Things like this happen because everybody involved is sleepwalking.
I know because my own children were bullied when they were still going to school. Trying to bring it to the attention of the school was exactly like trying to rouse a sleeping man, a narcoleptic. Something was missing in their eyes. Lights on ... but nobody is really home. Nothing ever makes an impression on them. It's like they have no souls. They are only a semblance of real people. A somnambulent race of zombies.
Things don't register on them. They can't because they are deep asleep and what few impressions they receive, they incorporate into their dream.
The parents are sleepwalking. The children are sleepwalking. The teachers are sleepwalking. The public officials are sleepwalking. The politicians are sleepwalking. The government is sleepwalking. The lawyers are sleepwalking. The doctors are sleepwalking. The entire civilization is sleepwalking.
Like any sleepwalker, they don't see where they are going because they are asleep.
They think they are taking a nice walk on the beach. In this dream they are having, they believe everything is okay. Nothing bad happens on the beach.
In reality they are twenty floors above the ground walking on the edge of a roof, headed for the precipice.
It is possible for this reason that death, when it comes for them, won't even instill the right kind of fear in them. They'll still be caught up in the dream. What is this strange rushing feeling on the beach, the sense they are tumbling over and over? They incorporate it into the dream. It's just the tide, they think. The tide is rolling over me.
In a millisecond, they will hit the sidewalk and their dream will come to an end.
Prehuman, animal consciousness. A return to paganism and blood magic. Thousands of years of civilization peeling away to unleash the Id.