How An Anonymous Accusation Derailed My Life
#MeToo was an expression of solidarity but there is no solidarity for the accused.
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#MeToo was an expression of solidarity but there is no solidarity for the accused.
The response to my posters shows that the phrase ‘female sex’ is on its way to being classified as ‘hate speech.’
For Kagan, the architects of the post-war order sought to wed America’s new-found superpower to the construction of a world order that reflected the domestic values of America itself: a liberal international order.
The cult of wellness commands: Thou shalt not contaminate the sacred body.
Visionaries may be moody, obsessive loners but without them to provide a good idea in the first place, implementers end up working diligently to implement a faulty vision, like clockwork toys set off in the wrong direction.
Sinners are threatened not by an angry god, but by a righteous mob.
We have probably done more to encourage business crises and immoral managerial behaviours than prevent them, a fairly insane outcome considering how often we speak of corporate social responsibility.
Dear Millennial, I am a 60-year-old white male without a college education. Make of that information what you will. I can lay no claim to be the least racist, sexist, homophobic, or transphobic person you’ve ever met, but I do try to treat people—regardless of their creed, color,
When speakers need police escort on and off college campuses, an alarm bell should be going off that something has gone seriously awry.
Chinese genocidal hatred against the Japanese simply cannot be dismissed as the bigotry of a nationalist fringe movement.
The nationalist’s nemesis is not the proponent of liberalism or progressivism, but the imperialist.
Grinding out note after note of identical, monotonous pro forma gratitude is not a pleasurable pastime, nor even a merely dull one; it is a good old-fashioned nuisance.
The anti-imperialist Left’s mistake has not always been its opposition to Western policies, it has been its reflexive idealisation of the West’s opponents.
Having lived and worked in rural East Africa for 16 years, I find that Read’s stories ring true, whereas Hemingway’s ring hollow.
Some of the greatest lessons I learned in actual social justice came from my parents, even if they didn’t use the term “social justice.”