Category: Correspondence

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Obama, the Death Camps, and Polish Anger

It is no exaggeration to say that the entire Polish nation was outraged and insulted by President Obama’s clumsy reference in a May 28 speech to “Polish death camps.”  Not only did the Poles play no part in setting up and running the Nazi camps where millions of Jews were murdered, but when the killings...

Twenty Years After the Fall, Part 2
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Twenty Years After the Fall, Part 2

Moscow, so the film title went, does not believe in tears, and stories of massacres by criminal gangs who control major enterprises, contract killings over business and political disputes, and savagely beat or kill journalists who don’t recognize the limits of Russian press freedom still pop up in today’s “middle class” Russia, where this sort...

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Twenty Years After the Fall, Part I

“The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible.  God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.” —Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov   Winter came early in the year after the Fall.  All the people’s hopes and dreams and expansive aspirations had not yet faded,...

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The End of Innocence

“‘Aren’t there any grown-ups at all?’ ‘I don’t think so.’” William Golding, Lord of the Flies   In an inner-city school beset by truancy, the presence of a 13-year-old pupil an hour before the first lesson suggests something is amiss.  “Good morning, Kim,” I said.  “What brings you in so early?” Kim didn’t answer immediately. ...

Islam in the City of Light
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Islam in the City of Light

Sacré Coeur (Sacred Heart) Basilica draws your eyes from every point in Paris.  The white Romano-Byzantine domes of this marvelous church dominate the skyline of the grittier neighborhoods of northern Paris.  Observed from atop the Arc de Triomphe, Sacré Coeur’s domes seem to levitate above Paris. I decided to save Sacré Coeur for my last...

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Synchronized Grinning

The Royal Mint has struck a series of coins to commemorate the 2012 London Olympics.  Each depicts a sporting event and a Roman god.  No, you have not misread that last sentence, nor have I mis­typed it.  The Royal Mint doesn’t know its Mars from its Ares.  The howler is cast in 22-karat gold for...

Who Now Helps the Help?
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Who Now Helps the Help?

In his essay entitled “The Call to Service,” John Erskine posed these questions: Do you look on the unfortunate as your brothers, in temporary distress, or do you see in them objects of charity?  Do you think your function is to serve, and their function is to be served?  If by a miracle they should...

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Securing the Lincoln Memorial

It is a beautiful prospect, looking east from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. We were there recently on a fine March day, and could see past the Vietnam and Korean Memorials up through the Reflecting Pool (currently under repair for a leak), to the giant fountain of the World War II Memorial (dry also),...

Get Back
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Get Back

For some time now, I’ve had it in mind to write a book called Everything You Know Is Wrong.  Among other areas, it would visit various modern celebrities whose fame, it could be said, is more a function of lurid self-projection, and the unrelenting embrace of the media, than of any innate creative ability on...

Putin and the West’s Suicide
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Putin and the West’s Suicide

The town of Penza lies 12 hours southeast of Moscow by train.  I had barely heard of it before I went there last December.  The town’s broad streets were busy yet strangely silent because of the thick carpet of snow that dampened all sound.  On the river Sura, fishermen sat huddled in the dark over...

More Human and More Tragic
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More Human and More Tragic

An associate and I were waiting for a flight to Washington, D.C., flying out of Moscow’s Sheremetyevo airport, in the fall of 1996.  I spotted another waiting passenger in the lounge and made a bet with my partner, a native New Yorker, that the man was a fellow Texan.  My partner took the bet, and...

My IRS Hell
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My IRS Hell

There are better ways to start the week than to walk down to the mailbox on a Monday morning and find a letter bearing the return address “Internal Revenue Service—Criminal Investigation Division.” The whole ghastly business had its origins in a desire to do the right thing by Uncle Sam.  One day in August 2009,...

Interview With a Border Warrior
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Interview With a Border Warrior

In 2008, Sheriff Paul Babeu became the first Republican elected to that office in the 136-year history of Pinal County, Arizona.  At age 42, he is a 20-year veteran of the Army National Guard, retiring with the rank of major, having served in Iraq and as commander in the Yuma Sector of the U.S.-Mexican border. ...

God and Man at Wabash
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God and Man at Wabash

On Monday, September 12, my friend and mentor died at the age of 82 from lung cancer after a decade of up-and-down health problems borne without complaint—a man whom I have loved more than any other man but my own father, starting from the time of our first meeting after I matriculated at Wabash College...

Scott of the Antarctic
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Scott of the Antarctic

Very long ago, when I was at boarding school in England in the 1960’s, we had a Sunday-morning ritual following chapel.  Mr. Gervis, our remote and forbidding headmaster, assembled everyone in the big hall and read to us from an improving book.  Over the years, I can remember generous helpings of everything from The Pilgrim’s...

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China’s Lord of Heaven

I have been spending my spring sabbatical in China.  As I am a sinologist, specializing in traditional Chinese poetry, there is nothing surprising in that, except that I have not been here since 1981, when I led a tour group for less than three weeks.  Most of my work has been that of the classicist,...

Of Monkeys and Mermaids
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Of Monkeys and Mermaids

February 3, 1843 My Dearest Sabrina, Having momentarily sated what you once aptly termed my “Herculean appetite for lethargy,” I rouse myself dutifully to pen this somewhat belated missive, all too aware that you, my beloved sister, must be starved for news of your Charleston friends.  Everyone inquires about you, of course, & I invariably...

An Englishman in New York
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An Englishman in New York

The subway train clanked and screeched out of the darkness at last into stretched autumnal sunshine.  I rattled northward in an emptying carriage gazing down on nameless, nondescript streets, and sometimes straight into ex-offices within which the same endeavors had probably been carried on from when the building had been erected in the early 20th...

Remember the (Unrevised) Alamo!
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Remember the (Unrevised) Alamo!

The revisionist historians are at it again, this time taking on the Alamo—a perfect target because of its position in the hearts of those horrible Texans.  Many historians are merely would-be journalists who choose as their playground past eras because, by the time honest historians can expose the new misconceptions and biases, the revisionists already...

A Gentleman and a Scholar
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A Gentleman and a Scholar

The call came just before dinner on a Wednesday in April—a bright, windy day when spring was just taking hold and seemed so full of possibilities.  Coach had died the previous Friday in his hometown of Youngstown, Ohio.  I hoped that he had not been alone. I’m told that a close friend, a man who...

Ron Sims
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Ron Sims

People call me up and say they want to beat me to a pulp.  I am, they tell me, a lowlife muckraker, and obviously a racist to boot.  Some of my closest friends express doubts about my sanity.  An apparently well-subscribed website appears to be devoted to my downfall and calls for my books to...

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That Wedding

“She’s such an inspiration.  She’s class.”  That’s how 17-year-old Bianca, in her gold-lamé miniskirt, summed up Kate Middleton, 90 minutes before the British royal wedding.  Like many others, Bianca was positioned alongside the Mall in central London, but unlike most she had the advantage of a view.  She was being carried on the shoulders of...

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Muslim Sex Crimes in Northern England

In Britain there have been 17 recent prosecutions of gangs of Muslim rapists and child molesters involved in the “on-street grooming” for sex of victims as young as 11 in several towns and cities in northern England.  In the most recent case, members of a gang of Muslims from Derby were convicted of rape, false...

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Cathedral or Mosque-Cathedral?

On March 10, 2010, a group of tourists, reputedly “students from Austria,” entered the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Assumption in Córdoba and started a Muslim prayer.  Private guards and, later, police arrested them. One of the students apologized, saying they had “no intention to offend.”  The students’ organization in Austria apologized as well,...

What Dr. Mudd Saw
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What Dr. Mudd Saw

“I have lost all confidence in the veracity and honesty of the Northern people, and if I could honorably leave the country for a foreign land, I believe our condition would be bettered.” —Letter to Frances Mudd, by Samuel Mudd, September 5, 1865 an injured John Wilkes Booth fled southward out of Washington and headed...

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Britain’s Leftists: Allies of the Islamists

The people of England, after very considerable provocation, have lately come to fear England’s Muslims.  Britain’s leftists have shifted in the opposite direction.  From an entrenched hostility to the mores of their own country and out of sheer perversity, the leftists have intensified their attacks on the Catholic Church, while making a point of defending...

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Quo Vadis Fidel

That enormously talented and courageous woman, Yoani Sanchez, summarized the meaning of the forthcoming April 2011 Conference Guidelines for the Communist Party’s Sixth Congress in her biting blog called Generation Y (November 9, 2010): not a single line refers to the expansion of civil rights, including the restrictions suffered by Cubans in entering and leaving...

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The European Waugh

Ten years after his death, Auberon Waugh still makes me laugh out loud.  Here, for example, from the Spectator of June 1985, are his thoughts on British prostitutes: British prostitutes have the reputation for being not only the ugliest and greediest but also the laziest in the world.  Few even pretend to enjoy the job,...

The Arrhythmic Heart of England
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The Arrhythmic Heart of England

The city of Leicester is about as far from the sea as one can get in England.  But one sweltering August day, when everyone else was heading down to the beaches, we were driving in the opposite direction so that I could fill in a long-troubling gap on my mental map of England.  I had...

Johnny Johnson
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Johnny Johnson

For Johnny Johnson, it was always Saturday night.  He was the stuff of fictional heroes who prevail over their circumstances.  A British army doctor who later joined the Royal Navy, Johnny came from a broken home, never married, and eventually saw his only child given up for adoption.  When he left school in the depths...

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Prosperity

Declining prosperity is now a settled fact of American life. Prosperity is not measured by the day’s average of stock speculation, or the profits of bankers, or the munificence of government subsidies and salaries, or the consumption of luxury goods, or even by the Gross Domestic Product.  It is amazing how in a few short...

The Bookman
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The Bookman

I remember Granddad as an old man, sitting in his reading chair or working in his garden, but you could still see the younger man in him, the one who had ridden the rails during the Depression, seeking work in California and Oregon with his brother-in-law Vines.  He jumped those trains and saw the West,...

In Search of Flannery O’Connor
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In Search of Flannery O’Connor

In late June, a friend and I traveled into Central Georgia, looking for Flannery O’Connor. Mary Ann had never heard of Flannery O’Connor.  She didn’t know Hazel Motes from a hole in the ground and assured me she had never encountered “A Good Man Is Hard To Find“ or “The Life You Save May Be...

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The Benedict Bounce

About an hour into the papal vigil in Hyde Park, I turned to one of my companions, a musical genius with bipolar disorder, and said, “You know what I think?  I think this is pagan.”  No doubt my sour reaction to the singing and dancing and picnicking—to all that amplified noise, to the happiness on...

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Remember Katyn

I arrived in Poland just as the television announced the tragic death of President Lech Kaczynski, his wife, Maria, and many of Poland’s military and political leaders in an airplane crash at Smolensk in Russia.  A week of mourning followed throughout the entire country. The president had been traveling to Smolensk for a joint commemoration...

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Imagine No More Meresy

A seven-foot bronze statue of the late Beatle John Lennon greets travelers at the international airport in Liverpool that bears his name.  It’s fitting that Lennon’s impish image—hands inserted in pants pockets—is displayed at the airport adjacent to the Mersey River.  Lennon emigrated from blue-collar Liverpool, a one-time symbol of Great Britain’s manufacturing strength, to...

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Hanging With the Snarks: An Academic Memoir

There seemed to be little interest among audience members [at a scholarly meeting] in whether the ideas I had presented were true, only in whether their application would bring about results they liked. —Jason Jewell   I used to have a running argument with a colleague, a great scholar now gathered to his fathers, during...

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The Quest for Certitude

I must thank you sincerely for your extremely thoughtful gift of Saturday by British novelist Ian McEwan.  I have read the book with great interest and enjoyment.  What is more, it has sent me back to “Dover Beach,” which it uses so creatively, and to Matthew Arnold in general, with a new perspective.  You can...

Bear
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Bear

We were driving back to Michigan after a conference on Herbert Hoover that I had organized for the Hoover Presidential Library in West Branch, Iowa, in 1984.  After you get past Hammond and Gary, Indiana is flat but quite nice.  Our beautiful Buick 225 Ultra blew the head gasket on the Indiana Toll Road near...

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How Aussies Lost Their Pride of Erin

“Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?” “To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.” “The dog did nothing in the night-time.” “That was the curious incident,” remarked Sherlock Holmes. —Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, “Silver Blaze”   Some recent Australian cultural trends—massive Islamic immigration, for instance—are so...

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The End of Strong Government?

The May 6 general election in England was one of the most eagerly contested in recent history.  At stake were 649 parliamentary seats (one vote has been postponed because of the death of a candidate) for which there were almost 4,150 candidates.  Also up for grabs were 4,222 local council seats in 164 English local...

Give Me That Old-Time Religion
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Give Me That Old-Time Religion

In my 1950’s childhood, boys and men, hair slicked down with tonic, girls and ladies in mantillas and hats primly veiled with mesh worshiped at small country churches against which lapped the green and white fields of late-summer tobacco.  On Easter Sundays, prissy and full of ourselves on such a special occasion, my sister and...

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In Darkest London, Part 2

This is the second part of a two-part article written by a white male Catholic convert, 48 years old, who has no specialist theological training whatsoever, is of strictly average intelligence, and represents no interest group or political movement.  It derives solely from a recent visit to London, in which nothing spectacularly horrible occurred, and...

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Child Abuse, the State, and the Russian Family

It was another episode in a series of shocking crimes against children.  Little Sasha, just three years old, was pulled from the frigid waters of the Pekhorka River in January 2009.  He was bound to a car battery with adhesive tape, his body battered and bearing the marks of cigarette burns.  It was the second...

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In Darkest London, Part I

The following is written by a white male Catholic convert, 48 years old, who has no specialist theological training whatever, is of strictly average intelligence, and represents no interest group or political movement.  It derives solely from a recent visit to London, in which nothing spectacularly horrible occurred, and which was spent mostly among people...

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The Center Cannot Hold

The Church of England is made up of three parts: evangelical Protestants, Anglo-Catholics, and liberals.  They have long been at war, and soon this war will lead to the final rending of that Church.  The Anglo-Catholics will break away when women are ordained bishops, as some already did when the Church of England first ordained...

When We Were Kings
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When We Were Kings

You ain’t a pimp and you ain’t a hustler. A pimp’s got a Caddy and a lady got a Chrysler. —“Young American,” by David Bowie Each year, on the third Saturday of August, people line the sidewalks along Woodward Avenue in Detroit for the annual Dream Cruise.  In the ambiance of the affluent northern suburbs...

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Ave Maria

Tammy Ormson gave much of herself to Catholic education, both as a student and as a teacher.  And yet so much was taken from her. Ormson lost her alma mater, Mount Scenario College, when the Ladysmith, Wisconsin, school closed a few years back because of financial trouble. She then lost the school at which she...

The Labour Minders
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The Labour Minders

Gordon Brown’s media handlers have taken to ensuring that he frequently appears in front of the country’s journalists while in the company of children.  This is presumably intended to soften his public image.  However, when a 50-year-old man with a tendency to overdo the stage makeup, who suffers a series of bizarre facial tics and...

The Lord’s Shepard
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The Lord’s Shepard

We had known it was a “white road” when we had found it on the map, but when my wife and I got to the start of it, we hesitated.  There was a sign at the junction, and it made us stop and think: RD 103 EN LACUNE CIRCULATION DANGEREUSE ET DÉCONSEILLÉE. En lacune wasn’t...