What debt do we owe to other nations? Not in specific objective numbers that bounce around balance sheets, transferring wealth from elite to elite, but those amorphous calculations that never quite coalesce. Informal and black markets. Legacies of interference. Vagaries of chance.
Ahh, the New Year--time for family and food and drinks...and resolutions...gar. Usually I fill my resolution card with tasks that would be miracles to accomplish, then I promptly forget them, since they are written down somewhere and that somewhere is then lost. So, I wanted to write them down here, where I can digitally check... Continue Reading →
#IAmMogadishu, but I want us to think of more than simply this moment. We don't think of Paris or London as memorial to atrocity. We can and should write ourselves better narratives than "this is something that happens over there." This is what we owe to Somalia.
Uncomfortable ghosts haunt our dreams, wearing us down. We haze their faces across memory, bright again every time we add to their ranks.
Kaepernick asked us to question our revisions. Asked us to start a larger conversation on race and equality and what freedom truly means. If the oppressor is himself oppressed, how have I not bought into a system in which I know red and blue lights in the rearview mean at most an annoying ticket, and not a death sentence? How can I ensure that to be American means taking a hard look at how we have used our symbols to uphold systems of inequality, oppression, racism, cruelty? How can I help reinvent this system so the self-evident truths of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are enjoyed by all? It starts by taking a knee.