust 31, 1999. Hanging on the wall in
the Sudanese go. I am given food and front of him, used to measure worker
an empty room in exchange for working output every 30 minutes and to mon-
in the church. Its hard to find work, so itor 10-minute breaks every two hours
the church helps people. I stay there two for the workers, is a large black-and-
months until I get a job working in the white factory clock. Because of that
back of a shoe store. Three months later, clock, William will never forget the
I get fired because I dont have a visa. time: 12:04 p.m.
Part of my body is still there, in Egypt. bloody pulp. The fingers on his left hand
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the window, look down at gravestones, locks the front door, comes in and finds
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and me. I was captured when I was ment for three years, eventually with five
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six, was a slave, then a street kid. The Sudanese roommates, all six young men
Lost Boys walked from the jungle to a sharing a one-bedroom apartment that
refugee camp in Kenya, then came to rents for $515 a month. There is a lot
American cities. Our experiences are of drinking and weed, and three of his
not the same. Its really sadmany of roommates get into trouble with the law.
them have had trouble, have died in Six months after his arrival in Phoe-
car accidents, are in prison or living on nix, William meets Jim, another person
the street, homeless. who will change his life. As William told
me of this time, he shifted into the past
tense, a signal that he would be speaking
As William told me of this of yet another loss.
time, he shifted into the
In October 2000, I meet a guy named
past tense, a signal that he Achile, the education coordinator for
would be speaking of yet ESL at Catholic Social Services. Achile
another loss. introduces me to this older gentleman
in his fifties or sixties named Jim. Jim
had two big trucks, mostly he drove this
William is moved into another apart- big Ford diesel pickup. The first time
ment, in a plain but neatly kept area of he picked me up at my apartment, he is
Phoenix. Arcadia Palms is a glaringly talking, talking, talking to me. I dont
white two-story apartment complex, its know what he is saying. He took me to
muddy aqua trim softened by the citys Cocos on 46th and Thomas for lunch.
ubiquitous palm trees and an occasion- He orders steak and spinach for him-
al splash of fuchsia bougainvillea. The self, fish for me, with blueberries and
complex is filled with refugees, mostly cake for dessert. He sat and ate, then
Sudanese. William has two roommates, drove me to the library down the road.
Malak, from the Democratic Republic He got me a library card and checked
of the Congo, and Gurang from Sudan. out some childrens books. He sat with
Malak picks a fight with Gurang, moves me in the library until 2 p.m., teaching
out, and soon after is relocated to Ne- me to read from those childrens books.
braska. William will live in that apart- The next day, Jim brought some ESL
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papers to my apartment, then we went same restaurants, sit in the same plac-
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to another restaurant on Indian School es. What did you tell me that day? I
and 32nd Street. We sat in a far cor- didnt understand you then, but now
ner and, again, he ordered me fish. We I can tell you what I am feeling. Its a
became friends after that second time silent talk I have over and over in my
in the restaurant. For three months, heart, but I cant ever tell him. I cant
Jim came to my apartment three times look in his eyes, at his face. I cant ever
a week and drove me to the library to tell him.
teach me English. Jim is the reason I learned English.
The last time Jim took me out to eat, I want one day to meet him, to show
we went to a really nice fish place on him: This is my associates degree, my
40th and Campbell. I remember he bachelors degree. Thank you.
was drinking water, then started chok- I cant go to that library anymore,
ing, coughing a lot. I worried maybe he where we used to sit with the childrens
was sick. books.
That was the last time I ever saw
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Jim. After he dropped me back at my URING ONE INTERVIEW SESSION, I
apartment, he said something I didnt asked William what jobs hed had
understand, and when he didnt show since coming to Arizona. Stoically,
up the next time, I tried to find him he ticked them off: delivering pizza for
by calling Achile. Achile told me Jim Papa Johns and Dominos, making gum
had moved to New York. When I come in a candy factory, working in a parking
back from my hiking trip next week, booth at the airport, working as a night
Ill give you his phone number. Four security guard in a bank downtown. Every
days later, I learned Achile was dead time he applied for a new job, he would
from a fall. be questioned about his disability, asked
The world became a dark place. how could he do the work. Dont let
Jim did so much for me. I couldnt tell my arms intimidate you, he would an-
him. Can you imagine? Three times a swer. Give me two days, and if it doesnt
week for three months to teach you, to feed work out, tell me. I will respect your
you for free, and you dont speak English, opinion. Since his escape from slavery,
so you cant tell him how you feel? since his factory accident, William has
If Jim is alive, Id take him to the only wanted one thing: independence.
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In the long run, no matter what, I On the last day of September 2003,
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William drives the baby and his girl- take care of the baby. Although William
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friend to her mothers apartment. When is allowed to see his daughter whenever
his daughter gets sick and has to go back he wants, it is still hard for him to let
into the hospital, William quits his job her go.
to take care of his new family. He drops
out of school. Soon, there are problems In my apartment, I have a T-shirt that
with his girlfriend. says Daddys Girl with Achols pic-
He is living in an apartment with five ture on it. I still have the teddy bear I
other Sudanese men, saving money for a brought to the hospital the day she was
place of his own, when the court awards born. It stays on her bed in my apart-
him sole custody of his daughter once ment. Sometimes I sit and hold that
he is financially stable. In the meantime, teddy bear and try not to think Im a
his girlfriends aunt and uncle are to failure. I tell myself I am a father, and
Through acquaintances in the Dinka refugee community, Mawwin learned his brother Abey was living in
Calgary, Canada. Shown in this 2005 photo taken at Phoenixs Sky Harbor International Airport, Mawwin
prepares to reunite with Abey.
body home for burial. Manute is from arm and handwould never have
Turalei, a Dinka village not far from happened. William invents a story to
Williams village of Ajok, and Manutes gain Ahmads trust, saying that one day
father is powerful, well known, like an in Babanusa, a man had offered him a
emperor or a king among Dinka peo- ride in a car, then taken him away. He
ple, William explained. Both families hadnt run away, he had been kidnapped!
know one another and are distant- William says he is now a college student
ly related by marriage. In Phoenix, in America, and Ahmad, initially in-
after attending a cousins graduation at credulous, soon asks for Williams help
Arizona State University, Manute met in getting his own son into an Ameri-
with William; they talked and played can college. Uneasily reunited, William
dominoes. William has a photo of him- and Ahmad travel to Babanusa to see
self with Manute and another of one the rest of the family. Every member
of Manutes sisters at her wedding. He of the Jubar family, including the old
agrees to escort Manutes body home mans widow, denies William had ever
to Turalei, and attends his funeral. been beaten or mistreated, had ever been
Afterward he travels to Cairo, then to a slave. They insist he had been part of
Khartoum, where he searches for and, their own family, well cared for, until
incredibly, locates the family that had he made the poor choice to run away,
owned him as a slave. or, as William explains to them, had
The old man, Ahmed Jubar, is dead, been kidnapped. After he returns to
but investigating further, William lo- Phoenix, it takes William a long time
cates Jubars fourth son, Ahmad, the to process the Jubars blatant denial,
one who had stabbed him. William their collective insistence that he had
calls Ahmad, says he is in Khartoum never been a slave, that he had never
and wishes to see the Jubar family been harmed by any one of them.
again. The two men meet, sit down
together, and immediately Ahmad de-
nies that William, as Ali, had ever been
Every member of the Jubar
his familys slave. He had been a part family denies William had
of their family, well treated. Why had ever been a slave.
he run away? If he hadnt run off, then
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I wanted to find the old man and Nations. William refuses to greet or to
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forgive him. Without him capturing escort Omar al-Bashir, the president of
me, I would not be in America. So a Sudan. At a news conference later that
bad thing, being captured, taken from day in the presidential palace, William
my village, turned to a good thing. I shakes hands with Salva Kiir Mayardit,
wanted to show that family who I had the first president of South Sudan. And
become, how I had changed my name on July 9, 2011, wearing the red jacket
from Ali to William, how I live in the he bought in America just for this occa-
West now. I wanted them to see the sion, William watches as the black, red,
difference between who I was with green, and blue South Sudanese flag is
thema slaveand who I am today. raised for the first time. He listens as
President Mayardit, Ambassador Rice,
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N JANUARY 2011, WILLIAM AND ED FLY the British foreign secretary, William
for a third time from Phoenix to Ajok Hague, and many others speak, even al-
so that William can vote in the referen- Bashir. Later, William will say it was the
dum on an independent southern Sudan. best, happiest day of his life, the day of
And in early July, William returns with independence for his new country, the
Ed, to celebrate the birth of the Republic Republic of South Sudan.
of South Sudan. The new Government In Juba, William is offered a number
of South Sudan (GOSS) has extended of promising jobs. Because of his fluency
an invitation to a number of Sudanese in English and his educationhard won
college students living in America, but hardly elite, at least in the United
William among them, to help host the Stateshe is a valuable asset to a new
ceremonies in Juba, the new states cap- nation with a 27 percent literacy rate, a
ital. On his first day in Juba, wearing an 51 percent poverty rate, and a population
official GOSS press badge, he drives to that is 83 percent rural. The national
the airport to greet and escort UN sec- government offers him a job overseeing
retary general Ban Ki-moon, the vice the building of roads and infrastruc-
president of Cuba, Esteban Lazo, and ture; the UN wants to hire him to assist
the president of Zimbabwe, the infamous people with disabilities in South Sudan,
Robert Mugabe. The next day, William and the governor of Wau is interested
returns to the airport to greet Susan in having him help disabled schoolchil-
Rice, U.S. ambassador to the United dren. The Sudan Peoples Liberation
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Movement (the current ruling political didnt return to his familys village after
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Its hard for them. Im nervous, seeing initially baffled, annoyed by the idea of a
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my family so sad. And its Dinka cul- grown brother, a stranger they did not
ture, so they try to please me. I wake know and did not choose, are quick and
up, do everything I know how to do for proud to call William their brother. He is
myself, but theyre right there, trying a member of our family, and when we cel-
to do everything for me because Im ebrate birthdays, weddings, holidays
handicapped. I start to feel, oh, I didnt none of these occasions feel complete
see I was handicapped before, but now without him. He attends events I am
with them all trying to be there, doing involved in and has spoken to students
this and this and this for me, I feel I in my classes. A charismatic speaker, he
am handicapped even more. tells his story without embellishment
When my daughter first asked about or self-pity. I have watched professors
my arm and my hand, what happened and students alike pay rapt attention,
to me, I told her about my factory ac- then ask William questions with tears
cident in Cairo. Im sorry, Daddy. I in their eyes. Self-reliant, William rare-
love you, she said, then hugged me for ly complains or asks for anything, but if
a long time. It hit me really hard then, he does, if he needs money for some
that my daughter loves me so much. unexpected or extra expense, I know
A lot of people in Sudan are disabled the request comes with difficulty, that
because of the war. Since Im disabled he hates asking and has exhausted every
too, I understand their needs. other possibility. At times, he expresses
anger and disillusionment over a local
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ILLIAM MAWWIN CAME INTO MY nonprofit organization that invited him
life in 2005, sitting, unobserved, to speak more than 20 times on its be-
beneath a tree in my backyard half between 2003 and 2011. He raised
during a party. When he calls me Mom money for the organization at these
now, I am strong enough, changed speaking engagements, yet was paid al-
enough, trusting enough, to answer most nothing, and the $500 scholarship
with Son. The early doubts I had he had been assured he would receive
about this strangers motiveswas his as compensation was never awarded to
loyalty feigned or genuine?have gone. him. It is an old pattern, being cheated
William long ago proved his credibility, of what he is owed, bitterly reminiscent
his integrity, to me. My two daughters, of his life as a slave. Yet if anyone in
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my family needs William, he will find Now I know how he gets dressed. Ive
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Named Manyuol at birth, renamed Ali Mawein, eight feet tall and blessed
by his Arab master, baptized William with thousands of cattle, many wives,
after a 14th-century Scottish warrior dozens of children, remains a legendary
by an Italian priest, William speaks figure among the Dinka.
Dinka, Arabic, and English. He became Having survived slavery, imprison-
an American citizen on July 17, 2009, ment, amputation, and nearly 30 years
began to attend Scottsdale Community of exile, William, no longer a male
College full-time, and in 2010 began child believed dead, no longer a ghost
receiving assistance in the form of fed- father, now knows who he is: a direct
eral disability payments and federal Pell descendent of Dinka chiefs, generations
grants. On May 10, 2013, William re- of men named Manyuol, whose tribal
ceived his associates degree in business leadership was marked by gentleness,
from Scottsdale Community College, dignity, and a just, visionary wisdom.
and this fall he will begin his junior year WilliamManyuol Maweinhas
at Arizona State University, working to- come home. n
ward a B.S. degree in global agribusiness.
He intends to use his American educa- ME L I S S A P R I TC H AR D is the author of
tion to return and help the government eight award-winning books of fiction and
a biography. A ninth book, Palmerino, will
and the people of South Sudan. be published by Bellevue Literary Press in
After his graduation, William Mawwin 2014. A professor of English at Arizona
told me he was going to reclaim his State University, she is the founder of the
Ashton Goodman Fund, which benefits the
birth name, inherited from nine gener- Afghan Womens Writing Project.
ations of grandfathers and tribal chiefs.