Dearest Olivia took me to Tesco’s to get the food shopping in last night and, upon setting eyes on the four-page list of ingredients I was supposed to buy, helped me reach the executive decision to give cookery a miss this week.

It’s the end of the pay period, I’m not exactly rolling in it and I’d rather buy electricity and phone credit than vine fruits and pudding basins. I apologise to my mum and dad for this because it means I probably won’t be turning up to either of their houses over Christmas bearing seasonal homebakery as I’d hoped.

Today my friend and now colleague Flavie accompanied me on a mini-reconnaissance through Primrose Hill to find a good taxi-hailing street where I could loiter, lumpen in my orthopedic footwear, and pretend to be glamorous despite it being pitifully clear that will be impossible for the next six weeks.

The outfit went down the pan because I couldn’t even bring myself to try on my pencil skirt with flats, let alone wear it to a new job, and then the accessorising fell by the wayside too.

Skirt suit

Law suit

We had to run away quickly because people started throwing coins at me. One of them implored me to please not spend the money on a good meal.

Conclusions:

• In the absence of recipe cookery I was able to buy a trolley-full of exciting fruit, veg, yoghurt and other healthy items I hardly ever get to eat. It’s the equivalent of how a normal person feels buying a load of cakes and pizzas.
• A few things ruining my chances of looking like a Hitchcock heroine this week: flat shoes, special boot, crutches, neon socks on crutches, too-low waistlines on clothes (cinching and flats have a difficult marriage), eighties tailoring, heavy fringe, lighting.

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Published: Friday, November 20, 2009

Updated: Friday, November 20, 2009

Caitlin Bush

"Most Americans do not know slavery not only exists in the world today, it flourishes," said Ron Soodalter, co-author of The Slave Next Door, in his presentation in the Pegasus Ballroom Monday morning.

"Somewhere around 27 million people are in bondage in the world today. Now, that’s over twice the number as were trafficked in chains in the entire 350 years of the African slave trade."

Soodalter, an active abolitionist and historian, kicked off International Education Week at UCF as the keynote speaker for the Second Annual International Breakfast. The Slave Next Door presentation concluded the three-part series on "Slavery’s Resurgence" facilitated by the Office of the Special Assistant to the President for Global Perspectives and the International Services Center.

The series began with Somaly Mam, a Cambodian human rights activist, former slave and author of The Road of Lost Innocence: The True Story of a Cambodian Heroine, when she shared her experiences in September.

In October, Micheline Slattery, a human-rights activist and former restavek, or domestic child slave, in both Haiti and the United States, addressed about 300 attendees.

Modern-day slavery includes around 800,000 men, women and children trafficked each year around the world. According to the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement Web site, about 17,500 of them end up in the United States, with a high percentage received in Florida.

Soodalter suggests a simple Google search on human trafficking for astounding results.

In spite of major federal legislation and anti-trafficking laws passed in 43 states, 103 human-trafficking convictions have resulted, Soodalter said.

Trafficking remains hidden, is largely unreported and difficult to identify. According to the 2009 Trafficking in Persons, or TIP, report, published by the U.S. Department of State, forced labor/involuntary servitude represents the majority of human-trafficking cases in the world. The co-author of Soodalter’s book,  Kevin Bales, wrote the original 156-page TIP report, titled “Trafficking Persons in the United States — A Report to the National Institute of Justice.”

“The whole thing is disserving and extending,” said retired UCF foreign language professor David Gurney. “It contributes to the antagonism from people in underdeveloped countries to Western civilizations or Western countries.”

In the 1850s, purchasing a slave ran roughly $1,200, the equivalent of around $40,000 in today’s money. The reality is purchasing a slave today costs as little as $100, which makes them affordable and disposable, Soodalter said.

A trafficking victim lives in fear of violence or the threat of violence daily, he said.

Shawn Cox, victim witness coordinator and licensed clinical social worker with the United States Attorney’s Office, advocates that trafficking is a crime of absolute power over someone. According to the report Cox co-authored, “Victims of Human Trafficking and Trauma,” the psychological consequences of a victim are similar to the consequences of severe or chronic child abuse or experiencing acts of terrorism.

"In case you thought slavery doesn’t touch you, guess again," Soodalter said. "Chances are, the clothes you wear, the food you eat, has been touched by slavery."

The good news is there have been some inroads made recently in the area of agricultural servitude, Soodalter said. When Taco Bell refused to stop buying produce picked by enslaved workers in an effort known as the "Ban the Bell" campaign, it set a precedent that several other companies, including McDonalds, A&W, Long John Silver’s, Pizza Hut, Whole Foods, Chipotle and Burger King, have followed, Soodalter said.

"The message is clear," Soodalter said. "Slavery and worker abuse will not be tolerated. Not here, not now, not ever."

Mark Freeman, public affairs coordinator for the Global Perspectives Office, said they are hoping to continue the series next spring since response has been incredible. Because of the series last spring, students on campus were so spurred into action they formed the unofficial student group “Students Against Slavery @ UCF,” Freeman said. “Students Against Slavery @ UCF” has a Facebook page, and Harry Coverston serves as the faculty advisor for the group.

"Spreading the word is the most important thing," said Frank Hegedus, a senior political science and international relations major. "There is only right now."

http://www.centralfloridafuture.com/abolitionist-historian-wraps-up-global-perspectives-series-1.2093273

Update as of 28 October 2009

Hindi films have their stereotypes – the hero is always handsome; the heroine always dainty; both of them can love each other but never kiss. The heroine never goes to clubs or holds a hard drink in her hand. If she did dangle a cigarette on her lips, then she was the transforming into the vamp. The hero is a multi-talented guy who can sing, dance, play any musical instrument and knock down an army of elephant sized villainous henchmen and yet have enough breath left to give a 20 minute speech. Sometimes, the hero may play tricks and pretend to be “bad” by drinking reddish liquids from green coloured wine-shaped bottles – most often these bottles will have the number 69 emblazoned on them. This is then followed by a boring song that he sings, surprisingly in tune, to finally crash down at the feet of a golden hearted “auntie” or the heroine. He will be reformed; you can be sure – because the “bad men” don’t fall after drinking that stuff – perhaps because they (the bad men”) sit in their dingy parlours, strumming their fingers with the same green Bottle with No. 69 sitting smugly on a table next to them, but never really consume the “red stuff”. But you know they are bad, because they try to force a nubile, squirming heroine to wet her lips with the red liquid. The heroine also breaks down with her nahin nahin (no! no!) until she is saved by the hero’s dramatic and glass smashing entry. Just the moment when the audience bites their nails and wishes that he picks up that green bottle to smash it on the villain’s head! Good must always triumph over evil, it is ordained.

Today was another dramatic Hindi filmy day on D Street – with its dramatic ups and downs and share of heroes and villains. I could call the SENSEX the heroine, since it just followed the machinations of the D Street Boyz – some heroes, some villains; but all chasing the now famous green wine bottle with the Number 69 on it. It was the day when the SENSEX finally ended 69 points down at 16283 – a good 527 points down this week. What went up in the last 2 days tanked today, while some that tanked yesterday moved up – but many that went down yesterday continued with the trend; while those that perked up yesterday, also stayed on course. Interesting point to note is that like the Diwali Movie releases this year, today’s Hindi Film at D street was a damp squib. Lot of hullaballoo, but noone is actually amused. Perhaps they should learn from that guy in the US who made a “no budget” movie that very few people watched when released 2 years ago; but sold it to some large moviemaker, and is spooking out the Hollywood turnstiles now and nearing the $ 100 Million collections mark. It took 2 actors, 1 director-cum-cameraman and a handheld video recorder to make that film… No wine bottles with faux whisky in it!

But one stereotype I like is the choice of cars used by the rich brats (hero or heroine) – sometimes a yellow coupe Mercedes; or a red and white monstrous Chevy; and at times a different coloured car to match the heroines outfits! For a car starved country like ours – this is truly a treat! Keep them rolling!!

Cheers

We are thankful for the men and women who fought and died for our freedoms.  We are humbled by their sacrifice.

It is therefore all the more troubling that soldiers at Ft Hood were felled by one of their own.  It is puzzling to see that national command authorities show greater concern over anti-Muslim sentiment which is no where in evidence whether than over political correctness which got our soldiers killed.

It seems that we were a lot quicker to pull the trigger on some esoteric money laundering scheme of Iran’s than a physical threat to our soldiers. I have no love for Iran but where are the priorities?

Did political correctness get our soldiers killed?

Did people die to meet an Army quota?

Suspect Charged with Murder

Terrorist may be partially paralyzed

Mourning and Celebration

Heroine looking good and feeling well

Saving Private Ryan is not the ‘best’ war film?

11th Hour

Free meals for  Vets

Inspiring Hero and Soldier Quotes

National  Veterans Day Ceremony

Veterans Day

Veterans Day 2

111111

Navajo Code Talker

Veterans and Active Duty Military eat free

NYC Veterans Day Parade

Google Veterans Day

Online Job Search

Government Work

Job Search

Job Search for the Older Worker

Enemies Within

Mosques seized

Sky scraper

Soldier of Allah

Red Flags

Due to the holiday (learn more here), I am off work today — off from my day job at least – but I’m kicking it in gear with my writing hobby this morning!  Today, I will draft up chapter 11 of my NaNoWriMo WIP.  I’m very excited about my progress!

However…  Yesterday morning on the way to work, I was thinking of how to enrich my characters in this WIP.  Because I’m in NaNo/draft mode, I’ve been concentrating on beefing up my word count, so deeper characterization has been sacrificed in the process.  I mean, here I have a heroine being interviewed for her memoirs, and, well, um, I kinda skipped over her answers.  Hee.    But!  Plot and dialogue (and setting) are really taking shape in the WIP.  So, I suppose that’s the trade-off when I go all “NaNo” on a WIP — producing a higher word count, watching my plot and dialogue take shape, coming closer to a completed manuscript — but losing the essence of my characters.

Potentially, this is bad.  (LOL)

Bad because novels need engaging characters with believable motivations and actions.  In fact, some would argue (though not me) that compelling characterization is the backbone of any great novel.  (I, on the other hand, believe in theme-based novels.)  Anyway, I have to keep this urge to develop character sketches off my plate for now.  The point of NaNo is producing 50,000 words in one month toward completing a manuscript.  And, except for the work I will have to do on characterization later, I am on my way toward meeting that goal.

To best serve our purposes, the new mythology needs an expanded definition of hero (see entries for 11/02 and 10/26).

So I offer this insight from Joseph Campbell, as recorded in The Power of Myth, with Bill Moyers:

“We are in childhood in a condition of dependency under someone’s protection and supervision for some fourteen to twenty-one years—and if you’re going on for your Ph.D., this may continue to perhaps thirty-five.

“You are in no way a self-responsible, free agent, but an obedient dependent, expecting and receiving punishments and rewards.

“To evolve out of this position of psychological immaturity to the courage of self-responsibility and assurance requires a death and a resurrection.  That’s the basic motif of the universal hero’s journey—leaving one condition and finding the source of life to bring you forth into a richer or mature condition.”

In that statement, Campbell tells us why we need heroes and heroines.  We don’t just need heroes to inspire us, to show us the best in ourselves.  We need heroes to show us how to effectively navigate the necessary transitions of life.  How do we transition through the many deaths and births that a full life requires?  We don’t need pep talks; we need tools.  The hero or heroine finds these tools for us, and demonstrates how best to work with them.

Too often, we select a prominent individual and project the best of ourselves onto that person.  We actually use that hero to disown our own heroic aspect.  Yes, we feel inspired by that person—inspired to cheer, to clap for him.

We need people who are like walking maps.  But for these heroes and heroines to be effective, they must reject our projections.  In that sense, perhaps the best hero is the one who does not want to be recognized as hero…

…the one who throws the projection right back in our faces and tells us to carry our own positive shadow.

© 2009, Michael R. Patton
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See why I was so worried about Heroine being too big?  I finished knitting it on Friday and did all the seaming over the weekend, I’ve been so anxious about felting this coat that I just wanted to rush and finish it before I decided to rip the whole thing out and knit the size smaller.  This morning I shoved it in my way too small garment bag, stuck it and a couple rubber balls in the washer and turned it on for a heavy-duty 45 minute cycle on the hottest setting.  That’s what I’ve found works best in my front-loader.  It felted perfectly after one trip through the wash and it fits really good, yes, I tried it on wet.  It fits like a coat should, it’s nice and roomy and hits right at my hip.  My only compliant is that the sleeves are a about a half inch or so longer than I would like, no big deal.  As soon as it’s dry I’ll take some more pictures.

We’ve been having some beautiful sunsets this fall.  I loved this when the orange and red and that tiny hint of blue.

A friend of mine has been learning how to crochet and some of the people she works with knit or crochet so we’re going to start getting together once a week or so.  I wonder what they would say if I lugged my loom in?  Or my wheel?  I might try it sometime.

I don’t know what medals are awarded to civilians for extraordinary acts of courage, but I have two nominations that come to mind.

I wrote in a recent post about the incredible bravery of the civilian police officer Sergeant Kimberly Munley. It may be old news now that Munley, the 5’3” mother of two, stopped Major Nidal Malik Hasan, the assassin of Fort Hood. But if you have been vacationing on Mars for the last couple of days, Hasan a Muslim shot 13 people and wounded many more at a medical building at Fort Hood, Texas after learning that he was to be deployed to Afghanistan. It was the single greatest act of terrorism since September 11^th, 2001 at the World Trade Center. Sergeant Munley was on the scene with her partner within three minutes of the initial shooting. She ran into Hasan as he chased a soldier out of the medical center and was attempting to kill him. Sergeant Munley ran towards Hasan firing her weapon. Hasan immediately turned and ran towards Munley firing his two automatic weapons at her. In the face-to-face gun battle Munley was shot in both thighs and her wrist, but continued to fire at Hasan as she fell backwards, managing to hit him four times and stop his murderous spree. Hasan lived due to the heroism and dedication to duty of the very soldiers he was trying to kill. Munley was taken to a hospital and treated for her wounds. According to Dr. Kelly Matlock the first words Munley spoke as she regained consciousness from the anesthetic used in her surgery was, “Did anybody die?”

My second nomination would be for Amber Bahr, a 19 year old Nutritionist from Wisconsin who joined the Army Reserves at the age of 17. When Hasan was in the medical building screaming “Allahu Akbar” (God is great), and firing indiscriminately at military personnel, Ms. Bahr did not run, but calmly treated a fallen soldier with a tourniquet made from her blouse, and then carried another soldier to medical treatment even though she had been shot in the back, and had an exit wound to the stomach from which she was bleeding profusely.

Many blogger’s posts and newspaper articles have described in detail the heroism of both these ladies, including my own. Thank God they both survived and are recovering from their wounds. Neither of these two ladies would probably have considered themselves heroines prior to the shooting. I don’t think that they do even today, but they are, and they deserve more than a casual thank you and a few kind words written about their courage.

People are not born heroes. They are born with an instinct for self preservation. It is the nobility of character that brings out the heroism in a person. These two ladies showed that they have that nobility of character.

Nothing can ever take away the pain and the loss that Hasan caused that day with his act of terrorism. All of America shares in that pain. Our hearts are with the victims and their families.

But if it were not for the incredible acts of bravery of Ms. Munley and Ms. Bahr it might have been much worse and those actions deserve the highest honors whether they consider themselves heroes, or not.

An American police woman has been hailed a heroine after taking on the lone gunman who went on a shooting spree at a huge military base in the United States, killing 13 people and wounding 30 others.

Source:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/6514427/Fort-Hood-shooting-police-woman-hailed-for-bravery.html

Hero or not??

Many members of the extended Fort Hood family are thanking God that Kimberly Munley reported for work as usual this past Thursday morning.

This petite traffic cop single handedly stopped the worst mass shooting ever on an American military base, a rampage that left 13 dead and 30 wounded, while being shot through both legs herself.

This gal is a true “American Hero”. Best wishes to her and all of the wounded for a very speedy recovery.

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Fort Hood, Texas ~ A police officer and mother of one was hailed a heroine yesterday after it emerged that she almost single handedly ended the massacre at America’s biggest military base.

Kimberly Munley does not look as if she would be much of a match for a heavily armed US soldier on a murderous rampage. But the slightly built 34-year-old civilian officer was first on the scene after Major Nidal Malik Hasan began firing on comrades at Ford Hood in Texas as they prepared to deploy to Afghanistan and Iraq. The 39-year-old psychologist killed 13 and left 31 others with serious injuries.

On Thursday afternoon Ms Munley was doing her usual job of directing traffic on the sprawling base. By chance, she and her partner happened to walk past the Soldiers’ Readiness Processing Centre soon after Major Hasan — armed with two handguns — cornered his fellow soldiers. Soldiers who witnessed the rampage described the gunfire as continuous, methodical and well aimed.

Ms Munley succeeded in bringing him down by shooting him four times, even after being hit by a bullet that passed through both her legs, according to witnesses.

Her swift reaction and courage were being praised last night for preventing many more deaths.

via Times Online.

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Updated: November 11, 2009  8:26 am EST

I heard through the grapevine yesterday that our heroine Ms. Munley apparently did not single-handedly stop the Fort Hood massacre.

Unnamed sources stated that a white male soldier fired the 4 rounds that took down the shooter, Major Hasan.  Munley was supposedly already laying on the ground wounded before any of the shots had hit Hasan.

The source also stated that the story of Munley as the heroine was “prepared” by the media. I will try to verify this. Would appreciate any relevant links. Thanks.

Some days are so dark, some activities so despicable it seems hard to find anything of which to be positive. Yesterday was such a day, what with the Fort Hood shooting rampage that left 13 persons dead and 30 injured; the worst tragedy ever seen on any of our military bases. But there was at least one glittering light of hope and honor when:

Fort Hood police Sgt. Kimberly Munley, a 34-year-old wife and mother, and her partner responded within three minutes of the reported gunfire and shot the alleged gunman, Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan, four times despite being shot herself, Lt. Gen. Bob Cone said.

Source: AP

This civilian police officer is being widely hailed as a hero, for she doubtless prevented a wider loss of life. It is a mercy that she is expected to make a full recovery herself. I salute her bravery and her courage. It is reported that after she began firing, Hasan whirled around and physically charged her. Holding a gun in each hand, he fired, the bullets hitting her in the thighs and wrist. She was the one, though, who four times shot the alleged gunman, Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan.

I pray for her complete recovery, for all the others who were injured, for the morale of our military personnel, and for the families of those whose loved ones are among the fallen.

So, I woke up today with a really random thought/question.    We all know about the Alpha male- you know, the macho, bossy, too arrogant to care guy.  We also write about the Beta male.  The one that is caring, sensitive and treats the heroine well.  So, is there an OMEGA male?  The first two letter of the Greek Alphabet are Alpha and Beta.  The last is Omega.   So, what kind of guy is the Omega?  And will we ever see a book with him as the hero?  

So, do you see the Omega man (yes. I know there was a movie by that name) as the ultimate anti hero or as the uber-nerd??  Just askin’

An early Block with quite a history. It’s been reprinted twice since its Gold Medal debut in 1961 — as Sweet Slow Death in 1986 from Jove, Mona in 1994 from Carroll & Graf,  and as Grifter’s Game as the the first offering from Hard Case Crime in 2005.  A lot of mileage for an old title that has now become somewhat a classic in 60s noir.

I read somewhere that Block had started this one as a Nightstand title, and $20 Lust as something for Gold Medal or Beacon, but things got switched around, and when his agent Henry Morrison at Scott Meredith read the manuscript, he concluded it was good enough for Gold Medal and under Block’s own name.  Thus, Mona became the first paperback Block had his name on the cover, instead of Lesley Evans, Sheldon Lord, or Andrew Shaw.

There’s a Mona, a dead ex-wife, in $20 Lust (aka Cinderella Sims), talked about earlier, and a number of Monas show up in Block’s Andrew Shaw books.  She’s like Harry Whittington’s Cora, popping up often in different, same soul.

Block’s many Monas are just no good…tramps, cheats, and liars all…

[Side note: he same year, 1961, Block also published with Gold Medal Death Pulls a Double-Cross, also under his own name.  It was here that Block started to move away from the sleazecore and begin his career as a crime noir writer.]

The narrator of Mona/Slow Sweet Death/Grifter’s Game is Joe Marlin: con man, grifter, gigolo, player, crook.  He moves from hotel to hotel under different names, skipping out on the bill.

At the top, we find him in Philadelphia, moving in on a mark, a young woman whom he thinks has money, and she thinks he comes from her high society rich people’s circle.  Talk of love and marriage, and he actually feels something, so when he confesses to her that he’s not a rich man, she freezes at his touch. Then she vanishes, cutting out on two months’ rent, and Joe realizes she was playing him, thinking he was a rich guy she could snag.

The world is full of grifters, full of liars all out for the game, the buck, the payday, he realizes.

At a train station, he lifts another man’s luggage for the clothes and whatever else there is, and checks into a hotel by the beach.  There are a lot of nice clothes in the luggage, that help him fit in among the ritzy.

Lying out on the beach, he meets a young woman, Mona Brossard, who tells him she’s unhappily married to an older man in his 50s.  They make a date. They have sex. The sex is fitting for a Nightstand book, perhaps when Block was still writing this one with Nightstand in mind.

Then he finds a huge chunk of uncut, raw heroin in the luggage, worth tens of thousands, if nit hundreds on the open market after it’s cut and processed.  Then he realizes the name on the luggage matches the name of Mona’s husband…and then she finds his luggage when he’s asleep and she says, “What are you doing with my husband’s luggage?!”

Here we think: okay, how can this be?  A wild coincidence.  Joe should think the same but he figures it crazy luck, and he’s too in lust/love with Mona to think right, to realize, like the other girl, he’s being played.

Only later in the book, when we do find out he’s a patsy, that we can go back and see all the clues, where the heroin and the heroine converge.  Mona saw him take the luggage an she followed him, with a plan in mind, and intentionally met him on the beach…

Oh, Joe gets sucked in, he kills her husband and makes it look like a gangster hit, he plants the raw heroin in the man’s office so the cops will think the murder was over drugs…and then Mona vanishes, she sends Joe $3,000 to his hotel in Miami instead of showing up for love and happiness…

But Joe is crafty. Through the real estate agent selling the widow Mona’s house, he finds out she’s in a hotel in Lake Tahoe.  Joe is good at social engineering, at getting info from people.

In Tahoe, she has a handsome man at her side, a hired lover it seems.

He confronts her…

What can she say?

“Are you going to kill me too, Joe?”

Joe gets away with murder, he isn’t writing his story from a prison cell or before his suicide as some of these crime books.

At the blog Somebody Dies, the reviewer talks about the Hard Case reprint and notes:

A book like this could have ended in any of a dozen ways, all of them somewhat predictable, but Block comes up with one that absolutely knocks you to the floor…

Indeed, the last two chapters are truly dark, sadistic, and cathartic in a twisted way — the revenge every man wants for a woman who lies, double-crosses, cheats or hurts.  Mona has hurt Joe badly with her con game, using her vagina and her words of love and promise of money to turn him into a killer.

So he gets her back — the heroin and the heroine converge.  Should I spoil it for you?  I won’t.  It is indeed a slow sweet death, one he embraces as inevitable for her and later himself.

This little novel wraps up in such a dark way that I was totally surprised, and delighted that this one did not have a patent predictable ending.

And solidifies why I have become a Larry Block fan this year.

Highly recommended, boys and girls and tawdry readers of sleaze.  The Gold Medal edition might be pricey to acquire, but you can find the Hard Case one used for $1 out there.

I was stunned…

…when political satirist Bill Maher, shortly after the 9/11 attacks, asked if the terrorists might be considered heroes.

However, trying to keep an open mind, I questioned my resistance to that idea.

Could those men possibly fit our current definition of hero?  Shouldn’t a hero or heroine believe in a cause that goes beyond personal interest?  Shouldn’t heroes be willing to sacrifice their lives for an ideal?

But what if we define “hero” as the ancient Greeks did?  If we define “hero” not as one who does “good” acts, but as one who does acts of monumental consequence…

…then perhaps these angry men qualify.

On the other hand, maybe their anger disqualifies them.  If a hero acts out of anger, then is he not acting from fear?

But what if the anger is justified?

I would say that if someone projects his hatred onto someone or something else…

…without looking into the mirror, without examining himself, without questioning the source of his feelings…

…then he is acting out of fear.

A hero may be afraid, but does not act out of fear.

As our hero looks into the mirror, he must be willing to see the one he would call “enemy” in his reflection.

I think we now have two different societies, two different cultures, looking at each other and not comprehending what they see—or at least, not very well.

They do not realize that they’re staring into a mirror.

© 2009, Michael R. Patton
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