The Blue Sweater extract on poverty and genocide in Rwanda
      The Blue Sweater extract about poverty and experiencing the tribal genocide in Rwanda
    
  The head soldier turned and ordered the rest of his makeshift squad to kill the women and children. 
    "I   felt the presence of the Holy Spirit then," Honorata said, her eyes   turned downward. "I yelled to everyone to drop to the ground. The   soldiers kept shooting, shooting, until they thought we were dead. Then   they left, not checking to see who was alive. They didn't take our   possessions. Maybe they knew we had nothing to take." 
The   rain pounded, drenching bodies and bloodying the street. Lying under a   pile of corpses, Honorata thought she was dead. For what seemed like   hours, no one moved. Out of nowhere she heard a young, high-pitched   voice asking if anyone was still alive. Honorata laid in shock, unable   to utter a word in response. Another child shrieked, "Those who are   still alive, try to save us." 
Her   daughter shook her and pulled her hair, crying, "Mother, Mother!" She   could do nothing but stare at her sister, Anunziata, lying next to her,   hit by two bullets and barely alive. Every other adult was dead. 
Seventeen   children were still breathing. Two were critically wounded: Honorata's   13-year-old daughter had been shot in the breast, another son of a close   friend, in the thigh. But before she could think of helping the   children, she had to somehow accompany her sister in her final moments.   That was all that mattered. Together the sisters prayed: "Forgive them,   Father, for they know not what they do." Honorata asked the children to   join them. Together, they recited the prayer three times. 
Honorata   told me, "Of all the adults, I was the least maternal and the least   courageous-I was the wrong person for God to have left alive. But there I   was with 17 children in my care. So I told God that our fates were   entirely in His hands." As she turned her focus to the children, the   prayer of forgiveness and surrender gave Honorata a strength she had   never known before. 
Where   to run? The churches were no longer secure. Thousands had sought refuge   at chapels and cathedrals previously considered safe havens. Priests   and nuns had turned over their congregations to die. 
With   the children in tow, Honorata stumbled back to Anunziata's house, now   littered with papers, food, chairs, and mattresses. By the time she   returned to her twin sister, Anunziata, was dead. At dawn, workers from   Doctors without Borders found Honorata holding her twin, keening and   sobbing at the site of the massacre. She accompanied the two wounded   children to Butare's hospital, where a MASH unit had been set up.   Throughout the day, terrified, Honorata shuttled between the hospital   and Anunziata's home, where the children were still hiding. 
By   the end of the first day, after community members learned what had   happened, an old acquaintance found Honorata at the hospital and gave   her $20, now all the money she had in the world. Other friends offered   to take her children into hiding with them. Even strangers shared   whatever they could to help her buy food for her children. 
When   I think of how aid agencies characterize Africans as desperate for   handouts, I think of Honorata and her support system, still functioning   and generous in a brutish world gone mad. For the better part of 6   weeks, Honorata remained at the hospital, comforted that the other   children were safer outside town. "The soldiers would come into the   hospital, see my children, and say, `These children are offspring of   Inyenzi [cockroaches]."' Other Rwandans came to the hospital to give her   and other survivors whatever they could spare for medicines and food.   In turn, Honorata did what she could for other patients, comforting them   and praying with them. By June, Honorata felt safe enough to brave   another journey, this time to the refugee camps in the French-controlled   Turquoise Zone near Cyangugu. 
    Honorata   is alive and well later in the book, which is non-fiction.  But she   faces several more very daunting obstacles to continued living
    Jacqueline   Novogratz. "The Blue Sweater: Bridging the Gap Between Rich and Poor in   an Interconnected World" (Kindle Locations 2281-2303. Kindle Edition.
    
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Bill
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