In 100 days more than 1 million people were murdered. But the genocidaires did not kill a million people. They killed one, then another, then another.... day after day, hour after hour, minute by minute. Every minute of the day, someone, somewhere was being murdered, screaming for mercy. 

Receiving none. 

And the killing went on and on and on....

10,000 each day,

400 each hour,

7 each minute.

The genocide resulted in the deaths of over 1 million people.

But death was not its only outcome. 

Tens of thousands of people had been tortured, mutilated and raped; tens of thousands more suffered machete cuts, bullet wounds, infection and starvation.

There was rampant lawlessness, looting and chaos. The infrastructure had been destroyed, the ability to govern dismantled. Homes had been demolished, belongings stolen. 

There were over 300,000 orphans and over 85,000 children who were heads of their households, with younger siblings and/or relatives.

There were thousands of widows. Many had been victims of rape and sexual abuse or had seen their own children murdered.

Many families had been totally wiped out, with no one to remember or document their deaths.

The streets were littered with corpses. Dogs were eating the rotting flesh of their owners.

The country smelt the stench of death.

The genocidaires had been more successful in their evil aims than anyone would have dared to believe. 

Rwanda was dead.