The little island seemed

The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic. … Read more

This is not about

This is not about charity, it’s about justice… The war against terror is bound up in the war against poverty – I didn’t say that, Colin Powell said that . . . In these disturbing and distressing times, surely it’s cheaper, and smarter, to make friends out of potential enemies than it is to defend … Read more