Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, Racism, Social Movements
I have a different idea of a universal. It is of a universal rich with all that is particular. Aime Cesaire, Discourse on Colonialism My interest in pan-Africanism began 40 years ago when I was working at the Central American Resource Center in Minneapolis....
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Radical Hospitality, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
My life partner and I met in Minneapolis in 1982, when we were activists in solidarity with El Salvador. David became a Minneapolis Public School Social Worker, I earned a doctorate, and taught college history. We lived in South Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA, where we...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Sustainable Economies
When we were in Sarajevo, a politician said he wanted Bosnia and Herzegovina (BiH ) to be like Switzerland. I thought that was ambitious. In our global Capitalist system, Switzerland is where world leaders solve a “problem” like Bosnia. But he was not...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, Public History, Social Movements
Our place in Ibaraki, Japan, was dark, cluttered, cheap—and three blocks away from the Sōjiji Temple. There are 80,000 Buddhist Temples in Japan. Sojiji must be the prettiest, kindest, most sanguine, and welcoming. We made it ours, coming every morning to...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Radical Hospitality
In Tom Wolfe’s 1940 autobiographical novel, You Can’t Go Home Again, a young white man moves to New York City and then returns to the South, where he no longer feels like he belongs. I was assigned his book in 1975 at Oberlin College when I was a 17-year-old...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History
In Cádiz, we took a bus to Tarifa, Spain, where the Mediterranean and Atlantic meet, and a ferry to Tangier, Morocco. In Tarifa, we could see Africa across the water. There was a small police presence guarding the coast, and some public protest art depicting...
