Being accompanied by two Canadian military officers, Gourevitch describes his encounter with the dead with the simple phrases “the dead looked like pictures of the dead” (752). He goes into deep detail describing some of the bodies he saw viewing those who had perished by the hands of the Hutu during the genocide in the church, but he knows that the experience of viewing the dead will be with him forever. He begins discussing how the Hutu performing the mass murders, classified a a group called Hutu Power, may have killed their victims not because they enjoyed the act of killing, but because they felt it was a necessity regardless of whether or not these Tutsi people they were killing were friends, neighbors, or colleagues. These killers feasted and drank beer after they had performed their duty of murdering only to do the same thing the next day. Gourevitch called the dead “beautiful” for their randomness in form as they lay and “rude exposure” and continues on by discussing the beauty of Rwanda itself even after it had faced such devastation and hardship (754). He ends his article with survivors like Abbe, a priest for Butare; Etienne, a businessman; and Laurent Nkongoli, a lawyer who all question why they are still alive. One final comment by Theodore Nyilinkwaya sums up those who were asked to perform the terrifying tasks of killing by “So this person who is not a killer is made to do it” perfectly tying together Gourevitch’s idea that people killed because they felt they had to
Being accompanied by two Canadian military officers, Gourevitch describes his encounter with the dead with the simple phrases “the dead looked like pictures of the dead” (752). He goes into deep detail describing some of the bodies he saw viewing those who had perished by the hands of the Hutu during the genocide in the church, but he knows that the experience of viewing the dead will be with him forever. He begins discussing how the Hutu performing the mass murders, classified a a group called Hutu Power, may have killed their victims not because they enjoyed the act of killing, but because they felt it was a necessity regardless of whether or not these Tutsi people they were killing were friends, neighbors, or colleagues. These killers feasted and drank beer after they had performed their duty of murdering only to do the same thing the next day. Gourevitch called the dead “beautiful” for their randomness in form as they lay and “rude exposure” and continues on by discussing the beauty of Rwanda itself even after it had faced such devastation and hardship (754). He ends his article with survivors like Abbe, a priest for Butare; Etienne, a businessman; and Laurent Nkongoli, a lawyer who all question why they are still alive. One final comment by Theodore Nyilinkwaya sums up those who were asked to perform the terrifying tasks of killing by “So this person who is not a killer is made to do it” perfectly tying together Gourevitch’s idea that people killed because they felt they had to