When members of the LA janitors' union decided to go on strike this past
April, their success was far from guaranteed.
Running from bank- and hotel-lined Wilshire Boulevard, up the glittering
gulch of Rodeo Drive, past the slinky curves of Sunset and snaking up
leafy Coldwater and Benedict canyons to the legend
The New York of 1945 was the victorious city of the New Deal and World War II, one that can barely be glimpsed today beneath postmodern towers and billboards for dot-com enterprises.
This is the story of Gato and Alex, two Salvadorans who as children became refugees from America's war in their homeland only to become rivals in America's gang war on the streets of Los Angeles.
I was wandering around Harlem recently, late on a warm Sunday afternoon: I saw Dominican families chatting on stoops. I saw African-American families walking home from church.
Fernando Contreras points to the area behind a green mesh fence where his family home used to be. He is about to be a grandfather for the first time.
When Chief Bernard Parks of the Los Angeles Police Department heard the news in mid-May, he reportedly went into rigid shock.
Can you top this? seems to be the theme of the escalating police scandal in Los Angeles.
I come here and discover that you are merely another fraud in the city university system. Of the 150 receiving degrees today, you hold only 191 jobs. That is less than two jobs per student.
As the limos and their glitterati cargo pull up to the Oscars ceremony this year, they may have to share a bit of screen time with a band of angry picketers.