the guilt
I just saw Hotel Rwanda. How awful, not only the genocide but the fact that nobody did anything about it. They knew, we all knew, and nobody lifted a finger to stop it. I don't understand the kind of hatred that leads one people to try to complete wipe out another, with *machetes*, especially when there isn't actually any difference between them, it was just an arbitrary distinction made by Belgians. So brutal, and it's weird how much more affecting it is to see children in distress now that I have Gus. It makes it more personal, or something, but it affects me a lot stronger than it did before him. Maybe before when I imagined myself in such a situation it was easier to think of ways out of it, but imagining having to protect Gus makes it scarier. So now I'll spend the next few days researching Rwanda and looking up about the genocide but then I'm sure I'll slip back into my Western white apathy just like everybody else. My faith in our government, already at an all-time low, has taken another serious hit, as has my general love for Bill Clinton. I know we got burned trying to help in Somalia, but we should have still tried again in Rwanda. And here we are again, ignoring the Sudan and the atrocities going on there. People starving to death while we've got food going to waste and an obesity epidemic. Fucking tragic.