Doesn’t radical Islamic terrorism deserve a worthy Christian opponent? What will a Russian call-girl demand from the director of the Topkapi Museum as compensation for a night of ultimate pleasure? Is her lucrative fee the control of a sacrilegious ancient document, or something infinitely more sinister? Can two retired WW II veterans retain their cool and spoil her devilish plans or will they succumb to her treacherous charms and become the latest innocent tourist casualties of the war on terror? If an interest in similar questions exists or if a trip to Istanbul is contemplated in the near future, this book serves well both as a travel guide and as a warning of what might happen to a tourist in the City of the World’s Desires. P. S. Garbol
Taking his readers through a grueling, eighteen-year-long psycho-legal odyssey, Jabari Gravy recounts the failures of our legal justice system, from legal training to jurisprudence. He also offers a breathtaking portrayal of borderline personality disorder through his relationship with his wife. His story reveals the legal scandal of their divorce and the exploitation of mental illness by his wife and a state court system. In stunning detail, Gravy dissects, exposes, and gives a definitive and vividly dramatic account of furtive judicial abuse of authority, painting a disturbing tableau of what actually happens in our courtrooms: their underlying design, organizational values, and daily operationsillustrating how the clandestine and undocumented come to deny directly and categorically the compelling public court record. Through a revealing window on how innocent people are railroaded to injustice with loss of livelihood, liberty, and life, he inextricably entwines the African-American experience with his other material, demonstrates the ominous secret cracks in our justice system, unveils a monolithic legal culture represented by gladiatorial back-scratching court functionaries who marginalize non-dominate cultures and inflict real casualtiesboth at the micro level, on the lives of ordinary people, and at the national level as our democracy is secretively eroded. Gravy concludes that pretty paper is not justice, and demands change.
This work is written for all those who have struggled with the concept of God, with their faith in God, and how God can be at all relevant in our world today. Written in the context of a personal and family crisis, which frames the work, it is the first of a planned three-volume systematic theology under the title, Confessions of a Heretic. It seeks to answer the question of how can one believe in God when horrible things happen, from personal tragedy and trauma, to natural disasters and war. The answer is not a comforting one, but one that asserts that the problem is with our conception of God to begin with. We strive to make God conform to our will. But that is the very definition of idolatry, and the work argues that the established religious traditions, including Christianity, and especially Christianity in America, are idolatrous, based on idolatrous conceptions of God. Yet to see how this is so, we have to delve into philosophical arguments regarding Being, Time, Reality, and the very understanding of what a human being actually is, whereby the argument proposes a radical reconceptualization of the Western philosophical tradition on these issues.
ÊThe object of these lectures is to tell you what I know about opium smoking in ChinaÑa very important subject, involving the retention or loss of more than seven millions sterling to the revenue of India, and what is far more precious, the character and reputation of this great country. With respect to the former, I would simply observe that I do not intend to deal with the question on mere grounds of expediency, strong as such grounds unquestionably are, for, if I believed that one-half of what is asserted by the ÒAnglo-Oriental Society for the Suppression of the Opium Trade,Ó as to the alleged baneful effects of opium smoking upon the Chinese, were true, I should be the first to raise my humble voice against the traffic, even though it involved the loss, not of seven millions sterling, but of seventy times seven. But it is because I know that these statements and all the grave charges made by the supporters of that society, and repeated from day to day, against the Government of India and the Government of this country, and also against the British merchants of China, to be not only gross exaggerations but absolutely untrueÑmere shadowy figments, phantasies, and delusionsÑthat I come forward to draw aside the curtain, and show you that behind these charges there is no substance. Were my knowledge of the opium question derived merely from books and pamphlets, articles in the newspapers, and ordinary gossip, I would not venture to trespass upon your time and attention, because in that respect you have at your disposal the same means of information as I have myself. But I come before you with considerable personal experience, and special knowledge of the subject, having lived and practised as a solicitor for nearly fifteen years in Hong Kong, where I had daily experience, not only of the custom and effects of opium smoking, but also of the trade in opium in both its crude and prepared state. I had there the honour of being solicitor to the leading British and other foreign firms, as well as to the Chinese, from the wealthy merchant to the humble coolie; so that during the whole of that period down to the present time I have had intimate relations in China with foreigners and natives, especially with those engaged in the opium trade. Under these circumstances I had daily intercourse with the people from whom the best and most trustworthy information on the subject of opium and opium smoking could be obtained, and my experience is that opium smoking, as practised by the Chinese, is perfectly innocuous. This is a fact so patent that it forces itself upon the attention of every intelligent resident in China who has given ordinary attention to the subject.Ê
How has our higher education system become so corrupt and unsustainable while undermining our freedom behind closed doors? Imagine sending your conservative daughter off to your state’s flagship university. After six long years, not the four years you expected, she returns home with a bachelor’s degree in one of the “studies.” She returns home to live because she can’t find employment sufficient to support herself. As heartbreaking as that is, you soon discover she is now a socialist, hates America, and blames men for a patriarchal society she believes ruined her life. She left home full of love but returned filled with hate. Unfortunately, that is not imaginary, and there is no place to turn. Our 4,000 independent universities act as one, and their 1.5 million professors hold homogenous views. This single-mindedness has eliminated free speech and critical thinking by students and faculty alike. Confessions of a Professor provides an insider’s in-depth analysis of our universities’ destructive actions in three broad areas. First, it details their failure to educate students to contribute to society. Second, it exposes academia’s politicized research that helps form government policy. Finally, it documents academia’s actions to undermine us at home and betray us abroad. Beyond those issues, it explains academic research in an easily understood manner. It shows how academic studies align with the new Socialist-Democrat party and drive regulations that control our lives. As bad as their politicized science is and their students’ experiences can be, this book also exposes the extent of racism in the name of diversity. Similarly, it reveals how the war on men has led to 50% more women attending universities and much worse. But even if all these issues were rectified, academia’s traitorous relationship with China is enough alone to condemn the institution. As this book shows, we cannot maintain an advanced society without a higher education system, but ours is failing America and actively undermining us internationally. The author provides over 500 references to support these findings.
