Surviving Bery: A Girlhood Trauma

Bernhard ‘Bery’ Glaser, was a German national who illegally operated ‘Bery’s Place’ in Kalangala, on Bugala island in Lake Victoria, Uganda for more than 10 years despite persistent rumors of abuse. Glaser was first arrested in December 2013 on charges relating to child abuse, but he was acquitted due to lack of evidence. Despite this initial arrest he continued to operate a home for girls and young women, where he was responsible for their care and welfare. He was arrested again in February 2019, this time facing 19 counts of aggravated defilement, child trafficking, and operation of an illegal children’s home, and it was during this second trial that he died of cancer in May 2020. 

He maintained his innocence throughout the court proceedings, despite a litany of evidence against him, and many people observed that throughout his life and trial he seemed to have been granted indulgences that a similarly accused local defendant would not have dreamed of. Survivors have testified that they were groomed by him and were abused throughout their time in his care while being threatened with homelessness and public humiliation if they spoke to anybody about their plight. In spite of a growing chorus of concern about the actions of his organization, the surrounding community hailed him as a hero for his work. Rumors fell on deaf ears as community leaders closed ranks to protect him. 

I spent time with around fifteen of his victims as they pursued legal action against him. From a shelter run by children’s rights advocate Namusoke Asia Mbajja, these strong young women pursued justice despite attacks from the Ugandan media which vilified them, questioned their integrity, and painted Glaser as a victim rather than a pedophile. While there is no suggestion of any intervention in the legal processes of either of his trials, justice does not seem to have been swiftly pursued on behalf of his victims, and both the press and the state often instinctively believe Glaser over his victims.

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Do you ever feel like you’re suffocating under layers and layers of debris and your body feels numbed by the minute, feeling every inch of you being overpowered and your whole system slowly shutting down in a never-ending loop with sharp daggers constantly poking at your soul? That’s how I have felt every day for the last 12 years of my life. I have a lot of hatred for that man and those that share his skin. I was 7 when I was taken to his house. The world will never know how many times I tried to end my life… to end it all so I don’t have to ever remember what he did to me. Education cost me my innocence and my life altogether. Because if it wasn’t about schooling, then I won’t have ended up at that house.”  Farida*, 19, fails to contain her tears each time she narrates her story to me amidst reminding herself that she needs to do this in hopes of saving other girls by reminding them to speak up.

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“I have struggled alot with identifying what I feel, how I feel and why I feel these feelings and overwhelming emotions. Does blaming one for the horrible things they did to you ever reduce the pain? Does it ever heal the wounds? Does it give you any answers as to why they did what they did and particularly why they chose you? These questions drive me crazy every single day and i don't even know if I will ever get the answers to them because even the adults don't seem to have it figured out!” Cathy* 17 was one of the very first children brought to Bery’s Place when it was just starting up. She was there for 11 years and she struggles to remember details of her life before that.

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“I'm angry at the world. Adults are meant to protect us but i don't understand why they hurt us instead. Beth* 14, has lived at Bery’s since she was 4 years old.

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“The lake reminds me of love. It mothered me whenever I was sad and didn’t have anyone to turn too. The water was always there to listen to my cries and together with the wind, they carried my deepest secrets.” Eliona* 18 sits by the port where boats, the only regular means of transport to her home on Kalangala Island, can be found loading and unloading.

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“I was among those who opened the first case in 2013. It was two of us who went to the same school. We talked to a volunteer at the house who took us from school and helped us open up the case. When they arrested Bery, he threatened all the other girls to turn against us and say we were lying and proceeded to bribe his way out until the case was dismissed with no further investigation. We became the outcasts, and everyone hated us. We never went back and fortunately, we had sponsors, so we are still able to study.” Eve* Now 19 was brought to Bery’s by an agent, who roamed the villages looking for ‘girls to be helped by a white rich man’. She was living at her aunt's place after her parents died and was 8 years old when started living with Bery.

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Mercy* 17 brought me these flowers as we were winding up the day's shoot with the biggest smile. It truly made me hopeful for them.

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“He made me a leader in the house and my main job was to make sure that we follow the schedule of who gets to spend the night in his bed, make sure that he gets his cancer medication in time and daily massages. I was 16 then. It was very uncomfortable and if we didn’t do what he wanted, he starved us. To this day, I still feel dirty like the kind of dirty that can’t be washed away no matter how many times I bathe. Lillian* 22, recently graduated from university and helped run the shelter where the girls stayed hoping and fighting for justice that unfortunately never came. At the same time being at the centre  means enduring threats and nightmares from the ‘Justice for Bery’ supporters who accuse her and others first  of ‘throwing a sick innocent man in jail’ and later for ‘killing him’.

© DeLovie Kwagala - Blessing* 8 comforts the youngest survivor, Immy* 7 at the lily of the valley shelter.
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Blessing* 8 comforts the youngest survivor, Immy* 7 at the lily of the valley shelter.

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“Being here again, together in this shelter is like being back at Bery’s but the better version of how things were supposed to be. Imagining the good somehow comforts me and eases my pain but having my sisters around me 24/7 gives me a much bigger hope to heal. I don’t know how I’m going to cope when this home is no more. I have recently started to feel good and comfortable having people around me and at the same time happy. It's been a long process but all together worth it and sometimes, I simply don't know how to feel”. Cathy* 17 was one of the very first children brought to the Bery’s place when it was just starting up. She was there for 11 years and she struggles to remember details of her life before that.

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I feel like a grown up wearing this dress. He might have taken advanta“ge of my situation and took my innocence but l like to find small things that make me happy. This dress brings me a lot of joy and it's a gift” Beth* 14, has lived at Bery’s from when she was 4 years old.

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“I have had a truly tough life. My mum left home and went to work as a fisherwoman on another island when I was very young. My father remarried and my stepmother used to starve me so my father gave me to a relative whose husband was a drunkard and that's where I was first raped.After my aunt separated from that man, she couldn't take me with her so I was handed off to another relative. I was often left home alone and a neighbor also started raping me. No one really cared. I was called spoiled when I confided in my relative about it. Then someone suggested going to a white man's home to her, she couldn't be happier to get rid of me. So when Bery also started molesting me, I believed I was destined for this life. I spent a lot of my time seeking for a small window of hope but even I knew deeply that no one was coming for my rescue because no one believed me anyway. So, I stayed and endured but the pain is too much to carry around my chest sometimes”  Lillian* 22, recently graduated from university and helped run the shelter where the girls stayed hoping and fighting for justice that unfortunately never came. At the same time being at the centre  means enduring threats and nightmares from the ‘Justice for Bery’ supporters who accused her and others first of ‘throwing a sick innocent man in jail’ and later for ‘killing him’.

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“All of us ‘older’ girls from age 8 had birth control implants, ‘protecting us from getting pregnant from boys’ and these were often inserted in our vaginas in the bathroom or his bedroom by Bery himself. He insisted it was a necessity and assured us this was normal as he was a medical doctor. He also ran a clinic by the home with help of some volunteers from abroad who came and went. One morning I woke up and my sister was gone, no goodbye, nothing. Got to find out later that she too was being raped by Bery and that she couldn't take it any longer but couldn't say anything about it. She was 16 by then and  had been living at Bery’s for 4 years .and She went off to work away from “home” where Bery couldn't threaten her anymore.” Mercy* Now 17 was brought to Bery’s place following her older sister through a man who told her mum that Bery could provide a better life for both girls.

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