Crazy world... insane thoughts
It's like the title says...

Hard hitting reality

That’s the grim truth portrayed in Blood Diamond.

Yes – it is an action flick.
Yes – it is a roller coaster ride that doesn’t stop till the end credits.
Yes – it’s the truth of Sierra Leone and its people.

It is also the story of Africa – all the riches and the accompanying poverty. This was not created by god. He made a beautiful land… it was human greed that transmogrified it.

So there’s Solomon – a fisherman, separated from his family, working in the diamond mines, when he stumbles on a large “pink” – pure 100 carat. A blood diamond – that’s what it is – raising money in the strife torn country to buy more strife and death.

Twists of fate ensue as he goes from situation to circumstance to a sense of tragedy. He bumps into our man Leonardo, a “Rhodesian” soldier of fortune familiar with the diamond smuggling trade.

Lotsa reels later – good has happened. The white man has reformed (posthumously) and the colored man is united with his long lost kith and kin. And he’s rich too. There’s a heart broken journo who wipes tears from her eye as her man gazes upon the Serengeti, clutches the red earth and passes on.

TIA – this is Africa, a favorite intonation of the characters in the film. The story of the “child” soldier is effectively captured as the depths of debauchery of the human mind are brought forth. How do you get a child who is trying to learn the word UTOPIA to start killing his fellow humans? The journey from paradise found to paradise lost is so natural. There is a sense of deep loss. I felt it too. Maybe I’m more emotional than my friends around me. This is not a film for the faint hearted.

It’s a good thought that the film leaves us with. We’re all responsible for that strife.
Next time you buy a diamond – check if it’s conflict free.

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