 to Uganda or you're reporting for Uganda or something so we want to show that there we actually know how to turn off our cell phones in a moment. More importantly, it shows only a little over an hour, but if for any reason you have to leave the theater in the middle of the show, please do not go across the floor. Instead go through that door under the exit sign. There's a curtain hanging right in front of the door, so just go through the curtain and make sure you reach through the door first. Go through that door, go down the hall, and there's a door at the end of the hall, quick to take you right back out of the lobby. And last, after the show, we'll take a little break. If you need to leave or if you want to leave, if you want to stay, we'll have a little conversation with the performers, the director, the designer, myself, whoever. And we'd love to talk about the show with you. And the director would like us to talk about it already. I think the model, I think we're actually going to facilitate a conversation amongst the audience, like by George Scott. Excellent. I like that. So the performers, Dan and I will go get a beer, and y'all will have a drink. Thank you very much for coming on the Jewish show. For permission to travel onto Belgium to see the young nuns, my father will pay. May I leave aside the veil and stay in a narrow hotel here at the construction site? May I take an unscheduled leave to see Marieke's intent? May I watch and discover what our sister was thinking? There are enough men, finally, to make one wonder. She is not an individual. To expose something in myself for, well, someone nearly like me. Two nuns are on trial for the deaths of 7,000. May I leave aside the veil and stay in a narrow hotel here at the construction site? May I watch and discover what our sister was thinking? I think we should all get out and go home. They came back at about 4 in the afternoon. This time they went to the health center. Where are they staying? Etenpiedo, Etenpiedo, Aissa, Aria, Chatie, Aissa, The rain makes the clouds bright even at night. The rain makes the ground bright as setting concrete. Hundreds stand as rain would stand if it could get back up off the ground, pissed off. For many of them, and more past coming, they could not all take shelter at the health center and wanted to come inside the compound of the monastery. They reached the entrance, but the gate, always open, was locked. Faced with the cries of the children, the wailing and shaking of the soaked refugees, nearly all of the sisters told Gertrude she should let the refugees take shelter. There was no shortage of space. The monastery had a hostel, a chapel, other ensign rooms. Gertrude refused. She locked all the doors. We tried to climb in. Pregnant women were climbing in. Others managed to get through the cypress heat and in between the bad weather. Chantal Kainagirwa was trying to climb in when she fell off with her baby and drank her head. They come firm. They swallow paper and write on it with their insides. We read their project for a cheese man on the wall and then scrub it and look for just another day. Gertrude came and took the children, myself included, down to the cellar where they made communion wafers. But she came back later and drove us out. I don't like them listening. Producing that shadow of vision says yes. Yes they are. It says to power you are so definite before even your negative has a shape. They are climbing over the gates. They are a good game. They are spreading the wildfire. The wildfire is working. They are coming. More are coming. It's raining. They are falling. There are only so many of them. They are right outside. They are falling. They are inside. You're falling. What is left when you give everything away? Vocation is when you're only a space. Citizenship is the whole crew which imagines the rushes. Country is what is left after you give it to the citizens of God. But they were taking a census so they could know our exact number and feed us. She asked us to draw up a list of our names, family by family. She came from here. We thought she was worried about us. We waited for food in vain. We received nothing from the nuns, not even a banana for the babies. Kizito was counting. If there are any kuchus, could they stand on one side? Kizito told them to leave us so that we would die of hunger. We waited for the rebel army, a rebel army, anybody's helicopter, any opposing blade. We waited for God, for food in vain. We are making a Morina Kizito to walk away from us. To take the blade or scavenge the abominable. If we can make her live, we can make her walk away. Snow globe. I consider this with music as if this were the plot of a toy ballet. A decimal error. A lie. A ghost story. I am at last able to talk myself out of it. As if this were on an African scale. And by that measure, not so many did. Kizito was always going out to the front barrage. I don't know where they went. On 20th April between 5 and 7.30 p.m. I went to see my friend Gaspas in Shakanu. They are sister of Papu Master Boma. Who is your text to the monastery? Gatun Mukangambo and Juliensis to join me there. We talked about her real man as death. I did like the man, but I did want him to die. We were sad that his plane had been shot down by the Yensi. Sister Gatun said we must have hit him. She said that Sindibuawa was right to call the Putuzo Putari. Divideba. So he could accompany them in town while they did their shopping. On 20th April 1994, I became intimate with the Nans. I exchanged confidences with them. You won't tell me what you want, I will let you be. Give me your name. Open your mouth. I have two sticks. They break, they burn. I have no sticks to boil the grain for soup. I have no son. Three made of sticks. Six shake out in this bitch of a wind. Stick by stick in a spoon turn. There is no tree. I have no son. I put at the young Putuzo, then Taraham. Although I don't like the town. To surround the monastery at the hall centre, we killed all those who tried to escape. The play was to kill all of them. After that, I went to have a beer. What would you like? You know I have nothing to play with. You get all the music from the radio? Yes, follow me, sister. What would you like? Something anything. Something to eat. You know I have an appetite to use it with. You want a surprise? Here we are. Now what is it? Every surprise is a signal. A flame in the sky. And then a flame from the sky. Then a bright bleach of explosion. And now even my teeth are shadowed. They will come here to signal. I do and do laughter without cause. A certain strip of nouns. The language of angels all turned down. Is it in your eye? Is it human? What? It's to my back teeth that defend you in here. You know them. They post. You must go out. They want you. They whistle and drum you. They banana leaf and ash curts you. They tell you to drop and stream. They pull you tight as off and a concentrate and then break you like a lie. The sooner goes the better. The killing starts at 7.30 after a prayer then breakfast. They may not remove itself from death. Have no knowledge of the situation. If you don't believe that a threat against man's or religious is credible. Outside the health center I tried to lie down and pretend I was dead but couldn't find any way down to the ground. I was being careful with my belly because I was pregnant. Early militia spared their ammunition and my neighbors came in side by side with them working farm tools. And as machetes by tendon I was crawling down bodies and away. They caught. I was turning protecting my belly and breasts. Caught my back. The man I was crawling down his neck was cut and I was making my way to earth. They caught. Ha! Sometimes takes a number of blows. Life finds many absurd hiding places. They neighbor militia police army caught my leg. Ha! You cut my tendon. I lay loose as a dead bird's head that was really the bird sleeping. I turn my face to the window but I do not have to see water to know in the wind for the whistle or watch a cloud of flower to know if it's gone or to stay for the flies to ride from the dead to know the wrong ones and suddenly a hundred dead for the cause of 40 bullets because the bullets pass through the hair and the skin to the skulls behind and then the internal harmony as rhetoric goes all the way in with machetes. Blood thick end of blood blind machetes went through the bleach of our skies I know some. They increase in number. Anything may be counted high as you can go. All this is only them built of brain, built of dust dump shit and hide in a ladder. I'm glad my mouth is shut because I'm worried that the children are learning bad words. The children between the legs of the killers who treat killing? If everyone, then none. No one. If absolutely, then nothing. Yes. Come here. It is a very deep deep valley. You heard it. Now listen. Listen. My 23 is going hard work waiting by the wall. Now everybody wants a brush. Check wits. More room for dancing. Eat the cattle. More room for dancing. Pick up your feet and bring them down. Scatter the cockroaches. There was a revolution in 1959. There's a party every day. There's one road out a long road in a room that send them home to Egypt. They have now took part in shining in the waters. They will have their hands in the cities of the day. Is to make room for me. The purpose I'm going to mention is to make room. Make room. Then we are under attack from within and without. We must pull together the sharpest voices and most extreme suggestions are all extreme. Responsibility. We do. The tire of a van will go over this one knee. Please. I followed it. I prayed. I got it. I condemned laziness and fear. Then walked among the dead and said because I had a reason. On the 23rd we revealed the hidden in wrath of the party. We killed them by its own and then brought the soldier fear. Someday I will become mother bacteria. We were stood in lines of 30 the courtyard of the center no where they were put without stepping on a corpse. I set my four children where I could see them. My baby on my back I said children pray we are going to die. They took my first four children they were all killed before my eyes. Then they stuck as fear into my back which pierced my baby and pierced me. When the baby fell to the ground he was already dead. I felt something warm on my face I tried to get up they hit me on the head three times in my shed they say over me This is who I am It's called Domati It's my sister Maria Chisito that got of Semanian also She was in the middle we have brothers who are with the attackers She was the next to Chisito was the spear in his hand It was the... They discovered there were a lot of people in the garage they said they would have to burn them because they had barricaded the door Rekarahu came with Chisito and two cans of petrol Rekarahu said but Chisito had to go home Our sisters have come to our aid He gave one of the cans to Vincent Bianvoca who had some dry grass Vincent packed grass in a ditch they had dug by the garage wall and poured the petrol out I saw a casile stoned to death and Gabaniza was cut to pieces Bernadette came out burning to death many people died inside the garage I saw the daughter of Semaniana and sister Julieta Chisito with a second 7-liter jaric and a petrol She gave it to an interim hallway from her family called Nionsenda He poured the petrol over Kabiriji and set him on fire Kabiriji ran while burning I was there That was the day my family died You see how wicked these two chisars They have turned up their banquets They should all be killed No, there are too many to move many to want it too Let me out No Now they are walking on the outside Fetching stones, making garlands Praying rosary is making some weed garland to crunk the gift of bloody hope What are we doing when the ladies are marching? We are always praying We are praying for you Hide me, Mary, hide me I believe it was Mary who braided the crown of thunder and this is the mother of the rosary all spent in flames She makes bread out of chewed grass on the devil's belly She makes gasoline out of wet nerves inside the devil's teeth and siphoned it into 7 beer bottles She makes candles out of open eyes She makes beer from fat She puts a city out of the salt at the base of the woman's throat to the tweezers in this house of me Huch bread, huch bark sweat and elbow, rub it for skin as pure I'm hungry, I'm thousand Go to the floor, go away Electricity fills water as fuel fills a jail Every day within a mile of you someone feels such fear Today, I say we fill this fear together I do not recall the name of my child To call it, the woman next to me has choked to death on smoke I remember the name of my child and cannot call More or no more, I can take your place Every system in my body signaled pain, flashes taking pictures, bolts of perpetual burst or people explodes too I have to let this go, I cannot talk to you anymore I am of white activities I would hear every whisper But they're saying it's right I am not right for this job The job of feeling this pain You're not expected to do well You are expected to die What do you get? As a person who used to be anti You're not watchspring You're a scam All my contents are in utter All speech is vows Every vow pulled against itself My biology is ripped vows, sounds And with this screeching alphabet I call Jesus in all my loved ones I curse Jesus and forget my loved ones I'm not sure if I'm dying in sin Or grace or if I'm dying Because my alphabets well to battle Tongue burst scallops This is my death You think he's his own I think he's his own He's when you think he's his own He's killing my feelings He's when you think he's his own I think do you think he's mine too? It's just a lot of killing The thinking But I say when you say These two aren't fit So curse started nine in the morning And lasted until five At five thirty six gendarmes came And trolled the killers to loot only It was too early to sleep I stayed among the corpses Bays were sucking at the breast Of dead mothers I thought about killing them To save them from suffering But could not I saw a head carry by On a branch like a lantern The next day They saw me breathing I was rousted I walked towards the blows Kill me Kill me friend Kill me That the rival called me And told me tomorrow was the time We locked ourselves in the room And prepared to die There was no hope I was thirty six years old And this was the end of my life I had to accept it To rise above the suffering I was annihilated I no longer knew how to reflect We all suck That's what directed against me If it was necessary to die I had to remain with my community On the twenty second I never left the monastery The gasoline is an invention I never punished it The love I bear for sister Gadi Added me to a company How it recovered giving the ambulance Otherwise I never went with them at all When they arrived It's sister did her best To help the refugees We served them food I never saw up in the file That my brothers were in Tehran I did not know it And I do not believe it If though I'm militia They would be in prison now Counter to what certain Witnesses claim She denies she is known By the nickname A Gattisi Made of an animal Hyena Je ne suis N'est pas trop difficile Je suis un enfant Déju Je ne suis pas Vendée pour Belge Je n'ai voulu Au combat Belgium doesn't have the devil It is a Belgian tribe Under a new law Oh, isn't that good? I am not ready to go to God There'll be a Gadiate For how long will we go to jail? For many years Can we receive from Comfort? Yes Visitors? I will recommend against it But Yes Sure We are none Christ had benedict in none All the silence We live in cells Yes So what is jail? Not the same Yes Trial in a foreign language Comes true slowly as in a dream The full formal weight of pool arcs Demented rock pile Rock to bear on these small few Bad nuns But Ridiculous first trial These are the best genocidaires You could find to test your law You may touch the hem Of Christ's robe and his heels You may touch the hem Of genocide and if you believe I suffer Do I hesitate? Do I believe in genocide? If I can believe in Christ Why can't I believe in genocide? My heart is a jerekin A jerekin of gasoline My mind is evaporation My fingers are my shadows And my body This is relatives that take in refuge In a monastery To send them away In order to save the monastery We return adept here to our requests Very impressed I saw All clements All loving All sweet But in memory No sister No sister No sister No time for the soul to leave the body Besides, I kept thinking This was the end of the world The Bible spoke all If I could, I would appoint Your mother superior of this monastery The two nuns came at once When I told them We had finished killing the Inesia The health center And that we wanted to kill the ones In the monastery The nuns opened the gate for us There was a battle on it Us together Unknown about families And survivors of the health center We assembled in a big foyer In the presence of Grand Officer With the rocket My girls Peace had been restored Go back to your own hill Your neighbors will help you repair your phone Those of you not local Just so will we get a pass You should have no difficulty getting home They got 20 people out right away Gaspard said there had to be more I asked Chisito to write up a list Of all the two nuns and their relatives Chisito brought some milk And offered my companions some beer Thank you, sister I was hungry That was why I didn't want to drink any more alcohol I poured the two teas into three groups Workers, other refugees And families of the nuns If there are any hoodlums Can they stand aside? Then began the carnage It was exactly like what happened at the health center Except they weren't burnt alive with petrol We're executing the others in the bush To find the monastery Save me, woman of God Go and join in a family And the girl wants to join the others To be killed in the bush Save me, woman of God Female blood in battle Met wine and drink it Today is a national holiday First night turned official when I saw At that time there were people in the ceilings And owls throughout the house Very early in the morning, maysits Lints have false ceilings To allow ventilation for the heat Many people hide in the ceilings They become a category She showed them the rooms where the refugees hid I will help you go home Some of the nuns gave my And I'm guarding the finer city Several of the militia To die with their family You will have to come down now Are you up there? You will have to come down now Thirty years so remained in the combat Family Come down now No We have a letter for you Come down No Do you want me to come up the ladder? Do you want me to climb up the ladder And maybe break my neck? Do you want me to do that? Do you want me to chase you around the ceiling And maybe fall down and break my neck? Do you? Do you want my blood on your hands? I will go Come down, son Come down If the rhetorical sense has been enough killing The future is full of hope I will change your fate I will bring you home I will go down the ladder My angel Maria pulls the last few from the ceiling The family of the Tutsi Because this is no time for good or bad That nothing is clearer than nothing Nothing is clearer than all of them Once there was a house around Bible is a book of glass Book of glass Through Judea Bible is a book of glass I will pray in Christ And I will know who my master is I came to see Having read it in your It's even missing teeth Moral for friends Who? Organizers, the big men They walk into shops and buy chocolate and costume They are exhausted by eating They are supported like costumes Given what was done We did nothing We know how to pray for things How to bury them We couldn't feel use But I'll leave May not Before, the RPF takes the capital 3rd July We evacuate We work We live You can put your hat back on This is a private matter Yeah You're quiet I am thinking about the goodness of the Blessed Mother You're born Does the airport have a gift show? No So The airport has a gift show You want a gift? What do you want? You will never see friends again Six more hours Yes It names us both The attention draws the international eye Belgium passes laws allowing for civilians A trial of my jury For those persons accused of universal crimes Regardless of nationality Or the origin of the action I read the paper I go to Belgium What is my one hope? I hope I make friends Fendancy exists only once You are in a big glass box I don't try to But these are not Strangely enough for Therese They are not as strange as family Therese does not know that they are cookies And cookies in the audience She does not yet understand The connectedness of the world Maria still loves us She still loves the older I watch her every day I am the empathy fairy The atrocity to come out My French is not very good Actually, neither is my German I was a busy woman Now I am a busy woman She dressed the black man Out of having none I had hair That hair cut That collar Gold shoe A long and a lonely Lonely uniform How far will you go, sir? How far is old John Michael? I do not have anything to add I thank you The lawyers have explained everything But since the beginning I say I have confidence in justice I have courage I would declare guilty This is the plan But I have confidence in justice They are caught as in agreement with the jury Condemned, visited in Tensimana To 12 years in prison I have forcibly gone new To 20 years Sister got through to 15 years And sister visited to 12 years The U.S. happens to pull NATO headquarters Out of Brussels if the Belgians do that To change the law For fear of being caught by it This is the only case in the history of the world To be tried quite this way Where a remote crime Is seen as having extreme local relevance Convergent at the point Of absolute human revulsion Revolution comes from swallowing From having within Limba Yes, that's good I like Limba, yes And she has Six years later, she is free Sentence counted as served at half Less than a year I do not remember smell Bant cinnamon My lips are fennel Oh God Oh God, this morning is so beautiful I am so obvious bad Where would she go? Where does she have and who will have her? She goes back to the convent Good and clean and quiet So live among the nuns again Yes, sister, sister What for you today? Ink, milk, matches and a can What will you do with a can? Can't stand up What will you do with a cup? Serve it to mother With a matches? Mother With an ink? Right this time I've done What I was told I have been told wrong And I've imagined it wrong I have straddled well Walked all by the dead I have failed Religion came in with the Germans The identity cards came in with the youth Too late and then too long In which our great work Was held in power In Uganda, we work together Piramu was an evil man who hated Tutsis My sister and he were hardly ever apart During the genocide They were always together in the ambulance Or at the monastery They had become almost Like man and wife One of the militiamen at the road Knocked me to the ground He pulled his club The militia then stripped me Completely naked One of them took me for his life He... If you can't stay Thank you so much for coming And head on out If you can't stay, hang out We're going to get rolling Because we need to clear the building by 5 o'clock I absolutely promise we need to spend More than 20 minutes together So we're starting to operate So if those of you who are here to be up at this end Can join me Will you join me? The cast has to... Please We'll introduce ourselves in just a second Do you want us to move closer? Yeah, you can come on down There's not a lot of us and we wouldn't be here very long No could insist that we'd be out of the building by 5 And so we could be cleaning up here like crazy And at 1.20 we're going to move out We're going to move out to the lobby To just do something together Probably so If you're willing to take that journey with us So why don't we introduce ourselves My name is Jerry Stropinski I'm a... We're already starting to begin story Around the country I live in I am a member of the Arts Fund Board And I... I did have an opportunity To travel to Rwanda By right there I can I'm going to go to the folks Who was there then Emily and I was traveling with Jeff Bechler Who was the designer of this And we spent the night in the soak And so I'll just say Before the other introductions That the first question comes up Always Is this stuff true? Did this happen? Did this occur? At this... We can spend it to ignore the answer to yes Yes And every little fact we hear in the play Is absolutely true And Eric doesn't tell the worst of the stories It is what occurred Did occur And so that's where this reflection Begins Introduce, please Hi, my name's Anne Brown I'm also a member of the Board of Arts Fund But the rest of my life I'm a health professional There could be words There could be ones that you love There could be ones that you hate For a variety of reasons There could be ones that you're struggling with Musical phrase Let's just hear them Just a couple of words I'll start For me, hi Do you want to briefly introduce yourself? Sure Just say your name Hi, I'm Sarah Hermione I live here in New York So we're going to start with that Popcording of images And you guys can provide that too And it's different each time But for me, today the image was As you guys are describing The people climbing the walls They're very gentle on those fingers Just the face So others Oh, hi Y'all look happy The white rice The white rice and the light bulb They could be mine Another A single one A single one And Sean Who composed all that And arranged all that Some of them are found songs It's here So Is there significance To the clapping away That movement That movement The clapping away is something He's confused with For me It has two meanings One is that it's quieter You know like this We want to overpower our voices And then it also feels Confusatory And one of them made her friends And that is she lied to us She lied to us She lied to us Other images Or moments You want to introduce me? Introduce myself? Hi Lauren, one of our cast members Oh Monica Hi Other images That people have And cast were pop-pointing Images of things that today Hang with you Just to change day to day What the rest of it is? It was still pretty strong Today for me it was the gate The locked gate Of the gate It does change pretty much But today Lauren Yesterday was the word in the end It has It still is For me That one I think I'm less taken out of the play From It's still that one Co-cartoon Down Okay I think we segue briefly to questions People have curious We're going to go outside People have Questions About Rwanda We have a Some extraordinary experience here All Our Ugandan actors have spent time In Rwanda as well And there are certainly Lifetime experts Questions What do we have these folks here? What do you think of the Absence of knowledge Of what we're calling Rwanda? The fact that we don't know about it? Yes Let me ask you Let's map this right here Just with short hands How many people here have read A book on the genocide? Just curious How many people have Saw the movie Hotel Rwanda? Your source How many people learned Between news reports? Can you remember Where you were When you heard of the genocide? In 1994 You were in elementary school And you were nine And where were you? I better remember where I left 20 years ago That's part of our Answer I was in Bloomsburg And I remember thinking Oh, not again And it wasn't until I got there That it became Real to me It's not one of those Actually, tonight, September 11 Came to be the image Of the plane falling out of the sky The first time So it didn't have the September Like I can tell you But it was a couple of years It was in 99 I think I was at the Oum Theatre Of film in Rwanda And she shared the film with us And that was my first bit So four or five years later I first saw something of what Let me lay your question Now With our African guests During Uganda We're in the next country over Where were you In response to what was Happening there Uganda was not without troubles I don't know Like To go back to the question The first question that you asked About the film on Rwanda I have my personal reservations About that particular film It has problems with lots of Projects And lots of factual projects Especially when you go to Rwanda But that's not the story I think for me as a person And I don't impose it on anyone The one film that I think is Closer to the Truth Is titled Sometimes in Everett And it's on YouTube But anyone can just go and watch it I think that movie Is a lot closer Far, far closer To the truth Back then That you asked How old were you Back then I wrote a bag A granny who was dealing In fish business Small fish business What I remember are so young But the cells went so so though Because people in Uganda Stop eating fish Because when people were killed in Rwanda They were thrown onto the legs And then dead bodies found themselves Across Uganda And so stories were hard Of human body parts Being found In the fish And so people Really really abandoned eating fish For like close to a year Because they were scared Of human hair found in the fish For Certain things And I remember pictures On television back then I could have been young Of seeing Human bodies Loating water And I think that's one experience That they carry And it affected me personally because This is why we were getting food At home and with the job What the income of the family was Of the same thing happened All in the neighboring East African countries In terms of not eating Fish or work Because so many bodies And food see had come From down the river It's a myth that it was the myth And put them in the river But the bodies in the river sent them home Was something that occurred So a million, well hundreds of thousands The genocide killed somewhere between 100,000 and a million Many were thrown into the rivers We, because they need to clean here I'm going to ask you to pick up your stuff And we'll reconvene in the lobby And continue this A few more minutes