Shake Hands with the Devil

Now I have to say that I’m not a fan of these movies about war time atrocities and genocide and what not. I get a terrible sick feeling in the pit of stomach when I watch those types of movies, the idea that people can behave in such a sick and depraved manner towards another living being leaves me in a cold sweat.
Someone who has people that love them, someone who has people they love are killing people who have people who love them and has people that they love, if boggles my mind.

So when I tell you that I watched a movie tonight that belongs in that genre of film and that I actually feel that I must recommend this movies to others, well that is a very big deal.

I just watched the movie Shake Hands With the Devil and I have to say that this movie should be watched, and while you are watching it you should think to yourself, how can this be? How can this sort of thing happen in our lifetime?
My 12 year old daughter thought that this movie was taking place decades in the past, when explained to her that these horrible things happened around the time that her oldest brother was born and these types of things still go on in this world today she was confused, to say the least.
We talked about it for a bit and she has come up with the conclusion that the world is a very big place and it’s filled with many very dumb people. She has learned about World War Two and the genocide that happened then, she has been taught that when someone sees something like that happening they should do what they can to stop it. And yet during Rwanda and even now in Dar Fur, the folks in charge turn their blind eyes towards the problems and distract the world with a situation in some other part of the world and hope that the problem will just sort itself out on its own.

These are the things that my daughter took away from that movie.
What I took away from that movie is that to be a UN Observer must be one of the most difficult positions to fill. How can someone sit there and watch these terrible, horrific atrocities occur and not do something. How can you live with yourself afterwards, knowing that you might have been able to step in and make a difference, but your job mandates that you do nothing but watch.
How can the UN ask these people to remain neutral in a position that tortures them for doing just that? How can a person still live with them self afterwards and still feel a connection to their humanity after they behaved in a very inhumane way?

I realize that we have a need for a neutral observer in certain situations, but at the same time I also think that must be someway we can allow these poor people a chance to make things right.
We read books, watch TV and movies and we are bombarded with images of heroism and self sacrifice and these people are applauded while the ones that turn away and don’t lift a finger to help are vilified and criminalized. And yet we ask the UN Observers to behave as the later group would.
How in the name of everything that is holy can you walk into a situation, know that you have the power to stop it, look the victim in the eye and tell them that while “It sucks that they are being killed, you have your orders to not interfere. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll go home when this is over and tell everyone what happened to you.”

Watch this movie, it really opened my eyes, and I think that’s the point behind this work.


About katastrophes1

Kat is a 20 something girl stuck in a 40 something body. Mom to 3 kids, tormented and amused by 3 crazy dogs. Amateur photographer, self taught crochet junkie. Thinker of crazy thoughts. Where do they come from? Who knows where thoughts occur, they just happen!
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