Farmersville, Texas, lies about 35 miles northeast of Dallas — a few hours from my home in Houston. So when I read that the city council had scheduled a special town hall meeting to address opposition to a Muslim cemetery, I decided to take a road trip to attend the meeting.
Adama Bah’s story begins at Fajr time on March 24, 2005.
That morning, agents from the FBI, the New York Police Department and immigration authorities knocked on the door of her family’s apartment in Harlem. Adama was 16, the oldest of five children of Guinean immigrants.
Call me a snowflake. I own it. At some point in the latter days of the 2016 election, some right-wing Twitter users created an artificial identity divide, calling themselves “deplorables” and Trump critics “snowflakes.” If one is a snowflake simply by virtue of anger at injustice, watch me melt. On the evening of November 8, 2016, as commentators on CNN […]
I have been trying to avoid the many puns that could be used with Donald Trump’s name, so far successfully. I have Tweeted dozens of messages about him to the point that I’ve had to review my Twitter feed and delete some Tweets just for the sake of cleaning it up. Yes, I am obsessed with him, but I will […]
Here is some video from last Saturday’s gay pride festival, which I was planning to attend – if you want to know why I didn’t, read the previous post. Why cringeworthy? Because the scene speaks to something in everyone, no matter where you stand on gay pride – the preachers isolate themselves from the larger group, who harass and hate them. The preachers inflict on themselves a bit of responsibility for the festival participants’ souls. It becomes symbolic of a city squarely in the bible belt governed by a gay mayor. Ultimately, it is about American freedom – freedom to believe, to speak, to dance and declaim in the streets. If that isn’t American pie, what is?