My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Rising Above Nationhood
Nations are not unlike individuals. The terrorized become terrorists. The powerless seizing control become as ruthless in their wielding of it. But neither individuals nor nations have a right to the justifications they offer. Knowing the cause does not permit our continuing what went wrong. We can appreciate what it has meant and how the rage developed but containing, stopping, and moving beyond violence are of greater value and provide dignity to who we will become, in spite of what happened before.
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