A Washington Post reporter explores the motivations behind an award-winning filmmaker’s motivations for creating a documentary about reconciliation in Rwanda.
In the film we meet Rosaria, who pulls up the hem of her dress to reveal mounds of raised scar tissue running down her legs. Hacked and beaten during the genocide, she now lives in a house built for her by Saveri, the man who killed her sister. Another survivor, Chantale, who lost 30 family members, meets John, the stooped gangly man who killed her father. He can’t face her; her eyes are embers. “Remember all your old neighbors,” she says. Yet the next day, Chantale begins working to build a house for another ex-con who confessed his crimes.
For Hinson, it was proof that the “transcendent filters through every aspect of life” and also that the world is really messed up.
–Gabe Oppenheim, “Acts of Reconciliation”, Washington Post, July 5, 2008
The story of the film itself is magical, involving some good timing and a series of providential connections. But the reporter also interweaves into the article a story from her personal life — a story about a fiancee who is immature and hurtful, who embarrasses her and steals several years of her life. I can’t give you the punchline, but here is a teaser:
The story ultimately appealed to Hinson for its reversal of the genre’s cliches. Instead of being a tale of African ruin and our reluctance to help, it was a “tremendously hopeful” picture of people learning to forgive in circumstances, she says, in which we never could. Hinson liked to believe she herself had learned something.
Two weeks after leaving Rwanda, in August 2006, the belief was tested. Her ex-fiance called, 4 1/2 years after their breakup. “I feel kinda crazy,” she recalls him saying. “And I still love you.”
The LORD casts a long shadow over us as the author of our lives and as the editor of our mistakes…