An essay about the closure of several sites dedicated to military journalism and to the closure of a small local farm, and the logic that shaped those closures.
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Ukrainian History, or No Offense, A Bunch of Stuff You Probably Never Thought About
The second in a three-part series about Ukraine When a traveler or journalist from the West arrives in Ukraine, most of them do so at a disadvantage. Mainstream culture has likely furnished little analysis, save for reductive imperialist narratives that define Ukraine vis-à-vis war and its neighbors. When that traveler or journalist spends time there,Continue reading “Ukrainian History, or No Offense, A Bunch of Stuff You Probably Never Thought About”
Why did Saturday Night Live edit MacGruber’s Racial Sensitivity Training?
When SNL decided to change the order of MacGruber’s racial sensitivity training, it made a sketch about the absurd inability of people enjoying white privilege not to learn from their mistakes into a redemption story in which the main character experiences epiphany. In other words: they ruined it
How a protest becomes a revolution
Revolutions always start slow and local, as protests. They always involve some specific act of injustice, such as the act of self-immolation that kicked off the Arab Spring. There is anger and rage on the part of the population. Let’s say it’s justifiable anger, and comprehensible, valid rage, which is easy to identify because whatContinue reading “How a protest becomes a revolution”
It’s Skunk Time
We have a skunk in our yard, now. It lives in an area beyond our fence, overgrown with weeds, vines, and thorns, and it navigates its way in each morning to hunt for grubs, grunting and snuffling through the long green grass as is its portly habit. We don’t begrudge it its meals, nor doContinue reading “It’s Skunk Time”
A Means to an End
A plot of land in my home town between I-95 and Route 1 has been under development for about thre years. When developers started in on it, I was irritated that the place was going to be torn up for no apparent good reason. During my lifetime—and maybe even before that—the plot had been aContinue reading “A Means to an End”
The Local Blind Spot 