“Whether it’s an Iraqi widow mourning her dead loved ones standing helplessly in the rubble of her former home or a dying soldier in an Iraqi city street asking, “Why, God? Why is this happening? Where are you?” I can’t… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“There were waves of genocide that overcame indigenous populations of Oceania and do we have a library of books or films to tell our… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“When you’re persistently deleted from history, media, and any other channel to access information – or that information is distorted – it’s far worse… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“It was a frightening metaphor for what the United States was becoming – a Titanic of rich, proud dimwits heading for the iceberg of… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“To walk through unknown streets in cities where you are merely learning the language is to force yourself into a new state of hypervigilance.… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“A wave of saudade swept over me as I realized home never existed at all. The concept of home felt far from my reach,… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“How often do the poor in the US get to stand in front of their nation's Marie Antoinette's and shove the stale, mass-produced cake… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“In movies, war only looks romantic. “Tell my gal I love her…” close-up shot, and fade out. It doesn’t work as beautifully and neat… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“I left a piece of my soul that will always rightfully belong in the desert.” — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“She smiled, and said, “Take care that the voice of God and the Devil sound one in the same in the desert. Trust your… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“Whether it’s an Iraqi widow mourning her dead loved ones standing helplessly in the rubble of her former home or a dying soldier in… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
