I lived in Rwanda for 2.5 years, and got a small taste of what it is like to be in the racial minority. The larger lesson for me was that we humans can define “other” in many ways, not simply the color of our skin, and even more importantly, we CAN recover from horrible hate inspired tragedy through forgiveness and unbelievable strength of character.
In Rwanda they were all black.
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