The Genocide Men Walk Free

Thirteen years after hundreds of thousands of Tutsis were slaughtered, the Rwandan genocide is back in the news.

Rwanda releases 8,000 genocide prisoners, shouts Reuters. Similar headlines occur in the Los Angeles Times, The Australian, JURIST and on the BBC website. Rwanda’s wounds are still deep. 800,000 Tutsis were killed. Like September 11, it is the sort of event that will stay with the country long after my generation has died.

The prisons in Rwanda are overflowing. Some of the inmates have been convicted of crimes, while others are awaiting trial. Those released are, according to Rwanda’s Chief Prosecutor, are not the key masterminds of the genocide. It is important to understand that many of the men who killed thousands of Tutsis did so through fear; fear of being killed themselves by the Hutu extremists. Yet the fact remains that they did kill a great many human beings.

I guess it all boils down to two humane qualities: forgiveness and remorse. The Tutsis can only begin to consider forgiveness once the Hutus show some remorse. While the world is still in shock about what happened, no big, bold gesture of sorrow has been made. Tutsi men, women and child who somehow escaped being killed by their fellow Hutu villagers, their former neighbours, their old colleagues, -- they have to live out the rest of their lives in the knowledge that most (if not all) of their relatives were killed by people who intended to kill them as well.

Forgiveness is a long way away at the present time as the Tutsis still live in fear. Hundreds of the 60,000 genocide suspects who have already been released have been re-arrested for trying to reignite the slaughter or trying to destroy evidence linking them to the genocide. Pressure groups claim many of the people released still harbour a genocide ideology. This is probably true. The way I imagine it, once you have killed one person, you feel guilt. As you go one to kill more and more human beings, this guilt cannot be multiplied because you already harbour evil in your soul. Evil is already a part of you and has already consumed you. You are no longer human. The ideology is not only part of your mind, but also part of your existence. As the guilt cannot multiply, the horror can. To kill one person is inhumane. But to kill more is utterly inhumane, regardless of what transcendentalist theory says.

Angela Winters, a black moderate blogger, points out the obvious underlying fact: “If there is any excuse to keep someone in prison it is participation in the killing of over 800, 000 people.” Those who survived against all the odds still need our help. Thirteen years after they watched their loved ones perish at the hands of savages, they still need our help. We can begin by remembering.

Yours, wherever you may be,
Daniel C. Wright

A Correction Regarding The Post "Genocide: Fergal Keane's Account"

My instinct that Fergal Keane was, in the chapter 'Limits' shielding his reader from the true horrors of the 1994 Rwandan genocide have been proved correct, for in the following chapter 'Valentina', his descriptions are far more shocking.

He describes in thorough detail the events in the (predominantly Hutu) town of Nyarubuye, where a corrupt leader (Mr. Gacumbitsi) promises the Tutsis protection if they gather in the church, before ordering the slaughter. Horrifying. But two factors make this an effective piece of writing.

Firstly, this particular narrative is personalised through familiarisation with a girl called Valentina. Suddenly the people being massacred in the church have names, relations, souls. I shall spare the gory details.

Secondly, the truly shocking parts are told to us in quotation marks by Valentina. They are presented as her words. She is eight years old, with her head hacked open as she has to live among the rotting corpses of the church for four weeks. If she leaves, Gacumbitsi will slaughter her, she being the only Tutsi to survive in the Nyarubuye church massacre. Believe me, I have spared you the gory details.

Half way through the chapter, Keane goes through a transformation from journalist to philanthropist. He is deeply moved by the state he finds Valentina in. She is couped up in a makeshift clinic, her hand bandaged where she no longer has fingers, and something else I cannot bring myself to describe. He is deeply saddened. he wouldn't be human if he wasn't angry by what he saw.

But he gives her no chance. She will die. There aren't the treatments there in rural Rwanda to save her. She will die.

Two and a half years later, Keane is back in Rwanda, and he heads straight for Nyarubuye. The miracle of miracles has happened -- Valentina was taken to the capital where a foreign doctor carried out the procedure to save her life. By the end of the day, he has met up with her again. By the time he has to leave, she is sad to see him leave. He says he will stay in contact, and he does. He still keeps in touch with Valentina, who by now is a beautiful young women, with high hopes of becoming a doctor herself.

If every foreign journalist who had covered war zones kept in touch with every injured women or child they came across, they would have more friends than anyone else in the world. it is a fact that John Simpson, probably the most experienced and most travelled of any BBC hack ever, has tried to not get 'involved' with the stories he covers, but he still has friends scattered across the face of the Earth. Fergal Keane's pleasure in seeing Valentina go from being needy survivor to aspiring doctor emphasises no reasonable man's occupation can ever get the better of him. Humanity always comes before work.

Yours, wherever you may be,
Daniel C. Wright