IRC in the News
The small concrete buildings that huddle in half-built villages across Kurdistan aren't much. Single-story, with no doors or windows to cover the holes in the walls. But for religious minorities fleeing Islamic State fighters, the buildings were better than a refugee camp, so they crammed in, an entire family to a room.
One year ago, under the cloak of night, armed Boko Haram militantsstormed an all-girls dormitory in Chibok, Nigeria. They herded more than 200 girls into cars and trucks and burned the boarding school to the ground. As their homes, family, and freedom retreated into the distance, the girls considered throwing their shoes and head scarves out the window, a meager gingerbread trail for their loved ones to follow.
An international aid group on Thursday called on the United States to resettle 65,000 Syrians before the end of 2016, highlighting Washington's slow response to the massive refugee crisis generated by the civil war.
Bob Montgomery’s office at the International Rescue Committee in City Heights was almost empty last month. Walls stripped of its old map of Vietnam, bookcases barren, his desk uncluttered, less in that spring-cleaning and more in that farewell kind of way. Everything seemed to point to a finale, not least of all the fact Montgomery was preparing to retire.
On a bluff overlooking the Sea of Azov in the southwest corner of Russia—tucked between the city of Rostov-on-Don and the town of Taganrog—sits a series of six unprepossessing buildings on dirt lot roughly the size of an acre. Living in these plain cinderblock dwellings are over fifty school-age children and their mothers, refugees from the war that has been raging in the cities, villages and towns of East Ukraine’s Donbas region for nearly a year.
Capital Business is teaming up with the Northern Virginia Technology Council to find the area’s most interesting product innovations.
Sudanese farmer Khadija Abdulumah used to harvest guavas and mangoes on her land in Darfur, reaching up with a long pole to dislodge the ripened fruit.
Piles of bodies and pools of blood running down the corridors: survivors of the Kenya university massacre described how laughing gunmen taunted their victims amid scenes of total carnage.