In the years before and the first months of the year 1994, the Hutus and Tutsis stood as enemies but lived in peace in their own share of Rwanda, but little did the Tutsis know about what the Hutus were planning in the short years before. Malika, an eighteen year old Tutsi girl, walked around in her house on the quiet, sunny morning of April 6th, 1994, helping her parents get the house ready for a visit from her aunt and uncle.
That night, after welcoming them and chatting away, as Malika was getting ready for dinner, she heard her dad whisper to her mother, aunt, ncle, and her to quietly walk outside. There, as she stood peeking through the fence, she saw the dreaded sight of a Hutu group dragging her neighbors’ father from his home. She guessed that he did not pay them back for something, as this kind of vigilante gang behavior happens every now and then.
As she turned to go back inside, knowing that this would end as usual??”the Hutus would take the Tutsi father with them and force his family back inside; if they fail to cooperate, the Hutus would proceed to hurt, or even kill, one of the family members to warn them??”but she topped her tracks and thoughts right as she saw the horrible sight of Hutu men running out of buses with machetes and few with guns in their hands, killing anyone they saw in their path.
Before she could react, her father pulled everyone back inside, and the next full night, she was so tired and confused that all she remembered was screaming and shouting and people running away, many getting shot in their tracks, as she sat in her father’s car while he quickly drove away to who knows where. Kristalf, a 19 year old Hutu boy, sat cleaning the illegally imported machetes with is old “friends” the morning of April 6th, 1994.
Unlike the other Hutus, Kristalf hated living with the other Hutus and even having the title of a Hutu. Kristalf had loved peace all his life, and, knowing what was going to happen that night, dreaded the sight of any weapon. The rest of the day consisted of going to boring meetings to review the plan of action for the night and other men slapping him on the back, laughing and chanting with excitement.
The second he felt himself getting pulled by the other Hutu men out of the bus, hearing the immediate gunshots and machete wings following, seeing doors burst open and innocent families being killed, Kristalf wished he had paid attention to everything that day, at least made an excuse to stay with those who were still in the workshop, but it was too late. As Kristalf ran around in no certain pattern, with no certain goal, he tried to pretend he was setting out to kill the Tutsis??”but he knew that was not the goal he had in mind.
The next hours consisted of horrible sights of men and women and children running away, frantically screaming with their dead family members or friends in their arms, and any dead altogether, while Kristalf ran, ran, and ran some more, with the little hopes of not looking suspicious to any of his group members. Malika woke up the morning of June 25th, feeling weak, hungry, exhausted, and worried. Ever since the attack by the Hutus, Malika Just followed her father’s instructions, having an idea of what has happened and is happening but still very confused.
Her uncle and aunt had been separated from them when they arrived at the hotel, and she felt an ache large possibility they have been killed. Her father spent most of the day negotiating nd speaking with the hotel manager??”he had a part in working through this genocide because he had relations with the leaders of both the Hutu and Tutsi groups. The following week consisted of Tutsis trying to get water from the hotel pool because their water supply had been cut off??”too many people using it at once.
Right as she was losing hope, on July 4th, the hotel was frantic with people running outside the hotel to see what had Just happened. There were a few buses parked outside the hotel and many men in uniform??”but they were neither Hutus nor Tutsis, they were ot even African… the I-JN. As she caught on, Malika understood that they were there to help, but knew that there were many that would have to stay back since there were not enough buses for everyone.
With that little conclusion, Malika felt her father push her and her mother towards one of the buses, and as they hopped on, noticed her father stood back. Before she could act, hearing her mother’s scream, calling her father, and seeing her father’s sad, conflicted face as he turned away, the bus started moving, and hours later, stopped along with the others as Hutu men Jumped in and amilies started screaming. As Malika Jumped up, she saw a Hutu man run up to her mother, holding a machete in the air, as another familiar looking Hutu boy ran behind him with his pointed gun??”but it was too late.
As Malika heard the gun shot, she saw the machete dig into her mother’s head as the other Hutu boy with the gun ran up to her, and she fell to the floor with her dead mother in her arms. On the morning of July 4th, Kristalf was woken up by another Hutu soldier telling him they were needed for a meeting. Confused, Kristalf followed the man to the eeting room, where he sat and listened to one of the leaders talking about Hotel Rwanda hiding Tutsis inside and hearing the words he dreaded??””it’s time to attack. ” When the Hutu soldiers arrived at the hotel and ran inside, Kristalf and a few others were called back by one of the leaders.
He proceeded to tell the men that many Tutsis were on their way to a camp on five buses, and that they had to be followed, stopped, and killed. Kristalf knew he was not going to kill one soul, but continued to follow the orders and hop on the bus, on his way to see helpless Tutsis die on their ay to freedom. As he and another soldier Jumped inside one of the Tutsi buses, him carrying a gun and the other carrying a machete, Kristalf stopped in his tracks as he saw a very familiar looking Tutsi girl crying by another woman he guessed was her mother.
The other soldier by his side nudged him to walk and, as he ran toward the familiar girl’s mother, did the first thing that came to mind. Kristalf pointed his gun at the other soldier and shot at him, but he was a moment too late. Everything went into slow motion as Kristalf saw the girl’s mother drop to the floor with the soldier falling n top, shot in the back, with his hand slipping off the machete that was now in the mother’s head.
As he ran toward the familiar girl holding her dead mother in her arms, sobbing, and looked closely at her as he dragged the Hutu man out of the bus, he noticed who she was. That girl was his best friend, the one he was separated from at the age of eight when the Hutus and Tutsis were forbidden to have contact. Malika knew the war must be over when she arrived at the camp for the surviving Tutsis and the few Hutus that decided to stay and help, but she paid no attention for he was too busy grieving over her mother that died before her eyes and the news were killed proven correct.
The rest of the day consisted of injured Tutsis being cured and all others eating the little supply of old food they had and, those who were lucky enough, hugging their surviving families. At around five in the afternoon, she was told by a volunteer worker that they were moving into another, bigger camp to stay with the surviving Tutsis on the other side of the city. Malika silently cried on the way to the buses, unable to stop herself from replaying the scene of that Hutu man killing er mother and thinking back to that other Hutu boy shooting him… hy did he shoot him? She knew they were partners, and the idea of his partner killing him made no sense, but even though this question stuck to her head, she could not get the more mysterious, more puzzling question off her mind. Why did the Hutu traitor look so familiar? She wished she had someone, a friend, a family member, anyone, to talk to or Just be able to hold on to, and right then she felt a tap on her shoulder from behind, and turning to see who it is, froze with shock. “Kristalf? ” Malika said, unable to move.
Hello, Malika” Kristalf said, smiling. ??” Historical Background: The Rwandan Genocide started the day of April 6th, 1994, and last until July 4th, 1994. Malika is an example of one of the Tutsi survivors, and Kristalf is an example of the few Hutus who wanted to live in peace with the Tutsis, not kill them. Hotel Rwanda was the actual hotel where the Tutsis were hidden toward the end of the war. All of the events listed were actual events, except for the personal events between Malika and her family (those were Just an example).
Malika losing her uncle, aunt, and both f her parents, with no friends with her, is an example of the many people who lost their families and friends during the genocide. The weapons most Hutus used, which were machetes, were illegally imported because they were not allowed to have weapons, and the few guns they had were lucky findings or were stolen from higher officials. The genocide lasted about 100 days, and there were 500,000 killed and about 1 million injured??”about 20% of the population was lost. In the genocide, the Hutus were stopped by the UN while they were attacking the people in the hotel and on the buses.