They see the thieves banging their gavels and the liars boasting of their journalism degrees. They know their pockets are picked to pay for the butcher’s knives. And they have seen those knives at work, stabbing their siblings, slicing their flesh. There are people who have contempt for the world that greets a nurse with her husband’s corpse on a stretcher, the world that forces a boy to carry his brother’s limbs in a bag. I am one of those people. And I am grateful for my disdain, for it is dignifying; it reminds me that I am human.
