The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
Ours was the home friends gravitated to. Where the door was always open and some homemade delicious meal to feed an army was baking in the oven. It was a place in which it was impossible not to feel a heart full of love and peace.
A deeper cut reveals a culture of psychopathy: a party sickened by its hatred, misogyny and xenophobia; grown too accustomed to deceit; blaming others for its missteps; compromised by a paralysis of ideas; resorting to character assassination and abject humiliation of perceived enemies; ...
I rose from the ashes of the underworld where I was banished to. I didn’t belong there, but many young girls lose themselves there, too ashamed to live on and face life. And that is why I speak today: for the families of the ones who didn’t survive, for those who did survive but lost joy in ...
Truth, honesty, and transparency are the forgotten words of an ancient language in a culture hidden by obscurity. Today we say things like 'Truth is relative', 'We received misinformation', and 'We couldn’t reveal the truth for your protection' to utter falseties and avoid responsibility.
The knife-edge teeth of the sharks -- who had once been their friends and accomplices in underwater adventures -- suddenly inspired fear. The midnight eyes of hawks and gulls -- who had once delighted the children with their dramatic displays of flight -- now reflected frightened stares. The ...