Henry Giroux: Trump’s fascist efforts to demolish democracy
Fascist politics is once again on the rise in the United States, Europe and Latin America. As an echo from the past, its principles and attitudes are re-emerging in a populist … Continue reading
Joan E. Bauer: Dramatic Monologue — Joseph Brodsky
We tap dance down the highway. There’s an exit. Who made me a pharoah? Dare I gesture — or reach for a cigarette? Shouldn’t I be on the banks … Continue reading
Video: Tough
. An immigrant mother and her daughter finally explore the things they had left unsaid. Born in the UK to a Chinese mother whose parents were targeted by the state … Continue reading
Bernice Yeung: The Women #MeToo Leaves Behind
Another day, another startling story about sexual harassment, or worse. The reality is that every day, about 50 people experience extreme sexual harassment when they are sexually assaulted or raped on the … Continue reading
Jose Padua: Days and Nights in the City Where I First Opened My Eyes
My mother worked nights at home, daytime too, in the house, at the sewing machine, making dresses for women who could afford to have dresses made for them. We bought … Continue reading
Mary Swander: Hunger Among the Amber Fields of Grain
“Over 80 percent of our school children here in Storm Lake, Iowa, are in danger of going hungry,” the director of a Food Insecurity Summit tells me. “They eat breakfast … Continue reading
Philip Terman: My Russian-Jewish Grandparents and The Birth Parents of Our Chinese Child Meet at a Café and Discuss My Child’s Future
Schmu-el and Malka and our child’s Chinese birth parents are sipping tea at a café somewhere between the Pale Settlement of Russia and central-rural China. They speak in signs … Continue reading
Richard St. John: Maria’s Song
An old story: the girl was pregnant, had spent the night on the streets of Washington. It looked like she’d come for a green card, or maybe to get warm … Continue reading
Angele Ellis: If We Live
For John Reoli to be of arab descent is a practice of disassociation, you write. I read dislocation, wrenched identity. Hanging limply from sorrow’s shoulder. You write, i guess … Continue reading
Majid Naficy: To Mexican Immigrants
That weekend, on Fourth Street Where the No. One meets the Nine, It was only I Who brought the two lines together. The line going downtown Carried sleepy immigrant men … Continue reading
Erik Rosen: Leaving Brooklyn
Camphor apartments, creaky stairs and cockroaches, shaky elevators that smelled of cigars and sweat, parking lots with breaking waves of shattered glass, Playboys stacked in hidden stashes on rooftops, small … Continue reading
