The youngest victims of genocide represent the last dying breath of our shared humanity
When the tiny lifeless body of Alan Kurdi washed up on a Turkish shore 10 years ago, the world stood still. We were horrified. That image inspired a column I wrote at the time lamenting the Harper government’s refusal to welcome and resettle more Syrian refugees. This was a time before genocides were livestreamed, and before desensitized doomscrolling gave way...