A Quintessential Moment: December 8, 1980

Thirty seven years ago at 11:06 pm the phone rang. I heard my mother tell the caller “he’s asleep”.  I knew it was for me. That entire day felt odd to me. Something weighed upon me. I was sad though I knew not why. I was depressed for no obvious reason. I was worried. I…

BLM

I’m beginning to hear comparisons between the alt-right group at the center of the travesty, tragedy and terror in Charlottesville, Virginia and Black Lives Matter. Let me say categorically there is no comparison. None. Zero. Zip.