Abby Zimet: A Dream Where Our Differences Are Erased
Improbably, we found a welcome break from MAGA-hatted punks and the debacle that is D.C. in Wichita, Kansas, where immigrant artists are breaking down barriers, celebrating disparate cultures, bringing together … Continue reading →
Laura Carlsen: Central American Women Are Fighting Extractive Industries on their Land—and Winning
The battle to stop the spread of extractive industries pits indigenous and peasant communities against powerful business interests, backed up by politicians who encourage the foreign investments that convert millennial … Continue reading →
Abby Zimet: On the Migrant “Army” of Poor Brown People — This Comes From Hunger
The caravan passes by sympathetic Mexicans. Photo by Moises Castillo/AP . As a battered procession of up to 7,000 hungry, thirsty, blistered, desperate Central Americans fleeing violence and poverty continues … Continue reading →
Philip F. Clark: The Day I Became a Papi Chulo
It was my usual walk from work, in suit and tie, tired from the day. I approached the ballpark. They came toward me, laughing—a gang of about five energized, jeering, … Continue reading →
Dr. Eva-Maria Simms: Under International Law, Children Have The Right To Be With Their Families
Over the past weeks, we have seen horrific pictures of children separated from their parents and detained in tents and holding pens. Politicians justify this by claiming that they are enforcing … Continue reading →
Jenne’ Andrews: Donald Trump’s Long Train of Abuses and Usurpations
The unspeakable anguish which the rogue president is personally perpetrating on refugee children and parents on our southwestern border is only the most recent egregious and intolerable of his sins … Continue reading →
Ann Fisher-Wirth: Prayer
Let the mothers rush toward their babies and wrap their arms around them tight enough to hold back even the sea if it would harm them. Let the anguish … Continue reading →
John Samuel Tieman: Mi Amigo, Bill Salatino, El Montonero
It was always Bill, pronounced Beel, so Argentine, never Guillermo or Memo. Bill was what you imagine when you picture a Latin America revolutionary. Tall. Handsome. Played the guitar. Leftist … Continue reading →