Parents: Stop Teaching Your Kids to Fear Police

When my siblings and I were younger we lived in a big old house with a big dark old school basement. One day as my dad was down there working, one of my younger brothers trotted down after him. He was pretty young; probably 4 or 5. As my dad worked, my brother casually tells…

A Glimpse into Liberal Tolerance

I remember the very first time I got hate mail for something I wrote. I was 16 and had just landed a gig as a junior columnist at a local newspaper. I wrote about everything from school issues to exchange programs and cultural profiles—by and large it was pretty chill, uncontroversial stuff. I was so…