"Blood Diamonds" by Greg Campbell

It’s ironic how marriage engagements are sealed with other people’s blood

What? The title doesn’t make sense? Did you know how many people suffered to get the diamond on your wife’s or fiancé’s hand? I don’t either, but you can take a guess once you read this book. Come, take a ride to a place where children spend their last breaths in a ditch, sifting dirt and mud for the precious stones. Take a walk with the men that die in jungles while transporting this contraband to another country. Sit down with the monsters who butcher the pregnant women, who cut the arms of teenagers, who kill for pleasure.

This is not fiction, my friend, this is real and it occurs even now as you read this review. And it will continue to occur until the value of diamonds remains artificially inflated by DeBeers’ monopoly. But I know, next time an anniversary or marriage comes along, you’ll still buy a diamond for your wife or fiancé. What do you care, you don’t have to die to buy…

By Simon Cleveland