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George Washington, in his “Farewell Address,” warned that political factions could “allow cunning, ambitious and unprincipled men to rise to power and subvert democracy.” Anyone come to mind?

This is the third time that timbering White’s Woods “for the health of the woods” has been proposed by White Township supervisors. Public outcry and legal issues stopped the first two attempts.

President Trump has claimed that he was going to make America great again, but what does this hollow promise mean? What period in American history does he believe was great and great for whom?

There is a Facebook posting supporting one District 66 candidate over the other because of the tax dollars he obtained for the new Punxsutawney Groundhog Club headquarters, and that is great. The new headquarters is a real asset to an event known worldwide.

White’s Woods is a public good: It is available to everyone in the community, with no fees charged for use. The value of this public good is not measured by revenue streams or attendance data, much less board feet. We measure its value by its proximity to Indiana, its relatively undisturbed …

I’m a firm believer in “you are judged by the company you keep.” To me, something still “smells” in District 66 when a Republican candidate has Democrats on his campaign committee and has big money for billboards, robo calls and tons of signs.

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On Nov. 9, 2016, the morning after our last presidential election, my column began by recalling words from an immigrant, my friend Lesley Goldwasser, who came to America from Zimbabwe in the 1980s.

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When the coronavirus reached the U.S. and the cascade of lockdown and shelter-in-place orders began, the joke on social media was that America was going to have a COVID-19 baby boom around Christmas.

Last fall Bob Kroll, the head of the Minneapolis police union, appeared at a Trump rally, where he thanked the president for ending Barack Obama’s “oppression of police” and letting cops “put the handcuffs on criminals instead of us.”

It was a night I shall never forget. The date was April 4, 1968. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. had been assassinated in Memphis and I was flying home to Washington, D.C., from Atlanta.

CHINLE, Ariz. — The Navajo Nation is a vast, awe-inspiring land of desert crags and canyons, the largest reservation in the country, but today it reverberates with grief and fear.

Despair has an incredible power to initiate destruction. It is exceedingly dangerous to assume that oppression and pain can be inflicted without consequence, to believe that the victim will silently absorb the injury and the wound will fade.

The lights went out early on May 29, just before a private Mass I was blessed to be able to participate in.

America is now engaged in a vast, dangerous experiment. Although social distancing has limited the spread of the coronavirus, it is far from contained.

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