I have lived to see, first-hand, how an entire society goes mad, and loses all humanity…The personal is the political, and the choices we make in our everyday lives translate into good or evil in the (supposedly distinct) public sphere. Whether misled by ambition, or blinded by ideology, our actions have consequences beyond the family and private life: they can make or destroy the lives of strangers.
It was only later that I had enough leisure to ponder the fact that these two people – the retired judge who had sat on the highest court of the land, and his distinguished wife – were allied to a party that drew its funds with the agency of students-turned-thugs: and this was no secret. Everybody knew that the parties employed the services of musclemen – more like muscleboys – to extort money. But what were an alleged gentleman and lady doing with these people?
Margaret Kohel Evans invites her mother's grandchildren to a delightful visit with their grandmother, sharing charming memories of her across eighteen life themes.
This book has been eight years in the making. It is mostly a jumble of thoughts written down in old spiral notebooks and hidden in the bottom drawer underneath various manuals for software packages and hardware long since turned obsolete.
My memories as an immigrant professional woman in Ottawa, Canada 47 years ago. A new life after having survived the liberal war of a new country Bangladesh on December 16, 1971.
