seanessay.com This morning I was walking in London, once a city of commerce from slave trading. I won’t ask anyone, including me, to feel “white guilt.” There exists, to keep society healthy, a boundary called “the statute of limitations.” At the same time, as my favourite essayist noted, “Every healthy society must demand a little […]
Enjoying Imperialism Like Everybody Else
seanessay.com (over 1,000 words) Still in London, Where the museums of history and art are now explicitly non-racist and non-colonial For you and I, culture persists, AND, culture-wise, we individuals have free will. I’m thinking of imperialism and “male socio-economic class”-ism.” In a long ago college English class, when we took Earnest Hemingway, I said, […]
Anti Autocracy British Museum Beer Musings
seanessay.com If I wanted to have profound thoughts then I would relax with fine British tea, perhaps by a fireplace. Instead I’m only having beer thoughts tonight, within a real English pub: I know it’s real because it has a blue heritage plaque inside. The music is like from my parent’s day. So nice. Pubs […]
Little By Little Does the Trick
seanessay.com If I were raising children (or myself) then I would surely point out the insight gained if the child (or myself) stopped to think of the power of Little By Little. Years ago I was a young soldier. This was after eight tracks and before compact discs, a time when a popular pre “video […]
Sharing the World With Orcs
seanessay.com I have never been to Russia, I can’t directly say whether Russians are ready for the responsibilities of democracy. What I can say is I saw a Youtube video where many people in a nice modern Russian city were interviewed on camera. To the question about Ukraine, “Do you feel guilty?” person after person, […]
Responsibility is Hard Here and in Russia
seanessay.com I hesitate to write about responsibility because I’ll get heck. I dimly recall a lunch hour volleyball intramural series among boys in their early teens. A few boys were earnestly trying to have proper teamwork; most boys were smacking the ball with their fists, sending it in a random direction, and laughing. I’m sure […]