Blood Musk

January 31, 2012 - 4:55

The decision to take a 4 hour class that focuses exclusively on genocide was one that I made quite flippantly. It sounded "interesting". I guess I was giving myself too much credit as a hard ass, because every session of reading is broken up by, or concludes with me either weeping, or as is the case today, sobbing.
I stopped at the in-depth description of a Rwandan man watching his wife being repeatedly raped by militiamen, who is then ordered to fuck her, and then flayed with a machete while he is on top of her, and finally executed as he is climaxing. She is raped again, then she is executed. Oh, and all of them have AIDS.

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