October 12 may be a day of celebration for some and lamentation for others, but for everyone it marks a formidable change in the history of humanity.
Note: We don't talk about cultural assumptions. We just know things, or think we do. No one ever sat me down to tell me that some people’s lives didn’t have as much value as my own. No one had to sit me down and tell me. I knew. As I wrote the draft, I used... Continue Reading →
Stories of mothers who kill their children, whether news reports, fiction, or myths and legends, awaken our primordial fear of all mothers’ power over their children. The unquestioning and unavoidable trust of an infant for the mother can be terrifying to a grown-up child who realizes that his own mother should not have been trusted... Continue Reading →
When #BlackLivesMatter is countered with hateful slogans of the faux-egalitarian #AllLivesMatter, I recall sadly how, for a good part of my life, Black Lives really didn't matter. Wichita Falls, Texas, didn't hate black people. Many of us even kind of liked black people. We expressed our racial bias in a manner even more insidious than hate or aggression. We simply didn't see black people. The evidence of this is in vintage issues of my hometown newspaper: the lack of evidence of any black population at all.