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the blog that started it all.

The blog that started it all:

Laying in Titu Prison, these 5 boy-prisoners first told me of the whistleblowers.

Abducted in Congo and too small even to carry a gun, boys were given merely a whistle and sent to the front lines of battle.

The sound of their whistles calling together was meant to frighten the enemy away. Failing that, their sole duty was to receive the bullets with their bodies.

With falling whistles, their only choice was to feign death, or face it.

The whistle became a symbol of the level of injustice in Congo. The haunting image of whistles falling from palm sized hands pushed me forward.

It wasn't until I returned home that I realized - there in Congo a whistleblower is a victim of injustice, but here in the West, a whistleblower is someone who calls out injustice.

Possessed within this single symbol was both problem and response.

Around the world, the sound of a whistle demands STOP. PAY ATTENTION.
Demand the same from your friends and family.

Become a whistleblower for the war in Congo.

Injustice cannot exist when millions of people call it out.

Together we'll stand even as they fell, and use what was once their only weapon as our voice to fight for their freedom.


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