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213 Every Rwan dan has a story to tell about the war, the gen o cide, or their after math. I heard one such story when I vis ited a friend’s fam ily in Ki gali in July 2011. The brother, Olivier, worked in in for ma tion tech nol ogy for a large Rwan dan com pany. He was mar ried and had a young child. The young est sib ling, Marie, worked for the Ki gali head quar ters of an inter na tional com pany. They spoke fluent En glish, dressed in nice cloth ing, and had smart phones equipped with the Inter net: they were young urban pro fes sion als firmly en sconced in the new mid dle class. They em bod ied the “high mod er nity” fet ish ized in Rwanda today (C. New bury 2011, 224–26; Scott 1998, 4–5). On my sec ond visit to their home, they ex tolled the vir tues of Rwanda under the lead er ship of Pres i dent Paul Ka game and the RPF: “Rwanda is a se cure coun try. There is no crime. It is very safe. So many foreign ers come here to visit, to do busi ness. The coun try is de vel op ing. We have nice build ings, we have nice streets. Look at our street [mo tion ing to the road in Con clu sion 214 Conclusion front of their house, which had been paved in cob ble stones in the past year]. If you work hard, you can get ahead.” I could not dis agree with them. The things they cited—per sonal se cur ity, foreign in ves tors, business-friendly pol i cies, new build ings, and paved streets—were em pir i cal re al ities I had wit nessed with my own eyes. But I was sur prised by their pos i tive at ti tude given what I knew about the fam ily. Their father had spent many years in prison ac cused of gen o cide. An im por tant fig ure in the Hab ya ri mana govern ment, he died less than two years after he was found in no cent and re leased from prison. He spent his last years de bil i tated by ill ness ag gra vated by years of poor con di tions in prison. Only min utes be fore, Marie had asked me for help ap ply ing to an American uni ver sity so that she could leave Rwanda. So I asked, “If Rwanda is so won der ful, why do so many Rwan dans leave if they find a chance?” They looked at each other, then laughed ner vously. They ex plained, “It’s the things we lived through. It’s not that we want to leave for ever. [pause] It’s, it’s, to have a way to get out if . . .” I under stood what they left un said: every Rwan dan wants an es cape route in case things go badly. A sec ond cit i zen ship in Eu rope, Can ada, or the United States is an in su rance pol icy. After an un com fort able si lence, Olivier tried to ex plain Marie’s de sire to leave: “Did you know she was lost in the Congo for five years?” Stunned, I re plied, “No.” Speak ing in En glish, Marie re counted her sur vi val story: Yeah. It’s true. [Ner vous laugh.] When they at tacked the camp, I was lost. I was only six [years old]. The Red Cross found me and put me in a cen ter [for un ac com pa nied mi nors]. Luck ily, I knew my name, the names of my peo ple, where I was from. So many of the other chil dren didn’t know any thing. They had no way to be found. They were lost for ever. At least I had some hope. My par ents had taught me these things. Every day I looked at the lists, hop ing to find a name I knew. After many months a fam ily from Ma sisi adopted me and my cou sin. They took us to their farm in the bush, the real bush. As the young est and the only girl [among her sib lings], I was so spoiled. Then, there I was in the bush, in the dirt...