AL Kennedy on hope in dangerous times: What love is

How my mother poured baked beans over my father's head, and what we do against fascists who are notoriously stupid as bricks. A letter to my German friends.

It's dark - morning after morning, this realization smacks us in the forehead like a sock filled with shit. But we are human. We are a species that reaches out to strangers when they stumble. Before we can even think about it, our instinct leads us to help. We are good at helping. We are good at shining a light. So.