“I still felt a nagging urge to have it out with Mwizi, but by now my anger had all dried up. Here was this man with a wife and two boys, seeing a weekly drip of pampered western travelers pass through his town, their rucksacks full of laptops, Kindles and $500 cameras. Even on my paltry journalist’s income, the money he’d half-inched — around $30 — was pocket-change to me. For him it was food, shelter and survival for his family.”

You had a month to think on it, and still it took seeing a man tortured to figure this out? I mean I get it — “lest ye be judged” and all that — but goddamn.