What’s the best education for your child? How can you even know unless you have more than one choice?
Soon after Christine Blasey Ford was revealed as the author of a letter alleging Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh sexually assaulted her decades ago, responses ran along predictable lines. Some argued she should be heard, others questioned how much of her memory can be trusted.
I believe something happened to Christine Blasey Ford more than three decades ago. Six years before Brett Kavanaugh was a nominee for the Supreme Court, Ford related the story of an encounter with him to her therapist, which would have required an implausible prescience if her sexual-assault allegation is, as I’ve seen some conservatives argue, all part of an elaborate scheme.
Francis Fukuyama earned his place in philosophical history by declaring “the end of history” on the fall of the Berlin Wall and the collapse of communism. Nowadays Fukuyama, an engaging traveler through the world of ideas, poses this great question: Where are we going?
A Facebook and Twitter meme in circulation these days holds that the only thing any American need know about Muslims can be summed up in the 9/11 attacks on our nation. Another asks why, if Islam is a religion of peace, Muslim scholars and clerics don’t loudly condemn extremists who misrepresent it so. Of course, this latter question also begs why more Christians don’t condemn Christian leaders embracing policies and candidates who so obviously subvert Christian principles and make a mockery of Jesus Christ’s teachings.
Ethics appear near-dead in America, invoked selectively as a way to vilify someone in the other guy’s political party. Yet each of us at one time or another gets a chance to say yea or nay in such matters. Take the question now facing Hewitt residents: If an appointed city official blows the whistle on an elected city official for violating state law, is the latter ethically justified in firing the former?
In a field just three blocks from tourist mecca Magnolia Market at the Silos lay a homeless man fast asleep in the middle of the day. He was covered with blisters from the sun, with stickers and grass embedded in his matted hair. He smelled of both alcohol and human excrement. He had no sleeping bag, no bottle of water and no protection from the 103-degree temperature. As he awakened to the touch of a person trying to help, his words made no sense. “There are demons all over me,” he said in confusion. Then he cried out loud with tears running down his face.
We are constantly bombarded with bad news. There are disasters, dangers, challenges and woes. On the political scene, we find perpetual discord peppered with lurid denunciations and shrill condemnations. Media reports are alternately dismaying, disappointing, distressing, disgusting or depressing. But despair not, friends: All is not lost!
What were we talking about one year ago? Take a look back.
Sixteen words from my doctor changed my life: “What worries me is that I think you are in the early stages of Parkinson’s disease.” I was 48 years old.
To the best of my knowledge, all four of my grandparents immigrated to America in a legal fashion. My parents were born in Texas, allowing my birth to gift me citizenship as an American and a Texan. Yet I sometimes wonder where I might be had my family been deported.
This month marks the 60th anniversary of implementation of the 1957 Civil Rights Act, which enshrines the right of all U.S. citizens to vote regardless of race, ethnicity or gender. It also established the Civil Rights Division of the Department of Justice, so instrumental in helping to ensure the rights of minorities and women.