But to return to where we left her, I see her still, propped up in a kind of stupor against one of the walls in which this wretched edifice abounds, her long grey greasy hair framing in its cowl of scrofulous mats a face where pallor, languor, hunger, acne, recent dirt, immemorial chagrin and surplus hair seemed to dispute the mastery.

Though most of the cases here cover European encounters with non-Europeans, it is not the intention of the book to give the impression that genocide is a function of European colonialism and imperialism alone.

Mark was a tattooed, hairy, nuggety, foul-mouthed Aussie bloke (you're probably thinking, as opposed to all those gentle, feminine men who work at the sewage treatment plant).

the unjustified killing of an innocent