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“I did not choose it; it chose me,” states clear-eyed and forthright Eileen Glutzer into the camera at a certain point in director David Weissman’s documentary “We Were Here.”  The “it” she refers to is the AIDS epidemic that made its first faint appearance in San Francisco in the mid-1970s and grew into the monstrous conflagration which would carry away over 15,000 people by 1997.  

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One of the most difficult things the world struggled to reconcile at the end of the Second World War was that the same Germany that had produced Bach and Goethe also spawned Hitler and Nazism.  So, too, have Americans (especially Northerners, of whom I am one) tried to wrap their psyche around a South whose same womb carried Mark Twain, Eudora Welty, and the Ku Klux Klan and Jim Crow.  Such contradictions defy reason and keep us up at night.  Or they should.

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After the death of his son, poet Javier Sicilia gave voice to the anguish of the Mexican people—and started a powerful movement of moral indignation against the senseless slaughter of the war on drugs.

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The number of people who remember World War I dwindles every year.  For most of us, knowledge of  World War I, as it is more commonly known, comes from grainy sepia-toned newsreels of soldiers scrambling over bomb-shredded landscapes; old photos of baby-faced doughboys smiling at pretty nurses; or from movie clips of Irving Berlin singing his own “Oh How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning.”

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