June 25, 2007
Mia Farrow’s Glass House Party for Darfur
The race route begins at Ms. Farrow’s Connecticut country house, makes stops at fashionable eateries and green businesses on its way to the UN building, and ends at Farrow’s 11 room rent-controlled apartment overlooking Central Park in Manhattan.
The toughest leg of the race would be the climb up flight after flight of stairs in The Langham, the location of Farrow’s famous apartment inherited from her movie star mother.
“She’s got all the oppressed groups participating,” raved neighbor Nancy Kissinger, at the race’s kick-off party, “there’s a Shiite man and a Sunni woman, one of those long-necked ladies from Burma or whatever it’s called now, and a peasant from a volcano in Central America!”
After hours of speeches and intense condemnation of evil multinationals and Steven Spielberg (“He’s a self-hating jew!” screeched Mia at one point causing a startled drink bearer to upset a tray of virgin ‘tinis), rifles were fired (“If only those were bombs dropping on Khartoum” I heard someone say) and the race was on!
Party-goers frantically scrambled to their cars, an assortment of Rolls-Royces, Mercedes, Hummers, and BMW SUVs, to drive down for the race finale. Mia ran to the caterer’s stretch Hummer – “I don’t drive myself!” she laughed and I got a chance to ask her some questions directly.
“Mia, why Darfur?” I said, quickly turning on my microphone.
“I never spend a day without thinking about it ... it's impossible to put Darfur out of one's mind,” she said.
“But what about your own country’s support of oppressive regimes in Nigeria, Guinea, in the Middle East, not to mention the abusive occupation of Iraq?”
“Huh?” she responded looking puzzled.
“Don’t you think it’s hypocritical to blame China – a country – for the problems in Sudan?” I pressed on, “Are you aware that both sides are black, muslim, and have committed terrible atrocities – it’s not a black and white issue there. You are a goodwill ambassador for the United Nations Children’s Fund but the UN says there is no genocide in Darfur.”
“Are you f*cking nuts?!” she screamed back at me and jumped into the back seat of the Hummer. “This is my genocide, dammit, Africa’s the future –bomb Beijing!”
And with that the car door slammed and she was off to the UN.
“I never spend a day without thinking about it ... it's impossible to put Darfur out of one's mind,” she said.**
did she lose any sleep over what her country has been sponsoring for the past fifty yrs or so in various parts of the world such as indonesia...
**“But what about your own country’s support of oppressive regimes in Nigeria, Guinea, in the Middle East, not to mention the abusive occupation of Iraq?”**
well said, you might also add somalia, afghan, kosovo etc etc..., folks like mia farrow always make me think of professor walton'w words, "And history is clear on this: In Iran, in Guatemala, in Vietnam, in Chile, in Nicaragua, and certainly in Iraq, the American people cannot plead ignorance. Even if the mainstream press covers such stories inadequately, there is sufficient information for us to know what our government is doing in our name. But for some reason, we prefer to avert our eyes and point the finger elsewhere"
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