…there are other issues with Rice’s record, both as U.N. ambassador and earlier as a senior Clinton administration official, that are all but certain to come out at any confirmation hearing, many of them concerning her performance in Africa. Critics say that since her failure to advocate an intervention in the terrible genocide in Rwanda in 1994 — Bill Clinton later said his administration’s unwillingness to act was the worst mistake of his presidency — she has conducted a dubious and naïve policy of looking the other way at allies who commit atrocities, reflecting to some degree the stark and emotionless realpolitik sometimes associated with Obama, who is traveling this week to another formerly isolated dictatorship: Burma.
Most recently, critics say, Rice held up publication of a U.N. report that concluded that the government of Rwandan President Paul Kagame, with whom she has a long and close relationship, was supplying and financing a brutal Congolese rebel force known as the M23 Movement. M23’s leader, Bosco Ntaganda, is wanted by the International Criminal Court for recruiting child soldiers and is accused of committing atrocities. She has even wrangled with Johnnie Carson, the assistant secretary of State for the Bureau of African Affairs, and others in the department, who all have been more critical of the Rwandans, according to some human-rights activists who speak with State’s Africa team frequently.
Instapundit/Michael Totten points to this recommendation by Yaacov Lozowick for the book Dancing in the Glory of Monsters: The Collapse of the Congo and the Great War of Africa. I haven’t read the book, but I’m sure that it’s well-written: Michael’s a pretty reliable gatekeeper for that sort of thing.
But… if there’s a place where Hell and Earth can be said to reliably intermix, it’d be the Congo. It’s been like that since the 19th Century and the Congo Free State*, and you probably don’t want to read up on the Belgian Congo when you’re having a good day, just eaten, and/or looking for a reason not to join a Cthulhu Mythos cult. Its history since then has been unmitigated awfulness leavened by the occasional bout of mere misery – and it seems like everybody else on the planet has joined in in making the place worse, and I’m not excluding the USA on this one.
So I don’t know if you really want to read the latest chronicle of frightfulness, really.
*The owner of which – King Leopold II of Belgium – ended up dying in his bed, more’s the pity. Particularly since the anarchist movement picked the guy with the worst damned aim in Europe to excise the guy.