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, long term travel
The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters.― Antonio Gramsci, Prison Notebooks, 1935. When governments betray the most basic human values, it is upon us to fix it. We, the people. — Francesca Albanese, UN...
Aging on the Run, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Social Movements
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, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
Our plane from Rome to Belgrade, Serbia,, was three hours late. The Serbian government had shut down its airport to rehearse for its upcoming military parade. Despite the ominous delay, I enjoyed the flight. It was a cloudless day. We saw the contours of both Italian...
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...
