“The day I left Haiti, I got on a 90-minute flight to Miami. From there I caught a three-hour flight to New York and then drove two hours to my family’s summer home in the Hamptons, one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the country. In one day, in other words, I went from one of the poorest areas of the Western Hemisphere to one of the richest. It was disorienting and disturbing to realize where I stood in the global family. What could I do?”

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