I intended to write about immigrants. About our government’s demonization of immigrants. About the reasons people flee their homes, abandon their extended families and communities, take enormous risks and
Some people use a recording of rain’s soothing white noise to put themselves to sleep. I like to be woken up by the real thing. My
Yesterday afternoon, from 4:30 to 5:30 p.m., 17 men and women dressed all in black, stood in a line on the street in the little
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all crueltyto know what occurs but not recognize the fact. – William Stafford, from A Ritual to
A friend asked me to write a little essay about being astonished. Astonished? . . . My first thought was a glass of cool water.
“It was a dreadful thing to see. Human beings can be awful cruel to one another.” — Huck Finn
Right below the surface, like the rotting body of a drowned Ku Klux Klan Grand Dragon, is the stinking, smug racism of Donald Trump as
“Our government is the potent, the omnipresent teacher. . . . Crime is contagious. If the government becomes a law-breaker, it breeds contempt for the
Friends, Donald Trump has promised that his first official act as president will be as a dictator. My first act – waking up on November