Who Can Be the Worst Person in the World?

It does seem to me, that there is a competition going on - a brutal competition - to see who can be the worst person in the world. This is clearly not the case - this is only happening in my mind.

But something like it must be going on in other minds as well. I am reading the book Rabbit - where a young black woman (who has a remarkable memory) is remembering what her life was like.

She was raised in the black slums of Atlanta, Georgia - by an alcoholic mother, who did not know what man fathered each of her children. She was not trying to be a terrible mother - but she certainly was. And this can be said of many people - they are not trying to be bad - but they certainly are.

I am at the point in the book, where she has become a crack dealer. She knows crack destroys her customers - but it is supporting her, and her family, in great style. There are two kinds of people in her world - dealers and users, and she knows which kind she fits into.