Monday, February 21, 2005


Go see Hotel Rwanda.

I went to see it last night with some friends. I brought a bunch of Kleenexes because (a) it's about genocide and (b) I cry even at phone commercials. I barely needed them. Instead, half an hour in, I started shaking, and didn't stop until an hour after the movie was over.

By a wonderful coincidence, Paul Rusesabagina, the man on whose experiences the movie is based, is coming to speak here tomorrow. Can't wait.

And online-friend-of-online-friends Quinn has spent time at the tribunal that is trying to sort out this whole mess. Read her story.

1 comment:

Quinn Michaelis said...

Thanks a million times for posting this. You've given me a sense of accomplishment I thought was gone. Some purpose has returned, and it's because you've talked about Rwanda. Thank you thank you thank you.