Help a Family in Need

Every bombed village is my hometown, and every dead child is my child, every grieving mother is my mother, every crying father is my father, every home turned to rubble is my home I grew up in. every brother crying the remains of his brothers across borders is my brother. even sister waiting for a sister who will never come home is my sister. every one of those people are ours. just like we are theirs. we belong to them, and they belong to us ~ James Baldwin

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