Last week I hopped into a cab in Toronto, heading to the airport after a weekend speaking engagement. My driver’s name was Mohammed; a middle-aged man born in Afghanistan, who
I’m going to hell. At least this is what American Evangelicals often like to tell me. Apparently though, I’m not alone. According to them I’m in very good company, as
Several times a day I meet or encounter people like you. In a conversation about the unquestionably precarious days in this country; someone visibly disturbed by the facts being discussed,
The shooting at a Tennessee Waffle House and its aftermath, say everything about this Presidency: A white shooter with an assault weapon. (Police using restraint when apprehending said white shooter.)
Last week I hopped into a cab in Toronto, heading to the airport after a weekend speaking engagement. My driver’s name was Mohammed; a middle-aged man born in Afghanistan, who
I’m going to hell. At least this is what American Evangelicals often like to tell me. Apparently though, I’m not alone. According to them I’m in very good company, as
Several times a day I meet or encounter people like you. In a conversation about the unquestionably precarious days in this country; someone visibly disturbed by the facts being discussed,
The shooting at a Tennessee Waffle House and its aftermath, say everything about this Presidency: A white shooter with an assault weapon. (Police using restraint when apprehending said white shooter.)