Last night‘s re-read got me thinking. For a moment I juxtaposed this children‘s story on our adult reality - the migrants being the Whos and us urbanites/middle-class/elites/authorities/anyone who is safe and sound as the inhabitants of the Jungle of Nool - and found some unsettling issues. Do the people of Whoville need to be thankful to the people ‘bigger than they‘ who‘ve ‘got to protect them‘? That right there is inequality. Contd.👇🏽