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.
Restlessness pulses through my veins like an unwelcome narcotic, and I’ve been on this drug for so long that I’m not sure if I could live without it. In fact, it was passed to me through fetal capillaries, connected to a placental artery, which branched into a tree with a trunk extending deep into Persian … Continue reading The Restlessness in my Veins
Source. I was inspired to share this story after learning about Patrick Hutchinson's courage. He was quoted saying, "Just because somebody's up to no good, doesn't mean you have to kill them." Absolutely. I vaguely remember this, but I think I got the basic story right. It was sometime in Junior High. Maybe grade seven. … Continue reading My Friend, the Short-Lived White Supremacist
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?
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.