In 12th grade, our European history book spoke of a village in France that sheltered over 3,000 Jews during the height of the Holocaust. The refuge wasn’t secret; its mission was known, and the town’s unity defied the Nazis’ quest to continue searching for Jews.
If you study English, people ridicule your “useless” major. If you study science, people snarl when you tell them climate change is real.
We all know the southern part of heaven is in North Carolina — but what soft and wondrous summits rim the northern part? I think it must be in Sweden.
I’m reading a book about pastoral England in Queen Victoria’s time. The village of Haworth was in revolt because its minister had just died, and by tradition, the churchgoers ought to choose the heir to the office.
Last April, my adviser (that’s, like, your boss in graduate school) informed me that he didn’t think I “had it in me” to finish a Ph.D. and that he was washing his hands of me. He then ordered me out of his office with a grandiloquent, “Thank you, Mejs!”
After eight years of lying that Obama is a Muslim, I think the tragedy for Trump voters is that they and their leader are turning into those they fear.
January 2015 — I was in Chapel Hill, musing. Extremists were running wild in Iraq, doing awful things.
What’s the game plan? It’s a question on many a Muslim’s mind now that Donald “Dip Bullets in Pig’s Blood” Trump prevailed. I’ve heard defiance and fear. However, here’s a new tack — that we Muslims lose our superiority complex
I once lived in Maryland, and let me tell you, that whole state sucks. It's nowhere near as friendly as North Carolina — but they didn't vote for Trump, so now I don't know what to think.
Over the past year, every time Donald Trump said something terrifying, I would start googling “Japanese internment camps,” or the “Night of Broken Glass” — the 1938 pogrom of Jewish businesses and homes.