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This week, Jaynee writes about one of her passions.
On Sundays, Harry reads the Sunday Inquirer and I read the Sunday Newark Journal. We switch interesting articles with each other and pet whichever of our feline babies is relaxing on the newspapers. This week, I could not remember what else I had to do, so I read the paper and drank coffee. Harry stayed until the Phillies came on, but by then, he had finished the newspapers and looked over all the advertisements too.
Harry reads the Inquirer and watches the television news every day. I skip the news many days and read only the New York Times and at least some of the Inquirer. Friends tell me they cannot read the newspaper because it is so horrific. Perhaps, I distance myself from the news, or, I hope, I am a witness to the suffering of too many people. To me, the newspaper connects me with the world in more ways than just learning of genocide, murder, and totalitarianism. The parts I like best are the human-interest stories. I love reading about the dog poop machines cruising the streets of Paris and the butter sandwiches of London. If there were an international newspaper, I would take out a subscription. It would be enlightening to read not only what our government is doing, but also what the rest of the world thinks of it. I read about the Turkmen and Muslims, but as much as I appreciate the New York Times, the people’s own opinions would, I think, be different.
Reading the Newark newspapers is interesting and I like them. I wish I could read all the newspapers. People are all idiosyncratic; not just us, and our stories are fascinating. I was raised in the 1950s, when America was the best, the free-est. and always right. Of course, that was a lie and a fantasy. There are people who still cling to that idea, disregarding the facts that assault us from our own nation and abroad. Really, reading the newspapers does not bring home the reality of everyday crime or mass mutilation. Rather, the papers bring us closer to our fellow man, recognizing our commonalities and humanity shared. We all want the same thing and we are only separated by manufactured boundaries.
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