Dostoevky says that if God does not exist, everything is permissible. A theist might suppose so. But I think poverty – life at the gnawing extremes of need – might be a surer path to certain kinds of amorality.
In the absence of money, everything is permissible. I saw a grinning man strangling a cat with a rope. I saw a child drinking water from a creek filled with feces.
Of course, having lots and lots of money means that the slum is inside you.
“This wasn’t a weekend, this was a Fela mixtape”: Teju Cole is tweeting from Makoko
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