Almost every day I encounter prejudice; usually it is subtle, but occasionally it is more obvious. I have endured judgmental stares and I have overheard rude comments. I've felt uncomfortable in my own skin. I have sat by myself and...
It's 4 AM and you wake up to a crash. Your bed is sitting in the street and the dust of what was once your home begins to settle. Swarms of illegal immigrants clear the rubble. It's for the good...
I believe that a family should not be judged by a standard of how it is composed, but rather by the ability of its members to show love for one another. A family does not always have to be a...
In August 1964, I was living and working in the small town of Como, Panola County, Mississippi, a volunteer with a civil-rights voter-registration project that has since become mythologized as "Freedom Summer." This had been organized state-wide by a coalition...
Love is the Passport I Want to Carry When asked, I say that I'm Japanese-American. I am, after all, the fourth generation of my family to live, work, and love in America. When I travel the world, I carry a...
Each morning, I tune into my favorite information source and face the dilemma of taking the bad medicine that was chosen for me by my loving and completely sane President. Each day, I get to hear the horrid details unfold...
Three years ago, I was code 309.81 (Posttraumatic Stress Disorder) in the DSM-IV-the diagnostic manual for psychiatric illnesses. In June of 2002, I found my landlord Sharon dead in her apartment. I should have known that life was off kilter...
This opportunity and rite of passage I believe I believe there should exist an opportunity that would make it possible for all americans, with west african ancestors who found themselves forced to wear the brand of "slaves," immigrants no less,...
I believe in an America in which the color of one's actions will be of greater importance than ones religion, ethnicity or the color of one's skin. I envision a world in which beliefs related to segregation of any sort...
