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This is what they have made of us. This is what we have become.
There’s this inch—
An inch. It’s small and it’s fragile and it’s the only thing in the world that’s worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don’t know who you are, or whether you’re a man or woman. I may never see you. I will never hug you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you.
—and it’s a really lovely thing to think about but ultimately, you know what? That inch is nothing.
They take it as easily as they take the mile and what do you do when it’s done?
Joe Sacco talked to a couple of men we picked up off the street in Iraq and tortured and interrogated and then let go without ever explaining why, and he sees just how easy it is to take that inch away. —Via the Beat.
