The inhumanity of it all

-Later, when interviewed by a journalist, one of the passersby, a middle-aged man riding a scooter, said with an uncomfortable smile on his face: "That wasn't my child. Why should I bother?"-

Source: The Guardian

I had thought that the 18 people will be guilt-ridden for the rest of their lives for failing to save the kid, who might have survived if any of them had pulled her aside to prevent the second driver from ramming into her. But no, looks like at least one of them are not going to be guilty of anything after all.

This callousness and the inhumanity of it all made me sick and more than slightly depressed. I'm not sure if it's because it's a kid who died that got me so worked up since I have this inexplicable tenderness for kids, or the fact that I've realised that there are people without consciences, who can watch a kid bleed and dying on the road and not lift a finger to help, and head home to their dinners guilt-free knowing that whoever has died is none of their businesses. 

What if the kid had been yours and the other people refused to help?