Ruined.

It's a play i saw two weeks ago at the Intiman Theater in Seattle. ( www.intiman.org/2010Season/ruined/default.aspx). Written by Lynn Nottage and directed by Kate Whoriskey, this play is set in war-torn Democratic Republic of Congo. It is a story ultimately about love: the futility and the power of love in the face of systemic violence. It is a story about women: this war is fought on the bodies of women, one line describes. It was spoken by a woman brutally victimized by soldiers but sought refuge at a whorehouse. Yes, refuge as a prostitute. My heart was immediately ripped out.

Before we settled into our seats in the theater, I grabbed a flyer for Run For Congo Women (www.intiman.org/2010Season/ruined/runwalk.aspx), a fundraiser that supports Women for Women International and their work in the Congo. This is incredible work that i wholeheartedly support--Will you join me on October 16th?

But i have to say, that while i was watching a scene depicting soldiers about to rape a woman in order to get information from her, i thought cynically, "And my response to this is to go for a run around Green Lake?!?! Are you kidding me??" While in my emotional response, i did not (and never do) feel like my response to this gross injustice and oppression is even close to adequate or reasonable or appropriate. i feel like my actions are almost vulgar in my privilege and limited action.

But what helps me continue to move forward with hope is to know that i am not the only one. i am part of a much larger, much more powerful response that requires my participation, my trust, and my humility. i am not the only one responsible and i am one of many who respond. Loudly. Together.

Join me.