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Toronto Star
Dec 28, 2008
Gilbert Ndikubwayezu
It was the day after Col. Théoneste Bagosora, the architect of the Rwandan genocide, was convicted of war crimes.
I was attending a Christmas party, for which I have come to realize Canadians are famous.
And this somewhat aggressive man approached me with many questions about Rwanda. Someone had already told him I am a Rwandan doing a journalism internship in Canada.
Before I could answer his first question, he pointed his finger and demanded: "Are you a Tutsi or Hutu?"
For some seconds, I lost sight of my surroundings. I actually forgot the crowd of people at the party and I prepared to give him a lesson of the life of my country.
It is a lesson I have already had to give to some others.
The Rwanda of today belongs to Rwandans – not Hutus or Tutsis.
Indeed, in my country it is an offence to ask anyone if he or she is Tutsi or Hutu. The government itself has resolved that any mention of tribal background should be eliminated from any official document.
My sense was that many Canadians should know this fact.
Yet, since my arrival here two months ago, I realize they don't. And so, I get asked this question often. And every time it is asked, I get really angry.
It bothers me how some Canadians seem centred on the negative side of things in my country. I am hardly asked about the rate of performance in schools or the numbers going to universities or the many new buildings.
Yes, some Canadians do know positive things about Rwanda and express a concern about my country.
I have also come to learn many are aware of Gen. Roméo Dallaire, the former head of the UN peacekeeping mission in Rwanda.
For me, meeting Dallaire brought mixed emotions.
First, I felt sorry for him, for he was so betrayed by his own organization, the United Nations, which chose to withdraw from Rwanda at a time when he needed more military support to accomplish his mission.
But as a Rwandan I have always wondered about the total failure of the UN to stop the genocide.
In fact, I have since wondered if the UN sends peacekeeping missions just to fail. If so, then why does it have to exist, I ask myself.
When I was growing up, I thought the UN could be the most powerful organization in the world. But time has told me a different story.
At the Christmas party, I made the same argument to this man, a retired university professor who attaches much importance to Canada's separatist issue.
I told him it was the Belgians in 1933 who first introduced a mandatory identity card revealing the bearer's ethnicity.
Then, I pulled out my own Rwandan identity card.
I am very proud of it. It looks just like a Canadian ID, it is very modern and bears no ethnic reference.
I showed it to him as proof that he had no right to ask me that question about my ethnic tribe.
Later, he said it was good that he could learn about the Rwanda of today and how different it is.
I think this man was taken aback by my strong words. The force of his questions slowed down as he discovered how important this is to me.
Sometimes people think they know – when they don't.
And they don't realize their uncontrolled desire to know too much can offend.
Gilbert Ndikubwayezu is a Rwandan journalist in Canada on a three-month journalism internship.
Toronto Star
Dec 28, 2008
Gilbert Ndikubwayezu
It was the day after Col. Théoneste Bagosora, the architect of the Rwandan genocide, was convicted of war crimes.
I was attending a Christmas party, for which I have come to realize Canadians are famous.
And this somewhat aggressive man approached me with many questions about Rwanda. Someone had already told him I am a Rwandan doing a journalism internship in Canada.
Before I could answer his first question, he pointed his finger and demanded: "Are you a Tutsi or Hutu?"
For some seconds, I lost sight of my surroundings. I actually forgot the crowd of people at the party and I prepared to give him a lesson of the life of my country.
It is a lesson I have already had to give to some others.
The Rwanda of today belongs to Rwandans – not Hutus or Tutsis.
Indeed, in my country it is an offence to ask anyone if he or she is Tutsi or Hutu. The government itself has resolved that any mention of tribal background should be eliminated from any official document.
My sense was that many Canadians should know this fact.
Yet, since my arrival here two months ago, I realize they don't. And so, I get asked this question often. And every time it is asked, I get really angry.
It bothers me how some Canadians seem centred on the negative side of things in my country. I am hardly asked about the rate of performance in schools or the numbers going to universities or the many new buildings.
Yes, some Canadians do know positive things about Rwanda and express a concern about my country.
I have also come to learn many are aware of Gen. Roméo Dallaire, the former head of the UN peacekeeping mission in Rwanda.
For me, meeting Dallaire brought mixed emotions.
First, I felt sorry for him, for he was so betrayed by his own organization, the United Nations, which chose to withdraw from Rwanda at a time when he needed more military support to accomplish his mission.
But as a Rwandan I have always wondered about the total failure of the UN to stop the genocide.
In fact, I have since wondered if the UN sends peacekeeping missions just to fail. If so, then why does it have to exist, I ask myself.
When I was growing up, I thought the UN could be the most powerful organization in the world. But time has told me a different story.
At the Christmas party, I made the same argument to this man, a retired university professor who attaches much importance to Canada's separatist issue.
I told him it was the Belgians in 1933 who first introduced a mandatory identity card revealing the bearer's ethnicity.
Then, I pulled out my own Rwandan identity card.
I am very proud of it. It looks just like a Canadian ID, it is very modern and bears no ethnic reference.
I showed it to him as proof that he had no right to ask me that question about my ethnic tribe.
Later, he said it was good that he could learn about the Rwanda of today and how different it is.
I think this man was taken aback by my strong words. The force of his questions slowed down as he discovered how important this is to me.
Sometimes people think they know – when they don't.
And they don't realize their uncontrolled desire to know too much can offend.
Gilbert Ndikubwayezu is a Rwandan journalist in Canada on a three-month journalism internship.