Right now, those who hate Atticus Finch don't hate him because he's racist. They dislike him because he's imperfect and because he signals to them and us, mirror-wise, that we are imperfect too. Where is our false perfected idol gone?
I know the chance of others really seeing us is isn't all the promising. But if WE take a second to look at ourselves and each other through soft and undistorted lenses, maybe that's all the seeing we need. I see you!
"Ready to Die" is a multifaceted masterpiece, but its driving force is Biggie's supplication for America to recognize a young black man wrought with the fear and rage of existing in a life rooted in continuing stagnation.
Recently, Congress decided that cutting $40 billion from the food stamps program would be a good idea. After all, that budget works out to a whole couple of bucks a day for a portion of the 40+ million Americans living below the poverty line.
When I started this search 20 years ago, this is what I knew: When I was two months old, I was adopted through the Elizabeth Lund Home in Burlington, Vermont; my birthparents were young teenagers; my birthmother was white; my birthfather was black. That's all.
What was he thinking? Was this just a pathetic attempt by an aging Hollywood icon to stay relevant? And did you catch the cutaway of Ann Romney during Eastwood's unscripted, meandering, 3-times-as-long-as-planned meltdown?
My list includes the authors' names, the number of novels I've read by each of them, and my three favorite novels (in rank order) by each of them. If you have different favorites by those authors, I'd like to hear about that.
Three Days Before the Shooting, The Unfinished Second Novel is magnificent for Ralph Ellison's fearless grappling with themes of race, identity, fate, responsibility, and the promise of the American dream.