Only the joy of capitalist expectation could move a pre-Reagan-born
American to utter the line "civil rights is dead," let alone write a
book devoted to that proposition.
As the Earth's population surges toward the 7 billion mark, the
following twist on an old maxim perhaps best applies: A single birth is
a joyous occasion. A billion births is a tragedy.
So how do we resist "Empire"? The good news is that we're not doing too
badly. There have been major victories. Here in Latin America you have
had so many--in Bolivia, you have Cochabamba.
In the 1960s it seemed as if the Third World was in flames, fueled by
anti-imperialist struggles from Cuba to Vietnam, Bolivia to Algeria.
Here The Nation presents a few of the works posted on "Poets Against the War," (www.poetsagainstthewar.org), the website set up by Sam Hamill, poet and editor, when he called for poems and statements against war in Iraq.
If you've never watched Nelson Mandela dance, then you should know that
he does a modified Locomotion, pumping his elbows like pistons to the
immense, loving amusement of his people.
Though there have been scattered signs of renewed interest in Dwight
Macdonald--a biography in 1994, a collection of letters in 2002--all but a
fraction of his own writing molders unattended in
As the senior American diplomat in Baghdad during Desert Shield, I
advocated a muscular US response to Saddam's brutal annexation of Kuwait
in flagrant violation of the United Nations charter.
On October 4, 2001--less than a month after that horrific day--George W.
Bush and the members of his National Security Council were nailing down
the details of the coming war in Afghanistan.
The Grey Art Gallery, which occupies the former site of the Museum of
Living Art in the main building of New York University on Washington
Square, is celebrating its legendary predecessor with