BY HANNAH BARR The last thing I listened to last night was audio from inside a US Customs and Border Protection Facility. It was children, crying, wailing. Ten Central American children who have been separated from their parents, screaming “Mami” and “Papa” over and over again. It was haunting. It was heart-breaking. The first thing …
BY HANNAH BARR Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the angel-strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong; And man, at war with man, hears not The love-song which they bring; O hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing. 1849: 14,000-15,000 civilians …