Everyone has an opinion about race and race relations in America, but to date, I have not heard one concrete, specific solution offered to the nation as a first step. Please, put an end to the War on Drugs in America. Today. Now.
This could be the final straw (a discarded syringe: I presume it contains heroin) that breaks the proverbial camel’s back of our children’s attendance at New Haven’s Inter District, Magnet – John C. Daniels School. I found it in the school’s Baldwin Street parking lot on the third day of the new school year, Sept. 3.
Craig Hoffman’s January 15 essay for building a wall is a Janus-faced argument. On one level, he argues that building a wall “will greatly reduce the importation of drugs, guns and human trafficking that currently occurs from Mexico.” On the another level, Hoffman hides or fails to acknowledge that the source of his arguments is the “Build that Wall and Mexico will pay for it” slogan from 2016. That slogan feeds on a sinister, subliminal message that is divisive and obscene. Now that campaign slogan has turned into a presidential priority and it is painful and costly for those forced to work without pay.
The news of the arrival, at the Noank Community Support Services in Groton, of some children from the group of 2,000+ forcibly separated at the southern border and other unaccompanied detained minors signals potentially and ominously the beginning of the end of their legal relationship with their biological parents under Connecticut law.
On this Memorial Day, imagine this. It’s late in the year 2007. A company of Connecticut Army National Guard troops are stationed somewhere in Iraq, let’s say a small village called Daskara Nahr. This village, once a hotbed of Islamic extremist activity, has been pacified and is now considered a model converted territory run by a trusted village chieftain allegedly known to be cooperative and friendly with the coalition troops assigned to stand guard duty and supervise the “Democratization program.”
Friday was April 13, 2018 — an ordinary day, but my work schedule allowed me to take the commuter train to New York City to pick up my newly issued Filipino passport. Here in Connecticut, as a veteran and now dual citizen, there is one more fight to ensure that the Connecticut Veterans Memorial in Hartford finally recognizes and chisels in the “Philippine-American War” in honor and memory of those who sacrificed their lives in that forgotten, conflict-soaked war long ago at the dawn of the American Century.
“Happy Veterans’ Day, Thank you for your service, God Bless America, God Bless You, Sir or Ma’am” are greetings offered to veterans each year around November 11, originally called Armistice Day, celebrating the end of World War I, “the war to end all wars” that has become a legal holiday officially called Veterans Day. Over the coming weekend, throughout the country and here at home in Connecticut, cities and towns will honor and celebrate the contributions and sacrifices of generations of Americans who volunteered or who were drafted into military service during times of war and peace.