How does one experience the death of their colonizers? This is not a question of whether the colonized should care for the death of those who kill them, their children, and their people. It also does not suggest that there is a process-in-place that happens when colonizers die or begin to die. Rather, the question underlines an ambivalence that preoccupy those who know very well the devastating harm of colonial violence: what kind of person commits genocide? Are they human? How do they confirm or challenge what we describe as evil? And, regardless of how we answer such questions, what feeling, what kind of storytelling, can contain them?