"Please Dont Kill Me"

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"I'll Never Be Tutsi Again!"
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Liars. The murders had machetes drawn and drenched in blood when they came to the church in Kibuye, Rwanda. Inside sat two families connected by two sisters. This day, these butchers, and their taunting lies would change the image of Rwanda for those who survived.
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Each sister was married to Tutsi men. Each sister was Hutu. By the roughly drawn "laws" of the murderous mobs the sisters' children were Tutsi. Thus the battle lines were drawn.
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The mob ordered any Hutu out of the church. Tutsi had to stay.
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The first sister decided that day that she would die a Tutsi... die with her husband. The mob was willing to kill her without a second thought.
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The second sister pleaded to be allowed to take her 11 children out of the church with her. After some time the mob said she could... under one condition.
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They ordered her to leave the building. Just outside the doorway she called her children to supposed safety. Wait their she had been promised the opportunity to leave.
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Her 11 children walked toward the exit. Afraid, the children walked toward the mob who stood between them and their mom. This is when all Hell broke loose.
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In a blood lust filled rage the mob began hacking away at the 11 children. In a matter of moments 7 of the children were mangled and laying dead in the church doorway. Two had escaped.
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A three year old boy now stood crying in the midst of his dead brothers and sisters. As the mob encircled the boy he screamed for mercy.
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"Please don't kill me," the young boy shouted. "I'll never be Tutsi again!"
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The child's mother could do nothing for her boy. The mob had become a snarling pack of hyenas. Their prey was barely old enough to run let alone fight back. The war against the Tutsi had now become absolute Hell.
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Unmoved by the three year old child's tears and blood curdling pleas... the Hutu mob attacked.
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Genocide doesn't allow it's perpetrators to see these scenes with rational eyes... it mask their hearts. This three year old boy was the enemy for the genocidal Hutu. He wad old enough to know he was Tutsi. And that was all that mattered to his savage assailants.
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For the two siblings who lived the image of their brother pleading for mercy would never cease to replay itself over and over again in their minds. For you, it should never cease to replay itself over and over again in your soul.
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Genocide has not gone away. It continues to claim lives in countries all around the world. Currently it continues to kill in countries right next-door to Rwanda.
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As long as we remain silent it will never stop... it will never relent. It knows no boundaries and respects no borders. National sovereignty does not concern those who practice genocide. Religion cannot reign it in. Morality is blurred by it's many forms.
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Only the actions of brave men and women can stop it. Only the will to fight for the rights of all people can stem it's bloody flow. Only the courage to scream, even when it seems nobody I'd listening, will bring an end to genocide.
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