Ashley Judd’s Journal from the Congo Day 1

Ashley Judd

You Go Global, Girl! Travels in Rwanda and Eastern Congo

By, Ashley Judd

Years ago there was an Oprah magazine in a seat back pocket on a flight and I flipped through it. Or maybe I bought it, the issue with Bono on the cover. Anyhow, there was a tear out card describing Women for Women International. I was so intrigued and I challenged my Feathered Piper yoga sisters each to sponsor a woman in a war torn country. This is Zainab Salbi’s program, founded in reaction to the rape camps during the war in Bosnia, and based on her own experiences growing up under a dictator (Saddam Hussein). Since then, I have given sponsorships to other special women in my life. Letters from my different sisters are always a delight, and I appreciate how Women for Women International includes a snapshot. Mary Ogeke in Nigeria, gathering kindling for boiling water, is my favorite. She wrote me a delightful twist an old favorite expression – she wished me “more grease for your elbow.” My husband and I are so charmed by her he often encourages me to tell our friends about Mary and I now whisper in his ear before the green flag of his races, “I wish you more grease for your elbow!!”

Quite wonderfully, a group of my sisters were graduating from a Rwanda program during my stay! I missed meeting them due to my canceled flight, but it was fantastic to meet Zainab in Rwanda and plan my visit to Goma in the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) to see her program there, where gender based violence is a daily occurrence.

I am traveling to the DRC to visit the PSI and Women for Women International. These PSI clinics specialize in family planning, maternal and child health, and the treatment and prevention of malaria. (We also do safe water and HIV prevention in this area of the DRC). I also hope to visit with women who are rape victims and have graduated from Women for Women International’s program. Rape is an epidemic here. It is an emergency. It is everywhere, on a massive scale. It is not altogether unreported in the western media, but it is grossly underreported. An ancient and common tool of warfare, this area’s female population has been hostage to gender based violence for decades.

What a shocking difference a few feet makes. On the Rwandan side of the crossing, the roads are tidy, neat, maintained. The earth is red and the wind blowing through the trees, the lapping of the shores of Lake Kivu, is serene. There is a sense of orderliness and even within the clear, abject poverty; I feel the purposeful attempt at self improvement, through agriculture and the tiny, colorful flower gardens.

Passing into the DRC…Oh my God.

Ashley Judd

After passing a few ramshackle villas at the border, Goma opens up as a relentless, vast dusty slum. There is rubble, garbage, filth, people covered in muck and grime, buildings that are nothing more than lean-to shanties. The earth is grey, drab, choking with dust, visibility limited by dust – the result of lava flow from a nearby volcano.

After spending a heartbreaking and inspiring day with the staff of PSI, I traveled to visit the Women for Women International office.

Women for Women International provides literacy, hygiene, nutritional, educational, and job skills. An NGO with programs in 8 conflict and post conflict countries, they pair, for $324 a year, a woman who can afford it with a woman who cannot. Less than a dollar a day and the money does so much!

In the midst of this ragged and doomed place is a walled courtyard filled with grass that is actually green, a garden that is actually tended, a building that is clean and proud. There were enough chairs for 20 (!) people to sit, and some tidy (if out of place looking, I always chuckle, wondering where the stuff come from) furniture.

I was greeted with joyous clapping, singing, and ululating, the great African vocalization. I ran to the throng and threw myself at them, dancing and exclaiming my hello in their native style. After some time discovering each other in this way, I was introduced as someone who sponsors in Women for Women International and who was there to hear their stories and to take their stories to America.

We sat for hours, each woman taking her turn to stand before her sisters and me, sharing her life story. They were each so incredibly beautiful! The eyes, the cheekbones, the lips! They wore traditional, colorful dress and I so want to learn to wrap a turban like that! They were all reached by a Women for Women International recruiter about the same time and have been in the program one year.

This is what those 4 ½ hours sounded like to me:

I am an orphan My husband was killed My 3 sons were killed I could not read I could not write I could not count I lived like an animal I have 13 children I have 10 children I am a widow I am a refugee I am an internally displaced person I fled with nothing, not even a cup I did not know how to feed myself I was half mad I was crazy I was a cadaver I was a corpse People in the street were afraid of me I begged I scavenged in the dump I treated my children like animals My husband went to other women My husband’s people pushed my from our home when he died I was run off the land I was cheated because I did not know how to sign my name My children died I have taken in orphans I knew nothing I was filthy I smelled bad I came to this area to escape violence I carried loads with my body to earn money for food I walked everywhere with my hoe to see if people needed my services if they did not I starved I had no where to go I was dead I had no idea how not to have more children I was in a constant panic I lived in terror I could not cope with stress I abused everyone around I was in a rage The psychological trauma was so great I was abandoned I neglected myself

And then, the transfiguration:

I am the happiest woman in the world – I am so blessed – I know my rights – Women have rights – I learned to read – I learned to write – I can assess the value of my small goods to ask a fair price for them – I received a small loan to buy fabric – I sew now to earn a decent living – I can calculate my profit so I can manage my finances – I save a bit and I use my capital to expand my business – I learned about nutrition – I know how to eat -Vegetables are important – I know where to get them – Look at me I am clean! – I use soap – I use lotion – My children eat 3 meals a day – My husband and I are partners now I have rights in the household – I have a voice – I keep my pamphlet which describes my rights in my pocket, it is with me at all times – I was able to save enough to buy a small plot of land – I have my own home – I built my home – I am saving for my home – I was able to get back two plots of my dead husband’s land and I sold them for a profit – My soul opened up – A new woman was born inside of me – I use the money Women for Women International gave me to pay the fees for my daughter to go to school – In my culture no girl ever went to school but mine do now – The woman who recruited me would not recognize me today – I thank God – I space my births by at least 3 years – I am at peace – I am empowered – I live a respectable life – I have dignity – I have worth – I harassed all the governors so much, they were sick of seeing me, they would not give me back my land, but eventually they did – I joined another women’s rights group and they elected me their leader

Their stories are unbelievable, each woman a Congolese Lazarus, nothing short of an absolute and total miracle. As we listened, the group made clucking and groaning noises of recognition, and would burst into applause at a particularly heightened expression of empowerment. When the entire group finished, we talked in more detail about sexual exploitation, rape, HIV, malaria, and unsafe water. Each woman had personally had malaria, yet strangely, not a single one slept under a net last night. Half had babies die from it. Most “knew” (perhaps they spoke of themselves) someone who had been raped. A few knew her HIV status, and again, strangely, only one was using modern birth control.


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10 responses to “Ashley Judd’s Journal from the Congo Day 1

  1. My ‘sister’ is in Rwanda – how very much I appreciate hearing any eye-witness accounts of their growth and success and overcoming of horrendous circumstances. One day I too hope to be able to travel and see WFWI’s wonderous work first hand, until then this blog is a joy to behold. What a Goddess our Zainab is!
    Tala

  2. Thank you, Ashley. You captured their plight so perfectly with the use of their own words, and made the world even smaller as once again, I saw myself in my sisters.

  3. Be strong! and Hope!

  4. We, Russians, love and respect all nations. And feel great sympathy for those who suffered a lot, because we know it all by our own experience. So many local wars and military conflicts took place on the territory of the former Soviet Union after it had split out. A lot of people lost their homes and relatives, became refugees, and really starved. But we could overcome and survive! Come and see us http://womaninrussia.com/ Let’s love and respect each other, and live in peace!

  5. Kim

    Thank you, Ms. Judd, for your detailed and vivid account of your experiences in the DRC. I support 2 WWI sisters (one in DRC and one in Afghanistan) and am always anxious to hear more details about their lives and their present circustances. I am hopeful that one day I’ll be able to travel to their home countries to meet them and share in their accomplishments in person. Until then, being able to read personal accounts such as yours are immensely valuable to me and I thank you for taking the time to share your stories.

    Regards,
    Kim

  6. I am so excited to be a part of this wonderful organisation. I have yet to receive my sisters name but I am so looking forward to meeting her!

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  8. Oh my! What a wonderful entry! I’ve just come across Women for Women and it takes my breath away! Please consider visiting http://www.heart4kids.org we are a 501c3 trying to make a difference on a much smaller scale…giving amazing aid to Zimbabwe. I am the newly named Ambassador to the Dominican Republic – my home. Please, any help would be greatly appreciated! Thank you for caring and for your work!

  9. Hi! I was surfing and found your blog post… nice! I love your blog. 🙂 Cheers! Sandra. R.

  10. Thank you Ashley,I did nt know you went to Congo until I heard your mom saying it on Oprah! God bless you for taking actions in helping end this pandemic of women rape.

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