(1/4) “First came the meetings. They were openly advertised on community microphones. Their stated purpose was to discuss ‘current issues,’ but everyone knew that killings were being organized. These things were being openly discussed on the radio at the time. I was always invited to these meetings, but I never attended. I was a pastor. I wanted no part in those discussions. But when the killings finally commenced on April 7th, people came running to my church for sanctuary. The first of them arrived early in the morning. They were trembling and too scared to speak. All they could say was: ‘Hide us, hide us.’ I told everyone to go inside the church. I said: ‘If our God is true, we will be OK.’ Finally a young man arrived who was able to talk. ‘They killed my parents,’ he said. ‘All of us are being hunted.’ I was also terrified but I tried not to show it. I just kept bringing people inside the gate. By the time the sun went down, there were over three hundred people hiding on this property.” (Kigali, Rwanda)
(2/4) “We filled every hiding place with a person. Some were in the ceiling. Some were in the cupboards. Some were under the floor. There were even two people in this toilet. That very first evening the militia came to my front gate. Some were carrying guns. Others were carrying machetes. They’d been told that I was hiding people. They demanded to come inside and search the property. I stood in the doorway and told them that they’d have to kill me first. ‘We’ll be back,’ they said. ‘And thanks for gathering the cockroaches into one place. Because it will be easier to kill them here.’ Days passed by. We were an abandoned, dying group. Our food ran out quickly. Thankfully some church members answered my call, and agreed to sneak us food after dark. The nights were the worst. We could hear gunfire and screaming in the surrounding hills. Always we thought we were next. Nobody was sleeping. My wife and I lost so much weight. All our friends abandoned us. They pretended not to know us. Only one pastor stood by our side. He came to me one night and warned me that there was a plan to attack the church. I told the news to my wife, and we both agreed that we were ready to die.” (Kigali, Rwanda)
This four part post on @humansofny
These posts gutted me. I kept waiting for the next one to be uploaded so I could read the rest of the story. Click on the image or this link to @humansofny’s page to read the other two parts.
Brandon Stanton, the person behind the camera, is such an amazing story teller and humanitarian. I love it when he leaves New York to travel and tells the stories of those he encounters along the way.
I’m taking a break from coffee at the moment, which is going surprisingly well. Only one raging headache so far!
So I’m making tea my new best friend. My favorite place to pick up tea is from Tea Chai Te in Sellwood. It’s located inside of a historic red caboose, and it’s precious. My current favorite is their rose peony tea, which has a delicate flowery flavor. Get your tea there then walk across the street to Jade and grab a dessert. You won’t regret it!
I’m taking a basket weaving class later this week and I’m super excited about it. I signed up for a three class pass through Assembly PDX, and it has been so much fun! If you’re like me and tend to purchase a lot of arts and craft supplies, but then don’t actually know how to use them — and therefore don’t — taking classes and then deciding if it’s worth the investment might be a really good idea. So far, I’ve taken punch needle and weaving classes, and I’d highly recommend both. Cheers to getting crafty!
I told my husband earlier this week that I’m hosting book club at our house and he responded, “What book club?” So I guess that means I should probably both read the books and attend more often. This month, I’m managing both! So maybe that will start a streak for me.