I thought of the survivor who stood her child up for me to photograph, and as I left Rwanda I thought of the way that parents love their children. They hug them when they need love, they care for them when they are sick, heal them when they are injured. But parents also protect their children when they are threatened. Wouldn’t it be strange to find parents who would hug their children, would tend to their wounds, but wouldn’t protect them from getting hurt in the first place? Nations are not parents to the world’s people. Yet the basic fact remains: we live in a world marked by violence, and
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