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- Name: Sagepaper
- Location: United States
An only child and service-brat, I was born in Panama. We lived on Indian Reservations when I was two to four-and-a-half -- crucial years for social development. Culturally, I am a mixed-up White Eyes from Mescalero. I began college at fifteen, enjoying a luxurious seven years of rigorous liberal arts education. Since graduating with a B.A. in Psychology, I have avidly read non-fiction, adding enormously to my formal education. Disabled by Tourette's Syndrome and other conditions, I live in Atlanta's suburbia. My father and husband are both physicians, and share a consulting business. (I am very proud of what they do, but I mention their occupations because people cannot seem to move to another small-talk topic if I simply say I am disabled. They must be told an occupation, and will start asking about family members to get one.)
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Monday, April 25, 2005
Romeo Dallaire and Rwanda
It has been hard for me to prepare my mind for more firsthand information about Rwanda. I was deeply disturbed when I first read about it, and had nightmares. A year or two later, I extensively researched Rwanda for a case study to be used in my husband's MPH course at a prominent university.
I had even worse nightmares as I tried to see through the material I was reading to the truth the authors were trying to convey. I also had a brief taste of the pure evil so many described. Observers of all different backgrounds spoke of a palpable evil. So powerful was the evil that Westerners as well as locals and non-Western dignitaries present were all conscious of this hideous thing. At a later date, I might present here some research into the shamanistic aspects of what happened in Rwanda.
In the meantime, my author has helped put me at ease. His mind, wracked by PTSD, is even less willing than mine to return to that place and time. I am almost a quarter of the way through the book, and he still has not stepped on African soil. If I had his burden, I don't know that I could ever overcome the procrastination for which he so profusely apologizes.
So, I need good input for good output. For a while, my readings are not going to be inspiring of immediate writings. I will try to do some creative work in between times. Given the subject matter I am studying, I am afraid some of my writing might take a dark turn. If necessary, I will offer you tid-bits from my archives.
Wish me well as I plunge my mind again into a "palpable evil." Hopefully I will not again meet that face-to-face. Still, you know how people might say, "Get your mind out of the gutter?" Well, when I am done with this book, I will need to get my mind out of the bloodbath.
Many traditions consider blood to be a vehicle of life energy so perhaps its widespread spilling disseminates a dark life energy that is strong enough even to be conveyed second-hand through writings and film. This would seem to be more sympathetic magic than shamanism.
Regarding my past difficulties with the subject matter, I would agree that "sympathetic magic" would be a better explanation than shamanism. My reference to shamanism is not to any personal experience I have had with this topic. Rather, there is good documentation of a strong shamanic element to what the genocidaires were suddenly willing, and physically capable of doing. This documentation even includes a bit of information from pioneering scientist Jane Goodall, or an associate of hers who knows her well.
Obviously, the reality of the effects of local shamanism was something she did not discuss with Westerners. She had enough of an uphill climb as a female scientist starting out. She has further challenged herself with a major effort at conservation of primate habitat in the Great Lakes region of Africa. This effort has required a diplomatic effort on her part to gain cooperation from local governments and support from donor nations and organizations.
She has even less desire to be labeled a nut case than I do. While I know I am opening myself up to sharp criticism and mockery, the shamanic rites involved in the genocide are something I think must be written about.
When I finished my first book on Rwanda, I knew there was something additional going on. I never expected to find documented confirmation of my suspicions. When I did start finding scattered references, I thought I would like to pull them together, at least for myself, and gain a deeper understanding of "Hutu Power."
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