I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.
Armchair poverty tourism has been around as long as authors have written about class. As an author, I have struggled myself with the nuances of writing about poverty without reducing any community to a catalog of its difficulties.

