Dart Center for Journalism and Trauma

Leaving Saigon

Thirty Years After the End of the War

By Arnold R. Isaacs

Thirty years since April '75—good grief. It seems almost too trite to say, but it doesn't seem that it could possibly have been that long ago. Every April reminds me of the end of the Vietnam war, this one more than most, not just because of the round number but because of an encounter with the past that I had just a couple of weeks before the actual anniversary. The following ruminations are longer than I intended, but here they are anyway.

AIDS in Zambia

Lord, Cleanse Us: Effects of disease permeate society

By Frank Green

CHAMBOLI, Zambia Thousands of wood and metal markers stud the bare earth surrounding the resting place of Enock Chinsense.

Shovels are at work a few feet from his fresh grave. In the distance, wailing rises near the children's plots. Trucks, buses and cars carrying the bereaved rumble along an unpaved road that bisects acres of makeshift tombstones.

Three people pray quietly for Chinsense amid the din, the dust, the bustle of the Chamboli Cemetery.

Tsunami Relief/Reporter Grief

The word "indescribable" is one of those clichés often used by people too lazy to really describe what they're seeing. But for the first time in my professional career, I found a place where indescribable was actually the most accurate description.