Genocidal Blindness

The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread.

When evil-doing comes like falling rain,
nobody calls out "stop!"

When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible.

When sufferings become unendurable;
the cries are no longer heard.

The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

– Bertold Brecht

Joffrey Floyd Doyon

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