SECRETARY JOHN KERRY
WILL HAVE A
PUBLIC STATEMENT AT 12:30.
There are two groups who need to see Fruitvale Station. The first are young Black men. The second are the mothers and fathers of young Black men. Then everybody else.
This has been a summer full of superheroes, special effects and stuff blowing up and that’s okay. This is what we expect a summer movie to be. Nothing too heavy, nothing that asks much of the viewer. It’s like eating a bowl of ice cream. Refreshing, tastes good and 30 minutes later you’ve forgotten all about. I’ve seen my share of movies this summer. Some good and some okay, but nothing memorable. I saw The Wolverine on a Sunday and Fruitvale Station on a Monday and only one left an impression and it wasn’t the one with Hugh Jackman’s ripped torso.
I have nothing against non-think entertainment, but a steady diet of it is as…
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We’re losing things. We may not even realize it’s happening, because they’re the kinds of things we don’t pay a lot of attention to, so we fail to notice when they disappear. It’s something like when a casual acquaintance moves to Paraguay without telling us, and twelve years later we wake up and say, “Hey, what ever happened to Don?”
One of the things we’re losing is the ability to slam down the phone. Until about a decade ago, most of us had those big, clunky telephones that were attached to the wall or sitting on a desk. When the person on the other end said something that really drove us insane, we could hold the receiver a foot away from our mouths, scream our heads off, and then hang up as though we were trying to send a shock wave through the wires. In reality, no matter how hard…
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