
Parallel Lines Most of my adult life, I never really thought of myself as having much in common with my Dad. Though, we often don’t want to be like our parents. After 9/11 he became more conservative. Caught up in the anti-Muslim hysteria, he excused a bunch of local kids who beat up a Sikh gas station owner in Pennsville thinking he was Muslim: “They didn’t know any better.” When he found out that I was going to a demonstration against the upcoming bombing and invasion of Afghanistan in 2002, he called me “a goddamn liberal!” “Dad, I’m a Marxist.You know that. I’m not saying that the people who attacked the US shouldn’t be brought to justice. But attacking a whole nation and punishing its citizens for the act of a few makes no sense.” There were other differences too: I’m not really into guns, head cheese or dressing like a cowboy. But there are a lot of parallels in terms of disposition, temperament, and even interests. Maybe those interests stem from the tw...