We Are Orlando
“You better be careful; we don’t want to get shot.” These are the words I said to Jeremy last Saturday evening when his hand reached for mine while walking into a restaurant in an unfamiliar town. These are the words that were uttered mostly as a joke, but which now…
In the ams of Ali
“My conscious won’t let me go shoot my brother, or some darker people, or some poor hungry people in the mud for big powerful America. And shoot them for what? They never called me nigger, they never lynched me, they didn’t put no dogs on me, they didn’t rob me…
In the arms of Ali
“My conscious won’t let me go shoot my brother, or some darker people, or some poor hungry people in the mud for big powerful America. And shoot them for what? They never called me nigger, they never lynched me, they didn’t put no dogs on me, they didn’t rob…
Summer Brain Drain
My sister-in-law posted a picture the other day of my niece enjoying her first week of summer vacation from elementary school. In the picture, my niece was stretched out in the sun on a beach chair with her nose buried deep inside a book. In the caption and comments, my…
The Great Fiesta yet to come
Today we hosted a lunch at church for the Coalition of Immokalee Workers and their allies. Most of the fresh tomatoes served at US restaurants and sold in supermarkets October through April come from Florida, with a large percentage of those coming from the area around the town of…
