“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
This morning, driving in a morose mood (to which I have no right, but unsmiling and gloomy nevertheless), the red fox ran across the road 30 yards ahead — a bright red ruff and head, a white-tipped tail stretching out behind his sprint — . Two seconds from seeing to disappearance … and with that ocular incantation, my day changed. The fox gave me a levitation bump, the push […]
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I began to chant “M***********. M***********” when the video arrived of the smirking white boy in the MAGA hat, appropriately unnamed (for now) and his mob of laughing white boys and the lone Native American, Nathan Phillips , veteran, water protector, singing, surrounded, dignified, continuing to sing while the crowd shouted “Build the Wall” two days before Martin Luther King’s holiday. I felt as if I were looking into one of […]
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The anxiety is akin to a low level fever — the 2 year strain so unbroken it is only in its rare absence that I notice its unremitting presence. What will he do today? Will new revelations of corruption emerge? What new abuse of justice will one of his stooges commit? While his 63 million voters* yawn and laugh, will I awaken again at 3 A.M., the catalog replaying […]
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At its best, history lets us skip across time, our imaginations settling us into a place well beyond our years or our ability to have witnessed events. Good historians find the moments that will help us make metaphysical visits. For example, in Guelzo’s Gettysburg: The Last Invasion, on the third day of the battle, the Confederate cannonade prior to the launch of Pickett’s Charge was likely the loudest sound […]
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