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Written by Vitalis Oyudo
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Thursday, 07 February 2008 |
I was never good with the machine gun.
With a cyclic rate of fire of 1150 rounds per minute (give or take 150, depending upon the age of your recoil spring), my bursts from the bipod would never be as short as the sergeant would have liked them, and they would invariably spread up and down over the target rows, instead of keeping the impacts nicely clustered in each mini-silhouette.
And yet I advocate using machine guns against the murderous rabble right now, advocate the clearing of roadblocks by the laws not of The Banana Republic of Kenya, but by the laws of terminal ballistics. So why would I say so – would my admittedly meagre credentials not speak against the expertise of my advice?
No they wouldn’t. For the woman who knoweth her strengths and her limitations is much more formidable than the one who does not know either, and the same supplies for me as a mere male. The Kenyan situation has presently left the domain of policing, and has entered the realm of military operations. That the enemy is from within, rather than from without, is not of consequence hereupon; it’s the rules of operations that have changed. When a gang of individual rapists sets upon a mother and her daughter and gang-rapes and cuts them (out of greed for land), as happened to the friends of one of KI’s authors only days ago, this is still a police problem. But if law and government are altogether suspended, administration has entirely ceased its activities (as it has in large parts of Nyanza and Rift Valley now), and murderous gangs rule with impunity -- then the large robbers’ den known as “state” has abdicated and has let its former powers to be snatched up by rivalling smaller robber gangs.
To counter and crush these human packs of hyenas, the rules are no longer those of warning, restraint and proportionality, as we must rightfully expect and enforce them from any police(wo)man who is investigating a single case and arresting an individual suspect, a suspect who foremost is also a fellow citizen with his human rights.
No; the rules of the emergency now are those of military operations. Be they the “search and destroy” motto of US Army Vietnam notoriety, be they Guderian’s “Klotzen nicht kleckern!” of German Wehrmacht tank attacks fame.
Let the troops come out now. Let them open fire at sight, immediately. Let everybody die in a volley of machine gun fire, or in a hail of canister shot from a tank cannon, let everybody die who raises his panga against his next, who attacks hapless refugees, who burns churches, who mans a roadblock, waiting to select and slaughter his defenceless victims. Let them all die - quickly, massively and brutally.
This will not restore peace. But it will restore calm, it will create order, it will protect the weak, shield the defenceless, and guard the innocent.
And only then, only after the sword of order has slain, the balance of justice can tremble and weigh again, and the gifts of Flora can be dispensed again. Only then, peace can be built, step-stone by step-stone, in communities at large, and in every small individual’s heart and mind.
I feel I would now be good with a machine gun. |
Vitalis Oyudo |
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However:
How else could one ever hope to build peace? It is not something that falls from Heaven, jettisoned by a flying saucer.
It did not even fall from Heaven when Christ was born; the angels only announced to the herdsmen a future, transcendental peace, not a chiliastic "here and now".
Alexander