““We lived with a Hutu family. They were polite, but their son, a fanatical Interahamwe militiaman, was often nasty to us. One day I caught him going through our things. I closed the door and said, “Defend yourself, kid.” He likes to play the tough guy to impress the girls in the neighborhood, but he doesn’t know how to ¤ght. He got a thrashing he’ll never forget. Anyway, I supposed he must have been remembering all about it during these last few hours. Yes, the time has come for them to settle all those little scores. Every Interahamwe probably has his list of little Tutsi friends to get rid of. [9]””