Hic Sunt Dracones... ...Cape Cod to the Golden Gate; Muir Beach, Garden of the Gods, the Mediterranean, a full moon on the Overseas Highway, the Pont Alexandre III, standing on Point Fermin, the wind whooshing fog by my ears atop Twin Peaks... ...San Francisco, LA, SLO, ODAT...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Glenn Beck rally at Lincoln Memorial on anniversary of MLK's 'Dream' speech
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Terminal Island Fishing Village (East San Pedro)
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Racial Profiling: Which of these people looks like a terrorist?
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
PCRM should be eating crow
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
How many times will we say, "never again?"
1851 to Present - Native Americans placed on reservations.
1942 to 1945 - Over 120,0000 Japanese-Americans rounded up and placed in camps.
2001 to 2009 - Guantanamo Bay Naval Base opens detention facitility.
What gets me is how easily this happy girl could be in my own family. Or yours. Note that nowhere in the photograph do you see the barbed wire or the guard towers, or the soldiers with guns, ready to shoot on site. Yet they were there; Ansel Adams went to great lengths to let you know all was not as carefree as it appeared.
Photos are from Manzanar, California, by Ansel Adams
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
In defense of Western Pennsylvania
Although Westmoreland County is 96.2% white according to the last census, whenever we went back there to visit my grandparents, it was the closest that I have ever known to familial roots in this country. The gentle rolling hills, lush and green with forest and fields, a land that is a living Currier and Ives print, have never been anything other than a place that represented peace and serenity and all that is good about America.
I'm that sure my parents and the rest of the family could fill me in on stories of life back in the day, but I do know that when Dad came home for the family reunion, he was treated like a hometown hero (which he is, but that's another story for another time).
There could be plenty of malice hidden out of view, but that's not what I ever remember feeling. It's a little too far to the nearest espresso for me to contemplate living there; San Francisco it ain't, but only San Francisco can be San Francisco. Every visit I've ever made since I was a child has filled me with such a sense of comfort that I could only wish those who have childhood memories of families less embracing and full of love and diversity than mine could experience.
If you want to tear up when you hear the Star Spangled Banner, and have a belief that you belong to this country and know that it is possible to feel good about being American without being embarassed or ashamed for it, pass through here and look for that essence that makes this country and its people all that it is, and all that it could be.
I know that not all of America is there yet, perhaps not even all of the Keystone State; and some parts may never be, but I'll not sit idly by and let all of Western Pennsylvania be impugned with such an ugly taint.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I wouldn't care if Obama was a Muslim --or Jewish. Or Buddhist. Or atheist.
Thank God Obama "Doesn't see America" as Sarah Palin does
Remember: friends don't let friends fist bump Republicans (unless they switch to Obama in the privacy of the voting booth)
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Arnold does it again
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
There have been Obama magazine covers, and then there have been Obama magazine covers
The day my heart doesn't miss a beat when a police car slows down as it approaches me, or I can put the memories of the 60s behind me (not all the them; just the scary ones).
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
"Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes" --Maggie Kuhn
We laughed, we cried, we laughed
some more....
That's not why I can't get to sleep, though. It's because I can't erase the images from my mind of what could and would happen to people like me if I wasn't an American.
Most of you (not all) who were born here don't get it
quite the same way that those of us who weren't feel how it means to be an American.
I can't ever erase the images of faces like Jesse
to make sure that people like me would end up like this.
It isn't enough just to be an American citizen to be safe, either. Even here, it's possible to lay in bed at night unable to sleep, gripped with the knowledge that there are those who are persecuted, intimidated and
No matter how much he might try to imagine it, that isn't the same as knowing that it could happen, that it does happen.
Yet, on Harvey Milk's birthday, of all days, there we were, thousands and thousands of us all deeply wrapped up in the moment, assured that this is the home of the free;
With the knowledge that we possess the right, the priviledge, the responsibility to ensure that the world is as safe as I can --with everyone else-- make it to be.
Any moment, the first light of day will appear over the Atlantic coast. In Miami, it will already be warm as the sun slices through between the sea and sky, and slowly begins too rise up on its daily trek across the continent.
Right now, in this moment, I can rest assured that I am safe; that others have watched over me as I will in turn do my part to assure the well being of others.
And with that, I can turn off the lamp, and sleep, perchance to dream.
The swearing-in photo is from the Associated Press. The Harvey Milk vigil photo by Daniel Nicoletta. The sunrise is by J. H. Riley.