The Htoo twins come in from the cold
Myanmar's legendary child rebel leaders are like toxic cherubim, confusing our moral senses.
Topics: Children, Thailand, National security, News
The image itself (splayed across virtually every newspaper in the world) was uncanny, the caption more unsettling yet: Dec. 6, 1999, a pair of 12-year-old ethnic Karen twin brothers, the Htoos, Johnny on the left (that’s a boy?) and Luther (Luther!?) on the right, leaders of a beleaguered Myanmar insurgent group known as God’s Army, whose members credit them with mystical godlike powers that “render them invulnerable during battle.”
In the photo, they look like Renaissance cherubs gone badly wrong (specifically like those two clichéd angels propped at the foot of Raphael’s Dresden Sistine Madonna): toxic putti. Raphael’s cherubs, that is, gone upriver, deep, way too deep into Conradland — miniature Brandos bestriding their own demented cargo cult. Their aura is all the more unsettling in that, in this photo anyway, they actually look, if you’ll pardon the expression, like Siamese twins. Johnny seems to grow right out of Luther’s back, his tremulous innocence hitched helplessly to the latter’s age-old, gimlet-eyed world-weariness: seen it all (toke), seen it all (toke), should never have seen any of it.
The inhaled stogie lends the image a certain sulfurous air, as does word that their followers have now gone and attacked a hospital, of all things, and are holding hundreds of hostages. Is there no bottom to the world’s demented evil?
Of course, this is all so much Orientalist claptrap: feverish white Western fantasies about the metaphysical debauch of endlessly inscrutable colored folk, the convenient Other. In fact, the attack on the hospital itself undercuts such smug and easy projections: They’ve raided the hospital and are holding all those hostages to advance their demands that the Thai army stop shelling their positions and that the doctors there treat their own ragtag wounded. There is no Primordial Evil here, only all-too-human desperation.
But the fantasy of the first allows us to screen out the palpable reality of the second — no need any longer to trouble ourselves over the plight of Karen minorities wedged in a tightening vise between those Burmese and Thai generals. No call to keep paying attention.
Lawrence Weschler is the author of, among others, "A Miracle, A Universe: Settling Accounts with Torturers"; "Calamities of Exile"; "Vermeer in Bosnia"; and most recently, "Uncanny Valley: Adventures in the Narrative." More Lawrence Weschler.





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