I'VE BEEN doing a lot of soul-searching this week, trying to figure out why the legalization of same-sex marriage has administered such an emotional sucker punch to my solar plexus. Some would say it's because I'm a bigot, and a bigot is never ready for t
THERE ARE as many types of courage as there are personalities and human struggles. There isn't a blueprint with bullet points to follow, although I think we'd all agree that soldiers, police officers and firefighters are entitled to an automatic assumption of heroism (until and unless they contradict it by their actions).
TUESDAY night I went through a crash course in what really matters, in humanity, in mortality. I was watching the news reports about the Amtrak derailment, and amid my secondhand anguish for injured strangers I thanked God - literally thanked him out loud - for the fact that my immigration hearing in Baltimore had been canceled. Had it not been, I might have been sitting in one of those mangled cars.
"ORPHAN" is a very empty word, starting with the initial "O" that reminds me of a big, alphabetic hole. It conjures up images of loss, of being rootless, of unwanted and untenable liberty. When I think of "orphan," I think of something flying around in the great human universe, searching for its home.
JOHN ROBERTS cut through the semantics and the florid prose about "dignity" when he said this to one of the attorneys arguing in favor of same-sex marriage: "You're not seeking to join the institution. You're seeking to change what the institution is."
IT'S POPULAR to say that age is just a number. I never understood that statement. Aside from being self-evident, the implication that age is irrelevant makes absolutely no sense. Age is a number that means a lot of things, including how much you have accomplished, experienced and, perhaps most importantly, the mistakes you've avoided making during a lifetime. But when we say "age is just a number," it's as if we're trying to minimize the negative perception of being "older."
THE OTHER day I was cooling my heels at the Immigration Office, waiting for my client's naturalization interview. To pass the time, we went over some of the questions on the civics part of the exam, most of which had something to do with politics. At one point she said, "Would you ever run for office?" And, laughing hysterically, I said, "Sure, just as soon as I un-write every single one of my newspaper columns."
THE IDEA that human beings can be treated like property is not new. It's as old as the Pharaoh using the Israelites as tools to build his pyramids. It's as old as the slaves who were counted as three-fifths of a man by the Supreme Court of this nation. It's as old as the woman who, married to her rapist, could not claim injury because the law said you couldn't be charged with stealing something - a vagina - you already owned.
See Christine Flowers on Channel 6's "Inside Story" Sunday at 11:30 a.m.