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genocide
in rwanda
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"Power
largely
consists in the ability to make others inhabit your story of their reality,
even if you have to kill a lot of them to make that happen." Philip
Gourevitch |
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Foreign
invaders, Bloodthirsty parasites, who prefer exploitation to honest labor. An elite minority, enjoying influence out of all proportion to their numbers— ferreting their way into the highest-paying jobs, monopolizing the banking system, the educational system, even the very government to ensure the soft life for themselves and their kin. Scheming, shrewd and crafty. Without scruples. Without conscience. Fearsome, loathsome, cunning as a cockroach. Intent on the destruction of every hard-working member of the native people to whom the country rightfully belongs.
If they were in your country, wouldn't you want to be warned? Wouldn't you read the newspaper each morning, wouldn't you keep all the radios on?
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| Listen to the radio, pick up a newspaper, go out onto the street and listen to the word. It's 1962, or it could be 1973, or 1983, or then again perhaps it's 1991. Ethnic hatred has lived in Rwanda all those years, since the Belgians conflated the country's agricultural class division with the ethnic duality to create a familiar European system of serfs and rulers. After elevating the Tutsi to superior status, the Belgians saw the change in the wind, felt their own slim power slipping, recognized the danger of alienating an increasingly politicized 5-to-1 majority on their own home soil. Before granting independence in 1962, the Belgians committed a reversal of loyalties. All those things they'd said about Tutsis—far too noble to be native, clearly born to command—those things were still true, in the logic of the new Rwanda. They just weren't admirable anymore. To be a native, to have roots in the soil, to dig hands into that rich heritage: this was true nobility. This was the Hutu race, so long oppressed. And this value inversion set the population suddenly, dangerously out of balance: a Hutu majority taught to perceive their neighbors as aliens, as privileged overlords, now channeled their strength through the moral upper hand. Employment quotas. Forced exile. Exclusion from political participation. After thirty years of such discrimination, it would be tricky to maintain the fiction that the Tutsi had a death-grip on the power and the resources within Rwanda. Smoke without fire—but it can be done. |
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