From Red Earth. Denise Uwimana
Чтение книги онлайн.
Читать онлайн книгу From Red Earth - Denise Uwimana страница 1
From Red Earth
From Red Earth
A Rwandan Story of Healing and Forgiveness
Denise Uwimana
Plough Publishing House
Published by Plough Publishing House
Walden, New York
Robertsbridge, England
Elsmore, Australia
Plough produces books, a quarterly magazine, and Plough.com to encourage people and help them put their faith into action. We believe Jesus can transform the world and that his teachings and example apply to all aspects of life. At the same time, we seek common ground with all people regardless of their creed.
Plough is the publishing house of the Bruderhof, an international Christian community. The Bruderhof is a fellowship of families and singles practicing radical discipleship in the spirit of the first church in Jerusalem (Acts 2 and 4). Members devote their entire lives to serving God, one another, and their neighbors, renouncing private property and sharing everything. To learn more about the Bruderhof’s faith, history, and daily life, see Bruderhof.com. (Views expressed by Plough authors are their own and do not necessarily reflect the position of the Bruderhof.)
Copyright © 2019 by Plough Publishing House
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-87486-984-2
EBOOK ISBN: 978-0-87486-225-6
Cover photograph by Martin Huleatt
In memory of my beloved husband Charles and all my family, friends, neighbors, and fellow Rwandans who perished in the genocide against the Tutsi.
Contents
1
Plane Crash
I HAVE HEARD that in the United States, people remember exactly what they were doing when planes hit the Twin Towers. In my country, too, we remember a plane crash that way. There is this difference: On September 11, nearly three thousand people died. In Rwanda, smaller in size and population than Ohio, the number was three times that many every day – for a hundred days.
Or think of it this way: if you stacked fifteen copies of this book, every word would represent one man, woman, or child murdered during the genocide against the Tutsi.
I’m trying to help people grasp what happened, because no one can picture a million human beings killed. Not even we who survived.
MY FIRST AWARENESS, when I woke on Thursday, April 7, 1994, was a too-familiar sense that the other side of the bed was flat, cold, empty. In the two and a half years since my husband had been forced to move out, I never got used to his absence. I felt it most keenly after one of his clandestine visits, like the one the previous weekend.
I missed Charles now more than ever. For the last six months, tension had been mounting in our town,