People don't yet call it by its name, but it is well and truly here, the war, the one concealed from the public under the dull word events.

Power minds its language--its fatigues tailored from satin, its butchery smothered by propriety.

The army shooting everything that moves, to crush dissent. And not just the army, mind you, there were settlers and militiamen as well, hand in glove, all dancing the same damn jig. Death is one thing, but humiliation goes deeper, gets under the skin, it plants little seeds of anger and screws up whole generations...blood dries faster than shame. 

...something to set off, rouse, stir up popular opinion or, at least, inform it of your predicament. If enough people get behind your case the authorities will have no choice but to concede.  

"You fool, I'm in here for your sake!"