Month: September 2001

As she stood there, strong and tall.She couldn't turn away,She was forced to watch it all. Did she long to offer comfortAs Her country bled?With her arm forever frozenHigh above her head. She could not shield her eyesShe could not hide her faceShe just stared across the waterKeeping Freedom's Place. The smell of smoke and…

If Dr. Seuss could say something about all this..Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.The Binch hated U.S!  The whole U.S. way!Now don’t ask me why, for nobody can say,It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.Or the sun from the…

A handsome, middle-aged man walked quietly into the cafe and sat down. Before he ordered, he couldn't help but notice a group of younger men at the table next to him. It was obvious they were making fun of something about him, and it wasn't until he remembered he was wearing a small pink ribbon…

It's my job to have something to say. They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be…

Widespread but only partial newscoverage was given recently to a remarkable editorial broadcast fromToronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television commentator. Whatfollows is the full text of his trenchant remarks as printed in theCongressional Record: This Canadian thinks it is time tospeak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the leastappreciated people…