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@evan

I was 11 years old when I knelt in the back of my father's little Peugeot and watched a group of Yoruba men hack one of my father's Igbo students to pieces.

To pieces. Like a goat.

Human beings like to think they're very advanced, Einstein, Mozart, Da Vinci. They're just eight billion baboons, a culture of bullying from top to bottom, roaming the world in troupes, killing each other.

Genocide is way down deep in the human soul. Can it be evicted? I wonder.