“That could be a problem.”
“His ball handling has improved a little but he’ll never play at guard.”
“Give him some time. He’s just a kid.”
“They’re all kids, Ecko.”
“They are indeed, but this one is special.”
CHAPTER 25
Murray and Samuel finished unloading a truckload of canned vegetables at a pantry and stopped by the offices of the International Rescue Committee in central Durham. Miss Ida was familiar with its work and mentioned it to Sooley, who researched it online. A Ms. Keyser was expecting the two basketball players from Central.
She gave a quick overview of the IRC’s history and work: It was founded by Albert Einstein in 1933 to help European Jews resettle in the U.S., and had grown into one of the world’s largest humanitarian organizations. It worked in the regions hit hardest by war, persecution, genocide, and natural disasters, and provided shelter, food, and health care for the most vulnerable. In many instances it relocated them in Western countries. In the past forty years, the IRC office in Durham County had helped over eight hundred refugees from twenty-five countries resettle in the area, including eighteen from South Sudan.
“Do you know anyone here from your country?” she asked.
“No.”
“No relatives here in the States?”
“No.”
“The relocation process can be long and difficult. Demand is great, supply is not. U.S. Immigration is currently allowing only five thousand a year into the country from South Sudan. The need is much greater. Not surprisingly, many of the world’s refugees would like to come here. I believe Ida Walker said that you plan to seek citizenship.”
“Yes I do.”
“That’s good. The fact that you’re already here is crucial. Please, don’t even think about going back.”
“He’s not,” Murray said and got a laugh.
She continued, “There is no easy way to get your family here, but your best chance is after you have become a U.S. citizen and can sponsor them. Without a sponsor, it’s almost hopeless.”
“How long will it take?”
She smiled and glanced at her notes. “A long time, Samuel, a very long time. First, you need to finish college. That’s four years.”
Murray interrupted with “Probably five, the way he’s playing.”
“I’m sorry.”
“He’ll probably redshirt this season, so he might get another year of college.”
“Right. Okay, whatever, but staying in school and graduating are important. Then get a job and start a career. The more success you have here the better your chances of sponsoring your family.”
“That’s not really what I wanted to hear,” Samuel said.
“I know. It’s a long process, even when it works. Sometimes it doesn’t.”
“But they’re in a camp, barely getting enough food and water.”
“Along with many others. Look, I’m happy to open a file and you can call me anytime. You can stop by. You can even volunteer if you’d like. We have a college internship program and we love our students. Ida said you’ve made contact through Doctors Without Borders.”
“I spoke to my mother two days ago through them. Is it possible to send her money?”
“I don’t know but I’ll find out. We have an office in Uganda, in Kampala I believe. Rhino is an established camp and I’m sure we have someone there.”
“I’ve read everything about the camp that’s online. There’s a small market where you can buy food and basics. They have nothing, only one change of clothes from a distribution center in the camp. They sleep on the ground, no blankets. I’d really like to get some money to them.”
She smiled warmly and said, “I’ll figure it out. Call me tomorrow.”
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The food trucks were delayed and delayed again, and then they stopped coming. But the lines held firm and continued to grow as desperate people waited in the sun.
Beatrice and the boys left one line and went to another, then another. Rumors were flying that there was food on the west side of the settlement and when they arrived there was a swarm around a United Nations truck. Workers frantically dipped small portions of rice into whatever bowls the people brought. Those with none were simply given two handfuls.
The hunger terrified the refugees because it brought back painful memories from the recent past. They had all been hungry and their primary prayer each day was for enough food to sustain life.