Peace to Liberia
If one film could show the power that a group of concerned mothers, sisters, strong beautiful women could do, this film would be it. Watching the film from the beginning and seeing the death, destruction and blood is heartbreaking. I found myself watching this film thinking, would I be brave enough? How could my heart survive watching such atrocities, how am I surviving watching them on the screen? What if these people were my family members? In fact, they are. Just because I was born of my mother, who is a single person, I am related to all human beings. All human beings are my family, the warlords in the film, the victims. We are all family and yet this violence is possible for us to commit... If it seems to me to be so unfathomable that I would be capable of committing such atrocities, how is it possible for another person to?