Then, the King said,
“I was hungry and you told me that it was my own fault for being lazy and believing that I was entitled to help from hard working families and that I’d probably spent all of my money on alcohol, cigarettes and drugs anyway.
I was thirsty and you assumed that I was desperate for gin or vodka, rather than water.
I was naked and you said that I would have more chance of a job if I took more care of my personal appearance, even though I wore all I could afford.
I was poor and you told me I was a scrounger who just wanted to sponge off the state and put stories about me on the tv and newspapers, despite knowing nothing about my circumstances.
I was sick and you denied me any help, told me to go back to work and assumed I was faking illness in order to scrounge.
I was in prison and you demanded that the key was thrown away and that I was kept away from all respectable, law-abiding members of society because I was a bad person who could never change.
I was a stranger and you ran, scared of me, told me to go home, that your country was full and that I was only there to steal your money, possessions and jobs.
For I tell you, whenever you did this for one of the least of these brothers or sisters of mine, you did it to me”