Thou Shalt Not Kill Thou Shalt Not Kill
Christians are drifting away in their support of the death penalty.
Dec 22, 2000 / Feature / Marion Gross
Clinton Follows the Money Clinton Follows the Money
Bill Clinton is moving to install Terry McAuliffe as the head of the DNC, a cynical move in this day of pay-to-play politics.
Dec 22, 2000 / William Greider
The Living Thought of Military Dictatorships The Living Thought of Military Dictatorships
We're sorry, but we do not have permission to present this article on our website. It is an excerpt from Upside Down: A Primer for the Looking-Glass World (Metropolitan). © 2000 by Eduardo Galeano. Translation © 2000 by Mark Fried.
Dec 22, 2000 / Books & the Arts / Eduardo Galeano
Executioners’ Swan Song Executioners’ Swan Song
Capital punishment will be one of the defining issues of the coming year.
Dec 22, 2000 / The Editors
Questions for Powell Questions for Powell
Secretary of State-designate Colin Powell needs to explain his participation in several sordid episodes of the United States' past.
Dec 22, 2000 / David Corn
Let’s Get Our Show on the Road! Let’s Get Our Show on the Road!
Bush v. Gore is a fitting start to the next four deranged years.
Dec 22, 2000 / Column / Alexander Cockburn
Let the Whitewash Begin Let the Whitewash Begin
If the absence of soldiers seizing cable networks is the ultimate standard of meaningful democratic empowerment, we're not doing half bad.
Dec 22, 2000 / Column / Eric Alterman
Powell Will Make Heard the Voice of the Common Man… Powell Will Make Heard the Voice of the Common Man…
Some reasons (personal and political) for applauding Colin Powell's new appointment.
Dec 19, 2000 / Column / Robert Scheer
Prince Al Prince Al
Al Gore will be playing a special political role in the future.
Dec 15, 2000 / David Corn
The Fish in the Window The Fish in the Window
"The fish are in the fishman's window," the grain Is in the hall, "the hunter shouts as the pheasant falls." That shout rises from deep in Adam's chest. The great trawlers pull in the shining bodies. Horses' teeth rip night from sleepy day. We are all like Nebuchadnezzar on his knees. Because the greedy soul gained its teeth in the womb, More than one twin died in the safest place; We fell into the doctor's hands with haunted eyes. We inherited much when we inherited teeth. We will never have one whole day of peace. An old horse will die or a house will burn. Each evening we reach for our neighbor's food. Each night we crawl into imaginary beds; Each midnight we visit the darkness with Saturn. We can go on sitting in the Meeting House, But the greedy one in us will still survive. One cry from the crow contains a thousand more.
Dec 15, 2000 / Books & the Arts / Robert Bly