At Ben-Gurion Airport by Hedy Epstein
My travel companion Dianne and I left our new friends in the West Bank and arrived at Ben-Gurion Airport on Monday 29 January 2004 for our return trip to St. Louis. We thought that what…
My travel companion Dianne and I left our new friends in the West Bank and arrived at Ben-Gurion Airport on Monday 29 January 2004 for our return trip to St. Louis. We thought that what…
What can we do to affect the events that are to come? First, we must not make the mistake of placing trust in the government. The large upsurge of antiwar sentiment can be an effective…
You are the voice of people with adhesive tape across their mouths This is no time for literary criticism. Nor for attacking the gorillas with surrealistic poems. And what use are metaphors if slavery is…
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Later I became very involved in writing. I really enjoyed that moment of writing. People would pass around my sentences. That was a feeling I never had before. It was like a bullet out of…
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Judge: “Father Berrigan, regardless of the outcome of these hearings, will you promise the court that you will refrain from such acts in the future?” Berrigan: ”Your honor, it seems to me that you are…
for Claire At the end of the road they will ask me –Have you lived? Have you loved? And not saying a word I Will open my heart full of names. –Pedro Casaldáliga, Brazil