When Milwaukee doctor Maqbool Arshad handed out crayons to the Kosovar children he and his son visited at refugee camps in Albania, he asked them to draw whatever came to mind. I didn't ask them to explain. Nor did he have to. Some of the bodies are decapitated or maimed. In other drawings, bright, gigantic flames shoot from the windows of schools.
Smoke billows from bombed-out structures.
Tanks roll into neighborhoods. Shells blast holes into the roofs of homes. Bombs fall to the earth from the hatches of military planes. Soldiers shoot at refugees who had packed up their belongings to flee their homes. Perhaps if the children who drew these images had lived somewhere else, they might have drawn a sun that smiled.