Fame And Fortune
A fortune cookie, Mother Teresa, dreams of grandeur
If Rosa Parks had moved to the back of the bus, you and I might never have heard of Dr. Martin Luther King.
Standing At The Wall
On its surface death meets life, the past meets the present. What was, doesn’t accuse; what is, doesn’t apologize. But this is the one place in America where they face each other, like it or not, beyond cant, revision, and lies.
India: In The Eyes Of A Stranger
The irony of refusing to bathe in order to stay clean ceased to amuse the crew after two days. I was more than dirty. I was becoming one with the relentless grime of India — the smog, dust, and dirt that hangs in the air all day and all night.
A Prison Journal
I became a crook, endorsing checks made out to the stock brokerage I worked for, putting the funds in my checking account, trading heavily in stock options — always telling myself everyone would be paid off handsomely, and no one would ever know.