The guilt we live with from the miserable safety of exile – Mondoweiss

A few days before the genocide began, I had a visa to enter the UK. I was happy and beyond excited, as I was planning on going to London to represent Mondoweiss and talk about the stories I tell. I was excited to meet some of my readers and to engage with the audience that follows my stories. I felt secure in the idea that I would briefly leave behind my wife and son, as well as my elderly mother, in our large family. They were surrounded by family and loved ones, and I wouldn’t be…