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Race

It is time to post this. I’ve spent too long on the draft, I’ve forgotten the perfect title I came up with for it, and the fire’s dying. In 1966 and 1967, Apaches at Cibecue portrayed “the Whiteman” as hippie — mumbling, awkwardly effeminate, and… “rich but pretending poor.” In 1970, VISTA volunteers descended on […]

The Bearer of Bad News

I have never been called upon to be the sole carrier of really bad news before. I frantically cast about thinking of someone else who could do it.

The Leadership People/ Halloween and the Great Uninterested

There is an industry out there which is training people to run workshops like this. A folder full of xeroxed truisms and a few hours spent falling into each others’ arms to demonstrate trust is its prescription for everything from strained labor relations to troubled youth.

Grey Flannel

(Written June 22nd, posted late due to continuing browser issues.) Another cloudy, windy, slightly warm day in New York City… The oppressive heat, the Summer-Of-Sam heat that cracks open every fire hydrant and makes the whole city nuts, hasn’t hit yet, thang god. When I was in high school I convinced myself that the weather […]