Articles

Florida’s ‘Disappeared Voters’: Disfranchised by the GOP Florida’s ‘Disappeared Voters’: Disfranchised by the GOP

Thousands of citizens can't register or have been wrongly thrown off the rolls.

Jan 18, 2001 / Feature / Greg Palast

Scrub Helps Shrub Scrub Helps Shrub

Florida purged its voter rolls, thanks in part to a web of corporate players.

Jan 18, 2001 / Feature / Greg Palast

The Reel Drug War The Reel Drug War

Steven Soderbergh's Traffic—for all its flaws—illustrates how the United States' is deluding itself in its crusade against drugs.

Jan 18, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Michael Massing

Deep in the Heart of Texas Deep in the Heart of Texas

George W. Bush's and Dick Cheney's 'hearts' are in the right place.

Jan 18, 2001 / Column / Christopher Hitchens

Southern Comfort Southern Comfort

The likely Bush cabinet will have some who have shown sympathy for the Southern Confederacy—a disturbing trend in the late twentieth century.

Jan 18, 2001 / Eric Foner

The ‘Tiananmen Papers’ The ‘Tiananmen Papers’

Files leaked from China show that country's leadership to have conspired against their own people during the Tiananmen protests—but are the documents genuine?

Jan 18, 2001 / Edward Jay Epstein

Pomp and Shame Pomp and Shame

The ascendency of George W. Bush to the presidency exposes stark dissatisfaction in the United States.

Jan 18, 2001 / The Editors

The Summer House The Summer House

After a hard rain, a sudden clearing. Puddles shine on the gravel path Winding down to the meadow where smoky wisps Rise from the warm ground, low earth clouds That thin and vanish; and now The birds start up again, and the crickets. What if a happy life is only a long succession Of happy moments; if they come unbidden And the virtue that serves us best is simple readiness, Mere openness to the occasion, if the sycamore Swaying whenever the wind moves by Serves as our great exemplar, sage, and prophet? I hope not. I hope the efforts I've made To claim my life as my own and give it meaning Lead in the end to a happiness more alive And lasting than any that fortune offers Whenever she pleases, the random bounty Impossible to anticipate or encourage. My efforts, my patching of roofs and windows, The writing of invitations, the widening of my guest list, The mastery of guitar chords, the library work On the history of landscape in water color and oils, What exactly they add to the world of hills and valleys That the hills and valleys should be grateful for. And then this hard rain and sudden clearing, This low sun, these rosy clouds that I interpret As proof I'm included in the lucky flow of gifts Circling the earth, offering me a welcome Hard to resist, without conditions or reservations, With nothing expected of me, nothing to be earned.

Jan 18, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Carl Dennis

A Taste for Desert Landscapes? A Taste for Desert Landscapes?

A review of Sol LeWitt's Autobiography.

Jan 18, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Arthur C. Danto

None Dare Call It Treason None Dare Call It Treason

Five Supreme Court Justices are criminals in the truest sense of the word.

Jan 18, 2001 / Feature / Vincent Bugliosi

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