I wrote this a few months ago but thought I might develop it as an article. Constraints on my time made that impossible, so I am posting it here.

Memory is a thing of convolution and happenstance. The scent of Oud or the taste of dates takes me back to Abu Dhabi. One sip of a Pilsner beer transports me to Berlin, and a bone-chilling wind has me revisit the year I spent in Wisconsin. For me, however—as I suspect for many who make their daily bread with the written word—it is most often something read that starts the fire of remembrance. Continue reading It’s Not… Understanding White Fear-Mongering →