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...violence in the streets only worsened the next day. Hampered by strict rules of nonengagement, hundreds of American soldiers found themselves watching helplessly as Haiti's blue-uniformed police and khaki-clad army troops waded into the capital's crowds, swinging metal nightsticks and indiscriminately firing tear-gas canisters. In front of the harbor, the Haitian authorities conducted brief sorties, beating anyone who fell or faltered. They broke up a demonstration by hurtling through the middle of the crowd in a van. One police officer attacked bystanders with a yard-long crowbar, using the tool's hook to gouge...
Carter was painfully aware of the photojournalist's dilemma. "I had to think visually," he said once, describing a shoot-out. "I am zooming in on a tight shot of the dead guy and a splash of red. Going into his khaki uniform in a pool of blood in the sand. The dead man's face is slightly gray. You are making a visual here. But inside something is screaming, 'My God.' But it is time to work. Deal with the rest later. If you can't do it, get out of the game." Says Nachtwey, "Every photographer...
...Afrikaner Resistance Movement (A.W.B.), the bastion of white supremacists unwilling to accept South Africa's changing destiny. "I think there will be more explosions and more actions if the government ignores the just claim of my people who demand some land." The fiery rhetoric inspired some of the 300 khaki-clad men and pistol-packing women to rough up and then oust a black American reporter attending the otherwise desultory rally. The motive behind all the violence: a whites-only homeland...
...roadside in the black homeland of Bophuthatswana -- an ersatz nation created by the South African engineers of apartheid -- the two men in khaki lay bleeding on Friday beside their bullet-riddled Mercedes. A third, stretched out beside the car, was dead from gunshot wounds. "Please help us!" pleaded Fanie Uys, a member of the neo-Nazi Afrikaner Resistance Movement, who was hit in the leg. "Please!" cried Alwyn Walfaart, hands outstretched. "Can somebody just get us an ambulance?" Moments later, a black soldier stepped forward. Before a stunned group of news photographers and TV crews, he calmly executed...
Imagine the sight that greeted the (Black) police officers on the calm outskirts of Bophuthatswana: scores of whites in khaki uniforms were driving towards them at top speed, brandishing automatic weapons. The inevitable massacre ensued. The police did not suspect that the whites had come, too late and without warning, to help them dispute what had become a moot point of history. The whites, still looking ominous though they had tactfully removed their swastika-like armbands, became (and were in any event) armed invaders against whom the country had to be defended. The extreme hatred between the two groups completed...