Do we hear them crying?
In the Congo last week, at least 150 women and some babies experienced a most horrific atrocity. They were gang raped by criminals, who without obstruction, or intervention reeked mayhem on their small village just a few miles from a UN peacekeeping base. The attacks which lasted over a span of five days, were the part of what seems to be a recurring theme in parts of Africa: man’s inhumanity to man.
UN officials say they entered the village with emergency kits as soon as it was safe — for them. Today the UN security council condemned the attacks and US Secretary of State Hilary Clinton, who visited rape victims in that region last summer, said in a statement, “This horrific attack is yet another example of how sexual violence undermines efforts to achieve and maintain stability in areas torn by conflict but striving for peace.”
While it is acceptable to express concern and outrage through statements, and in meetings, I wonder why the monsters who continue to perpetrate such violence against peaceful communities feel no recourse. They already have no shame. Minutes away from a UN peacekeeping station, these Congolese people’s peace was forever shattered and no one has made the men pay for their crime. Why?
Our troops and allied forces maintain a presence in pretty much every part of the Middle east. They assist in Pakistan, protect in Afghanistan and mentor police units in Iraq. Yet in Africa we have been witness to everything from the homicides administered under Apartheid rule, to genocide in Rwanda. Now in the Democratic Republic of Congo the world watches, and may have even heard a faint whisper for help, yet nothing is done… again.
The women and children who were violated by two to six men at a time, are pitied as victims in the headlines of our newspapers, this week. But as it stands they will most assuredly become victims again. Anarchy manifests in parts of what could be and should the most productive continent in the world. Some of the riches culture, most fertile soil and symbolic history has been replaced by, weak preservation efforts, contamination and the ignorance of monsters who have no shame, and know no limits.
It is sad to me that the cries for help are met with empathetic statements but no action. This world is too small for so many not to care. But we continue to be polarized by need and greed. What do we fight for people or things? The things that bring money, maintain power or political relations, trump compassion toward humanity and preservation of civility. This isn’t an assumption it’s truth. Over and over again we see it: Rwandans slaughter Rwandans because of a complicated history between the Hutus and Tutsis. The Kenyan political crisis that lead to unrest in 2007-2008. The ongoing civil war in Chad despite a peace agreement between the government and rebel forces signed three years ago. And of course the Democratic Republic of Congo which has captured the latest in an onslaught of ugly headlines.
During the crisis that came after Katrina five years ago this week, Americans were either reminded or introduced to a New Orleans legend Irma Thomas. She sang a most appropriate song about the people who suffered through the storm:
Cry, cry
Sitting home alone, thinkin about my past
Wonderin how I made it, and how long it’s gonna last
Success has come to lots of them, and failure’s always there
Time, time waits for no one and I wish, how I wish someone would care
The rhythm of that tune is New Orleanian through and through, but lyrics can most assuredly be put to the beat of a Congolese drum. If those women and children in their pain and suffering started to cry out “how I wish someone would care.” I wonder, who would hear them? Or more to the point who would care?
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