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She walked into my office with the bill in her hand and a combination of humiliation and anger on her face. She was behind in her rent and the housing agency wanted the money now. She sat in the chair next to my desk. Sweat dripped from her forehead after Read more…

We see it every day—the Sally Struther’s child, sad and hungry on display in front of a television camera. ‘Feed the children’ they beg, ‘Their happiness depends on you.’ I have seen these children. I have seen children living in huts carved of mud, sticks, and dung—running barefoot in the Read more…