Michele Eaves Burgess emailed me Wednesday to let me know about an event United Way was sponsoring in town.
What, in the name of God? It is a question that demands asking, that haunts this most recent atrocity.
It’s bound to happen at Thanksgiving tables across America: A progressive liberal Democrat discovers he's sitting next to a conservative Republican.
Illegal immigrants are the perfect Republican foe. They’re easily exploited as low-cost workers benefiting business and easily maligned for being “lawless” benefiting politicians. They’re a foreign other with a tendency not to speak English so suspicion is ready-made. Plus, how are illegal immigrants going to stick up for themselves? They’re not. They’re an ideal rival!
We’re entering that wonderful time of year when we think a great deal about helping others. But in the hustle and bustle of shopping, holiday events, Thanksgiving dinners, traveling to see friends and family, and decorating for Christmas, a key way to help others often gets forgotten.
Although I support the tax cuts and other fiscal policies adopted by the state General Assembly and Gov. Pat McCrory over the past two years, I have repeatedly urged policymakers and commentators alike to avoid making grandiose claims about those policies’ immediate effects on North Carolina’s economy.
You’d never know it from the overheated political rhetoric of the right these days, but thousands of people in North Carolina have been signing up for health care coverage since the new enrollment period under the Affordable Care Act began last weekend.
“I am mad as hell, and I want my state back.”
Former UNC-Wilmington Chancellor Jim Leutze wanted to use this phrase as the title for his new book about modern North Carolina history and politics. Eventually, he settled on another provocative title, “Entering North Carolina: Set Clocks Back 100 Years,” which The Charlotte Observer book columnist Dannye Romine Powell has named the best book title of the year.
I have a soft spot in my heart for both farmers and factory workers. One of my grandfathers was a farmer in Ohio during the early 1900s. My father, the eldest son, told me many stories of awakening before sunrise to do numerous chores before he walked to school. My grandfather’s skill in raising livestock and crops — as well as my grandmother’s abilities to cook, can and sew — kept their farm running almost as a self-sustaining unit.
At least once in a lifetime every American should lay eyes on the Grand Canyon, whose brilliant colors and dazzling erosional landscape inspire a kind of planetary patriotism. Stretching 277 miles long and a mile deep, it is perhaps our nation’s greatest natural treasure.