It has taken me a while to come to terms with being robbed. I can’t yet say I have forgiven those that stole most of my material possessions. I also can’t say that I have entirely forgotten about what was taken. In fact, last night I was thinking of my diary and if the pink marbled book filled with my deeply personal thoughts and feelings, was stained and stinking in a rubbish dump somewhere in San Francisco. However, rather than this post being some lament over all things lost, it concerns poverty, begging and crime as symptomatic of the international economic system.
What came first, the beggar or the thief?