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What We Save From the Fire
Prologue I sit at my writing table late into the night, paralyzed by the weight of writing about a house that became a refuge where men came...
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I have, by some measure of recklessness or sheer geographic fidgeting, inhabited eight U.S. cities. Birmingham, New Orleans, Fort Lauderdale... -
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Here I sit - nursing a scotch, looking out at the pink and orange reflection of the sunset on the mountain—pondering my solitary act of civi... -
"I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must take sides. Neutrality helps...
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