Human, Like You.

I’ll admit, I’m obsessed with how you processmy projection, how your consciousnessconceives of my existence -- this corporeal form before you.Do I bore you with myfrequent expressions of frustration, or do youfind me worthy of your attention? Maybe we’re not there yet…are you faltering behind that veil of perception?The one that perceives me as the … Continue reading Human, Like You.

Division in the Guise of Inclusion?

At the risk of seeming reductionistic, I think there’s this common pattern of thinking that drives prejudice, bigotry, and racism. I find that it requires one to arbitrarily associate a handful of mostly unrelated characteristics, and then to use this hodgepodge to assign value, to impose judgement, or to make assumptions about the character/capacity of … Continue reading Division in the Guise of Inclusion?

That Brutal Day on the Corner of Olive Avenue and Bernard Street.

Note: The real names of the individuals in this story have not been used in order to protect their identities. I wasn’t old enough to get a real job, but a sixth grader named Lance chucked the newspapers around Lewis Drive and graciously offered me his flyer route. I got twenty-five cents a flyer, which … Continue reading That Brutal Day on the Corner of Olive Avenue and Bernard Street.