On October 6th, New Yorkers galvanized to stand up for Congo Women. Wooed and compelled by our humanity we pleaded with each other to continue to fight to end systematic rape as a weapon of war in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
Paradoxically, on October 29th, Sandy, confronted New York with an unprecedented irreverence.
Sandy raped, pillaged and plundered.
Mockery dripped like a dysfunctional faucet in the face of Federal, State and Local government officials as each scurried to return traumatized New Yorkers to some semblance of normalcy.
Power, heat and hot water, simple amenities that are often taken for granted, continue to elude, as misery bares down like double barreled guns.
Some say, Sandy is New York’s Katrina.
Perhaps, Sandy is New York’s Congo.
The sustained dismantling, disturbance and disruption of the innocent and helpless compounded by a Nor’easter just one week after Sandy’s visit still jeers.
But rapists are cowards, whether they are from the Congo or from New York, though they may come in different forms as is the case of Super-storm Sandy or in the form of fellow human beings who have abandoned their humanity.
Hope Reigns.
And just as New Yorkers banded together on October 6th to stand up for Congo Women, we now stand together on the rubble of our lives with a fierce determination to rebuild, as we laugh at the days to come.










