International Women's Day

“I left my village and went to Kigali to sell my baskets. That night the President’s plane went down.” The day was April 6th, 1994. That was the start of genocide. For 90 days, the Hutu tribe massacred the Tutsi tribe. It was reported that 1,000,000 died.

Meet Pascasie. She was a weaver who was trapped in the capital city and unable to go home. She hid at a Catholic Church along with hundreds of other people. 7 days after after the plane crashed, Hutu members came to the church and started separating some of the men from the group. Once separated, they killed them. Pascasie did not know if she was gonna live or die that day. At this point she had no idea of what was happening or if this was only happening in just the capital and not in the outlying villages. Pascasie was tearing up and had a faraway look in her eyes. Even though it happened 26 years ago, it was still very fresh. She is a married mother of 6 and she didn’t know how her family was doing. She stayed in the church fearing for her life but she couldn’t leave. Pascasie is wiping her eyes and I am openly crying doing my best to capture her story. Though she sits across from me, I can feel her pain. It’s as if she is there again.

“They dig holes so they could kill and bury us and sometimes they would just bury people alive.” Just before they were to kill her group, the army came and stopped them. The army secured Kigali before heading to the other villages. it would be months before she could head to her village and know the truth.

Pascasie started the pilgrimage back to her village only to find nothing; no house, no husband, no children. She decided to head back to Kigali and try to survive. As she was leaving 5 orphans from her village followed her, they had no where to go and no one to take care of them. She took them in. She found an abandoned house and would go into the fields digging up potatoes to feed everyone.

After a year she decided she needed to go back to her village to search for her family. When she got back, she found out she was the only Tutsi widow in the whole village. That day she took in another 7 orphans.

She suffered from severe depression but she had to be strong for the kids. She came up with an idea. How can I get out of this situation? She was a weaver by trade so she gathered others to weave to try to make money, to build community, and to move on.

Pascasie needed the truth. She needed to know what happened to her family. She went to the prison where the perpetrators were kept. They wouldn’t talk to her. She came back week after week. Finally, the perpetrators agreed to talk to her. She found out they had killed her husband and her 3 children. They asked for forgiveness. She finally had the truth. She continued to go back to the prison and she taught them to weave. “They needed to have some skills when they leave prison to make money.” She invited them to weave with her. They created a beautiful basket together called the Peace Basket. She felt the basket united people. I asked Pascasie how she could be so strong. She said her faith in God made her strong.

Around 2009, her cooperative started weaving for Azizi Life. It takes 6 days to make 1 Basket. We have sold this basket for years in The Marketplace and I never knew this story. Now I will definitely look at it and think of Pascasie and her strength, resiliency, and a level of forgiveness many of us will never understand.