They brought food. That is who they were.
Baby, Slow Down This Song
Tim Barrus
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I almost never highlight anymore; it’s so intrusive. But I can’t help myself this time. The floodgates opened when I read this, reminding me in shame and wonder that it’s always the ones who have the least who give the most generously, who have the most genuine commitment to hospitality. And justice.

Tim, this is the best piece of yours that I’ve read—full of your passion, frustration, and grief—all fuelled by your and the boys’ experience, and by information that is almost never reported, or that’s ignored when it is. Thank you for writing this.

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