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Moise

(Cinemateque Mentor, Raymond)

Loin d’être (far from being)

Les hommes avec des fusils est arrivé parmi les réfugiés. Les garçons ont pris la suite. Pour être des soldats. (Men with guns arrived among the refugees. The boys have taken over. To be soldiers).

Moise wanted to know if he could tell his story. He wants to show us his life. “Il pourrait faire une différence. Je ne sais pas.”

The United Nations’ peace-keeping force in the DRC is the largest peace-keeping force ever assembled by the UN. Yet it has not been effective at ending the war. Moise continues to be a survivor of that war and a refugee.

The camp he was hiding in was attacked. Moise does not know by who. To Moise, the people who commit this violence are all the same. I said the hell with this. Moise is in the Congo, currently fleeing rebel soldiers who happen to be from Rwanda (this makes them foreign soldiers but whatever) sending video via a Blackberry. Raymond can’t even post half of what Moise sends. Swinging dicks with guns.

How do I get Moise a computer and a camera. I don’t. Moise just disappears. He might anyway.

We need a new paradigm. One where we see the kid as someone who can tell his own story. We honor his voice.

I know. I know. The real world, right. Well, I don’t live in the real world so fuck off.

We need to be talking to Blackberry and Apple to GET REAL. Give me (yes, I said give) a smart phone I can send to someone like Moise. I was able to go through a field clinic with the Blackberry where Moise was recovering from his machete wounds.

They had no more pills anyway; so give the boy a Blackberry.

They cost a TON of money. No one wants to GIVE us much.

 

Sur la rivière (on the river)

Ces vidéos sont dangereux à faire. Je dois arrêter de les faire pendant quelques jours. (On the River. These videos are dangerous to do. I have to stop them for a few days).

The ongoing war and violence in the République Démocratique du Congo has caused the deaths of over five million people. This is now the deadliest conflict the world has seen since the end of the Second World War. Rape and machete mutilation has been used as a weapon of war against hundreds of thousands of women. Village women are typically gang raped and their genitals are then cut and mutilated. Some women survive. Some don’t. Moise’s mother did not survive the attack on Mitanda, the village where Moise lived for all of his eleven years.

Moise speaks some French. He has been as far away as Kinshasha (formerly French Léopoldville) with his father, now deceased. Moise contacted us through a clinic where he has been a patient.

The hardest thing I do is trying to decide how to protect any particular kid. I am not protecting kids by falling into the trap of we cannot discuss the hush hush. The tables are easily turned in any war. I am going through Moise’s video clips to see if there is anything I can convert into a still. It is difficult stuff to look at. I cannot imagine surviving it. He is not quite out of the woods yet. They can hear gunfire from the clinic.

 

refuge cage de bande errantes de soldats rebelles

Moise will be on the run again. He has not healed from his wounds yet, and the medical people suspect HIV in cases where multiple family members were raped (it’s a numbers game). HIV is now being used as one more weapon of war. Essentially the genocide of the War in Rwanda has simply spilled over into the DCR (never a beacon of stability) where it continues unabated. The legacy left by the Tutsis and the Hutus has been one of mass slaughter. The République Démocratique du Congo was the next logical place this conflict would leak into like a disease itself.

It continues to astound me that men and boys are being raped. Raping a boy will easily perforate his bowel, and he’s as good as dead, and we pretend it’s not happening. It is happening. Rape is being used as a mechanism to conduct biological warfare in the form of HIV. The war in République Démocratique du Congo is particularly vicious. I would argue that it is a crime against humanity to rape either men or women and use HIV as a biological weapon.

I was becoming a part of the problem. I was not going to tell you about Moise being gang raped in front of his family while they were forced to watch. Or be shot to death. They were shot to death anyway.

Moise was only hacked up with a machete. The rebels — they are actually Ugandan soldiers — must counting bullets.

 

 

(**Blood Diamond.  Directed by Edward Zwick 2006)

Moise was left for dead by the males (some were boys themselves) who committed this crime.

 

Rape and HIV as a weapon of war.

The post-World War II Nuremberg trials condemned rape as a crime against humanity. Governments must be willing to enforce international law and codes of conduct, while also supporting counseling and other services for victims.


The Hidden Victims of Wartime Rape By LARA STEMPLE

Op-Ed Contributor. NYTimes: Published: March 1, 2011 (Lara Stemple is the director of graduate studies and of the Health and Human Rights Law Project at the University of California, Los Angeles, School of Law).

AS disturbing new reports of male rape in Congo made clear, wartime sexual violence isn’t limited to women and girls. But in its ongoing effort to eradicate rape during conflict, the United Nations continues to overlook a significant imperative: ending wartime sexual assault of men and boys as well.

Sexual violence against men does occasionally make the news: the photographs of the sexual abuse and humiliation of Iraqi men at the Abu Ghraib prison, for example, stunned the world.

Yet there are thousands of similar cases, less well publicized but well documented by researchers, in places as varied as Chile, Greece and Iran. The United Nations reported that out of 5,000 male concentration camp detainees held near Sarajevo during the Bosnian conflict, 80 percent acknowledged having been abused sexually. In El Salvador, 76 percent of male political prisoners told researchers they had experienced sexual torture.

Rape has long been a way to humiliate, traumatize and silence the enemy. For many of the same reasons that combatants assault women and girls, they also rape men and boys.

Nevertheless, international legal documents routinely reflect the assumption that sexual violence happens only to women and girls. There are dozens of references to “violence against women” — defined to include sexual violence — in United Nations human rights resolutions, treaties and agreements, but most don’t mention sexual violence against men.

Ignoring male rape has a number of consequences. For one, it not only neglects men and boys, it also harms women and girls by reinforcing a viewpoint that equates “female” with “victim,” thus hampering our ability to see women as strong and empowered.

In the same way, silence about male victims reinforces unhealthy expectations about men and their supposed invulnerability. Such hyper-masculine ideals encourage aggressive behavior in men that is dangerous for the women and girls with whom they share their lives.

Sex-specific stereotypes also distort the international community’s response. Women who have suffered rape in conflict have likely endured non-sexual trauma as well. But when they are treated as “rape victims,” their other injuries get minimized.

Conversely, when men have experienced sexual abuse and are treated solely as “torture victims,” we ignore the sexual component of their suffering. Indeed, doctors and emergency aid workers are rarely trained to recognize the physical signs of male rape or to provide counseling to its victims.

Our failure to acknowledge male rape leaves it in the shadows, compounding the humiliation that survivors experience. For instance, the majority of Tamil males in Sri Lanka who were sexually assaulted during that country’s long civil war did not report it to the authorities at the time, later explaining that they were simply too ashamed.

The United Nations has attempted to take wartime rape seriously. In 2000 the Security Council passed Resolution 1325 which, among other things, promotes gender-sensitive training in peacekeeping, encourages hiring more women in peacekeeping roles and calls for better protection of women and girls in conflict zones. This is a crucial undertaking, but the agreement neglects to address sexual violence against men and boys.

At a ceremony last year marking the resolution’s 10th anniversary, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton announced that the United States would develop a plan to accelerate the advancement of its goals, including $44 million for women’s equality initiatives around the world.

This is an important commitment. But the American government should expand its efforts to include the many international programs working with men and boys to challenge entrenched ideas about manhood and to stop the cycle of violence.

The International Criminal Court, nearly all American states and many countries use a sex-neutral definition of sexual assault. The United Nations and the White House must likewise move beyond the shortcomings of Resolution 1325 and commit to ending wartime sexual violence against everyone.


Rapes Are Again Reported in Eastern Congo By JEFFREY GETTELMAN

NYTimes: Published: February 25, 2011

GOMA, Congo — It was around 11 p.m. when armed men burst into Kazungu Ziwa’s hut, put a machete to his throat and yanked down his pants. Mr. Ziwa is a tiny man, about four feet, six inches tall. He tried to fight back, but said he was quickly beaten down.

For years, eastern Congo has been a reservoir of atrocities.

“Then they raped me,” he said. “It was horrible, physically. I was dizzy. My thoughts just left me.”

For years, the thickly forested hills and clear, deep lakes of eastern Congo have been a reservoir of atrocities. Now, it seems, there is another growing problem: men raping men.

According to Oxfam, Human Rights Watch, United Nations officials and several Congolese aid organizations, the number of men who have been raped has risen sharply in recent months, a consequence of joint Congo-Rwanda military operations against rebels that have uncapped an appalling level of violence against civilians.

Aid workers struggle to explain the sudden spike in male rape cases. The best answer, they say, is that the sexual violence against men is yet another way for armed groups to humiliate and demoralize Congolese communities into submission.

The United Nations already considers eastern Congo the rape capital of the world, and Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton is expected to hear from survivors on her visit to the country next week. Hundreds of thousands of women have been sexually assaulted by the various warring militias haunting these hills, and right now this area is going through one of its bloodiest periods in years.

The joint military operations that began in January between Rwanda and Congo, David and Goliath neighbors who were recently bitter enemies, were supposed to end the murderous rebel problem along the border and usher in a new epoch of cooperation and peace. Hopes soared after the quick capture of a renegade general who had routed government troops and threatened to march across the country.

But aid organizations say that the military maneuvers have provoked horrific revenge attacks, with more than 500,000 people driven from their homes, dozens of villages burned and hundreds of villagers massacred, including toddlers thrown into open fires.

And it is not just the rebels being blamed. According to human rights groups, soldiers from the Congolese Army are executing civilians, raping women and conscripting villagers to lug their food, ammunition and gear into the jungle. It is often a death march through one of Africa’s lushest, most stunning tropical landscapes, which has also been the scene of a devastatingly complicated war for more than a decade.

“From a humanitarian and human rights perspective, the joint operations are disastrous,” said Anneke Van Woudenberg, a researcher for Human Rights Watch.

The male rape cases span several hundred miles and possibly include hundreds of victims. The American Bar Association, which runs a sexual violence legal clinic in Goma, said that more than 10 percent of its cases in June were men.

Brandi Walker, an aid worker at Panzi hospital in nearby Bukavu, said, “Everywhere we go, people say men are getting raped, too.”

But nobody knows the exact number. Men here, like anywhere, are reluctant to come forward. Several who did said they instantly became castaways in their villages, lonely, ridiculed figures, derisively referred to as “bush wives.”

Since being raped several weeks ago, Mr. Ziwa, 53, has not shown much interest in practicing animal medicine, his trade for years. He limps around (his left leg was crushed in the attack) in a soiled white lab coat with “veterinaire” printed on it in red pen, carrying a few biscuit-size pills for dogs and sheep.

“Just thinking about what happened to me makes me tired,” he said.

The same is true for Tupapo Mukuli, who said he was pinned down on his stomach and gang-raped in his cassava patch seven months ago. Mr. Mukuli is now the lone man in the rape ward at Panzi hospital, which is filled with hundreds of women recovering from rape-related injuries. Many knit clothes and weave baskets to make a little money while their bodies heal.

But Mr. Mukuli is left out.

“I don’t know how to make baskets,” he said. So he spends his days sitting on a bench, by himself.

The male rape cases are still just a fraction of those against women. But for the men involved, aid workers say, it is even harder to bounce back.

“Men’s identity is so connected to power and control,” Ms. Walker said.

And in a place where homosexuality is so taboo, the rapes carry an extra dose of shame.

“I’m laughed at,” Mr. Mukuli said. “The people in my village say: ‘You’re no longer a man. Those men in the bush made you their wife.’

Aid workers here say the humiliation is often so severe that male rape victims come forward only if they have urgent health problems, like stomach swelling or continuous bleeding. Sometimes even that is not enough. Ms. Van Woudenberg said that two men whose penises were cinched with rope died a few days later because they were too embarrassed to seek help. Castrations also seem to be increasing, with more butchered men showing up at major hospitals.

Last year, Congo’s rape epidemic appeared to be easing a bit, with fewer cases reported and some rapists jailed. But today, it seems like that thin veneer of law and order has been stripped away. The way villagers describe it, it is open season on civilians.

Muhindo Mwamurabagiro, a tall, graceful woman with long, strong arms, explained how she was walking to the market with friends when they were suddenly surrounded by a group of naked men.

“They grabbed us by the throat and threw us down and raped us,” she said.

Worse, she said, one of the rapists was from her village.

“I yelled, ‘Father of Kondo, I know you, how can you do this?’ ”

One mother said a United Nations peacekeeper raped her 12-year-old boy. A United Nations spokesman said that he had not heard that specific case but that there were indeed a number of new sexual abuse allegations against peacekeepers in Congo and that a team was sent in late July to investigate.

Congolese health professionals are becoming exasperated. Many argue for a political solution, not a military one, and say Western powers should put more pressure on Rwanda, which is widely accused of preserving its own stability by keeping the violence on the other side of the border.

“I understand the world feels guilty about what happened in Rwanda in 1994,” said Denis Mukwege, the lead doctor at Panzi Hospital, referring to Rwanda’s genocide. “But shouldn’t the world feel guilty about what’s happening in Congo today?”

 

 

Moise is fleeing rebel soldiers who happen to be from Rwanda

Moise was only hacked up with a machete. The rebels — they are actually Ugandan soldiers — must counting bullets.

 

Uganda

Friends of Orphans: Healing the Wounds of War 2008 Harriet Tubman Reintegration Award Winner. Friends of Orphans (FRO) in northern Uganda is a lifeline for former child slaves who were abducted by the Lord's Resistance Army and forced to commit atrocities in their own communities. These former child soldiers have survived the unimaginable. FRO starts with the basic food and medical care before moving on to educational and vocational help.

 

 

République Démocratique du Congo

WARNING: Explicit Imagery and Colloquial Language

Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV)

Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS)

 

Tim Barrus:  Director, Show Me Your Life

There will be many children on Show Me Your Life and some of them have very difficult stories to hear. But we must hear them and we will listen. Those of us involved in Show Me Your Life have been taken by surprise at the response from children and adolescents all around the world who express the idea that they would like very much to show us their lives and the manner in which they survive. And so they shall.

How do we ensure the safety of the children who participate in Show Me Your Life as they film how it is they live. There is no way they can be protected. They are simply out there in the middle of the tidal wave that is humanity. This is hard living. Usually, this stuff is filmed by documentary filmmakers. But not this time. These kids really do want to SHOW US THEIR LIVES. But are we really ready to look at what is going to be — is being — sent to us.

Many people at the World Health Organization (WHO) and other NGOs have heard about Show Me Your Life. The reason for this is because our MO of putting cameras in the hands of kids is almost revolutionary. Kids in schools everywhere have always created video. Not a new idea. But doing this with children who are directly involved in wars and children living on the streets has never been done the way we want to do it.

This is the child ripping off the veil of his own existence.

 

Tonight, we had some video come in from Moise who filmed a beheading (with machetes) in a Congo village. This is HIS life. The Congo is at war with itself. Five million people have perished in violence there. Raymond, Moise’s mentor, was shocked to his core. This time the less experienced boy is teaching the more experienced boy. The word experience implies a one-way street. Life is not like that. Real learning is an animal of some reciprocity. Raymond has decided to only show some stills. It is enough. The beheading is too horrific.

 

Raymond for Moise

This is for Moise who lives in the République démocratique du Congo. I am Raymond. I am your video mentor at The Studio. The video you have sent me is shocking. I have never seen a human being beheaded before. At first, I did not know what to say. I do not see how we can show a human being beheaded by soldiers. I am sorry. I am sorry you had to see this. I am sorry you are trying to run from these soldiers. Here is what I think we can do. I think I can try to get some still photography from this video. It is very dramatic. I will do that and we can still tell this story that you are fleeing soldiers, who are raping and killing people village to village. I am praying for you to live. You need to know that I will always tell you the truth. This project was designed for something less than this. But we need to know this is happening in your part of the world. That does not mean I know how to make what photographs we will come up with important. But I will try. Please be as safe as possible. I am in awe of your ability to survive this. Your friend, Raymond

 

Henry and Princess

Dear Moise, I live in America. I am nearly nine. I go to school. I think you are brave. I am sorry about all the very bad things.  My sister is nearly seven, she thinks you need to leave there to be safe. I think may be you can't leave. We are thinking about you. Your friend Henry.

Dear Moise, I am seven.  I live in America. I am not like you, because I have a home and I can eat vanilla ice-cream when I want to.  My name is Princess.  I think you should leave the Congo and go to a safe place.  But I don’t know where is safe. I hope you get better soon.

 

The medical personnel who facilitated Moise in contacting us explained that Moise was the one forced to rape and kill his mother in front of the family. Then Moise was raped and cut which is why he sought medical attention. Moise was left for dead by the males (some were boys themselves) who committed this crime.

Moise died on in March 2011. 

- a note from Tim Barrus (Director, Show Me Your Life; Founder, Cinemateque Films)

Raymond was mentoring the first student in Show Me Your Life, Moise, who was subject to a machete attack by Ugandan soldiers. Moise died from his wounds. He might have lived, but his HIV status rendered him at-risk for infection. There were no antibiotics available that might have been able to deal with the infections. Moise and Raymond did not manage to get much video out that went to Moise showing us his life. Moise's VideoArt spoke of soldiers who were raping women. I was the censor on that one and the images I deleted were of a young girl being raped by the same soldiers who would kill Moise.

And yet these images, difficult to look at, are part of the story of their lives.

Show Me Your Life is not a rendering of children into Disneyfied images that have no relationship to the reality of how most children live in the real world. That world is one of extraordinary bullying, warfare, sexwork, HIV, malaria, a workweek of eighty hours in a sweatshop, addiction, starvation, and abuse. None of these issues can be divorced from any of the others. This IS how children live their lives. I have grown weary of deleting scenes that might upset those who would erase us and our stories if they could.

Raymond was deeply affected by the death of Moise. I did not think we would end up with short-minute video clips that would give insight into how to make a video. That is not really what we do. We are struggling to tell children to show us their lives and then when they do the subsequent screaming of outrage by adults who should know better ensues.

I am learning, too. What is important to show. What is important to construct as metaphor. What is important not to show.

Show me your life.

Before he died, Moise disclosed. He had been raped repeatedly his entire life by soldiers from adjoining countries who continue to use HIV as a biological weapon of war. The United Nations estimates that the number of people who have died as a result of HIV/AIDS infection in the République Démocratique du Congo alone, to be in the millions.

 

“Sight without confronting the past” by © Carolyn Srygley-Moore

How can we see Africa without confronting the past.~~ Tim

 

Children murdered by soldiers in the Congo. One child.

 

You held his hand his camera held....a vision, gestating.

            One sees the animism

one sees the transcendence           the black, black skin 

 

of which the whites were innately envious.

We are fashioned of school paste.               I ask you

 

How do we stop writing of trauma when trauma

exists      meteors of trauma

 

flesh entering the atmosphere of hatred of stupidity

of mistrust

entrails burning         until the rock makes

 

its mark in the canyon.

                           I cannot see a piece of glass          in any manner

as I once did          a piece of wood

 

blood on a medicine man's doll: what is white magic

what is darkness           called upon

 

as the gold skinned snake is called upon

mid-apocalypse     ?      My brother who traveled the 3rd world

 

extensively once said all who live in America are

spoiled. I wonder.

 

How does one speak of Africa           indeed of life at all

without speaking of the past?

                                                      I peel my chalked skin

 

it does not make me weep          the pain

my own pain is nothing.

 

I hear the voices of the damned

those damned   by humanity

 

those tangled in the apparati of the penal colony.

I hear the voices of the damned

 

paired with flute violin brushes heaped with color

such are the voices of the damned

 

ripely coiling upward          strangling tree strangling

what does not permit them to reach sky.

 

Moise is missed by his Show Me Your Life friends around the world.

Moise died. Why, Tim, why. And not from AIDS but from his infected machete wound so in the end it was AIDS that became a warzone. I know he felt trapped. By the virus that is violence. By his survival and running. By seeing his family killed like that. By soldiers on one side and soldiers on the other side.

 

Jasha

"Cornered" by Jasha Arsov (Cinemateque Films, Russia)

I am always feeling cornered. By death. By the life that encircles me with walls and cubicles and boxes and the weight of history and the gravitas (translator’s word) of definitions and old dead bones. I feel trapped in languages and with Tim translating; Tim writing it down as we attempt to work together and bridge what is human to the two of us

— Tim, what does this mean please write it down I do not understand —

what death means and what life means now and me hearing but I do not know what anyone means anymore. Moise died. Why, Tim, why. And not from AIDS but from his infected machete wound so in the end it was AIDS that became a warzone. I know he felt trapped. By the virus that is violence. By his survival and running. By seeing his family killed like that. By soldiers on one side and soldiers on the other side.

This video is for Moise. I learned a lot from you.

Tim says learn one. Do one. Teach one. This is the doing.

I do not know what “Cornered” says. The video is my voice. The images themselves are only stories. Narratives like the Russian doll inside the doll inside the doll inside the smiling doll. It’s all a prison. We are imprisoned. We all have bars that keep us caged. I grew up disassembling all those dolls. Now, I only want to reconstruct them so I can understand what was actually on the inside.

It doesn’t really matter if Tim screws up with translations. It’s only important that we see what was on the inside of the doll is the doll. There are no answers to a Russian mystery. That is what HIV and AIDS are to most Russians. Another mystery and maybe it is not real. We suspect everything. To only reveal a litany of dolls that that are pulled from my bad dreams of being chased and scars and outer shells.

I told Moise he would have great scars when he healed. But then he said, “They will kill me.”

Yes. I have searched among the ragged sycamores.

I have pushed the memories away into the forgotten blue room.

The real war is to learn to cherish whatever moments we have whether we are running from a group of soldiers or escaping the prison inside the prison inside the prison’s walls.

It is all a trap.

There is no escape but one.

I do hope Moise found his.

 

 

**Cinemateque Films: Art Education: Students are allowed access to fair use art materials and mixed media in the teaching of iconic manipulation in photographic, video and film production. Representations and facsimiles are presented as teaching tools and instruments employed to instruct students in the techniques and application of mixed media art and collage. The Digital Millennium Copyright Act allows art-teaching entities the fair use of such materials in classroom and teaching-research applications.

Shame

It's really sad to see how kids within this continent still struggle 2 get as little as LIFE, not to mention basic human rights. I feel lucky to have been born in South Africa. Though this country has its own dramatic history, I and my friends have never experienced such brutality to mankind by another, just for political reasons. Even though I'm describing my life as picture perfect I'm well aware that some1 (maybe my age or even younger) could be living the opposite. Maybe not even far from me. Not even for political reasons!

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