Everything shiny, everything empty
We believed—at least a little—the things we had been repeating all our lives.
I can’t detect enough of a person in all the swirl of stories to hate.
A piece of fruit killing that guy seems cosmically right.
He cast fellow Serbian nationalists as victims and heroes, and himself a great patriot defending the kingdom.
Whenever I told people that my great-grandmother taught him English, they would joke that she hadn’t done a very good job.
Naively, they thought with Banda and about 500 of his supporters in jail, everything would just go back to “normal.”
Propaganda works on the young.
Remembering the Father of the Nation, in Silence