Hotel Rwanda

Last night I watched Hotel Rwanda. Stacy had warned me that I'd be sobbing. That wasn't even close. I was fine during the movie - I knew the facts of what had happened. It was the ending, and the post script, and the interview with the real life Paul Rusesabagina that got to me.

I still remember that it wasn't until I was sitting in World Politics at Cal State Fullerton one night and watching a documentary with actual footage of the carnage. I don't know where I was in 1994, but obviously I was too wrapped up in myself and reliant on the American news to know what was going on outside the good old US-of-A. That night, as I sat in class watching the genocide that occured there, and then our country who did nothing except donate a fucking plaque 4 years later, I felt like the life had been sucked out of me.

Hotel Rwanda really captured the idiocy of the world community (via the UN). My "favorite line" last night was, "We are here as peace keepers, not peace makers."

Nowadays we can kid ourselves and say that Rwanda will never happen again and that we learned our lesson of sitting on our asses and not worry about what happens over there, but in fact the same shit is going on in Congo, Sudan and Darfur.