Fifteen years ago I had the opportunity to participate in a peace-and-justice mission hosted by the Catholic Church. Several artists, musicians and I, a choreographer, were invited to a remote outpost on a Caribbean island to teach the indigenous population music and dance.
I was housed, along with the island’s half-dozen priests, in a stunningly beautiful air-conditioned villa equipped with a swimming pool, view, cook and maid; hardly my idea of how one would live who had taken a vow of poverty. This lifestyle was in stark contrast with the circumstances of the people I . . .
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