I fought my battles I did my time, I did it well Bitter memories of the hell I lived. Broken dreams and broken men Are all behind me now Many miles I walked alone To stand on one last hill. Now I see the desert, my journey’s end. Add one bloody green jacket, All I have. Don’t ask my future or my past Just see my jacket It’s all I
The restaurant was crowded with people on their lunch break. I found a table in the back and claimed it while my son, Mathew, got our drinks and food. There was a black man sitting at the table next to us. He nodded as I sat down and I returned the greeting. I was a little uncomfortable. He looked like he might be high and we were on one of
Every day, my 87-year-old relative and his 86-year-old girlfriend, old racists, leave their assisted living home and go to the McDonald’s restaurant on E. Fillmore for breakfast. Recently, they encountered two Cuban gentlemen who were standing there conversing in Spanish. My relative was pleased to tell all of us that his girlfriend had confronted the two gentlemen and told them: “People would like you more if you spoke English instead
Transgender bathroom bills are a distraction from the real issue of universal access to toilets.
