Justice has at last caught up with the mastermind of the 1994 Genocide against Tutsis. Colonel Theoneste Bagosora’s trial has dragged on for close to seven years, and in that period, possibly because he knew the die had already been cast in favour of his victims, he turned the trial into a macabre circus.
The arrogance of the man and his defence team was displayed throughout the trial that at times it made one wonder whether, unlike King Midas who turned everything he touched into gold, Bagosora contaminated all who came within touching distance.
Despite the overwhelming evidence against him, documentary and otherwise, his lawyers and those of his three co-accused, turned the trial into a revisionist show whose fame hinged on their knack of goading and mocking defence witnesses most of them survivors of the chopping board carefully put together by the butchers in the dock.
They said the witnesses were agents of their worst nightmare, the RPF, which they said was behind the “masquerade” that the international community dared call “Genocide”.
Bagosora and his cohorts have been the guests of the international community, meeting their very whims in their quest to continue their “genocide of the minds” of survivors.
Bagosora and acolytes might go back to their cells with a smirk on their faces, knowing that they had carried out the most well-oiled and successful mass murders and the UN had picked the tab.
But as they toss and turn in their cozy prison beds, one thing is sure to nibble their minds; The UN money their families have been receiving because of splitting their lawyers’ fees, has been drying up; the people and country they tried to erase from the face of this world are striving.
That is the irony of this world. The honeymoon never lasts.