Tag: Michael Brown


Dealmaking, Filmmaking, Stargazing: Our Week in Wisdom

On The Wisdom Daily this week (August 17-21), we examined the introspective work you can embrace at this time of year, the practical skills that help you master the art of reinvention, the scrutiny our leaders invite when making attempts at peace, a cinematic reaction to the Michael Brown shooting and more. Did you grow wiser this week? We hope The Wisdom Daily played a part.   Looking Up, and Looking In – Rachel Barenblat One recent night, a friend reminded me that the Perseid meteors were going to be visible. Late......

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'Scenema' and the Truth According To Darren Wilson

Driven by their own quest to better understand the emotions, conflict and complexities that emerged from the tragedy of Michael Brown’s death, filmmakers Sol Guy and Ezra Miller have just premiered a provocative experimental work – a standalone “scene,” extruded from the larger drama of Ferguson, Mo. The four-and-a-half minute piece is called “The Truth According to Darren Wilson,” and it has inaugurated a new feature, The Scene, on Tribeca Film’s website*. The site describes The Scene as a platform as a place “for actors, writers, and directors to create, collaborate, and......

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Sounding the Alarm in America: The Legacy of Ferguson

Originally published last year on The Wisdom Daily, this piece remains acutely relevant as we approach one year since the fatal shooting on August 9, 2014, of Michael Brown: In the summer of 1982, I went looking for a new apartment in St. Louis (I lived and served as a rabbi there until 1987, making lifelong friends). There were many nice things about the area – the Arch, the Cardinals, Washington University, the Symphony – but race was not one of them. My introduction to the problem of race in St. Louis......

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From Standing By to Understanding: Black Lives Matter

I have been in and out of sleep all night. I wake automatically reaching for the remote to see if it has gotten any worse. I hold my blanket up so that only my eyes can see, pretending somehow that if I cover enough of myself, only parts of the news will infiltrate my soul. It’s too late, though. All of me is infected. All of us are infected. Baseball, the telltale sign of hope springing eternal, played in a silent Camden Yards – fans locked out for fear of violence. Curfews......

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