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Child Cannibal Killers Of The Congo |
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20 Aug 2003
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CHILD CANNIBAL KILLERS OF THE CONGO Aug 15 2003
THE 15-year-old boy bites into a packet of jelly babies as he tells me how he killed. First there were the mothers, after he'd raped them. Then their babies. Four of them. The eldest aged three.
He speaks softly, with great precision, about what he did. Then he wanders off, having thanked me for the sweets, to play marbles with the other killers.
He is the oldest of 39 boys in this dusty compound. Laughing, boisterous kids who have seen and exacted horror beyond imagining.
They assemble for a school photo, jostling for position. A barked order and they suddenly freeze. Attention. Awaiting command, soldiers again.
Frozen on film, the class of child soldiers who, according to their teachers, have murdered at least 106 people.
These boys, many recruited at the age of 10 and younger, are being demobbed. They are part of a Save the Children initiative set up in the lakeside town of Bukavu in South Kivu, part of the Great Lakes region of central Africa.
Save The Children? Any civilized people would recognize that these "children" are so damaged they have to be put down, else preserve them and their wickedness for infliction on some other group of innocents.
This is the area, eastern Democratic Republic of the Congo, which has seen continuous fighting for the past five years. It is where four million people have died - the greatest human toll since the Second World War - and 10million people have been forced to flee their homes.
... It is those armed kids who form the front line. They are the weapons of mass destruction. Anisette Birindwa, the jelly-baby boy, is one among thousands. ... He says he trained as a nurse. But no ordinary nurse. He was taught magic remedies. His medicine could turn bullets into water and make his mates invincible. He was a big shot.
He tells me: "One day, we captured two women, the wives of the Interahamwe, and the commander told me to kill them. Six of us raped them. Then we stabbed them to death with machetes. It was cheaper than bullets.
"They begged us to spare them, but we laughed. We had orders.
"We cut out their hearts to take to the commander. Their babies were aged three months, a boy; a one-year-old girl; another boy, two; and the last aged three. We killed them and used their bodies to make medicine.
I BOILED their feet and arms to grind and put in bottles. The potion has the power to stop bullets. I burned the meat into ash which you sprinkle on your body to give extra strength.
"The heads of the children and their mothers we gave to the commander. We ate the hearts, kidneys and livers."
The comander's nickname was Fokamike. His real name is Kahasha, he says.
One day, perhaps this man will be tried for war crimes. One day, perhaps this 15-year- old boy will return to his three younger brothers and two sisters, and till the fields.
Very unlikely on both counts. In reality, the 15-year old boy will join a Bantu resettlement program and be brought by a joint UN-US effort to infect a town in the rural United States. When he then again kills and rapes a woman, he will be arrested and jailed, but probably not executed, and will continue to kill and rape while in prison. He will then become a statistic of a "black male" in prison, and be used by Jewish propaganda as evidence of why the justice system is "racist". If things continue to go the way they are going, he will then be released on parole after ten years or so, and he will continue to terrorize the United States, while the kike swine who thought this whole thing up laugh, and while the kike-dominated churches who funds these ridiculous programs violently lash out at anyone who questions the wisdom of their idiocy and denounce those critics as "haters".]
He has been delivered to the demob centre after being arrested by Rwandan- backed RCD soldiers. The social workers offer his community a grant to help rebuild their village in the hope this will make him accepted and stop him returning to war.
So far they have received nearly 1,000 kids. It is a tiny, relative number.
I see boys with scars on their chests, gouged to ward off bullets. I listen to one, aged 12, saying how happy he was when he fired and "the big enemy man flopped".
And then there are the girls. Feza Mateso had her first period last month and is 13. M-40 soldiers took her away two years ago.
"Mummy pleaded, offering five goats instead," she says. "They took the goats as well. They made me the wife of a commander called Justin. He wanted sex too much. I was afraid, but after seven months I ran away, stealing a canoe to cross the river south of Bukavu.
"Another commander called Shakale found me and he started to use me. Then the RCD attacked and I was arrested, taken to Kavumu, north of the city, and raped and raped. There were five girls there.
"Three men took each of us. They used me up to seven times a day for two weeks. When I became sick they left me outside the hospital."
We walk to the lake and she is a child again, her face mesmerised by its tranquil beauty. She takes off her flip-flops and tries to catch the little fish nibbling at the edge.
Then she begins to cough, the rattle raking her skinny body. In Africa they still do not like to speak of HIV/Aids. These girl soldiers are not tested. It would be an intrusion. But Tarcile Kashale, Feza's counsellor, looks at me with sadness while the child stumbles round the corner to cough and cough and cough.
In Goma, the Congo town which saw the influx of one million Rwandans in 1994, I find Feza's friend Mashuruliko Mgoyi, also 13. She joined the militia when she was 10. Thenshe was captured by the RCD, whose commander, Gere Kola, used her as a wife.
"When he didn't use me, he put me in the front line. The first man I killed was militia. I was told to fire two bullets in the air and then two at his feet. Then I shot him in the chest.
"I had to do this because they said he had special powers and a single shot would not kill him. Then I had to cut off his head, make a fire and burn the body and head separately.
"I was glad they blindfolded the man before I killed him. He was crying, offering to tell us where his comrades were hiding, but they said kill him anyway. So I did. Then one day I was sent to fetch water. A soldier came the other way and ordered me into the long grass, where he raped me. When he finished, five of his friends had me. I was left lying there in terrible pain. I could feel the hurt in my womb. It was like wounds."
She was there three months. Doctors found she was suffering from a variety of sexually transmitted diseases. Last week they discovered she also had TB and maybe something worse. But they do not test for that.
DESPITE all this, "Mashy" is happy. She has just found her father, whom she last saw when she was five years old.
Save the Children had traced him and four of her brothers and sisters. He told her to stop being a soldier and come to live with him.
"I will never go back to the army," she says. "I want to get rid of those dreams. I close my eyes and see bad spirits, the face of that blindfolded man, the people I killed in battle, many of them.
"Was I frightened when I was fighting? No, we were used to bullets and I couldn't be afraid any more. When the shooting stopped, that's when I was frightened."
Once more, Mashy begins to cough. Hopefully she will be spared from Aids, but it is a slim chance.
A survey revealed last week that 24.2 per cent of the population in Shabunda, the area in which she fought, have the disease.
This compares to 2.8 per cent 12 years ago and suggests that conflict itself is a ravenous breeding ground. Particularly when rape is used as a weapon to batter the population into submission.
... Sembo Mateso is 17, the obvious top cat among the 11 boys being demobbed by SC-UK. He misses the ganja his commander Thomas Lubanga fed them. "Yes, I killed," he says. "I cut off limbs and ate body parts. We were hungry and we had orders." He and his friend were arrested and handed over by the French, who found them carrying a hand grenade and a mobile phone.
At the same time they put Mr Lubanga under house arrest but allowed him 30 armed bodyguards. For now, he is happy to sit in his house, using his mobile phone to speak with his concealed army. A man biding his time until the spotlight fades and the killing begins again.
The United Nations could arrest him. There is evidence enough of war crimes. Instead it sends a token force and keeps its fingers crossed. Spectating. After all, who really gives a damn?
... OTHERS, on the far side of the front line, are left to their fate. The proxy armies are there. The children with guns, scavenging and killing and maiming and cannibalising to order.
One, at least, wears the testicles of a UN soldier they captured, brandishing them as a talisman. Another remembers the taste of his liver. A third has tied another UN soldier's penis to his wrist. Others simply stubbed their ganja butts on the mutilated bodies.
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Child Cannibal Killers Of The Congo |
by AKA DAN "Wastes a Lot MOre Time Posting Than We Do Hiding" Disinfo
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Current rating: 0
20 Aug 2003
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CHILD CANNIBAL KILLERS OF THE CONGO Aug 15 2003
THE 15-year-old boy bites into a packet of jelly babies as he tells me how he killed. First there were the mothers, after he'd raped them. Then their babies. Four of them. The eldest aged three.
He speaks softly, with great precision, about what he did. Then he wanders off, having thanked me for the sweets, to play marbles with the other killers.
He is the oldest of 39 boys in this dusty compound. Laughing, boisterous kids who have seen and exacted horror beyond imagining.
They assemble for a school photo, jostling for position. A barked order and they suddenly freeze. Attention. Awaiting command, soldiers again.
Frozen on film, the class of child soldiers who, according to their teachers, have murdered at least 106 people.
These boys, many recruited at the age of 10 and younger, are being demobbed. They are part of a Save the Children initiative set up in the lakeside town of Bukavu in South Kivu, part of the Great Lakes region of central Africa.
Save The Children? Any civilized people would recognize that these "children" are so damaged they have to be put down, else preserve them and their wickedness for infliction on some other group of innocents.
This is the area, eastern Democratic Republic of the Congo, which has seen continuous fighting for the past five years. It is where four million people have died - the greatest human toll since the Second World War - and 10million people have been forced to flee their homes.
... It is those armed kids who form the front line. They are the weapons of mass destruction. Anisette Birindwa, the jelly-baby boy, is one among thousands. ... He says he trained as a nurse. But no ordinary nurse. He was taught magic remedies. His medicine could turn bullets into water and make his mates invincible. He was a big shot.
He tells me: "One day, we captured two women, the wives of the Interahamwe, and the commander told me to kill them. Six of us raped them. Then we stabbed them to death with machetes. It was cheaper than bullets.
"They begged us to spare them, but we laughed. We had orders.
"We cut out their hearts to take to the commander. Their babies were aged three months, a boy; a one-year-old girl; another boy, two; and the last aged three. We killed them and used their bodies to make medicine.
I BOILED their feet and arms to grind and put in bottles. The potion has the power to stop bullets. I burned the meat into ash which you sprinkle on your body to give extra strength.
"The heads of the children and their mothers we gave to the commander. We ate the hearts, kidneys and livers."
The comander's nickname was Fokamike. His real name is Kahasha, he says.
One day, perhaps this man will be tried for war crimes. One day, perhaps this 15-year- old boy will return to his three younger brothers and two sisters, and till the fields.
Very unlikely on both counts. In reality, the 15-year old boy will join a Bantu resettlement program and be brought by a joint UN-US effort to infect a town in the rural United States. When he then again kills and rapes a woman, he will be arrested and jailed, but probably not executed, and will continue to kill and rape while in prison. He will then become a statistic of a "black male" in prison, and be used by Jewish propaganda as evidence of why the justice system is "racist". If things continue to go the way they are going, he will then be released on parole after ten years or so, and he will continue to terrorize the United States, while the kike swine who thought this whole thing up laugh, and while the kike-dominated churches who funds these ridiculous programs violently lash out at anyone who questions the wisdom of their idiocy and denounce those critics as "haters".]
He has been delivered to the demob centre after being arrested by Rwandan- backed RCD soldiers. The social workers offer his community a grant to help rebuild their village in the hope this will make him accepted and stop him returning to war.
So far they have received nearly 1,000 kids. It is a tiny, relative number.
I see boys with scars on their chests, gouged to ward off bullets. I listen to one, aged 12, saying how happy he was when he fired and "the big enemy man flopped".
And then there are the girls. Feza Mateso had her first period last month and is 13. M-40 soldiers took her away two years ago.
"Mummy pleaded, offering five goats instead," she says. "They took the goats as well. They made me the wife of a commander called Justin. He wanted sex too much. I was afraid, but after seven months I ran away, stealing a canoe to cross the river south of Bukavu.
"Another commander called Shakale found me and he started to use me. Then the RCD attacked and I was arrested, taken to Kavumu, north of the city, and raped and raped. There were five girls there.
"Three men took each of us. They used me up to seven times a day for two weeks. When I became sick they left me outside the hospital."
We walk to the lake and she is a child again, her face mesmerised by its tranquil beauty. She takes off her flip-flops and tries to catch the little fish nibbling at the edge.
Then she begins to cough, the rattle raking her skinny body. In Africa they still do not like to speak of HIV/Aids. These girl soldiers are not tested. It would be an intrusion. But Tarcile Kashale, Feza's counsellor, looks at me with sadness while the child stumbles round the corner to cough and cough and cough.
In Goma, the Congo town which saw the influx of one million Rwandans in 1994, I find Feza's friend Mashuruliko Mgoyi, also 13. She joined the militia when she was 10. Thenshe was captured by the RCD, whose commander, Gere Kola, used her as a wife.
"When he didn't use me, he put me in the front line. The first man I killed was militia. I was told to fire two bullets in the air and then two at his feet. Then I shot him in the chest.
"I had to do this because they said he had special powers and a single shot would not kill him. Then I had to cut off his head, make a fire and burn the body and head separately.
"I was glad they blindfolded the man before I killed him. He was crying, offering to tell us where his comrades were hiding, but they said kill him anyway. So I did. Then one day I was sent to fetch water. A soldier came the other way and ordered me into the long grass, where he raped me. When he finished, five of his friends had me. I was left lying there in terrible pain. I could feel the hurt in my womb. It was like wounds."
She was there three months. Doctors found she was suffering from a variety of sexually transmitted diseases. Last week they discovered she also had TB and maybe something worse. But they do not test for that.
DESPITE all this, "Mashy" is happy. She has just found her father, whom she last saw when she was five years old.
Save the Children had traced him and four of her brothers and sisters. He told her to stop being a soldier and come to live with him.
"I will never go back to the army," she says. "I want to get rid of those dreams. I close my eyes and see bad spirits, the face of that blindfolded man, the people I killed in battle, many of them.
"Was I frightened when I was fighting? No, we were used to bullets and I couldn't be afraid any more. When the shooting stopped, that's when I was frightened."
Once more, Mashy begins to cough. Hopefully she will be spared from Aids, but it is a slim chance.
A survey revealed last week that 24.2 per cent of the population in Shabunda, the area in which she fought, have the disease.
This compares to 2.8 per cent 12 years ago and suggests that conflict itself is a ravenous breeding ground. Particularly when rape is used as a weapon to batter the population into submission.
... Sembo Mateso is 17, the obvious top cat among the 11 boys being demobbed by SC-UK. He misses the ganja his commander Thomas Lubanga fed them. "Yes, I killed," he says. "I cut off limbs and ate body parts. We were hungry and we had orders." He and his friend were arrested and handed over by the French, who found them carrying a hand grenade and a mobile phone.
At the same time they put Mr Lubanga under house arrest but allowed him 30 armed bodyguards. For now, he is happy to sit in his house, using his mobile phone to speak with his concealed army. A man biding his time until the spotlight fades and the killing begins again.
The United Nations could arrest him. There is evidence enough of war crimes. Instead it sends a token force and keeps its fingers crossed. Spectating. After all, who really gives a damn?
... OTHERS, on the far side of the front line, are left to their fate. The proxy armies are there. The children with guns, scavenging and killing and maiming and cannibalising to order.
One, at least, wears the testicles of a UN soldier they captured, brandishing them as a talisman. Another remembers the taste of his liver. A third has tied another UN soldier's penis to his wrist. Others simply stubbed their ganja butts on the mutilated bodies.
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