poetry
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Alain Locke on Identity and Human Rights
Of Alain Locke, Martin Luther King Jr. said: “We’re going to let our children know that the only philosophers that lived were not Plato and Aristotle, but W. E. B. Du Bois and Alain Locke came through the universe.” In this article we explore an idea in the work of Alain Locke – the idea that identity and oppression are related to each other. That the pathway to emancipation is through re-imagining our identity. Early on he explored these themes in the introduction he wrote to his 1925 anthology titled “The New Negro“. The tribute above, particularly from Martin Luther King, calls for greater attention to Alain Locke’s philosophy and…
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Leo’s Letter, the Atomic Bomb and Sadako’s Cranes
The following short story “Leo’s Letter” is written as a “fairytale” about the dropping of the atomic bomb. Although it is fictional, it is closely based on history. “Leo” is Leo Szilard, one of the founders of the Manhattan Project that created the first atomic bomb. Albert is, of course, Albert Einstein. Edward is Edward Teller, a scientist involved in the project. The President is first, President Franklin Roosevelt, and then, President Harry. S. Truman. Robert is Robert Oppenheimer. The doctor is Dr. Hiroshi Sawachika. Sadako is Sadako Sasaki, a girl who eventually succumbed to radiation poisoning after the dropping of the bomb over Hiroshima. Minimal ‘artistic’ licence has been…
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Peace poetry: no borders exist, dividing up the sky
It seems better to remember peace than dwell on war. These verses are examples of poetry from around the world which express an aspiration for peace. It was our hope That all the world’s oceans Be joined in peace So why do the winds and waves Now rise up in angry rage? No lines exist Which sector off the sky So high above Though the nations of this earth Are all bound by borders. I still remember those days of peace — Twenty years among mountains and forests, The pure stream running past my yard, The caves and valleys at my door. I dream of a wave of peace A…
