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BY ANDRÉ FRENCH I protested. I cringed at the thought. Campaign season is nauseatingly long, and unnecessarily expensive. But circumstances beyond my control prevailed, and because I was with friends that chose to partake, I partook. The Preamble The number seventeen is an overwhelming number. But for reasons of implausible electability I fairly...
BY ANDRÉ FRENCH I am simply disgusted. Hi atop Cole’s Hill, overlooking Plymouth Harbor, stands an enormous bronze statue of Massasoit, the chief of the Wampanoag tribe. Not as imposing a presence is another memorial placed a short stone’s throw away from this tribute to the Native Americans befriended by the...
BY ANDRÉ FRENCH Look... I have no use for soda. Not because it doesn't taste good, or because it's cold effervescence doesn't quench a parched thirst on a blistering day. I have a heavy aversion to it because it not only offers nothing of nutritional value; I actually consider it...
BY ANDRÉ FRENCH It has always fascinated me that the grace of God does not discriminate in matters of intellect. While the educated elite may argue that Christ is a crutch for millions of brainwashed adherents, there are those among the intelligentsia that have come to embrace not only the...
The Intersection of the American Civil War and the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict BY ANDRÉ FRENCH In light of the celebratory atmosphere surrounding Spielberg’s Lincoln, and the disturbing atmosphere surrounding the UN’s declaration of statehood to Hamas harboring Palestine… I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about Lincoln, slavery and the civil war. I’ve been...
BY ANDRÉ FRENCH Likely you’ve heard about the random acts of kindness that occasionally take place at fast food chains like Starbucks. The “Pay It Forward” phenomenon has been cropping up throughout the country for several years now. It all starts when a customer at the drive-thru tells the cashier...
BY ANDRÉ FRENCH When most Americans entertain the relevance of the Plymouth Pilgrims, images of turkeys and Indians are conjured up. There they are, sitting in festive celebration surrounded by pumpkins and cornstalks. It is a light hearted, happy scene that gives no indication of the long and tumultuous road...
By André French Not so hidden among the volumes in my library is a shelf devoted to my favorite American, Abraham Lincoln. Many a birthday and Christmas have added to its number, and I’ve considered such gifts true treasures. Amid the finer contemporary works is the favored “Team of Rivals”...
BY ANDRÉ FRENCH Since I was eleven, and my grandfather sat me down in front of an old black and white to watch his party’s national convention, I have both enjoyed and deplored my addiction to the study of politics and the human condition. Something bit me that summer in...