Part two. Part one outlined Dallaire's narrative. Here I share particularly lucid and horrible details.
When I posted on Lt. General Romeo Dallaire's account of commanding the U.N. mission in Rwanda during the 1994 genocide, I thought I was done with the subject. But looking the book over, I cannot resist sharing some of the more vivid descriptive bits (while sticking with my recommendation above that folks read the Mother Jones interview unless you really need the full minutia of horror.
Nonetheless -- here's Dallaire reporting the order he received from U.N. Security Council ten days after appealing for a change in his orders and more forces to intervene as the slaughter proceeded all around his troops:
So there he was, adrift with a tiny force that had been ordered not to act, but somehow keep itself alive, amid unimaginable carnage. What did he see and how did he cope?
When he finally left for home, he tried to make sense of what his force had done. They had made repeated forays into haunted streets, gathering up a few survivors, always in danger themselves.
I have no idea what experiencing such a level of disillusionment would be like; most of us don't. And meanwhile, the dead are still dead and the intoxication of killing spread to the rest of Central Africa, still largely ignored by countries with enough wealth and power to stop it.
In a forward to the U.S. edition to this book, Samantha Powers discusses why the person who probably did more than anyone else from the outside world to save those he could, seems to be the one who carries the most awful burden of guilt. She realized:
He is also a man of character, someone who came to this horrible experience with a habit of acting with courage and integrity. Practice helps.