This always comes to mind whenever [grilled] cheese sandwiches do:

> I was reminded of a conversation I had with an American military intelligence officer who was having a supper of Jack Daniel's and Coca-Cola at a Kigali bar.

> "I hear you're interested in genocide," the American said. "Do you know what genocide is?"

> I asked him to tell me.

> "A cheese sandwich," he said. "Write it down. Genocide is a cheese sandwich."

> I asked him how he figured that.

> "What does anyone care about a cheese sandwich?" he said. "Genocide, genocide, genocide. Cheese sandwich, cheese sandwich, cheese sandwich. Who gives a shit? Crimes against humanity. Where's humanity? Who's humanity? You? Me? Did you see a crime committed against you? Hey, just a million Rwandans. Did you ever hear about the Genocide Convention?"

> I said I had.

> "That convention," the American at the bar said, "makes a nice wrapping for a cheese sandwich."

From "We Wish to Inform You that Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families: Stories from Rwanda" by Philip Gourevitch.