My 11yo daughter asked me to print this sign so she could hang it on her bedroom door. I guess what I'm saying is, there's hope. https://t.co/xARdlgiKz4 Link
When I was 16 years old I volunteered at Dallas Peace Times. The paper brought a labor leader named Cesar Chavez to SMU to give a speech entitled "The Time has Come: Uniting Against Racism, Poverty, and War," and I couldn't help but feel grateful that I was growing up in the enlightened 1980's. Later that year, when I got beaten up outside Theater Gallery by a racist skinhead who was angry that I had “hair like a chick,” I imagined it was an anachronism, a throwback to an angrier time. Three decades later I look at what's happening in our country, and I can't help but think that instead of a gradual upward arc, the pattern traced by our enlightenment is more like a sine wave, an endless repetition of zeniths and nadirs. All I can do is try to help push it toward the next peak. Every day I have a choice. I choose love. I choose peace. And as hard as it may be, I choose forgiveness.
My 11yo daughter asked me to print this sign so she could hang it on her bedroom door. I guess what I'm saying is,… twitter.com/i/web/status/8…
My favorite Tom Petty song wasn’t even on an album. “Walls“ is a masterpiece. (3:43 is where I started crying.) https://t.co/9OW8JgCtqo