In rescinding the honorary award for Hirsi Ali, Brandeis did the right thing. Eventually. But perhaps we should be asking another question: how could Brandeis have chosen such a hateful person whose views are easily exposed through a simple Google search in the first place? And would such views be tolerated, and rewarded, had they been made about other ethnic and religious communities?
For the 9/11 Memorial Museum to use the language of “Islamic terrorism” is to bestow upon Bin Laden and al-Qaeda the religious legitimacy that they desperately craved—and do not deserve.
Whether we are alone in this universe, or whether there are billions of other beings on gazillions of other planets,
we are not alone. We have each other, and one way or another, we gotta learn to live with one another. May it start in Jerusalem.
Richard N. Frye’s final request has been to be buried to his beloved city of Isfahan. Even the noted conservative president Ahmadinejad agreed to this honor. Frye’s hope has been that his burial in Isfahan would help unite the two countries he loved so.
There is the temptation to keep running “there”, to Muslim majority contexts, to tap into the “wells” there to gain spiritual wisdom. It is also important for us to dig deep, dig deeper right here in America, till we hit the water of life here.
These sexist and racist comments are not funny, are mean-spirited, against the teachings of the prophet, unprofessional, hateful, hurtful, and injure our community. We deserve better. We demand better.
Why should we rejoice when the President avoids meeting with serious journalists, and instead entertains conversations with comedians? This is a day to mourn the state of what passes as journalism, and to mourn the state of our republic.
Commitment to International Women’s Day is intertwined with struggles against sexism, racism, colonialism, homophobia, classism, able-ism, and Islamophobia. It’s not about your individual preferences and friendships. It is about the institutions, infrastructure, and systems that prevent some of us from achieving the fullness of our human potential.
And here, in this awesomely beautiful and frightening ice storm, there is also beauty: friends reaching out to friends. There is something about storms of life that strip us to our core, literally to our heart. And what a joy to discover that there, in the mist of the storm, people are good and beautiful, that our primal instinct is to connect our lives, to reach out in love and service.