A tiger does not shout its tigritude, it acts.
Just like birds, hunters know no borders.
Under a dictatorship, a nation ceases to exist. All that remains is a fiefdom, a planet of slaves regimented by aliens from outer space.
One's own self-worth is tied to the worth of the community to which one belongs, which is intimately connected to humanity in general. What happens in Darfur becomes an assault on my own community, and on me as an individual. That's what the human family is all about.
Each time I think I've created time for myself, along comes a throwback to disrupt my private space.