State of the Union: Right on Wages, Wrong on Trade State of the Union: Right on Wages, Wrong on Trade
The president’s “income inequality” address had plenty of strengths, but one big weakness.
Jan 29, 2014 / John Nichols
‘Right Now the NCAA is Like a Dictatorship’: Why the Northwestern Football Team Formed a Union ‘Right Now the NCAA is Like a Dictatorship’: Why the Northwestern Football Team Formed a Union
When you talk union, you don't think NCAA football players. Think again.
Jan 29, 2014 / Dave Zirin
What Chirlane McCray Wore—and Why It Matters What Chirlane McCray Wore—and Why It Matters
Suddenly local fashion is all the rage. But can the garment trades once again bring good jobs to New York City?
Jan 29, 2014 / Feature / Elizabeth Cline
Harvard and Brown Fail on Climate Harvard and Brown Fail on Climate
Why university presidents Drew Gilpin Faust and Christina Paxson were wrong to reject calls to divest from fossil fuel companies.
Jan 29, 2014 / Feature / James Lawrence Powell
Slavery in the Modern World Slavery in the Modern World
David Brion Davis’s pathbreaking study of the problem of slavery.
Jan 29, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Eric Foner
Abie’s Yiddish Muse Abie’s Yiddish Muse
Like a lot of red revolutionaries, Abraham Cahan ended up to the right of where he began.
Jan 29, 2014 / Books & the Arts / D.D. Guttenplan
Tested Tested
Diane Ravitch’s latest call-to-arms against the privatization of public schools.
Jan 29, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Joseph Featherstone
You’ll Never Guess Who’s Coming to the State of the Union You’ll Never Guess Who’s Coming to the State of the Union
One of the more inflammatory voices in the minimum wage debate will be making a special appearance tonight.
Jan 28, 2014 / George Zornick
This Modern World This Modern World
Jan 28, 2014 / Tom Tomorrow
Eurydice Eurydice
It’s more like the sound a doe makes when the arrowhead replaces the day with an answer to the rib’s hollowed hum. We saw it coming but kept walking through the hole in the garden. Because the leaves were bright green & the fire only a pink brushstroke in the distance. It’s not about the light—but how dark it makes you depending on where you stand. Depending on where you stand his name can appear like moonlight shredded in a dead dog’s fur. His name changed when touched by gravity. Gravity breaking our kneecaps just to show us the sky. We kept saying Yes— even with all those birds. Who would believe us now? My voice cracking like bones inside the radio. Silly me. I thought love was real & the body imaginary. But here we are—standing in the cold field, him calling for the girl. The girl beside him. Frosted grass snapping beneath her hooves.
Jan 28, 2014 / Books & the Arts / Ocean Vuong