Rwanda is as you might expect a dynamic place. Its’ history has left deep marks; not only on the Rwandan people but also on the international community (at least one can hope that shame also leaves marks). The past few days have without a doubt been one of the few more turbulent ones in my otherwise very privileged Western life. With turbulent I do not mean chaotic in any practical way, because we have as usual been served excellent food, drunken wonderful African tea spiced with ginger and sugar, and have had the opportunity to mingle freely among prominent Rwandan politicians (I might come to that later). With turbulent, I refer to the ‘brain-chock’, the confusion which escalates when one realizes that apathy is no longer an option, and that cynicism is only for the rich ones.
I don’t know how much you know of the Rwandan history, thus I wish to brief you in very shortly. But seriously, this is a matter of people’s lives. While being here, it makes me realize that the ignorance towards poverty many of us in the Western world share will definitely never make a difference: instead it only adds on to the Western wheel of fortune while leaving the unprivileged mourning their pre-destined future. Therefore, consider this ‘briefing’ as a favor:
Rwanda was colonized in the late 19th century, first by the Germans and later by the Belgians. During the colonial era the Rwandans became institutionally categorized into three ‘ethnic’ groups: the Tutsis, the Hutus and the Twa (within the context of genocide the Twa are of less relevance). This was, amongst others conducted through ‘ethnic cards’ handed out by the Belgian church. Now, the groups mentioned did in fact exist prior the colonization, but with the colonial power they were legally enforced and institutionally reproduced. The minority of Tutsis was favored despite (or perhaps thanks to) their prior privileged status. In 1962 Rwanda gained their independence and the majority group, the Hutus, overthrew the ruling Tutsi king. Thousands of Tutsis were killed and some 150,000 driven into exile in neighboring countries. The children of these Tutsi exiles later formed a rebel group, the Rwandan Patriotic Front (RPF) led by Major Kagame, and began a civil war in 1990. The war, along with several political and economic upheavals, worsened ethnic tensions. On April 6th 1994 the tensions culminated to the genocide of roughly 800,000 – 1, 200 000 Tutsis and ‘moderate’ Hutus. All this happened in 100 days and was performed by the Hutu militia. The Tutsi rebels defeated the Hutu regime and ended the killing in July 1994. Although claimed to be legally elected, the RPF is until today in power led by President Kagame.
It is exactly 15 years ago 10 percent of the population was literally wiped out. With all the capacity in the world nobody did anything, for the simplest reason of state sovereignty. What is sovereignty without people? Who thought sovereignty was more important than approximately 1 000 000 people’s lives? ONE MILLION PEOPLE’S LIVES. Men, women and babies slaughtered by machetes. This is the confusion, the ‘brain-chock’ I am telling you about. Ignorance, apathy and cynicism; all a disguise for our wealth. And it continues like a frustrating never ending story. Listen to Manu Chao \’Politik Kills\’ , although the video is not describing Rwanda in particular! And the video is not describing the environment I am currently finding myself in.
Today, 6th of April has been a mourning day for all Rwandans. Me and Åsa went to one of the memorial sites in the morning. It was overwhelming, thus we left pretty soon.
Yesterday we were fortunate enough to experience two valuable events. The first one was the Conference on the Genocide against Tutsis. There we were given the sweet chance to listen to outstanding scholars in the field of Genocide. As a finale to the Conference a theater group performed their interpretation of the Rwandan history. It was a breath-taking show performed by dedicated and talented artists and musicians. Rare, delicate, and memorable.
The second event was a welcoming vegetarian dinner arranged by our new Rwandan friend Eric. It was a three course dinner accompanied by some R’n B music in the background (heja globalization).
Tomorrow we are moving to a new hostel with a kitchen. Unfortunately, I think the hostel is owned by a Swedish NGO. This kind of contradicts my principle of trying to stay local. I guess the term ‘glocality’ is once again preferable.
Thanks for reading.
With love,
agata