History is written by the victors, but it's victims who write the memoirs.

No one seems to have learned, or can remember, the magic words that calm people when they are frightened or threatened: "I'm sorry; I didn't see you; are you all right?" The inability to speak these words, I observe, goes right along with a propensity for mindless insults.

History is written by the victors, but it's victims who write the memoirs.

Of course, if you photograph the behavior of women and men at a particular time in history, in a particular situation, you will capture differences. But the error lies in inferring that a snapshot is a lasting picture. What women and men do at a moment in time tells us nothing about what women and men are in some unvarying sense - or about what they can be.

Baseball lasts as long as it takes. Like life, like love, baseball exists in real time.

Even irrefutable evidence is rarely enough to pierce the mental armor of self-justification.

Rebels and dissidents challenge the complacent belief in a just world, and they are usually denigrated for their efforts.