This has been a major moment. It’s like waking up one day and realizing I’ve had a face tattoo my entire life. Perhaps others see it as obvious, but I’ve been oblivious.
This has been a major moment. It’s like waking up one day and realizing I’ve had a face tattoo my entire life. Perhaps others see it as obvious, but I’ve been oblivious.
It was January 1991. The first Gulf War had officially begun, and my small college campus was blanketed with a sobering silence. We were gathered for a required student assembly in a large auditorium, waiting to be bored. One of the professors, who had spent his recent sabbatical in Romania during their revolution, walked out onto the stage carrying the …