danielle2

This week in class, we watched the movie Hotel Rwanda. 

Okay, so maybe I was only two when this happened.

But I was disgusted with myself.

Why didn't we do anything?

Why?

Some of my fellow students reported to spacing out during the movie, suddenly coming back, and not understanding why people were being hacked to pieces.

I couldn't stop watching.

It was like a car wreck... you want to look away, but you just can't.

It was crazy the kind of carnage those people were put through.

I liked the part where the reporter asked a woman what she was.  She replied "Hutu" and he said, "And your friend, Hutu?"  "No," she said, "I am Tutsi".  The reporter then said the two could have been twins.

I also hated that part.  It was a nice touch, basically pointing out that these people were the same, all one in the same.

It's rather revolting that they just killed... themselves... essentially.

It made my stomach churn each time the man on the radio said Cockroaches.

Literally churn.

Why are people so cruel sometimes? Okay... all the time.

Rwanda was a Belgian colony.  They favored the Tutsi over something stupid, claiming they looked more 'European'.  So when they left, they put the Tutsis in charge.  And then the Hutu revolted?  It's just so... Wow.  It's sick.  It's wrong.  It's disgusting.  Especially the way they did it all. Machetes?  Machetes?!?

This event should be right up there with the Holocaust.  It's almost worst... In the way that we didn't intervene, didn't get much of anything done to avoid it.  You'd think we would've learned something from WWII, that we can't just stand by and say, "Oh, others can solve this, no need to get our hands dirty," and not expect something horrifyingly gruesome to take place.  But I guess .   WE.    JUST.    HAVEN'T.

*sigh* sometimes I'm ashamed to call myself a human.  For real.  It honestly gets that unfortunate sometimes.

"Rwanda; home of an approved culture.  Home of genocide, massacre, and rape."

I'm thinking about joining the Peace Corps.  Honestly I am.  I'd get to see the world, and hopefully prevent things like this from happening again.  It sounds like a plan to me.

I want to make sure a massacre like this never occurs in my lifetime.

And if I can have a little fun along the way, why not?

Although, I'm also considering being a doctor.  Perhaps I could combine the two...  Join Red Cross or something.

Save the world one itty bitty piece at a time.. who knows.