Today’s Paris Story
On our drive into Paris yesterday we were singing lines from Les Miserables. Everyone loves Victor Hugo’s story of the everydayman driven by desperation to a small crime, excessively punished but spirit unbroken… Continue reading
Category Archive: Protest
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Saturday night civics lesson in Oakland
“Over a dozen protesters arrested after protest turned violent Saturday night in Oakland.” A headline too routine to read, a story so familiar the news agencies barely bothered to write it, mostly posting… Continue reading
My neighborhood tonight
The signs appeared about a month ago on a corner near where I live. The work of local artists, each page had the face of someone killed by police, and their name. It… Continue reading
Would you rather…feel good?
The playground game was simple. Ask “Would you rather…” followed by two options, probably one that’s physically unlikely and one that’s gastronomically inadvisable. Both options were reliably horrendous. It was a “choose your… Continue reading
Moving into 2018
Yesterday, fifth of the thirteen flights I am or was booked on in these couple weeks, had a three year old named Noah across the aisle. He was wearing a pilot’s hat and… Continue reading
I’m glad the alt right is coming to San Francisco
The white supremacist, with his full grown body, stunted intellect, and all the moral development of pond algae thinks that he is oppressed. He feels his heritage, status, and very understanding of the… Continue reading
I miss my friends
Well, the good news is, almost everybody got a job. I’m trying to focus on that. The woman in her early 40s with the big smile, and the shy younger woman (who swears… Continue reading
How many lawyers does it take to change an Islamophobic lightbulb?
No. Today is too beautiful for what I wrote last night about the plotlines of a dystopian novel are running off the page and into the headlines. (When Homeland Security wants to require visitors… Continue reading
Firsthand account from Standing Rock
“Have you heard about all this fake news stuff on facebook? Isn’t that horrible?” asked the woman on the BART train last night. “Totally,” her companion answered, and added “like all this stuff… Continue reading
Hands Around Lake Merritt
Was election night as bad as it gets, or is the worst still to come? That sick feeling of disappointment, of alienation from your nation, of watching a big part of my demographic… Continue reading
