There are no words for Murambi. Our group of 40 Rwandans and internationals spent the day at Murambi today. It was a rough day for all of us, especially for the genocide survivors in our group. Neither my heart or mind knows what to do with this. I’m angry, heartbroken, and vacillating between deep emotions and numbness. How is it possible that we do such things? How is it possible that we allow such things to be done. As hard as this is, we cannot keep looking away. If we are not willing to own this it will surely happen again.
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