A Heritage of Hate
Why it’s the duty of every white American to burn a Confederate flag.
Erik Bryan
Train Operator
The city of New York employs nearly half a million citizens, more than any other municipality in the country. We decided to speak with some of those employees about their work and what it takes to keep the biggest city in America running. A train operator—name withheld—with the
Teacher
The city of New York employs nearly half a million citizens, more than any other municipality in the country. We decided to speak with some of those employees about their work and what it takes to keep the biggest city in America running. A first-grade teacher at a public
J. Y. Strain
J. Y. Strain lives and works in Bloomington, Ill. This poem is dedicated “for my brother, regarding his ride.” I’d Like to See You at Thanksgiving If you wanna go Grand Prix there’s some things you gotta know. Digest this holiday plea: Get rid of that Mitsubitchi. You
Michael Loughran
“Year of the Grim Light” I was using fewer and fewer words, and then I was using none. Not even a running gag with the dog, or reading old history out loud to a houseplant. Not even half a song sung to the TV news anchor on TV. Not even
Prison Ship Martyrs Monument
I’d first heard about the site on my outing to St. Paul’s Church in the Bronx. Frank, the lecturer at St. Paul’s that day, told me about the memorial, and gave me contact information for one Martin Maher, Brooklyn’s Chief of Staff for New York’s
Fraunces Tavern Museum
Today the site is still very much a functioning tavern, as I discovered upon arriving last Thursday and being hustled through one dining hall and a whiskey bar by a staff member to reach a central elevator that would take me up to the museum. That night it was hosting
Floyd Bennett Field
During his freshman year at Kansas State in 1972, he joined the Air Force ROTC and took the Air Force Officers Qualifying Test, which he nearly aced. Then during a physical exam his left eye failed him, and he was told he will never fly a jet—at least not
Flushing Meadows-Corona Park
My friends Bex and Todd had shown interest in going to the park, so we decided to meet up there in the afternoon. It was a lovely day fit for a walk in a park. A little too lovely, really. It was unseasonably warm, in fact, something that played into
Edgar Allan Poe Cottage
Two Sundays ago I trekked out to the Bronx to visit the Edgar Allen Poe Cottage. (Although Poe was better known for bouncing between Richmond and Baltimore, he spent several years living in New York City.) As our subway car emerged into the Bronx daylight, I forced my travel companions,