Here’s What’s Wrong With the USA Freedom Act Here’s What’s Wrong With the USA Freedom Act
It would constrain some of the worst excesses of the Patriot Act, but it doesn’t go nearly far enough.
May 6, 2015 / David Cole
44 Hours in a Baltimore Jail for Filming the Police 44 Hours in a Baltimore Jail for Filming the Police
Along with hundreds of others, Geremy Faulkner was swept up in one of the haphazard mass arrests that are overwhelming the courts.
May 6, 2015 / Karen Houppert
James Dolan’s Epic WNBA Fail James Dolan’s Epic WNBA Fail
The decision by Knicks and Liberty CEO James Dolan to belligerently hire Isiah Thomas to run the Liberty defies understanding.
May 6, 2015 / Dave Zirin
Is NYC Punishing Educators Who Advocate for Sports Equity in Schools? Is NYC Punishing Educators Who Advocate for Sports Equity in Schools?
High school students and teachers are embracing civil disobedience—and learning the repercussions.
May 6, 2015 / Maura Ewing
Mike Huckabee Is a Little Bit Populist, and That Could Be a Big Problem for Bush and Walker Mike Huckabee Is a Little Bit Populist, and That Could Be a Big Problem for Bush and Walker
Huckabee’s formula—very conservative on social issues but defending Social Security and opposing free trade—could upset a lot of calculations.
May 6, 2015 / John Nichols
May 6, 1856: Sigmund Freud Is Born May 6, 1856: Sigmund Freud Is Born
“One cannot close this book without a sense of depression,” The Nation’s reviewer said of Freud’s The Interpretation of Dreams.
May 6, 2015 / Richard Kreitner and The Almanac
Inside Out Inside Out
With its new building, the Whitney Museum is now the best place to see modern and contemporary art in New York City.
May 6, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Barry Schwabsky
Damage Damage
In our new Gilded Age, the worst are not only full of passionate conviction. They are also damnably clever.
May 6, 2015 / Books & the Arts / George Scialabba
Crash-and-a-Half Crash-and-a-Half
Mourn the poem or porn locked inside or fried, the white scrambled pre-word, impulses so electric they’re post-, just the paths, the pulse. The embarrassment of backup forgotten, Alzheimer put on like a coat you paid a lot for, months owed to a machine. Here— take this, my life in numbered bundles. Don’t forget. Such blackness arrives always sudden and sad but peaceful, not even an accident this time. And you, half-brained, mea culpa the air where the data hadn’t risen to cloud height, so suitable for burial, disremembered, dismembered.
May 6, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Terese Svoboda
Critical Agents Critical Agents
How J. Edgar Hoover’s paranoid view of literature led him to target African-American writers.
May 6, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Peter C. Baker