You Have Hurt Us, But We Aren't Going to Tell the World: On Family Loyalty in a Revolutionary Age
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In the summer of 2014, I met with a cousin of mine in a coffee shop in West Los Angeles. It was the first time I had seen him in over a year, since my spectacular loss of my dignity, my marriage, my job, my health, my reputation. I was dreading this meeting. We made small talk at first, if talk about the health of our mothers can ever be small. After a few minutes, my cousin asked how I was doing. I gave him an update – I had a little job as a bookkeeper, I was seeing the children several times a week, I was going to lots of 12 step meetings, and I was staying offline. He smiled, and praised my efforts.
You Have Hurt Us, But We Aren't Going to Tell the World: On Family Loyalty in a Revolutionary Age
You Have Hurt Us, But We Aren't Going to Tell…
You Have Hurt Us, But We Aren't Going to Tell the World: On Family Loyalty in a Revolutionary Age
In the summer of 2014, I met with a cousin of mine in a coffee shop in West Los Angeles. It was the first time I had seen him in over a year, since my spectacular loss of my dignity, my marriage, my job, my health, my reputation. I was dreading this meeting. We made small talk at first, if talk about the health of our mothers can ever be small. After a few minutes, my cousin asked how I was doing. I gave him an update – I had a little job as a bookkeeper, I was seeing the children several times a week, I was going to lots of 12 step meetings, and I was staying offline. He smiled, and praised my efforts.