Showing My ColOUrs

Showing My ColOUrs

This is my Canada Day confession: I lost my “us“ about a decade ago, along with my “res“ and my “gues.” I stubbornly held onto them throughout graduate school in the United states, and I even have a footnote in my dissertation about my preference for “theatre“ rather...
The Beginning of the Beginning

The Beginning of the Beginning

I did not march last weekend. It is not that I don’t support the demonstrations, and I still feel guilty about not “doing my part,” but I am a permanent resident in the US. That makes me a barely-tolerated foreigner in the United States with the flimsy armor of a...
Radio Silence

Radio Silence

I documented the destruction of Gaza for 52 weeks – an entire year – in my Gaza Journal. I began the journal on 29 October 2023 after an erstwhile friend took exception to my social media post, “I am diminished by the death of every noncombatant, whether they are...
Booking It

Booking It

“Getting the Hell out of here” is on my mind these days. I live in a deep-blue part of New Jersey, no more than a couple of miles from one of those liberal universities that give Redhats hives. But if I go just a mile further out in either direction, I...
Behind the Lines

Behind the Lines

I could never have imagined that I would find myself “behind the lines.” The phrase was always a feature of the kind of military adventures that I consumed as a boy; the First World War ace forced down behind the German Trenches, Jan Kubis in Alan...
Flag Day

Flag Day

I am not really a flag guy. I don’t like them. They flatten complex ideas, communities, and identities into simple, two-dimensional images and have historically served as instruments of discipline that evacuate politics and ideas of any depth of meaning. They are a...