

How sad! Our final post for Design for Social Change.
Conflict Minerals are used in cell phones, computers, and almost all electronic devices. The illicit trade in minerals essential to phones and other electronics fuels Congo’s war. Congo is the Saudia Arabia of minerals: gold, tin, copper, coltan (computer & cell phones)
Horrible human rights attrocoties here particularly against women
- didn’t start the war, but now perpetrates it
Create a consumer demand for conflict free products!
The rate of Sexual Violence in the Congo is the highest in the world. It’s the most dangerous place on Earth to be a woman or a girl.
5.5 million people have died in the Congo in the last decade.
Walmart largest gold retailer in America. What if Walmart demanded tracability all the way to the mine for all of the gold it sells. Of all of the jewelers questioned by 60 Minutes, only Tiffany & Co. said they trace all of their gold all the way to the mine (Utah). Walmart said they will trace 10% by next year.
One day, when I was about 13 on the ranch I grew up on, the adults were gone and the mice were going to play. Although I always thought the mice that weren’t my real brothers...the ones that came with my mother’s current husband, were really just playing with my brother. They obviously had no regard for his well being. I don’t know if I can say they were playing with his life. Could he have died from this stunt? I do know he could have been seriously hurt, scarred for life. What am I saying? He probably does have scars from this day. The game they were playing involved a car. An old nondescript grey/beige car with a rounded hood and fenders. Mitch was probably around 13 and his younger brother, Chuckie, was probably 11, same as my brother, Robert. So, too young to be driving, but you don’t need a driver’s license on the ranch, especially when the adults are away. Mitch was driving and Chuckie was riding shotgun. My brother Robert...he was on top of the car, spread eagle, holding on to the car roof through the open driver’s and passenger’s windows. And at 11, he was barely able to reach across. I became aware of the game looking out from an upstairs window.
What kind of male adolescence taunting had they used to get my brother up there?
Mitch was probably driving with his foot to the metal all the way up that mile-long, dusty, gravel road that leads to our house. As the road gets to the house it takes a slight curve to the left and continues up to the barnyard. It was at this curve that they lost him. Robert flew off and hit the gravel. He is very lucky that he didn’t hit something else... like farm equipment parked between the shop and the road. Robert came into the house. I am sure the sight of him made me weak in the stomach. His face and hands were covered with blood, blood and gravel. Dozens of tiny pieces of gravel were imbedded in his face and hands. He was asking me to clean him up before Mom got home. All he was worried about was getting in trouble. So I did. I picked every one of those pieces of road out of his face and hands and cleaned his wounds. I don’t recall Mom ever finding out what happened. I’m sure Robert came up with some excuse for his wounded face...and the excuse was good enough for her.