“Since I was four years old, my people, the Chagossians, have lived in impoverished exile, while the US military has been enjoying the fruits of my homeland.”

A single act of dispossession can echo across an entire lifetime and an entire people.

“My life has been buried… It's as if I was pulled from my paradise to put me in hell.”

Losing one's home can feel like losing life itself, even while the body goes on living.

“I maintain justice must be done.”

However long a wrong is allowed to stand, the demand for justice does not fade.

“This battle has just begun.”

A single legal or moral victory is only a step, not the end, of a long struggle.

“We Chagossians will continue fighting for our fundamental rights to be respected.”

Dignity is defended by continuing to demand it, generation after generation.

“There is nothing, just structures of houses and of the church. There is nothing inside. Nothing. It's deserted. It was heartbreaking to see it with my own eyes.”

Seeing a lost home with one's own eyes can make an old grief suddenly, freshly real.