I don't cry a lot. I cried when Yitzhak Rabin was murdered. I cried again when my grandfather, my mother and grandmother died. And I cried a million times, seeing Hotel Rwanda. This movie shows us what happens if we let hate control our minds. It is about Hutu's and Tutsi's in Rwanda. But it is also about all the hatred in all places, at all times. And about the fear of the innocents that is a result of it. And it is about a world not willing to stop violence as long as it does not affect our oil-supplies; our trade-routes; people of our believes or color; our own interests. The movie does not really show all horrific things people do to one another, but it shows us enough to have a good picture of it in our minds. Fortunately it is also about the bravery in many of us, the kindness in our hearts that very understandable only survives if we take care of ourselves first, but leaves room for others. So much we can ask from each other. Help yourself, but never forget the others. For the others are you as well. It is in Rwanda where a piece of me and you has died. But is also in Rwanda where we can realize again that we come from the same and we will return to the same. For we are the same.
Review of Hotel Rwanda
