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December 3, 2002
Poverty is like drowning or being on fire; as it (the water or fire) overwhelms you, you fight to escape it, flailing and flailing and flailing away. Or it’s like growing up in a town in North Dakota with a population of 75; you want to run away somewhere, farther and farther and farther away. In both analogies, the memories of the former state scar you, mold you, affect you. No subsequent action can be defined in any light without also the glare of the memory, of your past state, of how you used to be.

Poverty is like that.