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Israel's Rising Star In his otherwise good report on Israeli leader Tzipi Livni, Tim McGirk states, "She broke with her parents' Zionist views; friends say she'd rather have a peaceful Israel to bequeath to her children" [June 23]. I didn't realize that for Israelis, having nationalistic feelings and a desire to live in peace are mutually exclusive. Robert Isler, FAIR LAWN...
...Emily anticipated getting rich off sales of maize and throwing fêtes with fellow settlers, only to learn that they were "solidly working-class Scots" with whom she had little in common. Haunted by flashbacks of soldiers dying without morphine, she had a nervous breakdown: "She called her children to her and said, 'Poor Mummy, poor, poor Mummy.' I was aged six and I hated her for it. This woman whimpering in her bed saying, Pity me, pity...
...book, she recounts their epic battles, including one triggered by a letter her mother wrote accusing her of being a prostitute. On another occasion, her mother phoned Lessing's employer and outed her as a member of the Communist Party. "She was a woman who shouldn't have had children, and she didn't in the life I have given her," Lessing says of the novella. "I'm hoping the fact that women can get jobs makes it impossible for this horrible person - the woman who has to live through her children - to come into existence...
...poverty and economic inequality. My objection to Hillary Clinton was always her support for the war. When I said bellicose I wasn't referring to her stance against Obama but against the world. When she talked about obliterating Iran, well, that was too much for me. There are children living in Tehran, for one thing. I think that she has been far too willing to assert her machismo in foreign policy...
Nelson Mandela has always felt most at ease around children, and in some ways his greatest deprivation was that he spent 27 years without hearing a baby cry or holding a child's hand. Last month, when I visited Mandela in Johannesburg - a frailer, foggier Mandela than the one I used to know - his first instinct was to spread his arms to my two boys. Within seconds they were hugging the friendly old man who asked them what sports they liked to play and what they'd had for breakfast. While we talked, he held my son Gabriel, whose complicated...