Come Sunday Page #4

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You said it yourself.

She's late more than half the time.

I can't fire people

'cause you don't like 'em.

She's a single mom.

She's late because she's juggling a lot.

And chasing me around with my stupid hats?

You left it on stage.

You left another one in the parking lot.

Was that last week?

- I hate those hats.

- Then don't wear them, Gina.

What're we talking about?

Hello?

Ma?

Yeah, Ma, slow down.

What happened?

What?

What happened?

My Uncle Quincy hung himself.

Yeah...

Yeah, okay.

In some ways, Quincy raised us.

Helped me raise money to go to college.

Some from this church.

I sometimes wondered where the rest

of the money came from.

We all know he had his schemes.

But he was always making people laugh.

He'd always say,

"Remember who you get your charm from."

He never found God.

He never found God.

But I pray for him.

I pray for his soul.

It was good, what you said about Quincy.

He would have appreciated it.

I didn't realize how many stories I had.

I almost told the one about the time

he took me and Elector to the track.

At the man's memorial?

It's one of my favorites, Ma.

Ooh, I was so mad at him for that.

I never screamed so much in my life,

that horse came in.

Then I had to come back

and tell you what I'd won.

Elector knew how to keep a secret

better than you did.

You were all,

"God sees everything."

Mm-hmm.

- You told me I wasn't going to heaven.

- You were gambling.

I was six years old, Ma.

- You scared me half to death.

- Well, it worked.

- You know I went to visit him, right?

- Yeah.

He told me.

Said he was happy to see you.

He wanted me to write him a letter.

He tell you?

No, what letter?

For the Prison Board.

Vouching for him, I guess.

He said he messed up

and they were gonna revoke his parole,

but if I... if I wrote this letter,

they'd let him out.

I said no.

Why?

Letter wasn't the point.

He called me down there

to get him saved, but he wasn't ready.

I told him I'd come back and he...

He just needed more time.

More time?

He was 70 years old.

They've survived the war

and traveled hundreds of miles

to get here.

It's a scene that typifies

the Western response

to the Rwanda crises.

Few people with few resources,

o verwhelmed by millions.

The UN puts the death toll

of this genocide at 800,000,

almost half of them children.

And doctors fear that

if the situation doesn't quickly improve,

many thousands more will die here

in the coming weeks.

As one medic we spoke to said,

"Either there's hope, or there's nothing."

We've asked the medics...

Oh, Lord. Help me.

God... why?

I don't understand.

God...

Oh, my...

God, I don't know...

But I still believe. I do.

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