The First Republic was born in blood. The pogroms of 1959\u20131964 against Tutsi were not accidental eruptions of peasant rage but the result of colonial racial engineering weaponized by post-independence elites. Habyarimana entered the military at precisely this moment, absorbing both the ideology and the practice of state violence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The massacres of 1963\u20131964, where tens of thousands of Tutsi civilians were slaughtered not because they posed any military threat, but because their existence was outlined or considered as collective guilt. The state learned that it could kill with impunity if it spoke the language of security.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Habyarimana learned something even more important: murderous violence did not weaken the state\u2014it strengthened it. Each massacre consolidated power, redistributed land and jobs, and reinforced ethnic hierarchies. This was a style of governance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By 1965, Habyarimana was Minister of Defence, head of the army, and controller of the national police. In any regime, this is decisive power. In a fragile, ethnically polarized state, it is absolute power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
President Gr\u00e9goire Kayibanda occupied the presidency, but Habyarimana controlled the means of coercion. The distinction matters. Kayibanda spoke; Habyarimana acted. Kayibanda absorbed blame; Habyarimana accumulated leverage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Up to 1973, repression of Tutsi was systematic and bureaucratic. Quotas were enforced in schools. Tutsi students were expelled under the pretext of restoring balance. Tutsi civil servants were dismissed, sometimes violently intimidated into exile. Private sector employees were purged quietly. Each act appeared administrative; together, they constituted social engineering under democracy and republic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was not only ethnic persecution\u2014it was a political crime preparation. Educated Tutsi were considered dangerous. By dismantling Tutsi social capital, Habyarimana eliminated potential rivals and preempted alternative futures.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the meantime, he cultivated loyalty within the officer corps, promoting those bound to him by shared complicity. Blood became a bond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The pogroms of early 1973 is something often but wrongly described as spontaneous ethnic unrest. This is a fib sustained by repetition. What happened between February\u2013March 1973 was for all intents and purposes\u2014manufactured disorder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Across Rwanda, identical patterns emerged: Tutsi students expelled en masse, civil servants dismissed overnight, local authorities mobilized against a single category of citizens. Such coordination does not arise organically. It requires command and established structure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The National Security Service, led by Lieutenant-Colonel Alexis Kanyarengwe, acted under the authority of the Ministry of Defence. The system was in automation. Orders flowed downward\u2014as chaos flowed outward. Kayibanda was portrayed as powerless, while Habyarimana positioned himself as the only man capable of restoring order.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was Machiavelli\u2019s principle in action: create the disorder from which you will later rescue the state. Crucially, after the coup, none of these injustices were corrected. No reinstatement. No compensation. No apology. Because the injustice was not an error\u2014it was the objective and necessity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Coup d\u2019\u00c9tat and the decapitation of Gitarama<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The coup of 5 July 1973 was surgical. Kayibanda fell. Institutions dissolved. Rwanda entered the era of military absolutism. But the real ferocity unfolded in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Politicians from Gitarama\u2014the historic and symbolic heart of Kayibanda\u2019s power\u2014were arrested, disappeared. Some victims vanished into mass graves. Others were thrown alive into the Rwabayanga caverns in Bugesera. Families were never notified. Mourning itself was forbidden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n These were not random acts of revenge. They were targeted eliminations designed to behead an entire political lineage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n President Habyarimana would later blamed Major Th\u00e9oneste Lizinde. This accusation was politically convenient and structurally absurd. In a regime where the president was simultaneously Head of State, Head of Government, and the Army Chief of Staff, no such operation could occur without his explicit authorization. This was not excess criminality. It was consolidation of power by blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not Long ago, The Voice of America\u2019s Kinyarwanda Service conducted one of the most significant investigations into the Gitarama killings. Journalists \u00c9tienne Karekezi and V\u00e9nuste Nshimiyimana accessed testimonies and documents that dismantled the official narrative.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Colonel Laurent Serubuga, Habyarimana\u2019s close associate, confirmed what logic already dictated: killings of this scale required presidential approval. The scapegoat vanished. Responsibility returned to its source.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This episode reveals Habyarimana\u2019s governing style with brutal clarity: kill, deny, scapegoat, normalize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After the coup, Habyarimana perfected authoritarian control. Rwanda became a single-party state under the MRND. Opposition was illegal. Political participation became ritualized loyalty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tutsi exclusion was no longer episodic; it was structural. Education quotas. Employment ceilings. Geographic isolation. All presented as fairness but enforced by fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Behind him stood an intelligence apparatus that ensured silence. Violence no longer needed to be constant; its memory sufficed. He invented fear as a new governing technology. Real textbook totalitarianism: the internalization of fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The empire of fear<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n If Rwanda under Juvenal Habyarimana had a properly written constitution, it could have been reduced to a single phrase: The President is everywhere, therefore he is nowhere responsible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Juv\u00e9nal Habyarimana did not merely rule Rwanda; he curated it. He curated institutions, violence, speech, silence, fear, and above all, appearances. His regime was built on dual performance: one face for the Rwandan population, another for the international community. This was not illogicality but dangerous choreography.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the center of this choreography stood a man who, for nearly eighteen years, held more titles than a medieval monarch and fewer constraints than an absolute king.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For close to eighteen years, Habyarimana perfected a political marvel that would make absolutist monarchs blush. He was simultaneously President of the Republic, Minister of Defence, Chief of Staff of the Army, Chief of Staff of the Gendarmerie, political supervisor of ORINFOR (the Rwanda Information Office), and ultimate authority over the Central Intelligence Services. In any other country, this would be called dictatorship. In Rwanda under Habyarimana, it was marketed as stability\u2014 the polite word for suffocation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n President Habyarimana created what one can call \u201cThe Republic of Self-Reporting\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The system he crafted perfected a bureaucratic absurdity worthy of ridicule if it had not been deadly. The President could instruct himself as Minister of Defence. The Minister of Defence could submit reports to the President in his capacity as Army Chief of Staff. Intelligence services could warn the Head of State\u2014who also controlled them\u2014about threats generated by structures he himself authorized.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In short, he did not merely run the state\u2014he was the state, folded neatly into one uniformed body. It was insulation. When responsibility is everywhere, it is nowhere. When power circulates only within one body, blame has no exit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In this arrangement, accountability became a farce. When something went wrong, Habyarimana could summon himself for clarification. As President, he could reprimand the Minister of Defence. As Minister of Defence, he could reassure the President that the Army Chief of Staff\u2014himself\u2014had the situation under control. As intelligence chief by proxy, he could conclude that extremists were acting independently. And as Umubyeyi, the protective father, he could sigh sadly and promise order.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kigali was not governed; it was occupied. Kigali under Habyarimana was less a city than a militarized diagram. Six military barracks surrounded the capital like architectural footnotes reminding civilians of the real text: force. The city\u2019s militarization was not a response to insecurity; it produced insecurity as a permanent condition. Soldiers were not deployed because danger existed. Danger existed because soldiers were deployed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The message was unambiguous: politics lived at gunpoint. It was symbolism. Two of Habyarimana\u2019s residences were deliberately but strategically positioned near military installations\u2014not for security alone, but for symbolic intimacy. The president ate and slept beside the army. The army breathed beside the president. If Rwanda was a body, Kigali was its clenched fist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This permanent militarization served a psychological purpose. Citizens were not simply governed\u2014 they were watched. Civilian life was allowed to exist only in the gaps between uniforms. Soldiers were not defenders; they were reminders. Every roadblock, every patrol, every uniform whispered the same sentence: power does not argue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To donors and diplomats, this was sold as \u201corder.\u201d To Rwandans, it was a warning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Angelic performance<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Among Juv\u00e9nal Habyarimana\u2019s most effective political weapons was not the gun, the prison, or the intelligence service, but language. Habyarimana toured the country as Umubyeyi, flashing smiles and distributing promises. In public speeches\u2014especially those delivered in Kinyarwanda and broadcast repeatedly on Radio Rwanda, the only radio station in the country\u2014Habyarimana cultivated the image of a leader who had done everything humanly possible for peace, unity, development and stability. Whenever his authority was questioned\u2014 or whenever pressure mounted from within or outside Rwanda, he returned to the same reassuring formula: \u201cNakoze ibishoboka byose\u2026\u201d or \u201cNtako ntagize\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Depending on tone and context, the meaning was clear and emotionally loaded: I did absolutely everything I could. I left nothing undone. I exhausted every possibility. There was nothing more I could give.<\/p>\n\n\n\n These phrases became a refrain. It was repeated in speeches, interviews, and addresses to the nation. Over time, it shaped how many Rwandans perceived their president: not as a calculating ruler, but as a well-intentioned father, a leader trapped by circumstances beyond his control. Yet behind this language of exhaustion and innocence lay a deeply Machiavellian strategy\u2014one that relied on moral inversion, selective truth, and emotional manipulation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On 5 October 1990, four days after the outbreak of war of liberation, President Habyarimana addressed the nation in a composed, almost pastoral tone. His words were carefully chosen, delivered in Kinyarwanda, and broadcast on Radio Rwanda, the only voice that mattered. To a frightened population, he declared:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTwagerageje uko dushoboye muri iyi ntambara baturoshyemo\u2026\u201d (We tried everything we could in this war that was imposed on us\u2026) Moments later, he posed a rhetorical question meant to silence doubt: \u201cNi iki tutakoze koko ngo dukemure ikibazo cy\u2019impunzi?\u201d (What, really, did we not do to solve the refugee problem?)<\/p>\n\n\n\n The message was evident. His regime was innocent. The war was an act of aggression imposed from outside. The refugee issue had been addressed profoundly. The president had done everything\u2014again. As with \u201cNakoze ibishoboka byose,\u201d or \u201cI did everything possible\u201d he said. This language was a moral performance, designed to absolve the speaker while shaping collective memory in real time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Habyarimana presented himself as a victim of circumstances, dragged into war despite his best efforts. The phrase with a word \u201cbaturoshyemo\u201d\u2014they threw us into it\u2014was very powerful. It removed agency. War was not the consequence of internal policies, decades of exclusion, or unresolved injustices. It was something external actors had inflicted upon an otherwise peaceful nation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By defining the conflict as a war of aggression, Habyarimana foreclosed any discussion of causality. If Rwanda had been attacked, then Rwanda could not be questioned. If the war had been imposed, then responsibility lay elsewhere\u2014on refugees, on neighboring countries, on unnamed enemies. The regime\u2019s long record of refusing refugee return, enforcing ethnic quotas, and repressing dissent vanished behind a single word: baturoshyemo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nowhere was this hypocrisy clearer than in his handling of the refugee question. For years, Habyarimana had maintained that the return of refugees was impossible. His justification, repeated endlessly in speeches and interviews, was encapsulated in another familiar phrase: \u201cNi nde utazi ko igihugu cyacu ari gito koko\u2026\u201d (Really, who does not know that our country is small\u2026)<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the surface, this sounded reasonable, even pragmatic. Rwanda was considered densely populated; land was scarce. But beneath this argument lay a clear political message: refugees should stay where they are. The statement was not an observation but a boundary. It told hundreds of thousands of Rwandans in exile that their return was neither expected nor desired.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Habyarimana spoke as if the refugee issue had been handled with exemplary goodwill. \u201cNi iki tutakoze koko?\u201d What had he not done? The answer, glaring in hindsight, was simple: he had never accepted the principle that refugees had an unconditional right to return. Instead, he framed their existence as a logistical problem, their aspirations as unrealistic, and their persistence as a threat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This contradiction was deliberate. Publicly, he claimed exhaustion\u2014everything had been tried. Privately and structurally, the policy remained unchanged: delay, deflect, deny. The refugee question was not solved; it was managed rhetorically.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By October 1990, this strategy had reached its limit. Decades of exclusion, coupled with categorical refusal of return, had produced armed resistance. Yet even then, Habyarimana refused to acknowledge any causal link between his policies and the war. To do so would have shattered the carefully constructed image of the benevolent father-president.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, he doubled down on angelic language. He spoke softly, invoked national unity, and presented himself as a man burdened by events beyond his control. The tone mattered as much as the content. Calmness suggested sincerity. Repetition suggested truth. And monopoly over the airwaves ensured there would be no immediate challenge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For many listeners, the effect was powerful. If the president had truly tried everything, then blame had to lie elsewhere. Refugees became aggressors. Political opponents became accomplices. War became an unfortunate intrusion rather than the outcome of deliberate exclusion. Language did what policy could no longer do: neutralize accountability.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Habyarimana understood something essential: control the narrative, and you control responsibility. By constantly presenting himself as a man who had \u201cdone everything,\u201d he implied that any failure\u2014violence, repression, exclusion, war\u2014was not the result of his choices, but of fate, stubborn enemies, or uncontrollable forces. The phrase \u201cNakoze ibishoboka byose\u201d was not humility; it was a rhetorical shield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In Kinyarwanda political culture, such language carries particular weight. It invokes moral sincerity, effort beyond duty, even sacrifice. To say \u201cntako ntagize\u201d is to suggest that one has emptied oneself entirely for the common good. When spoken by a president who monopolized the airwaves, it had a powerful anesthetic effect. Listeners were not invited to examine policies or contradictions; they were asked to feel reassured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This was especially effective because Radio Rwanda was not just a medium\u2014it was the voice of authority. There was no competing station to question, contextualize, or challenge the message. Repetition turned assertion into truth. Over time, many internalized the idea that Habyarimana was a man forced by circumstances to make hard decisions he never truly wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Yet the record of his dictatorial rule tells a different story. The same man who claimed to have \u201cleft nothing undone\u201d presided over the systematic exclusion of Tutsi from education, public employment, and political power. The expulsions of students in 1973 were never reversed. The purges of elites were never corrected. Refugees were told they could not return because the country was \u201ctoo full,\u201d while land was redistributed to regime loyalists. Opposition was tolerated only when it posed no real threat. When pressure increased\u2014whether from internal dissent, international actors, or armed rebellion\u2014the language softened, but the structures of repression remained intact.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This is where Habyarimana\u2019s hypocrisy becomes most evident. In public, he spoke the language of exhaustion and goodwill. In practice, he maintained a system built on fear, ethnic calculation, and controlled violence. He presented himself as someone who had tried everything, while carefully ensuring that the most meaningful options\u2014genuine power-sharing, dismantling ethnic quotas, ending impunity\u2014were never pursued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This rhetorical posture reached its peak during the early 1990s. As the war intensified and political pluralism was reluctantly introduced, Habyarimana multiplied speeches portraying himself as a guarantor of calm, a man besieged by extremists on all sides. The Arusha Accords were publicly embraced, then quietly undermined. When questioned about genocidal massacres, he spoke of chaos imposed by others. Again, when things stalled, the familiar refrain returned: Nakoze ibishoboka byose or I did everything I could. The failure was never his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The danger of this language is not only that it deceived, but that it disarmed moral judgment. If the president had truly done everything, then no one could legitimately demand more. Responsibility dissolved into abstraction. Violence became unfortunate but inevitable. Victims became collateral to a leader\u2019s supposed good faith.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the end, the angelic image constructed through words did not match the reality shaped by policy and power. The Genocide against the Tutsi was not the result of exhaustion or helplessness. It was the outcome of decades of choices\u2014some made openly, others concealed behind soothing phrases broadcast into every home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Habyarimana\u2019s repeated insistence that he had \u201cdone everything\u201d was not a confession of limits; it was a calculated absolution of self. It allowed him to appear innocent while remaining central, paternal while authoritarian, angelic while a genocidaires. That performance was devastatingly effective\u2014until history stripped away the mask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Seduction of the World<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Possibly the most ridiculous mockery of the Habyarimana era was his repeated insistence\u2014especially after 1990\u2014that Rwanda enjoyed freedom of expression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Yes, there was speech. It was plentiful, loud and seriously venomous. Publications such as Kangura, Kamarampaka, M\u00e9daille Nyiramacibiri, and others did not appear by accident. They were not rogue pamphlets produced by marginal lunatics. They were ideological tools\u2014incubators of hatred\u2014allowed, protected, and indirectly nourished by the state.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kangura published the infamous \u201cHutu Ten Commandments.\u201d Kamarampaka under Bernard Hategekimana alias Mukingo refined hatred and paranoia. M\u00e9daille Nyiramacibiri glorified exclusion. Together, they performed the intellectual labor of genocide long before machetes were raised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And when confronted, Habyarimana smiled and invoked freedom of speech. This was Machiavellianism at its purest. As Greene notes in The 48 Laws of Power:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNever appear as the aggressor. Let others do the dirty work, and you will seem innocent.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Habyarimana did not silence hate speech because it served him. He did not endorse it publicly because he did not have to. He allowed it to flourish, then pointed to it as evidence of democracy. Extremism spoke freely\u2014because it was speaking for power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That is how Habyarimana created political parties of hatred and arithmetic democracy. The establishment of the Coalition for the Defence of the Republic (CDR) in February 1992 was a tactical innovation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The MRND, Habyarimana\u2019s party, needed a mouth that could say what it could not say openly. CDR was that mouth. It did not compete with MRND; it complemented it. It radicalized the discourse, shifted the Overton window, and made MRND appear moderate by comparison.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Other parties followed similar ideological lines\u2014PARERWA, PDR, PECO, RAMARWANDA, and others. They all trafficked in the same ethnic paranoia, the same genocidal logic. But Habyarimana was not sentimental. Numbers mattered. Structure mattered. Utility mattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He tolerated pluralism not because he believed in it, but because fragmentation served him. Many parties, same ideology, one arbiter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And before the international community, he boasted: Look how many parties we have. Look how open our democracy is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Democracy, in this system, was not about choice. It was about multiplication.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One of the most revealing scenes of the regime\u2019s duplicity unfolded in Ruhengeri on November 15, 1992. In MRND\u2019s political rally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Habyarimana\u2019s threats were issued to unleash the Interahamwe militia, it was not him who appeared in the militias\u2019 garb. It was Agathe Kanziga, the First Lady\u2014dressed in Interahamwe uniform, embodying the violence that her husband announced in public.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This was not contradiction but role distribution. Agathe was the fist. Juv\u00e9nal was the handshake. The uniform and the suit came from the same wardrobe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She could threaten. He could reassure. She could mobilize rage. He could promise calm. Together, they covered the full spectrum of power: terror and legitimacy, brutality and respectability.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Robert Greene calls this strategic masking: \u201cThe most seductive leaders never show all their cards. They let others express what they themselves must deny.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n In Rwanda, extremism did not contradict the state. It was outsourced by it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Radio T\u00e9l\u00e9vision Libre des Mille Collines (RTLM) began broadcasting, it did not emerge from the margins. It was capitalized, structured, and protected. And crucially, Habyarimana was its number one shareholder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This single fact destroys decades of apologetics. Shareholding is intention\u2014and endorsement translated into capital.<\/p>\n\n\n\n RTLM did not inform it instructed. It served the system and commanded mass murderers. It named enemies, mapped bodies, rehearsed murder as entertainment. And it did so with the confidence of an institution that knew it was shielded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The task of financing this machinery fell to F\u00e9licien Kabuga. His son was married to Habyarimana\u2019s daughter. The circle closed. Genocide was no longer merely political; it was familial, economic, intimate. They created corporate governance of mass murder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As Greene writes in The Art of Seduction, the most effective manipulation is emotional, not rational\u2014fear, resentment, humiliation. RTLM was mass seduction through hatred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The country did not \u201cslide\u201d into genocide. It was talked into it. It was a family business model of power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Habyarimana\u2019s system functioned like a family-owned conglomerate. At the center stood Agathe Kanziga, the quiet axis around which influence rotated. Through her, two figures emerged as kingmakers: Colonel Elie Sagatwa and Protais Zigiranyirazo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Kabuga joined, genocide ceased to be merely political. It became domestic. A family affair. A merger between state violence and private capital.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Perhaps Habyarimana\u2019s most perverse achievement was convincing the world that he was moderate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His genius was to preside over radicalization while presenting himself as its firewall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Power so concentrated becomes immune to truth. There is no feedback loop, only echo. Orders descend. Praise ascends. Reality disappears in between.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On 6 April 1994, Habyarimana\u2019s plane was shot down. In death, he was transformed by apologists into a victim\u2014an innocent man murdered just as he was about to save Rwanda.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This narrative is offensive. One does not spend decades centralizing violence, militarizing society, monopolizing information, financing hate media, empowering militias, and binding genocide to family networks\u2014only to become a tragic bystander.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fire does not absolve the arsonist. Rather, the fire consumed the arsonist. Habyarimana\u2019s Rwanda was not a failed state. It was an over-effective one\u2014successful at exclusion, fear, manipulation, and death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man who reported to himself built a country that answered to no one\u2014and burned accordingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Foreign governments wanted stability. Aid agencies wanted access. Churches wanted quiet. Habyarimana gave them all a story they were eager to believe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As Greene warns in The Art of Seduction: \u201cPeople want to be deceived when the deception flatters their hopes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The hope was that Rwanda could reform without dismantling its foundations. Habyarimana sold that hope\u2014while sharpening the knives beneath the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There is something obscene about a democracy where hate publications flourished freely, while lives did not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And there is something instructive about the fact that genocide did not begin with machetes, but with suits, microphones, party charters, family ties, and carefully staged denials.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Juv\u00e9nal Habyarimana did not preside over contradictions. He engineered them. He did not lose control. He distributed it. The system burned exactly as designed. And the man who reported to himself ensured that no one else could stop the fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" For more than two decades, President Juv\u00e9nal Habyarimana was sold\u2014carefully, relentlessly, and cynically\u2014as \u201cUmubyeyi\u201d, the protective father of the Rwandan nation. This was not merely propaganda in the ordinary sense; it was political theater elevated into a governing doctrine. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2000111929,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20],"tags":[],"byline":[271],"hashtag":[],"class_list":["post-2000111928","opinion","type-opinion","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-opinions","byline-tom-ndahiro"],"bylines":[{"id":271,"name":"Tom Ndahiro","slug":"tom-ndahiro","description":"","image":{"id":0,"url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/?s=96&d=mm&f=y&r=g","alt":"Default avatar","title":"Default avatar","caption":"","mime_type":"image\/jpeg","sizes":[]},"user_id":null}],"contributors":[{"id":271,"name":"Tom Ndahiro","slug":"tom-ndahiro","description":"","image":{"id":0,"url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/?s=96&d=mm&f=y&r=g","alt":"Default avatar","title":"Default avatar","caption":"","mime_type":"image\/jpeg","sizes":[]},"user_id":null}],"featured_image":{"id":2000111929,"url":"https:\/\/cdn.igihe.com\/en\/2026\/05\/Juvenal_Habyarimana_Andrews_Air_Force_Base_Maryland_USA_-_1980.jpg","alt":"","caption":"For more than two decades, President Juv\u00e9nal Habyarimana was sold\u2014carefully, relentlessly, and cynically\u2014as \u201cUmubyeyi\u201d, the protective father of the Rwandan nation.","mime_type":"image\/jpeg","width":2817,"height":1809,"sizes":{"thumbnail":{"url":"https:\/\/cdn.igihe.com\/en\/2026\/05\/Juvenal_Habyarimana_Andrews_Air_Force_Base_Maryland_USA_-_1980.jpg","width":2817,"height":1809},"medium":{"url":"https:\/\/cdn.igihe.com\/en\/2026\/05\/Juvenal_Habyarimana_Andrews_Air_Force_Base_Maryland_USA_-_1980.jpg","width":2817,"height":1809},"medium_large":{"url":"https:\/\/cdn.igihe.com\/en\/2026\/05\/Juvenal_Habyarimana_Andrews_Air_Force_Base_Maryland_USA_-_1980.jpg","width":2817,"height":1809},"large":{"url":"https:\/\/cdn.igihe.com\/en\/2026\/05\/Juvenal_Habyarimana_Andrews_Air_Force_Base_Maryland_USA_-_1980.jpg","width":2817,"height":1809},"full":{"url":"https:\/\/cdn.igihe.com\/en\/2026\/05\/Juvenal_Habyarimana_Andrews_Air_Force_Base_Maryland_USA_-_1980.jpg","width":2817,"height":1809}}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/opinion\/2000111928","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/opinion"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/opinion"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2000111928"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/opinion\/2000111928\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2000111930,"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/opinion\/2000111928\/revisions\/2000111930"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2000111929"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2000111928"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2000111928"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2000111928"},{"taxonomy":"byline","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/byline?post=2000111928"},{"taxonomy":"hashtag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/new.igihe.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/hashtag?post=2000111928"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"https:\/\/cdn.igihe.com\/en\/2026\/05\/Juvenal_Habyarimana_Andrews_Air_Force_Base_Maryland_USA_-_1980.jpg\")