Now you might be thinking: Rachel, are you really going to ruin this beautiful evening under the southern stars to ask this poor woman about a painful genocide?

The answer to that is yes, of course I am.

But in this case I didn’t have to because the conversation took a natural turn there.

Now you’re probably thinking: how does a summer conversation with strangers under the stars naturally turn to genocide?

And I am going to tell: because of Donald Trump.