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counterpunch, 28 mars 2014

Ethiopia : Meeting the Victims

par Graham PEEBLES


Dadaab refugees camp in Kenya

It was dark when I arrived at Wilson Airport, Nairobi for the 7am United Nations charter flight to Dadaab. I was in Kenya to meet refugees from the Ogaden region of Ethiopia and record their stories. Accounts of false imprisonment, murder, rape, torture at the hands of the ERPRDF government : stories, which would prove deeply distressing.


Ethiopia

An inhospitable land, the Ogaden region is home to around five million Ethnic-Somalis, and has been the battleground for several armed conflicts between Somalia and Ethiopia since the 19th century. There is natural gas and oil under Ogaden soil : is the Ogaden yet another oil-infused battleground ? A hidden war, the people’s suffering irrelevant in the eyes of Ethiopia’s donor benefactors, who see their ally as stable and ignore wide-ranging human rights abuses. Mainly pastoralists, the people of the region live simple lives tending their cattle and moving along ancestral pathways. Most have never been to school, cannot read or write and live hard but honest lives in tune with the land. They want simply to be left alone, and allowed to live peaceful dignified lives.

Dadaab refugee from the Ogaden

A fleet of white UN 4x4s met the incoming Nairobi flight and drove us along the pitted dusty road through Dadaab town to the main United Nations Humanitarian Committee for Refugees (UNHCR) compound. With a population approaching 500000 in the five sites Dadaab Refugee Camp collectively forms the largest temporary settlement (22 years temporary) in the world. A small open room in the middle of one of the courtyards suffices as a workspace. Noor, a tall man in his forties, was eager to talk about his experiences. Strong and proud, he had worked for the local government in Fiiq province, Ogaden. All regional government activities, he said, are supervised by the military, “they control everything”. Arrested without charge in 2010, he had been imprisoned for two years in barracks, where he “was repeatedly beaten. After two years I was released and confined under house arrest, but managed to escape”. Noor had witnessed the killing “of a 14-year-old girl, by the Ethiopian military. She had set up a small business –a kiosk. The military suspected she received financial support from the ONLF [The Ogaden National Liberation Front, which has been fighting for self-determination since 1984]. Noor, frustrated by the lack of international interest, estimates that less than 25 % of aid reaches those it is intended for ; the military steal the rest, some is used to feed soldiers and the Liyuu Police –their paramilitary brothers-in-arms– some they sell to starving villagers. Donor countries are unable to monitor aid deliveries : the Ethiopian government has restricted access to the region for aid groups and the media since 2007. Having told his story, he shook my hand and sat quietly with the others in the stifling heat. One woman, Muus Mohammed, beautiful and bitterly angry, looked at me through doubtful eyes, unsure whether to trust me. She had witnessed the killing of her father and brother by the military, and had been imprisoned herself for three years, when she was repeatedly raped and beaten.

Family members of a refugee from Ogaden sit on the ground in Dadaab, Kenya, November 16, 2007

The inculcation of fear lies at the heart of the Ethiopian government’s methodology in the region and indeed throughout the country : “the first mission for the military and the Liyuu is to make the people of the Ogaden region afraid of us”, said Dahir, a former divisional commander of the Liyuu force. In keeping with acts of (state) terrorism, he dutifully carried out his orders “to rape and kill, to loot, to burn their homes, and capture their animals –we used to slaughter some of the animals we captured, eat some and some we sold back to their owners”. He ordered and committed hundreds of killings and some 1200 rapes, or 1,500 –he couldn’t say precisely. Should this man be granted asylum in London, to end up running a café in Shepherd’s Bush, or in Sweden studying engineering in Stockholm ? This moral question confronted me as the former soldier recounted serial brutality that turned my stomach, rendering me silent.

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    éditeur : Frank Brunner | ouverture : 11 novembre 2000 | reproduction autorisée en citant la source