I’ve started reading A Time for Machetes: The Rwandan Genocide - The Killers Speak. I’m just reading the opening pages where the killers speak about how they were rounded up and organised to kill. I am overwhelmed by a sense of denial. Not in the political sense but the psychological sense; the sense where a dying person reasons that they feel fine or a mother refuses to believe her child is dead after exiting air from the lungs causes the vocal chords to sound. I am thinking that these seem like such reasonable, normal, nice people and even though I have studied the Rwandan genocide for years now, I find myself hoping that they are not the killers, that the story is going to work out differently.
But it won’t. I have already read Into the Quick of Life: The Rwandan Genocide - The Survivors Speak which I reviewed earlier on this blog and which had an incredible impact on me: On Rwanda: my passion and the need to know. I know what is going to happen and yet it is so horrific that the normal human reaction of denial in the face of death or dying is occurring, my mind’s attempt to protect me from the unimaginable horrors ahead.
I’ll be sure to review the book once I am done. I am currently months behind in my book reviews but will try to catch up soon.