She wanted this only, to snuff out the pulse of the shaky faith she'd held for much of her life.

I went to the door, and Gary tried hard not to notice I was blue. He looked at his feet, and he looked above my head, and he cleared his throat.  It's okay,' I said. 'I know I'm blue.'  It caught me by surprise,' he said. 'I didn't want to seem rude.

And it also became clear that these conditions of inequality and historical injustice have given rise to a feeling of hate in the world - a deeply felt hate that cannot easily be overcome with a few good words.

Written By Ulrich Beck

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