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I Didn't Do It for You: How the World Betrayed a Small African Nation Hardcover - 2005
by Wrong, Michela
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- Title I Didn't Do It for You: How the World Betrayed a Small African Nation
- Author Wrong, Michela
- Binding Hardcover
- Edition First Edition
- Condition Used - Good
- Pages 448
- Volumes 1
- Language ENG
- Publisher Harper, New York
- Date 2005
- Illustrated Yes
- Bookseller's Inventory # G0060780924I3N01
- ISBN 9780060780920 / 0060780924
- Weight 1.61 lbs (0.73 kg)
- Dimensions 9 x 6 x 1.37 in (22.86 x 15.24 x 3.48 cm)
- Library of Congress subjects Eritrea - History - Revolution, 1962-1993, Eritrea - History - 1993-
- Library of Congress Catalog Number 2004060774
- Dewey Decimal Code 963.507
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Summary
Scarred by decades of conflict and occupation, the craggy African nation of Eritrea has weathered the world's longest-running guerrilla war. The dogged determination that secured victory against Ethiopia, its giant neighbor, is woven into the national psyche, the product of cynical foreign interventions. Fascist Italy wanted Eritrea as the springboard for a new, racially pure Roman empire; Britain sold off its industry for scrap; the United States needed a base for its state-of-the-art spy station; and the Soviet Union used it as a pawn in a proxy war.In I Didn't Do It for You, Michela Wrong reveals the breathtaking abuses this tiny nation has suffered and, with a sharp eye for detail and a taste for the incongruous, tells the story of colonialism itself and how international power politics can play havoc with a country's destiny.
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Whenever I land in Asmara, a novel read in adolescence comes to mind.