I wanted this special place to remain a refuge against all the ugliness and greed and compromises that afflicted the rest of the world. I didn’t want to see it despoiled and defiled like everything else.
“I can’t stop thinking about the poaching, Chris. I can’t get it out of my head. It just seems so . . . wrong. I feel like I need to do something, but I have no idea what. I’m trying to understand all of this.”
“I’ve been trying to understand it myself, for years,” he said sympathetically.
My turmoil was obvious, and he seemed to get it, as if he’d been through the same thing himself.
“This killing here in Kruger is so troubling because it’s unlike anything else,” he continued. “In unexpected ways, it’s even more disturbing than the violent crimes I covered as a journalist when I was y
