Our wilderness farm was a fabulous place to grow up. No one told us we were poor. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. We spent most of our waking hours outside when not in school, playing or doing chores. We’d go inside, reluctantly, for meals and at night, or when it was raining in summer or too cold … More What Was It Like, Grandpa?
A recent news report told about a reformed Skinhead who volunteers his time telling high school students about prejudice and extremism. “We live in a world that is very complicated,” he begins. “Extremists want their world made simple. It insulates them from the truth… from reality.” This wish for simplicity has parallels elsewhere. In the rust … More The Anatomy of Prejudice