There is power in names.
Their skin is brown; mine’s white. They embrace socialism; I love capitalism. Their parents were born elsewhere; mine were born in Illinois. They live in big cities; I was reared on a farm.
“Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me. They possess and enjoy early, and it does something to them, makes them soft where we are hard, and cynical where we are trustful, in a way that, unless you were born rich, it is very difficult to understand.”
A short while ago, Americans heard a member of President Trump’s cabinet discuss the impact of the government shutdown, observing that the lost salaries involved amounted to only one-third of 1 percent of the gross domestic product.
If fond memories give credence to the value of a Catholic education, the robust turnout on Jan. 26 for an alumni clash between Leo and host Br. Rice implied that new memories are in the offing for decades.
Recently, the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign announced it purchased a $60-million insurance policy to protect against a potential drop in tuition revenue from Chinese students.
Everywhere we turn these days, we are inundated with political ads with the right talking points: create good jobs, reduce the out-migration of our population and improve the economic vitality of our communities throughout the state.
During the 1987 International Special Olympics at the University of Notre Dame, legendary sportswriter Bob Verdi quietly arrived in South Bend, Ind., and came away with a perspective lost on struggling scribes trying to meet deadlines with typewriters and hotel fax machines.