Author Archives: floegel

Hungry for Justice

The Supreme Court ended its term last week and all the justices and clerks hurried off to wherever those kind of people spend their summer months. That’s too bad, because if they were around this week, the might see the sixth annual fast and vigil held in front of the court by the Abolitionist Action […]

Gawking

Summer is here, officially as well as meteorologically. The sun shines hot from a clear sky. We had a dry spring and Lake Champlain is low for this time of year. The garden does well if we keep it watered and the farmers are happily making hay. We’re anticipating a bonus crop of tourists and […]

Cultural Pollution

Republican Congressman Tom Tancredo was on the radio last weekend talking about what he called “cultural pollution.” Mr. Tancredo is from Colorado and the district he represents includes Littleton, where the high school shooting took place almost two months ago. His talk on the radio was in support of a piece of legislation that would […]

Hardcore, Softcore, National Geographic

The one news item about the Internet the never seems to die is this controversy about kids and pornography. I may not be qualified to take part in this debate; I’ve never seen any porn on the web, I’m not inclined to go looking for it. I don’t think I’m missing anything though, porn is […]

Race to the Bottom

I’m on the road this week, speaking to you from the foothills of the Blue Ridge, outside Washington, DC. I’m here for the annual training camp for human rights activists presented by the Ruckus Society. One hundred activists from four continents are spending a week sharing their skills and stories. There is no shortage of […]

Rites of Passage

It was one week ago today that I flipped on the radio in the middle of a news report about another shooting at a high school. “Oh no, not again,” I thought. For the first time since the 70s, I started yearning for the end of the school year, except now I hoped there might […]

War is Hell

My favorite graffito is one I saw 10 years ago in Washington, DC. It was neatly painted on the brick wall of a abandoned house and read: “Real jobs for real wages. Stop the phoney war on drugs.” A decade later, that “war” is still being fought, with no end in sight. I’m not even […]