I still have lots to say about Monday evening, when I went to Butare to see how the students at the National University commemorated the anniversary of the start of the genocide.
And I still think pretty much only about that when I look across my garden at the busy road leading up to the town, and the cluster of houses just behind it.
But I can’t blog about Butare at the moment, because, among other reasons, I’m too busy writing like crazy person to get my editors some copy about the war and reconciliation and how people are coping with death and rape and amputation in Sierra Leone.
At SIPA, where I did some grad work in international affairs, folks were fond of talking about “sequencing” for big-scale democracy-promotion or development projects. I wish I had paid a little more attention during those conversations, and thought a little harder about the sequencing of my own projects. Because this is kind of a lot of war, even for me.
