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An Ordinary ManI told my new hosts that I and my family wanted either to be driven to the Ugandan border or flown to Belgium. What I got in reply was a wishy-washy response, that classic Rwandan no of which I was thoroughly sick: БЂњWe will look into it for you, Mr. Manager.БЂ« Nothing happened, of course. Day followed day. All we could do was eat more purloined bananas and wait for the war to be over, or to be killed ourselves. Meanwhile, one of the largest mass migrations of people in African history was under way. The government of France had been in continual and friendly contact with its allies at the top of the Hutu government and was growing increasingly alarmed at the likelihood of their neocolony falling to English-speaking rebels. In mid-June, just as my hotel was being evacuated, the French announced plans to send a peacekeeping mission to the western part of Rwanda for БЂњhumanitarianБЂ« reasons. This gave the gц©nocidaires the chance to look like victims instead of aggressors, and they started to pack up and leave for the protected area that became known as БЂњthe Turquoise Zone.БЂ« RTLM radio then performed its final disservice to the nation by scaring the living daylights out of the people remaining in Rwanda, a considerable number of whom had just spent two months murdering their neighbors and chasing the less compliant ones through swamps ...» |
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