Stephen F. Cohen examines the collapse of the Soviet Union, Patricia J. Williams considers Michael Richards and other racists, Tony Hoagland salutes Eleanor Lerman, winner of the 2006 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize.
Globalization must not be allowed to become financial imperialism: Capitalism's strongest-takes-all rule must give way to one that ensures that the poor have a place and a piece of the action.
The Iraq Study Group report may slow the impetus for immediate withdrawal from Iraq. Those who seek genuine military disengagement must make their voices heard.
Hugo Chávez was re-elected not for his admiration of Castro but for presiding over a robust economy and aggressively improving the lot of Venezuela's poor.
After a memorable thirty-five years, Grace Schulman steps down as Nation poetry editor.
A disenchanted diplomat who lost faith in the Bush-era State Department and resigned over the war in Iraq remains idealistic.
We are fast, too fast, approaching the 3,000th American combat death in
Donald Rumsfeld pops over to Iraq to tell his final lies.
What, exactly, does America look like to people like Michael Richards, Mel Gibson and Richard Viguerie?
It's getting close to New Year's and time for annual awards. And in the 2006 Sweepstakes of Greed, the winners are...
The New York Times editors do a service by covering right-wingers: It would make sense to similarly cover progressives. Why don't they?
Goodness, gracious! He was right all along.
The collapse of the Soviet Union was far from inevitable: A historic opportunity to democratize and marketize Russia by more gradual means was lost--and the people paid the price.
As the situation worsens and pressure builds for new US strategies, Iraqi groups are making tentative moves to stem sectarian violence.
Public paranoia and a credulous establishment media that have failed to aggressively report on 9/11 have allowed a cult-like "Truth Movement" to fill in the gaps.
Two red drinks--pure alcohol, with a maraschino cherry--in
the bar next door, deep in the afternoon. While I hide in my
The scowl is caught in jadeite.
The flattened face on a green bead
displayed in the orchestral light of the museum
also boards the train on Steinway Street.
In the morning we put on our sharp blue suits and
go to hear the delegates speak through broken teeth.
These are the women whose names the press must be
Yes, indeed, that is my house that I am carrying around
on my back like a bullet-proof shell and yes, that sure is
my little dog walking a hard road in hard boots. And
Eleanor Lerman's poems sing a song that is bravely gloomy, but they sing it with a fierce and earned dignity.
The Annotated Uncle Tom's Cabin explores one of the most influential novels in American history.
Myanmar's brutal ruler Than Shwe is angling for the honor.