Life in the Nairobi slums may raise your appreciation for human rights standards. It may just make you appreciate your life a little more, as well:
In the grittier parts of this city, where people inhabit tiny tin shacks and bloated dead animals float along garbage-strewn rivers, police officers are not known as heroes. Instead, many residents see them as a menace, prowling around in dark trench coats with AK-47s slung over their shoulders, extorting money from slum dwellers and killing alleged suspects — and sometimes not even suspects but simply poor people they come across.
“They kill for free,” said one young man in the Mukuru Kayaba slum, where Mr. Muthini was shot.