Only Losers Wrap Themselves in Losers

How connected are you to the Confederacy? I ask this, particularly, of you who wave the battle flag and adore statues and images of Robert E. Lee, Jefferson Davis and Stonewall Jackson. Do… Continue reading

Circular Journalism

I spent the summer of 1972 as a nightside copyboy in the third-floor newsroom of the New York Times on West 43rd Street. At the end of the summer, Sammy Solovitz, the legendary head copyboy… Continue reading

And You Fell for It, Didn’t You? I Mean You, Members of the Press

I’ve had the feeling, the last few days, of watching a Hollywood train wreck in slow motion but with the star believing he is driving the train and the director letting him think… Continue reading

How Is Political Division Like a Marriage?

The answer: both hide abuse. My old favorite David Brooks continues up his creek seeking a paddle. It is he, who, for some reason, thinks the political divides in the United States can… Continue reading

“What a World! What a World!”

The other day, I linked on Facebook to a piece by Steven Brill that takes elite lawyers of the baby-boom generation to task for ruining America. Commenters, predictably (and correctly) took Brill himself… Continue reading

To Save Journalism, Listen to the Students

Because of the nature of New York City College of Technology, the City University of New York campus where I teach, my Introduction to Journalism class is a little different from one at… Continue reading

Fighting Racism: The Mob Can’t Win

There may be a certain joy in tracking down and exposing the likes of Aaron Schlossberg and Jennifer Schulte, but we should take little pride in the glee of calling out racists and… Continue reading

Calming Waffles

Half a cup of flour, slightly less of almond milk. Tablespoons of canola oil and molasses. Half a teaspoon of baking powder. Purists don’t like it: no egg, no beaten whites, no milk,… Continue reading

Yellow Fever Restaurant: Another Example of Why the Liberal Arts Are Important

In 1800, my ancestor Aaron Barlow traveled with his daughter Esther to Norfolk, Virginia where both got caught by a yellow-fever epidemic and died. They are buried in a mass grave there, along… Continue reading

Amy/Andy and the Orphans

Willowbrook. Any New Yorker of a certain age shudders at that name–and no, not because it was Geraldo Rivera who brought it to our attention. Willowbrook was a place of horrors all on… Continue reading