A Struggle with Identity

To my mind, the key controversy of our time revolves around the notion of identity.  Identity politics seems to be the rule of the day.  But what is meant by identity?  How does one define himself?  In the existential sense, this is the familiar confrontation of the self with the self.  This confrontation manifests itself…

The Matter with Black Lives

“It's an universal law-- intolerance is the first sign of an inadequate education. An ill-educated person behaves with arrogant impatience, whereas truly profound education breeds humility.” ― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn   A popular “hashtag” battle has achieved a symbolic primacy in the contemporary racial debate. Both the “Black Lives Matter” and “All Lives Matter” positions have…

To the Ignorant and the Open Minds

The other night, someone I had recently met confided in me her distaste for ignorant people. She continued with the usual diatribe that people who believe x, or people who perform y are ignorant, and thus follows the natural implication that such people are unworthy of the same amount of serious respect or attention as…

Some Thoughts on Thankfulness

As much as Americans thrive in reaffirming the moral goodness of gratitude whenever Thanksgiving rolls around, I find not much thought is put into the concept of thankfulness itself, much to our loss. The frequent question at the dinner table for the more observant Thanksgiving traditionalists is not to ask what thankfulness is, but to…

Guns and Consistency

Following the recent tragedy in Oregon, I cannot help but agree with President Obama’s assessment: prayers and sentiment are no longer enough in the wake of such wanton violence, not when the decision to take action is available. For too long, Americans have had to live under the fear of random and unexpected scenarios of…

Three Empty Words

The following thoughts are not a commentary on politics, but rather a politics on commentary.  In the course of reading thoughts and debates amongst my peers on current political issues, I do not claim to have all the right answers, but I can tell when someone really has no answer.  When it comes to claiming…

Of Pipes and Strings

The guitarist hurried to his usual spot in the city park, a vintage amp hanging from one hand and a beaten Fender slung across his back.  The light breeze barely managed to whisk back his thick blonde hair, stretching down to just above his shoulders as he approached the spot.  The worn Converse sneakers padded…

An Old Tale for a Young Heart

This story revolves around a little village in times past that rested peacefully on the side of a great mountain. Normally, the town would be of little note, and no scholar, no matter how studious, would find its name amongst all the annals of history. Yet it is the stories forgotten by history and remembered…

On Crossing the Street

Ever since I was a little boy, my parents trained me quite vigorously to look both ways before crossing the street.  I agree that when we become men and women, we must put childish ways behind us, but to this childish practice I have clung most tightly.  When I became old enough to drive, I…