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Never Ending Disaster: Tonko Rebellion and Cry of the Hajongs

“I have been moving all my life. I don’t have a place that I can call home anymore” Komodini Hajong lamented while trying to brace herself on a jackfruit tree at the edge of her yard on a small hill. Eyes quenched, pointing with her aged and shaky hands at the ground below where people were plaguing their field for next crop, she cried out, “Nothing had changed for my people. After all this...