Imagine in Rwanda

When you walk down your street, you are greeted joyfully by your neighbours. You feel secure knowing your children are on their way to school. You are comforted knowing that your country’s security force is keeping the streets as safe as possible. You live in a little bubble where work is great, your children are safe and healthy, and you can walk down the street without worrying about being hurt. You take this life for granted. Imagine if you walked down the streets on your way to work, and they were flooded with blood. Imagine if every time a group of people gathered around one area, they weren’t greeting each other, but rather killing innocent people with machetes; killing women and children, killing their neighbours, or colleagues. Imagine coming home from work and finding your entire neighbourhood in flames. Imagine one day coming home, and finding your families dead bloody bodies on the floor. Now imagine that the world knew about it, and they watched in silence. In Rwanda, 1994, there was a genocide. In 100 days, 800,000 people were killed. They were macheted to death, shot, burned, or killed in another gruesome way. How could people watch this and do nothing? Why didn’t the UN intervene?