Author: Bill
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The House Next Door — Echoes Across America
← Back to Essays & Commentary Part 6: The Kids Who Stayed Behind After the knock, after the silence – what happens to the children still expected to pledge allegiance, solve for x and turn in their homework? Stillness After the Storm The shoes are still there. Mine and hers.One is leaning against the wall,…
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The House Next Door — Echoes Across America
← Back to Essays & Commentary Part 5 – When Neighbors Become Organizers It didn’t start with petitions. It started with casseroles. With porch lights left on. With neighbors who couldn’t sleep after the black SUVs came. They weren’t elected. They weren’t activists. They were neighbors. Grandparents. Librarians. Teachers. Clerks. Truck drivers. People whose only…
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You’re Fired: A Chairman’s Review of CEO Trump
← Back to Essays & Commentary A Mid-Year Emergency Session of the Board of We the People LLC Opening Statement from the Chairman Subject: Six-Month Performance Review — CEO Donald J. TrumpDate: Fiscal Q2, Reality Optional [Transcript begins] Esteemed Board Members, We reconvene not as optimists, but as survivors – a little over six months…
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The House Next Door — Echoes Across America
← Back to Essays & Commentary Part 4 – The Lawful, the Vulnerable and the Vanished They followed every instruction. Showed up for check-ins. Paid taxes. Kept their appointments. Taught Sunday school. Filled out the forms. They were told to wait. And they did. For years. Then one morning, or afternoon, or evening, they were…
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The House Next Door — Echoes Across America
← Back to Essays & Commentary Part 3 — They Were at My Graduation Last Year It started with one name not called at roll. Then another. And another. In a middle school in Arkansas, two desks remained empty after spring break. Their lockers stayed full. Binders, shoes, a hoodie still on the hook. The…
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The House Next Door — Echoes Across America
← Back to Essays & Commentary Part 2 – When They Were Taken The shriek of tires. The clash of doors. The sound of lives shattering. It doesn’t always happen in the shadows. Sometimes it happens at school pickup. On the way home from work. While children draw sidewalk chalk hearts in the driveway. That’s…



