The Infinite Leader

Foreword

W hen I was a teenager at Cambridge Rindge and Latin School in Massachusetts, I won an essay contest on how to address racial tension. It was a difficult time. My community had just survived a racially motivated stabbing and local clergy were maintaining a presence in the hallways. The pride I felt when I saw my own rector, Reverend W Murray Kenney, walking the halls has stayed with me throughout my life. I remember reflecting, in the essay, that racial tensions were like a pendulum. The laws of physics required a period of imbalance on the other extreme as a necessary counterpoint. I believed that a ‘social centre’ would be achieved and that society would ultimately settle. Indeed, as evidenced by the continuing unrest in race, gender, ...