I sometimes hesitate to admit that I miss the Wall, that I feel a longing for something so awful. But back then you knew where you stood. There was a double wall of concrete with razor wire and mines in the middle, and on one side stood the good guys, bad guys on the other.Continue reading “What I Miss About the Wall”
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Words and Walls
A blog post from Inside Higher Ed about misguided policy, fear and the power of kindness.
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