If you shared my pain you would not continue to make me suffer, to torture me, to deny me my dignity and my rights, especially my rights to self-determination and self-expression.
[W]hen I write about mothers unwittingly walking on dead babies in the mud…about people so poor they must eat patties made of clay and shortening…about people with their faces ‘chopped off’ or about any of eight million horror stories from the crime scene that is Haiti, please don’t tell me you share their pain or mine.
it’s been a while since i read such a stinging rebuttal of the devil & his other earthly representatives
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