There, in Gaborone, the hospital staff were openly shocked. How could we possibly go about our day in a normal fashion when we lived in a world where things like this could happen? It was so different from how we do things in America. Being a doctor in America means being stoic, being professional, “not being political.” It means ignoring the violence that permeates our culture and pretending it doesn’t exist. It means going to work the next day and putting our heads down and not getting all hysterical about it. It felt strange, and soothing, to acknowledge the horror of that day. It felt human.