[dropcap]I[/dropcap]t’s late Monday evening. Two white men, one with a beard and one without, stand a few persons ahead of me in a Starbucks line on campus. Eyes flashing, lips curled into smirks, hushed voices speaking through stifled laughter. “Dude, the Qur’an might, like, brainwash you into blowing up something.” “Yeah, but explosions are cool, man!” While the two guffawed, these were the words that graced my ears, and undoubtedly those of the other two bystanders in front of me. To the two men engaging in such thoughtful dialogue, you know who you are. Shame on you. As most of…
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