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2022 is truly the year of science fiction, and no prisoners are being taken in every studio. So far, we have had futuristic technology in The Matrix and Raised by Wolves, and there is more to come in this glorious year. We were Tomorrow is yet another promising addition to the science fiction archives. Still, unlike most of its shelf mates, it focuses on the human element of salvation and second chances. Sometimes, it even deals with second chances to create a puzzle for audiences who love to see what kind of people they would become in an apocalypse.
Fordham College at Lincoln Center graduates Maggie Franzeb, Sarah Hickey, and Francesca Seeman reminisced about how they became friends as they waited to walk across the stage. Franzeb, a native of Rumsen, New Jersey, and Hickey, who is from Bay Shore, New York, met during the pandemic, when they both were taking on online class called The Philosophy of Kant.
For Fordham College at Rose Hill graduates Steven Ruggiero and Alexander Di Fiore, their favorite memories of Fordham were this last year, which resembled a semblance of normalcy after two pandemic-filled school years.
At the workshop on Integrating Gender into Historical Research that History PhD students at LSE invited me to join earlier this year, this was a dilemma for diplomatic historians approaching gender for the first time, especially those researching periods when diplomatic services were closed to women: what do you do when all the individuals in your sources are male?
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Client : Mad Lane Productions via OZPIX Entertainment Brief : Concept Poster art for We were tomorrow, a 6 x 1hr sci-fi television series. The project was created and written by Madeleine Kennedy, and is being developed by Mad Lane Productions, OZPIX Entertainment and EMMY Nominated/PGA Winning Producer Livia Hanich.....this then somhow blended into a chinese feature film varient along the same or similar storylines.
IN THE PROVINCE of Kibungo, in eastern Rwanda, in the swamp- and pastureland near the Tanzanian border, there's a rocky hill called Nyarubuye with a church where many Tutsis were slaughtered in mid-April of 1994. A year after the killing I went to Nyurabuye with two Canadian military officers. We flew in a United Nations helicopter, traveling low over the hills in the morning mists, with the banana trees like green starbursts dense over the slopes. The uncut grass blew back as we dropped into the center of the parish schoolyard. A lone solider materialized with his Kalashnikov, and shook our hands with stiff, shy formality. The Canadians presented the paperwork for our visit, and I stepped up into the open doorway of a classroom.
The dead looked like pictures of the dead. They did not smell. They did not buzz with flies. They had been killed thirteen months earlier, and they hadn't been moved. Skin stuck here and there over the bones, many of which lay scattered away from the bodies, dismembered by the killers, or by scavengers--birds, clogs, bugs. The more complete figures looked a lot like people, which they were once. A woman in a cloth wrap printed with flowers lay near the door. Her fleshless hip bones were high and her legs slightly spread, and a child's skeleton extended between them. Her torso was hollowed out. Her ribs and spinal column poked through the rotting cloth. Her head was tipped back and her mouth was open: a strange image--half agony, half repose.
I had never been among the dead before. What to do? Look? Yes. I wanted to see them, I suppose; I had come to see them--the dead had been left unburied at Nyarubuye for memorial purposes--and there they were, so intimately exposed. I didn't need to see them. I already knew, and believed, what had happened in Rwanda. Yet looking at the buildings and the bodies, and hearing the silence of the place, with the grand Italianate basilica standing there deserted, and beds of exquisite, decadent, death-fertilized flowers blooming over the corpses, it was still strangely unimaginable. I mean one still had to imagine it.
Those dead Rwandans will be with me forever, I expect. That was why I had felt compelled to come to Nyarubuye: to be stuck with them--not with their experience, but with the experience of looking at them. They had been killed there, and they were dead there. What else could you really see at first? The Bible bloated with rain lying on top of one corpse or, littered about, the little woven wreaths of thatch which Rwandan women wear as crowns to balance the enormous loads they carry on their heads, and the water gourds, and the Converse tennis sneaker stuck somehow in a pelvis.
The soldier with the Kalashnikov--Sergeant Francis of the Rwandese Patriotic Army, a Tutsi whose parents had fled to Uganda with him when he was a boy, after similar but less extensive massacres in the early 1960s, and who had fought his way home in 1994 and found it like this--said that the dead in this room were mostly women who had been raped before being murdered. Sergeant Francis had high, rolling girlish hips, and he walked and stood with his butt stuck out behind him, an oddly purposeful posture, tipped forward, driven. He was, at once, candid and briskly official. His English had the punctilious clip of military drill, and after he told me what I was looking at I looked instead at my feet. The rusty head of a hatchet lay beside them in the dirt. 041b061a72