I’ve been keeping a secret.
My secret is not something shocking, it’s not about music, and it’s not anything that would make an exciting gossip column. And the people who are impacted by this secret–the people who benefit from what I’m about to tell you–may never really know how it happened, because they do not have internet, may not have electricity, and almost certainly have never heard of Linkin Park.
I have a childhood friend from California named Andrew, who works for a non-profit, doing things like getting medical supplies to refugees after natural disasters. He had been going back and forth regularly between the US and Haiti. A little over a year ago, during one of his stops at home, I had him over for dinner. We talked about what was going on, and as he recounted the complex and troubling scenario he saw on his trips, he revealed…
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