House of God, House of Death.

January 2nd, 2016



I had mentioned before that the genocide memorial had enough skulls in one room to make up the higher grades of my middle school. This one has enough in one room to make up my entire elementary school, my middle school, and the graduating class of my high school at least. A holy place where many Tutsis took refuge turned into a place of death. There are still bullet holes in the walls and ceiling, blood on the walls, and piles of damaged clothing on the floor in tatters ankle high. I am horrified. I am angry. I am sad. So very sad. I will never understand how humans can hurt humans this badly. I'll come to to this subject when the shock of this wears off.