And it wasn't the glaring inequality that made me want to cry, it wasn't the thought of hungry, homeless kids, it wasn't rage toward the one percent or pity toward the 99.
Y no era la deslumbrante desigualdad la que me hacía querer llorar, no era la idea del hambre, de los niños sin hogar, no era odio hacia el 1% o pena hacia el 99%.