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At night they cut the Achilles tendons of survivors and went off to feast behind the church, roasting cattle looted from their victims in big fires, and drinking beer. The Canadians presented the paperwork for our visit, and I stepped up into the open doorway of a classroom. Her ribs and spinal column poked through the rotting cloth. He was quite expert at his work, taking big precise strokes that made a sharp hacking noise. I detest this fear. Fifteen months earlier, Rwanda had been the most densely populated country in Africa. So how can you hide that you hate me?

Then I heard another crunch, and felt a vibration underfoot. The rallying cry to the killers during the genocide was "Do your work!

I wanted to see them, I suppose; I had come to see them--the dead had been left unburied at Nyarubuye for memorial purposes--and there they were, so intimately exposed. Yet except in some rural areas in the south, where the desertion of Hutus had left nothing but bush to reclaim the fields around crumbling adobe houses, I, as a newcomer, could not see the emptiness that blinded Joseph to Rwanda's beauty.

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They did, and a few days later the mayor came to kill them. He must kill. Perhaps, in examining this extremity with me, you hope for some understanding, some insight, some flicker of self-knowledge--a moral, or a lesson, or a due about how to behave in this world: some such information. So how can you hide that you hate me? What else could you really see at first? The others with her were killed. Author Philip Gourevitch is one of its experts, probing how genocide happens, how the murderers rationalize their participation, and how they live with themselves later. Say that guy comes with a stick. He sounded excited, as if in shutting him out, his boyhood neighbor was really letting him in on something. We flew in a United Nations helicopter, traveling low over the hills in the morning mists, with the banana trees like green starbursts dense over the slopes. For some reason, reading that makes my heart race with excitement.

Like Leontius, the young Athenian in Plato, I presume that you are reading this because you desire a closer look, and that you, too, are properly disturbed by your curiosity. Perhaps, in examining this extremity with me, you hope for some understanding, some insight, some flicker of self-knowledge--a moral, or a lesson, or a due about how to behave in this world: some such information.

A Tutsi pastor, in a letter to his church president, a Hutu, used the chilling phrase that gives Philip Gourevitch his title. Only after he had been separated from his wife for three months did he learn that she and four of their children had survived.

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He has travelled extensively for the magazine, reporting from Africa, Asia, Europe, and across the United States. She is still alive, only"--he fell quiet for a moment--"she has no arms.

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