Archive
Author: Alasdair Renwick-Hale
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Charity Treats Symptoms, Justice Asks Why
I remember sitting in a sterile hospital corridor at three in the morning, listening to a man weep because he had lost his home…
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The Willing Get Asked Until They Stop Being Willing
I remember sitting in a cramped, fluorescent-lit breakroom during my final years as a chaplain, watching a woman who had given everything to our…
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Individual Charity Does Not Address Structural Causes
I remember sitting in a cramped, fluorescent-lit consultation room during my third year as a chaplain, listening to a father explain how he’d lost…
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Authority Used for Others Is a Different Thing Entirely
I remember sitting in a sterile hospital waiting room late one Tuesday, listening to a young administrator explain how he was going to “transform…
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Understanding the Setting Before Judging the Rule
I remember sitting in a cramped hospital consultation room, the air smelling of antiseptic and stale coffee, listening to a man try to make…
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Forgiveness Is a Decision Repeated, Not a Feeling Achieved
I remember sitting in a sterile hospital room in the late nineties, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and the low, rhythmic…
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Universities Began as Guilds of Students and Teachers
We are often sold this polished, inevitable narrative of academic history—a grand, teleological march from candlelit scriptoriums to the gleaming glass laboratories of today.…
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Accountability Is Invited, Control Is Imposed
I remember sitting in a cramped, fluorescent-lit hospital corridor thirty years ago, listening to a young surgeon explain how he could “fix” a grieving…
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Naming a Fault Out Loud Removes Its Cover
I remember sitting in a cramped, fluorescent-lit hospital room at three in the morning, listening to a man try to perform a version of…
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More Capacity Means More Obligation
I remember sitting in a sterile hospital room in the middle of a Tuesday night, watching a man who had spent his entire life…