There are things happening in this country that don’t deserve the attention we give them, from ethically challenged lawyers getting the benefit of a double-standard, to mentally disturbed liars creating hate crimes that never happened, to women who are so insecure about their “reproductive rights” that they are blind to common decency, to a president-elect who can’t even spell the word “hypocrisy.” These things fill our front pages and our newsfeeds and our smartphones and our water cooler chatter.

But the world is ending in Aleppo. The flames are engulfing its streets, the bullets are tearing through the bodies of its remaining inhabitants, the earth is groaning under the weight of its new corpses, the air is filled with the screams of its dying.

And we look away, until we are forced to face the reality, a reality show that doesn’t have tidy, self-contained episodes and beautiful, botoxed faces and faux-tragedies like broken engagements. We look, for the few moments or days that we care to devote to the tragedy unfolding on our watch, and then move on to the next sound bite.

Aleppo, the place that Gary Johnson was too stoned to locate on a map, is dying. And history is repeating itself.

When the Armenians were exterminated by Turkey at the turn of the last century, the world pretended it wasn’t happening. President Woodrow Wilson the isolationist did nothing, and the Christians were erased from the Ottoman Empire. The cowardly Turks still deny it to this day. Syria will do the same with Aleppo.

Then, when the Jews were being eliminated, nationality by nationality, from Western Europe, Felix Frankfurter urged Franklin Roosevelt to act. The American government didn’t want to jump into the conflict, and until Pearl Harbor, essentially closed its eyes to the genocidal wave across the Atlantic. Neville Chamberlain extolled “peace in our time.” And the smell of burning flesh, and ash, rose from Auschwitz, Dachau, Bergen-Belsen and Treblinka.

Never again, we said.

But again the horror came, in Cambodia, with the killing fields. American diplomats begged our state department to address the atrocities perpetrated by the Communist Khmer Rouge, but as Samantha Power notes in her book “A Problem from Hell,” they were “derided by the American left for falling for anti-Communist propaganda.” And the bodies piled up.

In Srebrenica, the Serbs defied the United Nations by gathering 7,000 Muslim men into a football stadium and killing them en masse.

In Rwanda, Romeo Dallaire, head of the U.N. peacekeeping forces, sought permission to disarm the Hutu militias before they had a chance to unleash their demonic hatred against the Tutsis, a rival ethnic group, and was rebuffed by his superiors. Our own government blocked the attempts to increase the number of U.N. peacekeepers on the ground. As Power notes, “some 800,000 Rwandans were killed in 100 days” in 1994.

And Aleppo is disintegrating before our eyes.

The beautiful ancient minarets, the bustling market squares, the neighborhoods where people raised their children, lived their lives, are gone. The streets are filled with blood and smoke and screams and people running to unknown destinations but certain danger.

There was a ceasefire on Tuesday between the Syrian government and the rebels, and it collapsed as quickly as it was brokered. Innocent civilians were killed in their homes and during evacuations.

Please, America, stop worrying about becoming “great again.” Stop trying to recount an election that is completed, sealed, served up and over. Stop pointing fingers across the aisle, stop caring about idiots who lie about hate crimes, stop listening to the pundits on cable news screeching about who met with Trump and what they had for lunch.

The average American cannot make a difference, cannot become a medic and treat the injured, cannot provide housing for the homeless, cannot bring sanity and stability to a city on the edge of the abyss, cannot force our government to finally, do the right thing.

But we can have the grace to pay attention to the dismantling of civilization this time around and let our Syrian brothers and sisters know that they are seen, felt and heard.

We owe this, in the name of a million Armenians, 6 million Jews, 2 million Cambodians, 7,000 Bosnian Muslims and 800,000 Rwandans.

Attorney Christine Flowers is a columnist for the Philadelphia Daily News.