At the end of the book Philip, the author, met a man, Girumuhatse, who had admitted to taking part in the Genocide. He had wanted to find out his point of view, but at first he ran. After he calmed down and introduced himself he said, "It's true... the say I killed because I was the leader of the roadblock right here... But then, at that time, we were called on by the state to kill. You were told you had the duty to do this or you'd be imprisoned or killed. We were just pawns in this. We were just tools." This shows that the government had full control of the people. Since they have such little education they can use the people as pawns like Girumuhatse said. The people are not taught to question environments. They can't tell right from wrong. If the world didn't shut them out then this genocide could have been prevented. This ties into the importance of this book. It shows us how people with little knowledge can be manipulated and used without them realizing what they have truly done. This is not just a problem in this genocide. this problem happens today with using children for child labor or even just betting someone to do something you know is bad. You could say another take away is not pointing blame or not treating others as if you were above them. Not pointing blame would be because the Tutsis and Hutus kept blaming each other and the Hutus would often use the Tutsis as scapegoats for their problems. The all lead up to the point of the president's death they both kept blaming each other because they didn't know who shot down the president's plane. Not treating others as if you were above them comes in because the Tutsis were taking advantage of the Belgians thinking they were supierier to the Hutus.
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In the book, We Wish To Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families, it tells about the authors journey to Rwanda after the genocide. In the book you see different people's views on the genocide and how they act. Hutus and Tutsis are fighting for power. This has a lot of tension because the Tutsis are kicked out then the RPF forms and a war breaks loose. After the war there is still tension. The final push for the genocide is the president's plane being shot down. Both groups blame each other and the Hutus with the push of radio propaganda start killing the Tutsis. They didn't have a lot of guns or grenades so when they were killing people they used machetes and masus, clubs with spikes on the ends. Since this was book takes place after it doesn't carry the emotional impact as a real first hand account. The Hutus and Tutsis point blame on each other causing the tension and dislike.
bjdjdI can't believe it. It has been sixteen years since I saw Jack . Then once I find him I find out he has been kidnapped. I need him. How am I supposed to live without him. He has saved my from killing myself. My mom died the year we met. I was just a shell at the time. I felt like a robot having no control of my body. I went threw just the basics like brushing my teeth and hair, taking baths, going to school, or doing my homework. I was failing my classes since I wasn't fully absorbing the information. Then he came into my life. He had a kid. I never expected him to be my savior. At first we never talk but were aware of each other’s presence. I had gotten so bad that I started self harming having the intent of death. Each time I would pass out on my bathroom floor not being able to complete the job. My dad was an alcoholic and was always out at a bar or drunk around town. In class we were science partners so we sat next to each other. One day I dropped my pencil. I reached down to get it but my sleeve rose exposing my scars. I never showed any one so when I got back up I never looked up from my paper. He approached me after school on my way to my car. At first I just ignored him but then my dad had overdosed and died just like my mom. On my way from the hospital I was out of it and drove to his house. He toke me in and fed, cleaned and saved me. I ended up staying there for a week not letting him leave. After that week I was still attached to him but let him do stuff other then cuddle me. He went to school getting our work and teaching me the content I didn't understand. I never left his house for two months. In those two months I had slowly gotten better no longer self harming and started taking care of me. I finally returned to school being treated like a freak but he never left my side. I still had his support and my schedule was changed to his. When school ended he left back to England. That was the last time I saw him until now. His mom called telling me to come over. I don't know how she got my number but I am glad she did. After he left I became a detective and I am one of the best.
I search for clues every where. He was kidnapped from his room. Someone broke in while his mom was out and toke him. There was signs of struggle and a bit of blood on the floor. I look around the room again and move everything in search for a lead. When I was searching his bed I find a tiny piece of paper easily over looked. I look at it and I see a name of a place, stone brook, I search and see it’s not too far away. I get in my car and speed to the location. I see a old shack in the middle of a fried of flowers. I walk up to it a gun in both my hands. As I step threw the door I see a sight I never wanted to see in my life. Five guys were standing over him. All of them were kicking him. I pointed my guns at two guys. I toke both of them out but the drop of their bodies alerted the other three of my presence. They all turn to me but I already take out another one of them but the others are too quick they grab their own guns and one of them shot one of my guns out of my hand. I shot the other and quickly ran to the other. I managed to dodge his bullets and kicked his gun out of his hand. He tried to punch me but I dodged and punched him in the gut. As he was holding his stomach I slammed his head into my knee and he passed out. I quickly ran to Jack and helped him up. I ran him to my car and gently put him in the passenger seat. I drove as fast as I could to his house. I got out the first aid kit and tended to his wounds. After I was done I gently placed him on his bed and was about to leave but he stopped my by grabbing my arm. I got into his bed and cuddled with him like we used to except I wasn't the one on the verge of breaking he was. Hey guys sorry this is way overdue. This was a terrible event, but as I look more into it all I see repeatedly blame pointed everywhere. People blamed each other for shooting the president's plane down causing the final push to the violence. People blame each other and use each other as scape goats. This is like today's schools as I walk through school I see pointing blame all over.inmy book you see it because some have not gotten rid of the hate for each other and it is visable they blame the other group. I don't think it is right for people to blame each other because they might not be the only ones at fault.
Hey guys I've been really busy with school so I have not been able to update on here or on wattpad. I will try to get new chapters on both my stories out today I have started, but not finished them so it wont take me too long to finish them both and I will try to finish more today if possible. Thanks for understanding.
Mentor - A mentor is someone who provides people with support, counsel, friendship, reinforcement, and positive examples. (www.ncmentoring.org). Mentors are good listeners, people who care, people who want to help others bring out the best in themselves that are already there. Mentors also help kids whose parents can't always be there for them. Parents who have to work late and who can't get someone at home to take care of their kids. They depend on mentoring programs like the YMCA, Big Brothers and Big Sisters club, Miracle League, etc.
Without mentoring programs homeless people without food or shelter would start to trust the wrong group of people or not get enough education. I care about mentoring because everyone should have a good and trustworthy parent or a good mentor in their lives. I volunteered at Miracle League and I saw how happy the kids were while playing baseball. All of them had mentors on the field that helped them. If you volunteer at Miracle League you can help the kids run, catch, bat and just have fun and be happy. I think others should care about this issue because if kids don't grow up with someone as a mentor they wouldn’t be making the right decision. Like for example if kids don’t get a good mentor they could get in the wrong groups of people, get bad grades, or not have a great life like the kids with mentors. Everyone should have the same support and care to ensure good lifestyle for kids. Mentoring mostly affects the children that have parents or family members who can't take care of them. For kids to find mentors they need someone to contact their school and talk to the guidance counselor to see if the school has any mentoring programs. If the school doesn't have any programs, people could contact other places like the YMCA, Big Brothers and Big Sisters club, Miracle League, etc. Faith communities offer mentoring and youth programs. At the YMCA there is a program called Community HOPE and it's a mentoring program where the child has one on one time with his/her mentor. The child gets tutored and builds many relationships with the mentors. For grades K-5 there's individual weekly lesson plans focusing on their goals. For grades 6-8 they also have enrichment activities. Kids need mentors because their parents might not be trustworthy, or the parents can't handle having kids. There might also be other reasons for their kids needing mentors. If this issue isn’t taken care of then the children might not have anyone to rely on and then they could start to make bad decisions. If they start making bad decisions then they won't live the best life for them and they could harm themselves. The benefits of kids having a mentor would be that they would have someone to rely on when they need it or when they need advice to make a better decision to know where to go. If the kids have a mentor the parents would know that somebody is taking care of their children and know they're safer. Since there is such a need for mentoring many communities have already made organizations for this purpose. An example is Community HOPE Mentoring for the Y. (www.ymcatriangle.com), Community HOPE Mentoring is made to academically teach the people who are being mentored. If you want to become a mentor for the Y you may want to contact a Y staff member from your local area. The Y says they need mentors on Mondays through Thursdays during school years. Another example of already made organizations for this purpose is Miracle League. (www.miracleleagueofthetriangle.com) You might think Miracle League is just a baseball game but it's actually more than that. It is a baseball game but it also makes people with disabilities feel better about themselves and communicate with others. There are still more things we can do. Like for example donations and food services. Some people have jobs like social services. Social services are jobs that communicate with families and ask if the families need help with anything. Some other things are just applying or volunteering for jobs that include mentoring ship. Mentors aren’t just for people with disabilities either. Mentors are also people that help gangs, pregnant parents, parents in the militaries, fosters, homeless people, runaways, drop-outs, abusive parents, parents that have been arrested, etc. There are still so many things we can do because there are still so many people we can help. Our group’s goal is on April 14th to get about 30 people to volunteer for a game of baseball with Mrs. Biddle’s class on the Martin Middle School’s baseball field. There are items that we need to think about like supplies, foods, drinks, location, exposure, and permission. The location will be on Martin Middle School’s baseball field. This allows us to avoid all the troubles of transportation to a far away location. The foods and drinks will be a variety of things to accommodate the different dietary requirements. Since there are so many posters of different programs and events going on in Martin we would post at least six posters around the school to get exposure and volunteers. This allows the students to know where to look for. We would also hand out fliers for teachers to give to their first period students or get Mr. Velarde to announce it on the Martin News. For supplies we would get them from the PAs first and if we can’t we will get them from our own households. We will also have them help supply the funds for foods and drinks which will be about $60-$80. For permission we would ask all the people in charge of what we need before going through with our overall goal. This is our plan to accomplish our goal of hosting a baseball game at Martin. There will be barriers in the way of our goal. A lot of them may come with time, but others could be supplies, funds, and permission. With all of these troubles they could have major effects and consequences, but we have backup plans for when these occur. If there are any other barriers we will supply a quick and reasonable solution. If time is the problem we will have time to spend after school or at a different location to complete the issue. If supplies become a problem we could find supplies in our houses and donate them to our goal. If that is still not enough we would send an email with our plan and what we are looking to obtain from them to all the parents of Martin students. For baseball gear we will ask the softball coach before looking to other sources for help. For the funds we will have the same approach as the supplies. To first look to the PAs. Then we will look to ourselves. Then lastly, we would look to the Martin parents. If the permission is what we don’t have there could be many different ways this could affect us. For example to use Mrs. Biddle’s class. If Mrs. Biddle says no to us, in this situation we would have to change the plan and goal. Since the result of this happening would cause a lot of problems to our plan we must obtain this permission first. Another problem with permission could be if we are not able to use the Martin Middle baseball field. Then we could go to a nearby park except that would require us ask the the parents and PAs through email to be our drivers. Another problem that could occur dealing with permission could be not being able to show a video on the news, hand out fliers or put up posters. If these occur we could send out an email to all the Martin parents letting them know about our event. This is how we will go about completing our project. Picture links: http://az616578.vo.msecnd.net/files/2016/07/04/636032001618685211508203438_Mentors-Image_2.jpg https://media.licdn.com/mpr/mpr/p/6/005/078/34e/31d251e.jpg http://celito.net/celito-supports-miracle-league-triangle/ Resources: <http://miracleleagueofthetriangle.com/ > “About- The Miracle League,”The Miracle League, 2016, 3/20/17 <http://www.themiracleleague.net/about-2/ > “About Mentoring,” NC Mentoring Partnership, 2017, 3/20/17 < http://www.ncmentoring.org/about-mentoring/ > “People with disabilities,” Volunteers of America, 2017, 3/20/17 <https://www.voa.org/people-with-disabilities > “Community HOPE, Mentoring,” YMCA of the Triangle, 2017, 3/20/17 <https://www.ymcatriangle.org/programs-services/tutoring/community-hope > “Mentor Program,” AIGA Raleigh, 2016, 3/20/17 <https://raleigh.aiga.org/mentorship/ > “Find a Mentor,” SCORE, 2017, 3/20/17 <https://www.score.org/find-mentor> I can't eat.
How can I? I saw her murder him. I saw the knife slide into his chest. He fell in slow motion. Then died in a pool of his own blood. I see the sun slowly set surrounding me in darkness. I feel blood on my hands as I try, in vain, to help him. It ended with me there all night and getting sick because of it. I want him to hold me like he used to. I can't feel the warmth anymore. I feel empty. He at first was my childhood friend. He was my one and only childhood friend who helped me with my problems. Eventually, we started falling in love with each other. Then one day he cracked. He had asked me to be his girlfriend after two months of constant dates. I remember being so happy I jumped into his arms and didn't let go for 20 minutes. I had never fallen in love with someone and neither had he so we had a lot of little bumps along the way. But, after three years of being in a relationship he proposed to me. I still remember it like it was yesterday. He invited me to a picnic on our anniversary. I was so excited because of both of our work schedules we haven't had time together in a while. I had put on a floral dress wanting to look good and put a little bit of make up of since I never have liked make up but, I wanted an extra touch to my outfit. I was soon brought to a gorgeous field of flowers. There were all types of colors that were reflecting the sun's light making it look like heaven. I didn't know it at the time but, that field was going to make all my dreams come true. After the wedding I was in a bliss of happiness. Then she came. One person ruined my little heaven. She came in and murdered me. The cause of me not wanting to live anymore. I can't take it. This is my story of how I gave up on life. I watch as we pass by trees. The view reminds me of my past. The wind in my hair as I drove away from that house. The day I finally escaped that prison. I felt the heat of the sun on my skin reminding me of the warm summer day where it all began. My mind takes me back to the abuse. I suddenly am back to that brick house. The windows are shattered the glass all over the floor. I see the blood all over the floor and walls. "Emily! Get down here right now!" he shouted alerting me of the upcoming violence. I go down wanting to get less punishment. As I get down I see my mom sitting at the kitchen table. I can't believe she is back. I thought she left me. I start going towards her wanting to have her embrace me like she used to. Before I can reach her I feel a sharp tug on my hair making me feel like it's being ripped off. I see my mom get up and come towards us stopping my dad's assault on my hair. "Don't hurt her! She is our child!" my mom shouts. Then pain is all I felt till I left darkness consume me. When I had woken up Mom was dead and dad was sent to prison. Hey I know I have been doing these a lot instead of writing but, i'm in a writers block right now and I have been pretty curious.
I was wondering what you think happens after death. Where do you think our souls go? I know a lot of people are christian so they believe in heaven and if that's the case reply what you guys think heaven will be like. I was just wondering because there are a lot of theories I wanted to know what you guys think. Sorry this post is so late. |
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These are just a few of my ideas. If you want to evolve them please contact me before hand. |