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In 1971, I was 10 years old and growing up in Brooklyn, New York. I was never a good eater, and the summer of that year was no different. Every dinner at the small dinette was an interminable ordeal punctuated by my mother's insistent plaint, "Eat, Jerry. Don't you know there are children starving in Biafra?"
Indeed, I did not know. Where was Biafra?
Now, as I sit reading at my own dinette 33 years later, the Biafran crisis again rears its ugly head. It was partly in the flames of that conflagration that the humanitarian organization Doctors without Borders
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