
Crude Injustice
STANDING BY THE RIVER GOI, Eric Dooh’s face shines with sweat. It is wet season in the Niger Delta’s Ogoniland region and the humidity is brutal. The surface of the river shines as well — with a veil of slick crude oil. “My parents were great farmers,” Dooh says, pointing toward the large swath of land, now overgrown with weeds, by the edge of the river where he once worked with his parents to produce yam, water yam, maize, cassava, and groundnuts. “Whenever the farm was harvested we had enough