Maybe the World Has Not Closed Its Eyes
I thought it couldn’t get worse. Yesterday listening to Renee and Sabine tell the stories of their rapes I felt…
I thought it couldn’t get worse. Yesterday listening to Renee and Sabine tell the stories of their rapes I felt…
I have been thinking during the last four days about the definition of a woman of valor, something we talk…
When your translator is in tears, you know you’re in trouble. This morning we met with two women, both of…
As she entered the room, my eyes froze on her scarred and disfigured face. Skin melted like a plastic mask.…
I was haunted by their faces. Renee with deep scars carved into what was once a beautiful face, eyes with…
Yesterday, at the Goma border crossing, a local Congolese official told our translator that she wanted to go through our…
For nine years Mama Francine (for her safety I cannot reveal her true name) has lived in the safe house…
Congo is unlike anything I have experienced. I can barely process what I have seen and heard today. The poverty…
Yesterday we drove east from Kigali to visit the Agahozo Shalom Youth Village, an extraordinary program established by Jewish philanthropist…
As we drive through plush verdant fields and towering mountains on our way to Kigali and the Congo border, we…