Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be America again. (America never was America to me.) I am inspired by my friend Josée’s reporting from the Copenhagen Climate Summit, so I thought this would be a good time to focus on issues of environmental justice. For too long, we have lied and externalized the true costs of doing business. That loan is now being called in. It will be poor people […] I’m always trying to understand what my photos mean, beyond the mere conceit of the image. Looking back over the thousands and thousands of photos I’ve shot over the last eight yeasrs, I’m starting to see some trends. Most of the time, my photos are about boundaries. I got up from my computer, shuffled to the kitchen, put the kettle on, and had a little sob by myself. I’d been writing about women joining the protests in Iran, and of the importance of pictures of young, attractive, female protesters, when I saw the video. I had been glued to the computer, reading everything and anything I could about Iran. It was powerful moment recorded in shaky video. Powerful enough to change the world, and I knew it, but I didn’t tell anyone. In the turmoil and confusion of the post-election Iran, strict control of information is a key tool in quashing dissent. Media access is severely restricted, foreign journalists are confined to their hotels, and communications networks are being dismantled. There are even reports of militias confiscating satellite dishes. The curtain has been drawn on Iran. It is, however, already too late. Today, the conflict between radical Islam and reform leaped from the implicit to the internecine and all too real. Kaplan continues: sparse “What are you doing here?” said the pair of eyes behind the counter. Good question. John and I were going to find my grandmother’s house in Hyde Park, an upscale suburban community north of the University of Chicago. To get there, we had to walk through Chicago’s notorious South Side. What the Vietnamese man […] Anna at The Commons My friend Melanie has a favorite neighborhood coffee shop, The Commons, on College street in Toronto West. It’s a cozy little independent place, complete with edgy baristas, well-worn benches, and fine young things. It has four long tables, and a good vibe. Like most local coffee shops, the regulars here know […] | |
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