Eager to champion anyone who speaks out against gays, blacks, women, Hispanics and especially Muslims, these people will point guns at federal officers, write checks to bigoted restaurant owners and vote in extremist politicians who in turn vote for heinous hate legislation like the kind we saw in Indiana.
As a mixed-raced family in a white space, the reality is that anytime we leave our house as a family, we risk incurring the wrath of the ignorant. To partake in the joys of the first treats of spring can turn ugly without notice and, sadly, a visit to Maine's most populous city yesterday was the day when the ugly became personal.
The chief justice of Alabama's supreme court is making a stand in the courthouse door. This is not literally happening, the way it did in 1963 when Alabama Gov. George Wallace made a similar stand in the schoolhouse door. But in both cases, high Alabama officials are trying to preserve the state's ability to discriminate against a segment of its population.
One of NFL Hall of Fame coach Bill Parcell's more oft-used quotes is: "You are what your record says you are." That doesn't just apply to sports teams. Team America's record of late has not been of the champion of the values we say define who we are and what we're about. Our record says more about our real identity more than the one we imagine.
I held my boyfriend's hand the other day. I caught it and held it until we reached the main gates of University College Cork, as I usually do on campus, only this time I didn't let go after we'd passed through. We moved along the Western Road, toward Washington Street, and as we reached the innards of Cork City, something strange lingered over me.