Fourth of July. In Douglaston, Queens this was the day of the annual athletic competition. For some masochistic reason I entered these events every Fourth, and got clobbered time and again by the neighborhood kids.
In my experience, all Muslims would agree on one thing: that the United States provides them with more freedom, more security, more opportunity, and more peace than the country from which they emigrated.
I believe Ground Zero is sacred. I believe every inch of America is sacred. I believe, in an era where more and more people are convinced that different faiths are fated to fight, America is nothing short of a mercy upon all the worlds.
Americans hate government, Brits love it (I exaggerate for effect). But Americans have dozens upon dozens of schools of public affairs/administration/policy/management; we in the UK have virtually zilch. How come?
There is a policy myth is that churches and charities alone could take care of the problems of poverty -- especially if we slashed taxes. But this really has more to do with libertarian political ideology than good theology.
Our lazy and self-comforting reductionism says nothing about Haiti or Pakistan, and all too much about us Americans. The earthquake in Haiti and the floods in Pakistan were natural disasters, but didn't happen in a geopolitical vacuum.
He and I were instantly linked the moment I received word of his passing. How could my end be any different -- and was there anything in that life, seen from its beginning to its end, which I should feel unfulfilled by, were it my own?
Time and time again, immigrants have been met with fear and misinformation, often stoked by politicians desperate for electoral success -- even if it means taking the low road and appealing to the worst instincts in American life.