Religious intolerance arose with presumptions of certainty: the sureness that my sect possesses certified knowledge means that I cannot endure your sect's evident error. If it had always been accepted that belief does not rise to the level of knowledge, religious intolerance might not have marred our histories.
During the winter break, I got the opportunity to visit my hometown of Pakistan. Having lived in a tolerant community for most of my life, I had never been exposed to the notion of religious intolerance, so it was vastly befuddling for me to see the rage with which religious minorities are denied their religious rights here.
As a highly educated person, as a candidate for the presidency, and as someone who has co-authored, along with your wife Candy, a book titled A More Perfect Union: What We the People Can Do to Reclaim Our Constitutional Liberties, you should have a more enlightened understanding of our nation's foundational document.
More than three years after the broadcast debuted, my Muslim audience now finds it ordinary, rather than aberrant, to hear a Jewish voice opine on Arab affairs in their mother tongue. In numerous Arab countries, such a situation would be revolutionary--but in Morocco, it's merely one step forward among many.
Four days before Christmas my neighbor invited me to a "Christmas concert" at her church. I like music and the inspiring classical sound of carols and church songs can be quite lovely. So I accepted her generous invitation and was whisked away a few days later in the early afternoon to imbibe the musicality of the season.