The family who sheltered me was, by any measure, participating in genocide: they were killing Tutsi every day. They were also, in their own logic, maintaining a family, going to work, returning home, sitting down to eat. These things coexisted
In the ruins of the 1994 genocide against the Tutsi, Nelson Gashagaza survived by becoming someone else’s child. In this two-part series as Rwanda commemorates Kwibuka32, he tells a personal story on a performed kinship, ordinary horror and the meaning of belonging
Calling this sophistry is not polemical. Sophistry was never about lying outright. It was about persuasive coherence in the service of authority. IR excels at this. It teaches how to speak about power in ways that preserve its prerogatives, how to critique without consequence and how to manage domination without ever calling it by name
We are bound to run into trouble when the private sector is given free rein to determine who is deserving of being treated as human and who is not
With nothing to look forward to and no respect, how can we expect unemployed, beaten-down young people to behave as if they have a stake in the future?