I Think Of Canada, First

In The Real World, Equal Respect For All Cultures Doesn't Translate Into A Rich Mosaic Of Colorful And Proud Peoples Interacting Peacefully While Maintaining A Delightful Diversity Of Food And Craftwork. It Translates Into Closed Pockets Of Oppression, Ignorance, And Abuse.

In A Sense, My Grandmother Was Living In The Iron Age. There Was No System Of Writing Among The Nomads. Metal Artifacts Were Rare And Precious.... The First Time She Saw A White Person My Grandmother Was In Her Thirties: She Thought This Person's Skin Had Burned Off.

The Christian Take On Hellfire Seems Less Dramatic Than The Muslim Vision, Which I Grew Up With, But Christian Magical Thinking Appeals To Me No More Than My Mother's Angels And Djinns.

...bear True Witness, Even If It Be Against Yourselves, Your Parents Or Your Family.

Where There Is No Freedom Of Speech, There Is No Conscience.