When I was in school, my sophomore year, in a small dorm room in a labyrinthine dorm, I had a very unexpected visitor. My door was wide open, it was parents' weekend and a friend and hallmate walked by with her family. I invited them in, and she introduced me to her mother and step father, both of whom were tremendously friendly. Her stepfather wedged himself into the small room last, shook my hand happily, and said, "Hi, I'm Ted."
With the passing of Ted Kennedy, I find my thoughts split, constantly empathizing with my friend and the loss of her stepdad, who i was allowed to glimpse for a split second as a jovial person in my minuscule abode, and mourning as a part of a country where too few leaders stand up even a quarter as much for liberty and equality. You will be missed, Mr. Kennedy, by a country that continues to need people like you.
About Me
- De.Corday
- Charlote de Corday, a figure of the French Revolution, was a rebel against the rebellion, an individual in a war of sides. Charlotte de Corday has thus become my nom de guerre as an individual caught up in a world that speaks in borders rather than content. I am quite simply a student of philosophy and theories of government, a musician and a coffee addict, returned to my native urban New Jersey to find a place rapidly gentrifying, changing, growing--whatever you want to call it, only to move to Brooklyn and act as the other side of that coin. I am trying to make art after four years of academy, trying to feel for an ever elusive home... also trying to keep my car running. Trying to live and work and create in a way that each is copacetic to the other two. I currently write freelance and work for a newspaper in Lower Manhattan.
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I like reading the things you write. Well said, my friend.
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