Norman Borlaug - Death

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Wikinews has related news: Norman Borlaug, father of the Green Revolution, dies at age 95

Borlaug died of lymphoma at the age of 95, on September 12, 2009, in his Dallas home. Borlaug's children released a statement saying,

We would like his life to be a model for making a difference in the lives of others and to bring about efforts to end human misery for all mankind.

Prime Minister of India Manmohan Singh and President of India Pratibha Patil paid tribute to Borlaug saying,

Borlaug's life and achievement are testimony to the far-reaching contribution that one man's towering intellect, persistence and scientific vision can make to human peace and progress.

United Nations' Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO) described Borlaug as

... a towering scientist whose work rivals that of the 20th century's other great scientific benefactors of humankind.

Kofi Annan, former Secretary-General of the United Nations said,

As we celebrate Dr. Borlaug's long and remarkable life, we also celebrate the long and productive lives that his achievements have made possible for so many millions of people around the world... we will continue to be inspired by his enduring devotion to the poor, needy and vulnerable of our world.

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