TRUTH, JUSTICE, AND THE ARAB-AMERICAN WAY November 12, 2006
When I was just a little boy of four or five, my mother patiently
explained to me that some people need to feel better about themselves
so desperately that, lacking any talent or accomplishment they can be
proud of, they search until they discover somebody they can look down
on.
My younger brother and I grew up believing that racism amounts to
a public confession to one’s own ignorance, stupidity, and humiliating
inadequacy.
The ones being looked down on, back in those days, were for the
most part black — …