Thursday, October 2, 2008

A call for help. Please read, Vestine's Story:


In order to reach as many people as possible I am copying Maryam's ( My Marrakesh )post to my blog. Please, read and if you find it in your heart to help, please do:


She has a small, neat head, her features delicately sketched, her teeth very white. Her grey suit is too large for her narrow frame but her cream shoes are polished and she moves with a certain elegance on ankles impossibly slim.

Her name is Vestine. She's 42 and she survived the Rwandan genocide.

Vestine was rounded up one night and held captive in a stadium with others. Left without food, on the fifth day, she began to eat grass, one green blade after another. It was that day, too, that a soldier marched her to the sordid bathroom and ordered her to take off all her clothes. Her hands twisting in her lap, she says,

"He told me he wanted to see if Tutsi women were made differently than Hutu women. Then...then he raped me."

The next day it was a different soldier, this one trying to force his penis into her mouth. When she protested, he clubbed her on the head. With her fingers lightly tapping her face, Vestine describes how the blood streamed into her eyes and down her nose, as she did what he required.

Vestine's story continues, relentless. After they had had their fill of her, you see, the soldiers would force her down on her hands and knees, straddle her back, and ride her around the stadium like a donket, beating the soles of her feet with a stick urging her to go faster and faster.

When she was finally brought back to her home, Vestine found her husband and two brothers on the floor, hacked to death by machete. By day, she was raped over and over by a soldier who held her captive. By night, the dogs would come and feast on the rotting bodies of the people she loved most.

After weeks, Vestine was ordered to the local Hutu commander's house. Vestine fought back, perhaps her fatal mistake. Her voice faltering, she looks down at her lap and whispers,

"The commander took a knife and then he mutilated my genitals, cutting off ....cutting off everything I had left there. Then....then, he made me swallow what he had taken from me."

Vestine survived the genocide, rescued by a Hutu neighbor who hid her. Two of her three children also survived, the third was killed by a grenade when he tried to flee into the mountains.

It was only seven years later that Vestine -- broken and sick -- found out that she had been infected by HIV/AIDs.

Vestine, and thousands like her, are now being helped by AVEGA, a Rwandan NGO dedicated to widows of the genocide. Their funds are small but their hearts are big.

Could you, would you find room in your heart to help, too? In a different dark life, in a different dark space, it could have been you, in Vestine's place. It could have been me in Vestine's place.

Is fifty dollars too much? Or perhaps 25 dollars if times are tough? Might someone also help me by taking donations via their Paypal account? (I don't have one and can't get one in Morocco.) Any mentions on blogs would be incredibly appreciated, too. Leave a comment or email me at maryam at mtds.com if you would like to help. I promise you -- with a certainty that is desperately sad -- that this will be the most meaningful money you spend all month.

My week has been filled with horror -- I can't look away. Please, please, don't you look away, too.

6 comments:

Annie Coe said...

Oh my god, I had no idea how horrible man can be to man(or woman)
This has to be the most horrific story I have ever heard.
When I quit sobbing I will go and give.

robinbird said...

yoli i was already over at maryams and commented there. the link you have put up doesn't seem to have any direct way to donate money. is there another source that you know of? as always you are so willing to place yourself at the center of pain and simply hold it. you are a good and compassionate soul.

Vivian M said...

It is tragic the atrocities that some people are capable of, and even more tragic that they are still happening in today's day and age. Thank you for sharing this story, and the sites where we can go to help.

Yoli said...

Robin, Myriam is setting it up. Just keep checking on her blog. This is just one of many stories. Thank you for reading it and commenting. This is honestly very hard for people to deal with. It is a lot easier to turn away. However, life along with immense beauty, offers horrible pain. We just can't forget what another human being is suffering, it could be us in that same position.

Gillian said...

Awful, isn't it. I posted something too. It is nice that like minded people are willing to help.
There but for the grace of God...
xo

Nyla said...

I read this (on your blog) a few days ago and haven't been able to get Vestine's story out of my head. I have no words.

I'll keep checking Myriam's blog for donation information, but maybe you can post it here too (?) when she finally sets up a way for us to send some support to Vestine and our other sisters.