Inside a Civil War Most People Have Never Heard of | National Geographic

This family was luckier than most. After nine days as hostages, these men returned to their loved ones. It was an incredible moment to witness.

So in a I too, kind of fear, anger, and hope is present every day in the Central African Republic. Since 2013, I've watched as the country battled against tyrannical forces as I documented the civil war for Human Rights Watch. In the beginning, it began with the Seleka, a rebel coalition that sought to topple the corrupt government. They recruited foreign fighters, and they began to loot, burn, and murder their way across the country to seize power.

Because many of the Seleka were Muslim, the religious minority, the rest of the country saw them as extremists to oppress the control of CAR. Then came the Anti-Balaka, a grassroots militia that rose up to fight the Seleka rule. They began to attack the Muslim civilians with equal brutality. Religion was twisted into a weapon used to divide the country and masked what war was really about: vengeance, survival, resources, and power. And all civilians were caught in the middle.

800,000 people were forced from their homes; neighborhoods burned to the ground; thousands died. The civil war began. This is what it looks like when a country shatters. But how can it put itself back together? We think of civil war as two armies facing off, but what it really looks like is everyday moments of terror in the streets. As the conflict trickled down into communities, it sparked tit-for-tat nervousness fueled by revenge.

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While a war raged on, cities were under siege. Hundreds of people fled to shelter at an international peacekeepers base. They protected the civilians as Seleka and Anti-Balaka forces traded fire. The next morning, we were told that more than 1,000 people had been killed across the country as the conflict bled into the streets. Entire villages began hiding deep in the bush, far away from roads or towns that would make them easy targets.

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Sudden city that I love, but it wasn't until September 2014 when the UN peacekeepers arrived that the violence would finally die down. Three years later, the original militias have split into 14 separate factions controlling different parts of the country. But in the East, a new battleground has emerged. CAR is bursting with gold and diamond mines.

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In the Central African Republic, it remains a divided, scarred, and fragile country. In 2017 alone, an increase in violence displaced another 100,000 people. Right now, this story feels like it has no end. Just resilient people looking towards an uncertain future.

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