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The Times published a poem by Robert Palmer in 1916 that reads in part: From sodden plains in West and East the bloodOf kindly men streams up in mists of hate,Polluting Thy clean air: and nations greatIn reputation of the arts of that bindThe world with hopes of Heaven, sink to the stateOf brute barbarianism…
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This week began on Monday with the release of Israeli hostages. Joy marred by loss, sorrow, the memories of those who were killed on 7 October, the Israeli soldiers wounded and killed in Gaza, the hostages returned earlier, and those hostages whose remains have yet to be returned for proper burial. A time of joy…
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“Things are in the saddle and ride mankind.” Emerson This October 16th through the 28th marks the 63rd anniversary of the Cuban Missile Crisis. For thirteen days, the world stood on the brink of nuclear war. On the sixth day of the nuclear standoff, a chilling book titled Fail Safe was published. The authors were…
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As with most summer days, the sun beat down on the tree-lined street. People were gathered on the sidewalk, some brought lawn chairs. Children raced playfully across shaded lawns. Buntings and a flag decorated the viewing stand. A cluster of politicians stood behind the grand marshal. The Marine Corps Band from Cherry Point, North Caroline…
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Donald Trump made two statements on Tuesday, August 19th that should give us pause. The first is a social media post. “The Smithsonian is OUT OF CONTROL, where everything discussed is how horrible our Country is, how bad Slavery was, and how unaccomplished the downtrodden have been — Nothing about Success, nothing about Brightness, nothing…
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June 14th will be remembered in history as a turning point. The assassination of Minnesota State Representative Melissa Hortman and her husband Mark. The attempted assassination of Minnesota State Sen. John Hoffman and his wife, Yvette. This was the day millions of Americans gathered to protest the Trumpian regime’s policies that violate both the rights…
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A mutual acquaintance arranged our clandestine meeting. We left the lecture hall and entered the fluorescent hallway that appeared shadowy that night. He hesitated, glancing around. Then he motioned me to follow him. We came to a narrow, corner space where we had a clear view of the hallway and he could slip into the…
Charles van Heck's Woodhull Journal 