Sudan: The Unfortunate Alliance

On Foreign Interest, the Ideal Militia, and What a Coloniser Prays He Leaves Behind My grandmother never said displacement. She said: we left the house and the water took it. But the water did not take it. The state took it. A state that had been making that decision for decades, in different languages, with different flags. My grandfather Ahmed was an English teacher in Halfa Dagheim, a Nubian town on the Nile near the Egyptian border. In the 1960s, a decision was made far away—in Cairo, with…