The third worker who said the training was his favorite leans back into the stage mic.
“Kindness isn’t retards.” The remaining contorted worker stands up and walks to the microphone to speak. A tiny pause while they visibly gather courage. “Kindness is when you aren’t hurt, or mutilated, or criticized, or brainwashed. It’s when your family is protected from murder without anything asked. It’s when people get things they desperately need, as soon as they need them. It’s when you don’t feel terrified, or furious, or urgent. This feeling is called happiness.” The crowd goes quiet.
