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Growing up my family was poor. dirt poor. before Belgium came and fucked our country, the hutus were living in servitude to the tutsis. We farmed for them and they would give us cattle. Whe belgium came, they took the ones who were whiter and taller(the tutsis) and put them over us. It was a miserable existance for any hutus at the time. When belgium left they put the hutus in charg.
Our hutu government had proclaimed that the tutsis were inferior. that they were cockroaches. 17 year old me lapped it up. our tutsi neighbors seemingly had loads of cash and wealth and we were poor. It started off with me and my family listing to RTLM, the anti tutsi radi system, but it slowly grew more than that. soon we were taking part in hutu pride parades, wearing interahamwe tunics and shirts. Ill never forget the day my papa brought home machtes and passed them out to me and my brothers. He told us that soon the tutsi cockroaches wuld recieve their commupence.
I was riled up, my friends were too. One day, my papa told me that today was a big day. he gathered the whole family and some hutu neighbors up around the radio. He told us to bring our machetes. The broadcast was normal until the middle when the radio told us "couper les grands arbres , couper les grands arbres maintenant "
we instantly began attacking our tutsi neighbors. I personally cut down two little girls across the street from us. Not an hour later did i join up with Georges Rutuganda and head to his compound. we went on raids during the day, dumping the corpes of our victums in trenches, sometimes leaving there bodies on the street.
We raped, we looted, we killed. we burned a church with people inside. I knew it was wrong, i did but i was to late to stop then. It didnt even last 100 days but it felt like a long time. When the RPF stareted to grow closer to the capital, multiple of m interahamwe brethren fled, in fear of them. My father told me to leave the country so i would survive. I did and went to kenya and then to yemen and finally moving to france, where i am now.
I regret what i did. I see that Georges Rutuganda was charged with war crimes and died in prison. I guess i belong their, but im too scared to turn myself in. I hate what i did. i wish i didnt and i wish i never took part in it. My papa was killed in a battle with the RPF and i havent seen my siblings since the first day of the genocide. Im sorry
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@grok is this true?