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International News Roundup

Thursday, November 13th, 2008

Suicide Bombs Just Won’t Stop Afghanistan took another grieving day today after a Taliban suicide bomber packed a tanker truck chock full of explosives and detonated it in Kandahar’s temporary council office. Felt throughout the city, the bomb killed six people, wounded 40 and caused five houses to cave in on themselves. Few newspapers or Web sites ever analyze what bomb-wounded really means: these folks may not be dead, but they’re badly burnt, some of them maimed or blinded, nursing gashes and lost limbs. Even one dead or one wounded is still too many.

Another Bomb and…Attending School is a…Sin? And in the same article as above, we learn that in another part of Afghanistan, the Nangarhar Province, not only did a Taliban suicide bomber slam into an American military convoy, killing what media outlets have estimated at between 56 and 74 people, but also that two as-yet-unidentified motorcyclists sprayed eight adolescent girls on their way to school with battery acid. Why? Because they were women attempting to receive an education.

When Will the Congo Heal If it’s not Belgian oppression, it’s widespread rape. If it’s not rape, it’s coerced fighting. Young men in eastern Congo have run from their homes, choosing displacement over membership to rebel forces. These men have explained the rebels beat their home doors down, seeking new ranks, stopping at nothing to gain new hands to help their cause.

Europe Wants no More from Russia (With Love or Not) Tired of facing the fact that more than 60 percent of its energy comes from imports (two fifths of that Russian in source), the EU is planning a supergrid of internal power supplies (e.g. increasing dependence on North Sea area wind farms) that would rely less on Russian monopoly.

Rapes like rustling leaves: a Congo notebook

Wednesday, October 10th, 2007

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One of the reasons I chose to come to the Congo is that for the past several weeks in Rwanda, I have been hearing rumors on the streets that the war in Congo will get bad again and very soon. I am in the east of the DRC in a city called Goma in a province named North Kivu, which has not experienced prolonged peace since 1994, when the consequences of the Rwandan genocide first spread across the region, exacerbating tensions everywhere.

The singular reason people think the war here will escalate again is because the incidence of rape is soaring.

In Congo this is like the rustling of leaves before a storm, part of the nightmare theater of the absurd the people here have suffered before. Rape here is so common that journalists don’t report on it, generally dismissing it as part of the problematic culture of the region. No newspaper stories but Doctors Without Borders chronicled a doubling in the amount of rapes last month.

The streets of Goma are tense and dangerous. Two nights ago six people were murdered and the following morning thirty-five rebels were killed. Helicopter gun ships and aged Russian cargo planes fill the skies.

Reliable information is a rare commodity. Within eighty miles there are hundreds of thousands of displaced people living in make-shift camps, multiple vicious armies and militias, starvation in the jungles, child soldiers, nearly twenty thousand UN personnel—the only “blue helmets” in the world authorized to use force—and yet there are only a handful of journalists, most of whom are transient, here and gone before they can know enough to make an impact.

I’m supposed to be headed to a region that has not received food for six weeks because it was deprived of aid until the battle lines moved. The human calamity is anticipated to be the same or worse as the recent famine in Niger… I’ll be sure to send pictures.

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Andrew McGregor is a contributing Africa reporter. This is the first in a series of notebook entries from Congo.