I mourn the America I never knew. I thought I knew her in the ways you know a kindly grandmother whose lap you settle on and hear stories, my head tucked into the crook of her shoulder. My stories were of the God-loving Founding Fathers with funny wigs who wrote our Constitution, feather quills dancing … Continue reading the america I never knew: a meditation
These days, it's easy to be a "citizen of the world." Within a minute, I scan storm updates for the Caribbean on Twitter, get an email alert from one of my French advisees, and dig into a burrito from the joint next door as I sit in a dress made in El Salvador. Without breaking … Continue reading going global
Our nation's pedestal of power has always borne a cost. Keeping it "great," making it greater in the ways advertised this election season may require more of the putty of marginalized bodies to cement the bricks. Reggae artist Ziggy Marley once sang: "Don't know your past, don't know your future," and the lyrics ring true for America. Our historical amnesia prevents us from understanding what acts shaped the contours of our national identity...and who we mutilated in the process.
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