I went to church in Nicaragua. I stood in a sacred place. Let me tell you about it. It was a place called the Alley of Death. The street is inches deep mud and raw sewage.
Children live there, barefoot, torn clothing, starving and skinny.
Many of them are the children of prostitutes. Almost all of them have to steal and beg and prostitute themselves to eat and to survive. They are addicted to sniffing glue, they don't know any other comforts in their hard lives. They are cut and scared, sick and fevered, dirty, they live like animals. Most of them have never used plates or silverware in their lives, they don't know how.