“My name is Virginy, my husband was a Hutu. He was murdered because he married me, a Tutsi girl. I got brutally raped by the Hutu militia while my 4 children were screaming. They were begging me to save them, but I could not do anything--they got killed. They threw me into the river to drown me but I survived. Only a few days later I was caught by another group and then another-- three times I got gang raped and thrown into the river. But I survived”. This is the story of 45 year old Virginy. There are thousands like her with horrible memories of the Rwandan genocide.
The root of tensions between the Hutu and the Tutsi tribes of Rwanda lays in the late 19th century, when first Germany and then Belgium moved in utilizing the classic strategy of "divide and rule”. By 1994, the battle lines were clear- After the fatal plane crash, carrying the president of Rwanda, the Hutu unleashed a swell of violence that left 800,000 Tutsi and moderate Hutu dead and sent many into exile.
The 1994 Rwandan Genocide is the largest organized killing of human beings in the shortest period of time in modern history. People are afraid to be happy in this country. The trauma of the genocide is still palpable everywhere, even after 15 years. It seems that the living in Rwanda are more lifeless than the dead.
“We need heart, we need a foundation of love. People lose the true sense of things.” All the Rwandans dream that there will be no cast, no Hutu or Tutsi anymore.