When the Taliban took over in 1996, the news of their crimes hit the Toronto papers. As a feminist and as an anti-war activist, I heard about what was happening to women, and I wanted to do something to support those folks.
In refugee camps around the world, I met people who were gone. They were still walking around but had lost so much that they were unable to claim any sort of identity. Others I met found who they truly were, and they generally found it through service to others. They became teachers when there was no school, books or pencils.
We owe it to our children to be honest about the world and to provide them with material written specially for them.
I think most people, no matter what their situation, manage to find joy and comfort in their daily lives. I also think things fall apart.
You have to see the human being in the enemy. If there is potential for change, there is still hope.