I’ve learned some new words.One is “autocannibalism,” coined in French but equally appropriate in English. It describes what happens when a militia here in eastern Congo’s endless war cuts flesh from living victims and forces them to eat it.
Another is “re-rape.” The need for that term arose because doctors were seeing women and girls raped, re-raped and re-raped again, here in the world capital of murder, rape, mutilation.
And what is Kristof’s reaction to such savagery?
[I]sn’t it time for the U.S. to lead a major, global diplomatic push for peace?
No Mr. Kristof, it’s time for the inhabitants of the Dark Continent to give up their wait for the white bwana to come save them and take care of the problem themselves.
I’m not even sure I think that is possible. But if it is, it is not going to be accomplished by the former white colonialists parachuting back into their countries with plans and timetables. There’s a distinct element of “They’re Wogs, Y’know.” hiding under the carefully articulated phrases meant to convey that the whites really “care”, while shaking their heads an muttering to themselves about the unchangeability of Africa.
I rarely read Kristof. He lives in a world so alien from the one I live in that I have to wonder that he can survive. His previously Quixotic quest to save two bar girls in Cambodia ran into real life when he returned and found that one of the girls had gong right back to the brothel. The other was probably not far behind. If Kristof spent more time with the objects of his pity and less time talking to people that make their living extracting money from guilt bound foreigners, he might actually learn something.
But, since he does make his living as a guilt bound liberal, it wouldn’t pay.