Contradictiion in Terms

Last night I attended a Hunger Banquet. "What's a hunger banquet?" you might ask. Yes, it sounds like a contradiction in terms.

When I stepped into the room I was escorted to one of three areas. In the middle were a few lavishly decorated tables with china, silver and elaborate flower centerpieces. At a larger area to the right were bare tables with paper plates and cups.

To the left was the largest area. No tables, no chairs. Just trash and garbage strewn all around on the bare floor. Most of the guests were escorted to that area. Me among them. We sat on the floor.

While we were within 10 feet of the rich diners we couldn't bother them because we were "guarded" by military men.

A large screen flashed world wide facts about hunger. The leaders did some cleaver things to further sensitize us.

After the rich group had finished their drinks and appetizers it was time for their main course. They were served first by fancy waiters.

The "bare table" group had to line up to serve themselves a simple meal.

We, the majority, were last. We got a small bowl of maze and a little cup of water. After we lined up a booming voice announced "Men at the head of the line. Women and children last." So we women fell back.

I'm glad I was in my group. I would have been so embarrassed to indulge myself in front of most of the people on this planet.