Turns out, we don’t have any

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When I was ten years old I watched a small girl squatting in the dirt playing with a bone. She was wearing a dirty rag and her limbs were impossibly thin.

I was traveling through Africa which, then as now, is a vast beautiful continent perpetually gripped by tribalism where the more numerous ruthlessly crush the less numerous. And the easiest way to crush a rival tribe is through…