Thought about my brother while making this piece. These multifaceted people kept emerging. My brother was my first friend though by contrast – his machismo vs my feminism, his bravado vs my introversion – though it did cause lots of tension. I followed Gandhi and he idolized Charles Bronson. He spent much of high school in the principal's office. Fighting. “F****t, the n word, r****d”. If it was said, he issued a verbal warning. He could be very persuasive but if his words went unheeded he followed with a fist. Somewhere deep inside I believe he would have liked to respond with wisdom, calmness, and passive resistance. Maybe, because, of course, I know my own rage.
He is older now. A bit more mellow. We both listen to NPR.
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