One point of the book is summed up on page 126. An Iraqi man torn between warring factions says, “‘I am between two fires, my Sunni neighbours who would kill me if I don’t go out with them into the street, and the Shia militia.’ He paused before correcting himself. ‘No, three fires—there are the Americans, too.'”
If we are all to feel comfortable in our cultural skins, we have to figure out how to figure out who will wash the dishes.
The protesters of my generation (we came of age in the 60s and early 70s) have two lessons for the powerful generation standing up for all of us these days: 1) by uniting around solid ideas, you can be effective, and 2) the forces against you are powerful, militant, and may overcome you. We marched,Continue reading “Some advice from an older generation”
We didn’t tell the Irish, “Time’s up! They’re growing potatoes again.
I put my hand on Brad’s shoulder and said, “Just in case you thought that white people don’t notice this sort of thing, aren’t bothered by it, I want you to know I noticed.”
In the hospital, with help from an Iranian, Bosnian, Pole, Pakistani, Italian-American, German-American, and a woman from China. That’s my America.
E pluribus unum. We’re all in this together. Speak to me.