The General Who Never Was: Requiem for Bobby Knight

Stay in your chair. I had papers to grade. So many papers. Stacks. Work. I taught writing courses as an adjunct at the University of New Mexico. A few miles away, practice had just started for the 2005 NCAA West Regionals, the Sweet 16. He doesn’t matter. I crammed...

When We Were Young and Confederate

My earliest memory is of a black man and a Confederate Flag. The man was very black and beautiful. The flag waved in celebration of his flight. The moment still sticks to my lungs. Like any four-year-old, I wanted to fly. Like many in Reagan’s America, I saw this on...