Nolan
450-522 November 5, 2009
Shake Hands With the Devil, Roméo Dallaire.
I have now completed the Novel, and this is the last reader response. Since the last response, things finally settled down, and eventually ended when enough force had been brought in, the “belligerents” as Dallaire calls them ran out of money, food, potable water, and ammunition. The clean up process then began, and Dalliare with his crew were finally able to relax. Naturally, since UNAMIR was primarily comprised of Canadians, they started a small game of hockey (it was actually field hockey) during some peaceful downtime to relieve some stress that had heavily built up on the troops. Once the violence had been declared over, and that UNAMIR had finally won the battle to restore peace in Rwanda, Roméo had a party for the first time in over a year. The combination of UNAMIR, UNAMIR 2, and Operation Turquoise had brought peace back to the warring nation, and their mission was complete there. The party must have been somewhat bittersweet because of the hundreds upon hundreds of lives that had been lost in the battles, and how the entire operation had been considered a failure halfway through, but they turned it around once they gathered enough attention from powerful countries, and in the very end returned with exponentially more power than they had begun with. After the party, and after Roméo ensured that the clean-up and healing processes had begun, and that Rwandans could handle the rest themselves, they were able to leave Africa. They finally departed on August 20, 1994. The whole thing had lasted nearly a year.
The book has come a long way from the beginning, starting from a small group of under armed, under funded, under powered, untried, battle fresh recruits. Those very soldiers used what they had and turned themselves into battle ready, hardened, powerful individuals, that were ready for anything. It took time, and sadly, the lives of many military operatives, as well as the lives of many innocent civilians in Rwanda. One of the saddest parts about reading this book has been the realization that this issue, many previous incidents, and a lot of current issues have been out of the light of the media. Nobody wants to have anything to do with it. The only time any attention is brought to these issues is when a celebrity or someone similar visits one of these countries, and calls attention to a small, seemingly bad area. The only problem with this is that in truth, those areas are nowhere near as bad as many others in the country, and even after all the attention the individual may call to the seemingly bad area, the light shed on the subject quickly dissipates back into nothing. There were times in the book when I was sure that the operation was doomed, and that there was nothing that could be done to save them aside from pulling out and leaving Rwanda to its own vices. I am extremely grateful that this did not happen as it would have lead to the deaths of many more innocent lives in Rwanda, and it would have made for a very uninteresting disappointing read.
The passage that struck me this last time around was one of the more surprising things that I have read in the book. The passage was, “By this point I wasn’t bothering to make excuses any more to disguise my quest for solitude. I would just sneak away and then drive around, thinking all manner of black thoughts that I couldn’t permit myself to say to anyone for fear of the effect on the morale of my troops. Without my marking the moment, death became a desired option. I hoped I would hit a mine or run into an ambush and just end it all. I think some part of me wanted to join the legions of dead, whom I felt I had failed. I could not face the thought of leaving Rwanda alive after so many people had died. On my travels around the country, whole roads and villages were empty, as if they’d been hit by a nuclear bomb or the bubonic plague. You could drive for miles without seeing a single human being or a single living creature. Everything seemed so dead.” (Dallaire 500). This passage was surprising because it was the first time I can recall that Roméo has given up. He has showed courage and power throughout the book up until this point, and it gives me as the reader a small peek into the softer side of the iron hard Roméo Dallaire that I have been reading about. I very much enjoyed reading Shake Hands With the Devil. If I had the chance to choose it again, I probably would. It was an entertaining, emotionally wrenching, informative, work of literature, and deserves more recognition than it has.