Last summer, when Donald Trump began his long march to the White House, I did not treat him as a joke. But neither did I think he could…
Three nights ago, eleven candidates for U.S. president took to a stage festooned with a decommissioned Air Force One, in an effort to convince us they should be more than just candidates.
This past summer, I did a brief stint canvassing for an environmental group. One evening, while doing my mostly futile rounds in the suburban environs of Mt. Lebanon (I wasn’t very good at my job), I was struck by the ideological split among those answering their doors. Support for…
In the sands of antiquity there is an oasis. Millennia ago, nurtured by this miracle, a trading town sprung up. Trade brought prosperity and a magnificent city took shape. But this could not last. War came to the land, and the splendor of this place was reduced to rubble.
In the mid-19th century, over one million people fled Ireland, a dirt-poor, famine-stricken colonial outpost. Many of them landed here, in America. At first reviled for their alien religion and foreign ways…
102,000 people live in Flint, Michigan. Nearly 57% of the residents are black; over 40% of the populace lives below the poverty line. This is a poor, majority-black city. And since April 2014, every man, woman, and child in Flint has been drinking poisoned water.
Before we turn our attention to the latest tawdry gossip surrounding the Trump reality show, causing news bulletins of substance to fade from our collective memory, I want to place the spotlight back on a resounding achievement still echoing off the…