I opened Frankenstein at random and found Elizabeth, Victor Frankenstein’s childhood friend, talking about the unjust death of their servant:
Before, I looked upon the accounts of vice and injustice that I read in books or heard from others, as tales of ancient days, or imaginary evils; at least they were remote, and more familiar to reason than to the imagination; but now misery has come home, and men appear to me as monsters thirsting for each other’s blood…When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?
To donate blood:
To advocate for gun gontrol:
To give aid to Puerto Rico:
To fight climate change: