Over the centuries since the ratification of the Constitution in 1789 and the Bill of Rights in 1791, the principle of States’ powers and States' rights – that States enjoy certain rights and prerogatives upon which the Federal government may not intrude – has gained a bad reputation. One could reasonably date the origin of this bad association from 1948, when Strom Thurmond accepted the presidential nomination of the break-away Democrats constituting the States’ Rights Party (“Dixiecrats”). The Dixiecrats were tainted because they advocated a radical doctrine of States’ rights and powers in opposition to a Federal government they viewed as bent on coercive nationwide racial integration, in violation, they argued, of the Ninth and Tenth Amendments to the US Constitution. To this day,
This will probably sound strange coming from me. But … here goes … I miss God.
Well … even that is not quite accurate. If by the term “God” you understand the traditional, orthodox conception of God as basically “a really, really, really big Person writ large,” then … no … I do not miss that God, the kind of God Samuel Taylor Coleridge, somewhere or other, referred to when he said that the average Englishman’s conception of God is as “of an immense Clergyman”; the kind of God Whose eye is on the sparrow; the kind of God Who numbers the very hairs of my head (in my case, a task easy even for human beings, let alone God); the God Who browbeat poor, innocent Job. In other words, I do not miss the kind of God who Sees Things And Runs Things, the Great Cosmic National Security Agency,
I am a child of the 80's, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I have been revisiting so many memories lately, and the death of Prince has opened some doors that have been closed long ago.
I'm not that girl anymore. Sometimes I wish I were. I've left pieces of myself along the way, and so many of the people I loved are gone. But what I miss the most was the unquestioning faith I had. It's hard to carry that through losses and beliefs that just don't match up anymore with the foundation of the faith I had. I knew who I was back then.
One of Prince's band mates was quoted as saying the image of purple rain represented “a new beginning. Purple, the sky at dawn; rain, the cleansing factor.” I don't know what he meant for it to represent, but I've always believed it meant something like tha