My husband commented with wry disdain last night when switching channels from news of widespread famine in East Africa, to a butcher celebrating the fresh meat he could buy for his dog in a convenient pack from the supermarket.
There has to be a way to distribute wealth in this world, and to distribute food to the hungry. I can't believe that the powers that be still haven't solved this problem. Some of my earliest memories are images of starving children in Ethiopia - the famine that prompted Band Aid almost 30 years ago. 30 years.
I have a cooling bowl of rejected porridge by my left hand, Mr 2 has been exercising his ability to refuse my cooking again. The porridge will be much enjoyed by Big Red and Henny Penny.
Our inherited chooks eat better than millions of people who are lucky if they have safe drinking water.
We all see the problem, but awkwardly change the channel rather than agitate for a solution.
Surely we can do better.
I saw Bono interviewed by Andrew Denton a few years ago, and he said something that really resonated with me. That until we in the rich white nations of the world come to see an African life as having the same innate value as an American/Australian/British etc life, substantial change can't happen.
Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do.
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