This last weekend in Washington, D.C. I had a chance to meet Rusesabagina, up close and personal. Nothing to write home about.
For years, I have been attending his speaking engagements. He never allows one on one debate. It is all orchestrated by his handlers, courtesy of Kitty Kurth, the woman who directs Rusesabagina’s alleged humanitarian activities.
In this our last encounter, Rusesabagina did not know how to handle himself in the company of survivors : the people that know well his tales of saving people are simply manufuctured in Hollywood. He was caught with his pants down. He fidgets, cracks his knuckles, gets dry-lipped and has that frightened look of a deer in headlights.
But, Kitty Kurth has done a good job of packaging him. He throws out sophiticated and almost learned-sounding phrases knowing well there is no class master to ask him to explain the meaning of those words. The substance? The usual no brainers that have earned him tons of money from un-suspecting audiences.
You should have seen the look on the man’s face when one of the survivors asked him what he did with his 7 million Francs check he paid him when he stayed at Hotel Mille Collines. The man has no heart and no shame.
For more truth on Hollywood’s hero, visit : http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2011/nov/17/hotel-rwanda-hollywood-ending