I have uttered the term “Third World” before, mostly out of frustration when the electricity went out, or the internet signal reduced to the point where I could not check my email, or while watching a Panama-flagged Matson vessel slip into the horizon while the stores still lacked what I considered to be basic supplies. (I had a jubilant Christmas in Chuuk when Shigeto’s Store suddenly had lentils and olive oil. I may...