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My oldest child, Alex, came home from school one day, upset that all the children at his school were a different color than him. He lay on the floor of our house, sad and almost crying. I tried to explain to him that there were lots of different colors at his school, but he persisted that he was the only one of his color. He seemed to be ashamed of himself. So I looked to my faith in God and explored the biblical teaching about why we are all different colors.

From the foreword: I remember the HUN in its infancy. It was really the idea of Zach Drees, although he'll always contest that I had some influence on the group's creation. And when it began, I remember hoping-praying, honestly-that it would become what it needed to become: a haven for poets of all genres, races, ethnicities, sexual orientations-everything a broken America promised it would be to its citizens, everything the fake United Nations promised, in a way, to the world. The House of United Nations needed to be willing to not only vigorously write and write well, but also to perform...