These are my parents, Sandra and Joe, ages somewhere around 80 and 84. We don’t know for sure. Both of them were born into very poor families during war times, and their actual birth days were never recorded.
By Carol Harada
Photo: Michael Marais
I can’t make it stop. Blood is constantly dripping from my tiny hands. Much darker than the scarlet of my China-made tie hanging long over my belly. Still, the color is close enough and the tie is right there, so I wipe my sticky fingers on it when the television cameras are off.
By Carol Harada
Photo: Levi Clancy on Unsplash
The hawks circled above, riding the thermals rising from the dark pit, tracking all the snaking movement down below. It had been days of this, streams of dump trucks, flatbeds, and oversized pickups flowing along the serpentine byways of forgotten America and bearing jagged things we no longer needed to this abandoned mine.
By LiAnne Yu
Last week, I attended the 42nd Climate Reality Leadership Corps training in Minneapolis-St. Paul. Al Gore was our main instructor, spending hours each day helping us get familiar with his presentation, made famous by the film, An Inconvenient Truth. As trained leaders ourselves as well,
By Iris Fluellen
Official White House Photo by Lawrence Jackson
A toxic pall had befallen the land, creating a miasma of despair for those who questioned the absurdity of it all. Like the line from that old Talking Heads song, “How did we get here?”
By Iván Ríos Gascón
Art is a political act by nature. As society’s highest expression of culture and aesthetics, art exalts dream and thought, grace and virtue but it is not indifferent to barbarism, injustice, and suffering. Artistic creation is a sudden impulse or perhaps a lightning bolt of illumination but it is also an answer to individual or collective tragedy when it arises from a profound reflection of our being and the world we live in.
By Sallie Latch
What if it was you whose life was suddenly interrupted by bombs, rockets and gunfire? What if your home was destroyed, all possessions gone and all 4 of your beloved children were shredded by a barrel bomb? What would it feel like to gather whomever was left of your family,
Host+Producer: Christopher D. Cantwell
Rev. Edward Thompson has been fighting injustice since he was eleven. Today he is a leader of Nashville Organized for Action and Hope, or NOAH, and one of their major issues has been increasing the stock of affordable housing in the city.
By Indu Subaiya
Los Angeles, California, November 7, 2016, the day before the election
At the kindergarten parent-teacher conference, Mrs. Perez says Nikolai is doing fine, but if it’s ok with us, she’d like to tell us about herself today. She’s scared about the election because her husband was deported once for a crime he didn’t commit,
By Carol Harada
She started as an inspiration. A Frenchman had his heart pierced by the grandeur and beauty of the Nubian monuments at Abu Simbel in Egypt. Then he found his muse – a peasant woman, Egyptian, Muslim, dark. He decided to place the peasant woman with regal dignity as a colossal guardian at Port Said,