So many people were afraid that I, as a reconciliation worker, was going to ask them to forgive other people. On most days, two or three people would come to my little office in Kigali and, between the tears, would tell me their stories. This happened on such a regular basis that I'd ask them, "Why are you coming to tell me this?"
Invariably the answer would be, "We don't trust anybody with a black face. You're a mzungu - you're a foreigner. We need to tell our story to someone."