Stories Of Rape, Abuse Uncovered In 'Ruined'

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The Democratic Republic of Congo has for years been fraught with devastating economic and political crises, often resulting in violent conflict. Among the countless victims of the violence are the women, many of whom have been raped and sexually abused. A new play, Ruined, tells their story on stage.

Playwright Lynn Nottage and Saidah Arrika Ekulona", who plays Mama Nadi in the play, discuss the message behind the production.

Excerpt: 'Ruined'

By Lynn Nottage

'Ruined'
Goodman Theatre

Act II, Scene 2

SALIMA: Do you know what I was doing on that morning? I was working in our garden picking the last of the sweet tomatoes.

I put Beatrice down in the shade of a Frangipani tree, because my back was giving me some trouble.

Forgiven?

Where was Fortune? He was in town fetching a new iron pot.

"Go," I said "Go, today man or you won't have dinner tonight!"

I had been after him for a new pot for a month. And finally on that day the damn man had to go and get it. A new pot.

The sun was about to crest, but I had to put in another hour before it got too hot. It was such a clear and open sky. This splendid bird, a peacock had come into the garden to taunt me, and was showing off its feathers. I stooped down and called to the bird.

"Wssht, Wssht."

And I felt a shadow cut across my back, and when I stood four men were there over me, smiling, wicked school boy smiles.

"Yes?" I said.

And the tall soldier slammed the butt of his gun into my cheek. Just like that. It was so quick, I didn't even know I'd fallen to the ground.

Where did they come from? How could I not have heard them? One of the soldiers held me down with his foot. He was so heavy, thick like an ox and his boot was cracked and weathered like it had been left out in the rain for weeks. His boot was pressing my chest and the cracks in the leather had the look of drying sorghum. His foot was so heavy and it was all I could see, as the others..."took" me.

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