Building A Free Society
An Essay on Building a Free Society iseefuture@protonmail.com Nine was a pivotal year for me as I sat alone, staring at the images of skinny African children with flies on their heads. It was the first time I saw starvation. I didn’t understand. I never missed a meal, unless it was broccoli. I hated broccoli. I don’t mind it so much today. The starving children, it turns out, were used by many unscrupulous individuals and organizations to funnel money from those who cared to those who saw the opportunity in another's pain. Funny how low some will go to improve their financial position. As a child, I didn’t understand how someone could actually starve. I mean, I had all the food in the world it seemed. I lived in a small rural town in South Georgia, United States. All I knew about food was that it grew in my friend’s farms and filled the shelves of the only grocery store in town. My other thought was why don’t these people just move somew...