Listed below are the 20 books I've read most recently.
1.
Terrorism: Theirs and Ours by
Eqbal Ahmad2.
Conversations with Edward Said by
Tariq Ali3.
Louder than Bombs: Interviews from The Progressive Magazine by
David Barsamian4.
I Have Chosen to Stay and Fight by
Margaret Cho5.
At War with Asia: Essays on Indochina by
Noam Chomsky6.
Middle East Illusions: Including Peace in the Middle East? Reflections on Justice and Nationhood by Noam Chomsky
7.
Rethinking Camelot: JFK, the Vietnam War, and U.S. Political Culture by Noam Chomsky
8.
The United States and Biological Warfare: Secrets from the Early Cold War and Korea by
Stephen Endicott and Edward Hagerman
9. The Rise and Fall of Palestine: A Personal Account of the Intifada Years by
Norman G. Finkelstein10.
Oil by
James Laxer11.
Angels for the Burning by
David Mura12.
Killing the Black Body: Race, Reproduction, and the Meaning of Liberty by
Dorothy Roberts13.
The Shape of the Beast: Conversations with Arundhati Roy by
Arundhati Roy14.
Biopiracy: The Plunder of Nature and Knowledge by
Vandana Shiva15.
Light in the Crevice Never Seen by
Haunani-Kay Trask16.
The Devil's Highway: A True Story by
Luis Alberto Urrea17.
Six Kinds of Sky: A Collection of Short Fiction by Luis Alberto Urrea
18.
Our Enemies in Blue: Police and Power in America by
Kristian Williams19.
My Sister, Guard Your Veil; My Brother, Guard Your Eyes: Uncensored Iranian Voices by
Lila Azam Zanganeh (ed.)
20.
The Future of History: Interviews with David Barsamian by
Howard Zinn I have to hand it to Canadians. Before my trip there, I always thought potato salad was the worst-looking food that could be made with potatoes. Then I learned about a Canadian abomination called
poutine. It's French fries topped with cheese curds and gravy. It either looks like diarrhea or vomit, depending on how it's prepared.
But the sight of poutine wasn't nearly as nauseating as the experience I had one morning at the
Holiday Inn. I was waiting behind a woman at the front desk, listening to her ask for directions to
Costco. She explained that she wasn't from the area--as if hotel staff would need to have that explained to them--and then added, "I'm American. But don't worry--we'll protect you." I noticed that the woman at the front desk didn't laugh or smile, but managed to politely proceed to give her directions. I'm not sure if I would have handled it that well. Considering Canada's oil reserves, and the way the U.S. has "protected" or "liberated" or delivered "freedom" to other nations with large oil reserves, I don't think any Canadian should want to hear the words "we'll protect you" from an American. Besides, it sounded arrogant.
At that moment, I didn't want to be associated with the United States, but since my sister had sent me down to the lobby to exchange some currency, I had little choice in the matter. I conducted my transaction and quickly expressed my thanks and walked away, embarrassed to be from the same country as the woman who had been at the front desk before me.