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The World’s Oldest Person
has died. She attributed her longevity / to divorce and raw eggs, / which she ate daily. / A previous record holder / had no idea why she’d lived so long.
August 2018From Slavery To Freedom
The silver trump of freedom had roused my soul to eternal wakefulness. Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. It was heard in every sound, and seen in every thing. It was ever present to torment me with a sense of my wretched condition.
June 2018Poetic Justice
Camille T. Dungy On Racism, Writing, And Radical Empathy
If you say to me, “I don’t see race when I see you,” that means you’ve just erased a large piece of my experience and identity. That’s a type of violence.
June 2018An Embarrassment Of Riches
Les Leopold On Forty Years Of Runaway Inequality
Our economy does not work for all of us. It works for a small handful of elites who are extracting as much wealth from it as they can.
May 2018The End Of Insurance?
Andrew Coates On Fixing Our Broken Healthcare System
It’s appalling that one person’s illness would be an opportunity for another to make money. The care of human beings should not be a commodity.
March 2018The Gettysburg Address
Government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
December 2017Leaving The Faith
Ali A. Rizvi On Being An Atheist Muslim
“You can’t have freedom of religion without free speech. You have to protect all of it: the Bible and the Quran and my right to say, ‘These books are full of fairy tales.’ ”
December 2017Sunbeams
April 2017All the problems we face in the United States today can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian.
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, / With conquering limbs astride from land to land; / Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand / A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
April 2017When They Came To Us
We went to sleep, and in the morning they were here. We saw them on our screens as they emerged from a grove of trees a hundred miles west of us. Their ship had crashed. It was made of a rose-gold metal and looked like a claw with a broken tip. Within hours the government had moved these beings — the “blues,” we eventually came to call them — to a holding station outside the nearest city. There we could watch them whenever we wanted, because of the cameras in each room.
August 2016Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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