Dare we or don’t we dare? Make the equivalence or leave him alone in his bunker, self-inflicted bullet hole to the head? Conjure the awful ghosts of his unfathomable savagery, or consign them to rest, although a fitful one, as they certainly aren’t entitled to any semblance of peace, because we need to feel secure we […]
Small Comfort for Mothers, Fetuses, and Jews
Part Four (closely related to Part Three) of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.” If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now. A very good and sweet friend sent me a 33-minute video and asked my opinion. A man named […]