However, every so often a situation occurs that shakes one's soul to the core and you wonder if in fact, people that have suffered and lived through hell will ever realize their hope and see justice and freedom from suffering. Such a situation happened a week ago. I received a text message from the father of a family whose children we sponsor through our organization ( I am also very close friends with the family). Just to give you all a little background on the family:
The family came from DR Congo just over a year ago. The father was caught by rebels and severely tortured, they cut off the fingers on his right hand, and cut his chest with knives leaving deep scars. The rebels burnt down the family's home with the mom and children inside, thankfully they escaped, but the youngest child suffered burns to the lower half of her body (she still carries the scars). One of their children was killed by the rebels, and two others were lost in the chaos when the mother and her children were fleeing the home trying to escape. The father was separated from the family for some time and did not even know if they were still alive. He eventually found his way to Uganda and ended up in a refugee camp, where, on a list of names of people living in the camp he found the name of his wife and two of the children. This is the shortened version of the story. Back to the text.....
In the text the father told me that his youngest daughter (only 4yrs old) had been raped that Friday afternoon. I didn't know how to respond to this news. A picture of this sweet, innocent, little girl's face could not escape my mind. Who could ever do something so horrible? I have never felt such deep inner sorrow, and anger as I did that day. I don't agree with the death penalty, but for such cases I might be persuaded to change my mind even though I know it would not reduce the suffering of the family. That might be the anger talking. I've always considered this family as a model or inspiration for my own life. It is evident that the family loves each other, the parents are faithful to each other, they work very hard, and they see the importance of education for their children as a way out of poverty. After all they've been through in their lives already, why do they now have to suffer through this? Haven't they been through enough? When will they see justice? I am not speaking about legal justice here, although that too would be welcomed, but rather I am speaking about justice as freedom from suffering. I became even more angry when I learned that the family had to pay to file a police report, as well as paying for the perpetrator to have an HIV test! The victims have to pay! Without the assistance of others many families in the slum wouldn't have the money to pay for this, and thus they wouldn't be able to pursue the legal process (not that the legal process will bring healing or even justice for that matter). Perhaps this is why there is so much vigilante justice here, people don't have the means or confidence to go through the legal process.I've heard people say that those who suffer in this life will find justice in the next. However, this answer is inadequate to me because it reduces the human existence into one of suffering and injustice, and surely there must be more to human existence than that. Although this is not a new question for the universe, I do wonder why injustice seems to plague certain people or groups of people continually throughout their lives, many of whom hold a deep faith in a just god. I suppose the answer is that the world as a whole is unjust, and the fact that people such as myself have suffered very little if at all in my life, while others continually suffer through a living hell is a signal of that injustice.
So as the family is consumed with this new tragedy in their lives, here I sit pondering why injustice and suffering continue to plague this family and others like them. If I think about it, it is even a luxury to do so, and perhaps that too is not just.
I realize I could drive myself crazy contemplating the reasons for injustice. In fact, such pursuits could even paralyze and distract from the pursuit of justice itself. As I stated earlier, when I first heard this horrible news I was very saddened and angered. It has taken me a few days to realize this, but I was letting my anger consume me. Instead, I must focus on offering my love and support to the family as they go through this tragedy. I must continue to hope for justice while also actively doing my part in bringing that closer to reality. I am also amazed at the strength of the family. I have not heard them speak one ill word about the perpetrator. When the perpetrator was marched in front of us at the police station the father did not lash out physically or even verbally. I do not know how he was able to hold back his anger, but to his credit he did. Through all of this the family continues to hope, they continue to press onward. They are an inspiration. Nothing can undo the injustice and suffering they've endured, but I have to hope as they hope, that their suffering, and the injustices committed against them will end in this lifetime and not only the next.
hoping for a future of justice and freedom from suffering...