I once spent three weeks in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of “capacity building” manuals that were never going to leave …
Justice After a Conflict Ends


I once spent three weeks in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of “capacity building” manuals that were never going to leave …

I remember sitting in a humid, corrugated metal office in Goma, staring at a thick stack of “standardized regional compensation frameworks” that had just been …

I spent most of my years in South Sudan and the DRC staring at cargo manifests, not colorful infographics. I’ve sat in enough donor briefings …

I remember sitting in a dusty compound outside Goma, staring at a manifest for three tons of imported grain while the local vendor across the …

People love to talk about universal jurisdiction as if it’s some grand, sweeping moral triumph, a legal magic wand that cleans up the world’s messes. …

People love to talk about the International Criminal Court in terms of grand moral victories and the lofty pursuit of global justice, but that’s just …

I remember sitting in a humid, windowless office in Goma, staring at a stack of donor reports that claimed millions had been “allocated for systemic …

I remember sitting in a humid corrugated shed outside Goma, staring at a spreadsheet that claimed a 15% reduction in regional deaths. On paper, it …

I remember sitting in a dusty compound outside Goma, watching a group of local elders stare at a fleet of white Land Cruisers that had …

I once sat in a humid warehouse outside Goma, staring at a stack of manifests that didn’t match the reality on the ground. The NGOs …