I am sitting cross-legged on a concrete slab in a home that is not a home. This is a makeshift shelter of corrugated iron and plastic sheeting, about the size of a parking spot, and it accommodates a displaced Syrian family with three young children.
What if we gave as many column inches to random acts of kindness as we do to random acts of violence?
What if we valued humanitarian aid as highly as we value human might?…
‘I would put forward the idea we should have an advocate whose job it is to be the guardian for those kids because at the moment their guardian and their jailer are the same person and I don’t think that’s right.’
“Those that cannot budget to procreate – shouldn’t! ” Indeed. Let’s make sure women decide the exact right moment to reproduce. If they get it wrong, or chose a partner who dies, leaves them, abuses them or makes them deeply unhappy, screw ‘em. It’s their fault for choosing to carry, give birth to and raise the next generation, right?