Karim’s interview with Pencil Artist
A career as a Foreign Service Officer posted to the African Continent can range from very bland to very colorful. It can range from pleasant and peaceful to dramatic and dangerous.
It all depends which African country the foreign service assignment posting is in and what is occurring within that country at that time.
How about Rwanda in 1994 just as the genocide in that country was starting to escalate into one of the worst episodes in modern history? That was the year and that was the country that Hava Hegenbarth was posted to. She arrived in Rwanda in January, 1994. By April, 1994 she was trying to desperately escape out of the country with, in her own words, “my life and the clothes I was wearing”. She had abandoned her professional premises and all her possessions.
At one point, at a roadblock, Hava and her convoy found themselves talking to an angry mob of villagers who wanted to pour gasoline on her and her convoy. To set them all on fire.
Karim: I think most people reading this interview can probably only relate to the Rwandan genocide through having watched the movie Hotel Rwanda.
Hava: Yes, I can understand that. Of course, it is not a movie I would want to see because it is very hard to revisit those memories.
Karim: The nearest reference point I have to your experience, Hava, is growing up in Kenya and hearing about what some of my relatives had to endure in neighboring Uganda under the ethnic cleansing of Idi Amin’s regime. I suppose another reference movie – this for the brutal regime of Idi Amin – would be The Last King of Scotland.
Hava: I actually went to Uganda in the aftermath of Idi Amin’s reign and witnessed some of the areas where his mass murdering henchmen dispensed of human carcasses.
Karim: Bring us to that crucial moment when you were about to have gasoline poured on your head and then lit on fire and then burned to death.
Hava: Well, once the murder and ethnic cleansing and genocide started to escalate all our lives were in danger. Foreigners became scapegoats. We just had to get out of the country. So a group of us formed a convoy and headed out of the country. However, every few kilometers there was a roadblock of army thugs who stopped us and would extort us for money. So we kept handing out cash in local currency at every stage and fortunately, they did not kill us but they let us go. At one point, in the middle of the night, we arrived at a roadblock in a small village. The men who stopped us were not armed with guns. They had spears and machetes.
Karim: What did they say?
Hava: The usual – they wanted money. But by now we had run out of cash from paying off all the different roadblock army guys. We had some US dollars but they were no use to them.
Karim: So they refused the US dollars and you were now out of stuff to barter for your life with?
Hava: Precisely. So now it was a matter of trying to figure out how to talk our way out of the situation. And that did not look promising. They were getting angry with us because they thought we were Belgians. Well, we did have some Belgians in our convoy, yes. But we did not let on. And our convoy was pretty large by now because we had been picking up folks along the way – trying to save as many lives as we could by letting them all join our convoy.
Karim: I cannot imagine what was going through your mind at the time, Hava..
Hava: Interesting, what goes through a person’s mind in this situation. Honestly, the only thought I was having at this moment when we were doomed to die was how? How shall I die?
Karim: What was the best option in your mind?
Hava: I did not wish to be burned to death. That is what I was thinking in that moment. And so I was deciding to make a run for it. I knew I would not make it if I ran, but I also knew that I would likely die either with a spear in my back or being bludgeoned and hacked by a machete. In that moment, those two options seemed so much more comforting than being doused with petrol and set on fire. This was no longer about survival options. Only options on how to die.
Karim: So pencils saved your life?
Hava: Yes, they did in a way.
Karim: Well, let’s turn to colored pencils. Why colored pencils?
Hava: I spent many years in the foreign service. After Rwanda, I was posted to Tanzania. And a couple of years after that I became a rover. And I remained a rover for the next nine years.
Karim: A rover?
Hava: A rover is a person in the foreign service who is randomly and frequently made to switch country designations sometimes at a drop of a hat. So I travelled to many different countries and often did not have foreknowledge of where I would be assigned.
Karim: And how does being a rover relate to color pencils?
Hava: Convenience. When you’re traveling so frequently and you want to practice your art, paints and many other mediums become impractical. Oils for example, will often break and leak and mess up all the other items in your suitcase. And you need tubs of clean, clear water for watercolors – in Africa that is not always easy to find. But color pencils never let you down. They’re convenient and portable to travel with.
Karim: So this was partly necessity-driven?
This one with the zebras above – it is entitled “Long Cool Drink” – is the very first color pencil drawing I ever did.
Hava: Yes, partly. But also because pencils are so precise. Paints smudge, for example. But a sharpened color pencil allows for precision work and that is something I grew very fond of over the years. And as I said, I was a rover in the foreign service for 9 years.
Karim: Thank you, Hava, for being so brave and forthright about your experiences in Rwanda. Can you close by telling us a little about the artwork displayed here?
Hava: The hippos were difficult to draw and color. This is because hippos do not have fur, they have skin tones like humans do, with complex layers of pigmentation and tone. And then, when the hippos get wet in the river that also changes the hue of their skin.
This one with the zebras above – it is entitled “Long Cool Drink” – is the very first color pencil drawing I ever did. That’s how it started. I spent a lot of time in the game reserves in many different African countries just observing wildlife, developing perspective. Then I got out my color pencils.
The comment below is from my friend Peter Uvin with whom I shared my interview with Hava.
Peter Uvin is the Academic Dean and the Henry J. Leir Professor of International Humanitarian Studies at the Fletcher School of Law and Diplomacy at Tufts University.
Peter received his doctorate in international relations from the Institut Universitaire de Hautes Etudes Internationales, University of Geneva. He was Research Associate Professor at the Watson Institute of International Affairs, Brown University, taught at New Hampshire College and the Graduate School of Development Studies, Geneva.
Peter worked periodically in Africa as development practitioner and consultant, collaborating with UNDP, OECD, Belgian, Dutch, Danish, and British bilateral agencies.
Peter’s book, entitled Aiding Violence: The Development Enterprise in Rwanda, won the
1999 African Studies Association Herskovits Award for most outstanding book on Africa.