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.
Un ne jau kliedzošā nevienlīdzība, lika man liet asaras, nedz arī doma par izsalkušajiem bērniem bez pajumtes. Tās nebija dusmas pret vienu procentu vai žēlums pret 99.