Connect the Enron Dots to Bush Connect the Enron Dots to Bush
The connections between Enron and the Bush administration run deep—and they should be investigated.
Dec 11, 2001 / Column / Robert Scheer
Nobel Laureates Centennial Appeal Nobel Laureates Centennial Appeal
Past Nobel Prize winners congratulate the UN and Kofi Annan.
Dec 10, 2001 / The Nation
No Finality Without Fairness No Finality Without Fairness
The US Supreme Court's stunning 5-4 stay Saturday of the Florida undervote count--less than 24 hours after the equally stunning Florida Supreme Court decision ordering that same...
Dec 9, 2001 / Bruce Shapiro
Stolen Elections Stolen Elections
If Tom Feeney has his way, he'll get to decide the next President of the United States.
Dec 8, 2001 / John K. Wilson
More Juice? More Juice?
What plagued the O.J. Simpson trial—corruption, malfeasance and a breakdown of the rule of law—is exactly what the 'war on terror' is achieving in its blind que...
Dec 7, 2001 / Column / Patricia J. Williams
Witnessing Germany Witnessing Germany
Eric Weinberger reviews The Healing Wound: Experiences amd Reflections on Germany, 1938–2001, by Gitta Sereny.
Dec 7, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Eric Weinberger
Bush’s Globalized NATO Bush’s Globalized NATO
As envisioned by the Administration, it's unilateralism with a multilateral face.
Dec 7, 2001 / Feature / Sherle R. Schwenninger
Letter From Ground Zero: December 6, 2001 Letter From Ground Zero: December 6, 2001
With the Taliban engaged in Afghanistan, where will the US now train its sights?
Dec 7, 2001 / Jonathan Schell
Hymn to Necessity Hymn to Necessity
With a chain saw and axe, we've spent a long Morning cutting up a sycamore the storm Brought down. For all twelve years we've lived here, It has shaded over our kitchen window, Upheld the various tire swings and feeders, The candle-lit rice paper Japanese lanterns, And even, on one occasion, one corner Of a straw-hooped canopy for a wedding. So borne in mind, we've come to find that, Rinsing our dishes in the sink at lunch, The clearing it leaves over-brims itself And turns what's not there outside in, But how good the sun feels in its absence, And how like absence to surprise us this way.
Dec 7, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Sherod Santos