I’ve touched the shadows of vaporized victims forever etched in stone in Hiroshima.
I’ve experienced the violent death of friends and comrades in the rice paddies of Vietnam.
I’ve witnessed atrocities too repulsive for words in Sierra Leone.
I’ve witnessed firsthand the ugly results of my own nation’s misuse of power in the name of peace as I worked to stop the Second Gulf War.
Over the past four decades, I have seen…I have touched, smelled, tasted, heard and felt violence and the lack of peace in scores of countries and dozens of combat zones around the world.
But, none of that compares to the unbelievably gross and senseless vulgarity of global hunger. Hunger is a four-letter word scrawled in red across our entire planet.
And the reality we need to face is that there will never be peace until we erase this moral outrage.
Peace can never be achieved without justice. And justice demands the cries of the hungry are stilled.
We can end hunger in our lifetime. It’s the first step toward achieving justice in the world. All we have to do is decide is that is what we really want. I’m not convinced it is.