politics – Carole J. Garrison

Are My Neighbors on the Fringe?

This backlash has been festering for sixty years, and now we are worried?

The Loss of Trust

What’s different? I no longer trust my country.

What If?

It seems neither political party wants to tax the rich, so why not abandon Afghanistan instead and save three billion dollars a year?

Don’t worry about the booster. Worry about the crazies spawned by political leaders, intent on mayhem as a way to regain political power and hold on to their financial gains, which are fed by the ignorance and suffering of others.

My Whole Soul Is in It

I watched the inauguration of Joseph Biden on C-Span to avoid the comments of the spin masters and talking heads. I thrilled to the quotes of Abraham Lincoln, Biden’s own soundbite, “Let us end this uncivil war,” and the beautiful poetry of Amanda Gorman, Youth Poet Laureate. Then I heard a guest on Fox News,Continue reading “My Whole Soul Is in It”

Life Did Not Imitate Fiction

A man who thinks it is perfectly acceptable to grab a woman’s pubic hairs is capable of anything.

Hiatus or False Security

I have been enjoying listening to the news once more without the constant chatter about our disreputable past president, but recent news articles about GOP leaders cozying up to Trump make me wonder if this is a lull in Trump coverage or a masking of worrisome behavior that has gone dark and secret. It isContinue reading “Hiatus or False Security”

There’s a Tesla in the Garage: And a Madman in the White House

Too far out … a crazy conspiracy theory. Maybe

“ALL” is a Four Letter Word

I have taught a class on ethics for police over the course of 36 years, at two different universities, and continue to teach the subject online. With absolute certainty, I can tell you that the vast majority of the students in my classes want to become police officers to help their communities, to help people.Continue reading ““ALL” is a Four Letter Word”

To Sleep or not to Sleep

Bob’s chirp—staccato and loud enough to jar me from my stupor—was followed by her ritualistic head bobbing and a softer, rolling chirping. I lay there, eyes still closed, forcing myself to listen to her gentler song, trying to wake my brain and force myself back into full consciousness. Bob began singing again and playing withContinue reading “To Sleep or not to Sleep”