Laura Uva Going to Rwanda on Mission July 14, 2008
The route I drive to work takes me down a long sloping hill, past houses, a church and a playground. Cars drive upwards of 45 mph, sometimes faster, through this area. Not far from the playground is a blinking yellow light at an intersection with a side street. Sometime in the first couple of years after moving to the area, I learned that there had been a child hit and killed on this road and that the warning light was one of the steps the city or county took to try to prevent further casualties. Every day I pass the area, I think of slowing down and being extra careful even though I rarely see a child within a hundred feet of that blinking light. It’s a reminder I am thankful for, however, because I value so much the thought of children playing carefree, something I enjoyed so much as a child growing up.
I told that story because I’ve been trying to come up with a personal analogy for a serious global concern. Each time another case of genocide occurs somewhere in the world, our universal reaction, reflected in mass media, appears to be shock that this has happened AGAIN. Didn’t we learn from the Armenian, Jewish, Cambodian, Bosnian and Rwandan genocides? My own personal reaction is a mix of this disgust and amazement and something deeper which I will call the blinking yellow light.
Another slight diversion to explain what the warning light has meant to me. Although I had read and heard about the Holocaust in high-school history class, a singular moment when it really hit home was reading Maus, a memoir by Art Spiegelman about his father’s Holocaust survival, written in two volumes as graphic novels. It was like re-living Art’s father’s personal horror. Even though my kids were no more than ten years old, I remember encouraging them to read those books. It was my Aha moment about the importance of being reminded of a tragedy, and our need to be aware of a repetition, no matter how long ago it may have occurred.
I’ve held onto my belief in the power of education to create a strong ethical foundation for children. Whether it is taught in school or, more powerfully, at home, what is right and wrong and when to act against injustice, are important values to convey to younger generations.
It is, then, with great pride, that I am seeing my daughter, Laura, embarking on a personal and professional journey to Rwanda, scene of the most recent, and one of the 20th century’s worst, genocide. Laura will be the international music supervisor for Africa Mission Alliance, a non-profit organization that runs programs in Africa to improve the lives of the poorest of the poor. Beginning in late December of this year, she will be living in a house in Rwanda with twenty-six children between the ages of 8 and 12 and three Rwandan adults. As the chorus will be performing both traditional Rwandan music and western Gospel music, both Rwandan and western teachers are necessary. Laura will use her music and singing experience to teach the children to sing as a chorus and to teach the Rwandan adults to lead and conduct the chorus. She will also be joining with Rwandan staff to encourage the children in Christian devotion and discipleship, and will be teaching the children to speak English in anticipation of the second part of this incredible global adventure. After nine months living with and teaching in Rwanda, Laura will accompany the Rwandan children and adults on a nine-month concert tour of the US and Canada where she will be home-schooling the children, improving on the chorus’ performance and helping with the technicalities of the lighting and audio production.
As if that were not enough, Laura, a devout Christian, is taking on this awesome responsibility without receiving a penny of compensation. Instead, and in line with the goal of all of the Africa Mission Alliance missions, she will be raising money to pay for her expenses while on this eighteen-month journey. From our conversations since she was accepted for this position, I can tell that Laura is extremely happy, has a mature and humble attitude toward the experience she will have, and is motivated through her strong faith to raise the funds and complete this mission. Wow! I love you, Laura!
I just finished reading A Thousand Hills, Rwanda’s Rebirth and the Man Who Dreamed It, by Stephen Kinzer, which tells the story of Paul Kagame, Rwanda’s current President and the architect of the new reconciliation going on in that country. Last week, I read chapters that described the hundred-day genocide in the spring of 1994. I felt at one point that if I did nothing else, I should dedicate myself to educating people, especially younger generations, of the realities that led to genocides throughout the twentieth century, so that they will feel equally motivated to act rather than letting it happen again. With my beloved daughter Laura preparing to embark on a life-changing experience to help in her way to heal the people who suffered such a mind-numbing genocide experience, I am reminded that that yellow blinking light will never go out as long as I am alive.