I firmly believe that when we spend any significant amount of time in a place we leave part of ourselves there; it is without doubt that we take something with us every time As beings fueled and full of energy, we share that energy everywhere we go: good and bad, all of it.
As we sit and observe the events that are taking place in the world, we cannot look at these conditions and say “it’s a crazy place!” without defining ourselves. A stone thrown in Gaza is a bullet fired in Burma, teargas in Egypt, and our children left to defend the future both socially and economically. Look at your feet and tell me you made the shoes without foreign production, your African art made in China, cotton farmed in Cairo, the Vietnamese hands that stitched your handbag by candle light; we wear the burdens of the world everyday dismissive of our connection to one another. You can’t drink a cup of tea without being an internationalist, no matter if you live in Detroit or Sagaponack, N.Y.; we are all connected. The human struggle is more than a localized phenomenon, but a global event and we are center stage whether we acknowledge it or not.