LETTER FROM A COUNTRY AT BRINK OF PRECIPICE
*Title:* The Criminals in Suits and the Silence of the Educated *To the ones they tried to fool with flags and degrees,* We’ve spent decades pointing at the man with a gun in the forest. The rebel with no ideology. The boy who hijacks trucks on a dusty highway. *But I’ve lived long enough to know, that’s not the real enemy.* The real enemy sits in boardrooms and conference halls. The real criminal wears a suit, speaks fluent English, and calls his theft *policy reform.* You see them on TV. *They smile as they announce the privatization of water, electricity, a state owned institutions.* They celebrate budget cuts to public schools in the name of *“fiscal responsibility.”* *They sign mineral rights away for fifty years, then fly to Geneva for a climate conference.* They don’t carry *AK-47s.* They carry pens. And the blood doesn’t spill fast, it spills slow, across generations. *They Kill Us With Policy* They called it SAP; *Structural Adjustment ...