The Re-Con
The Country Corporeal
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“…we stood on the edge of a field where, on a September morning in 1862, the blood of 12,000 men — wounded and dead — soaked the soil. “
The Re-Con
The Demonstration: heart thumping, ears ringing — the pistol’s report took us to a hilltop in Vietnam
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45 years later the gunshot called up the echo of Kent State, My Lai, Tet, Walter Cronkite, Saigon, Berkeley, Bobby Kennedy, Woodstock, Nixon, Weathermen, Memphis, Martin Luther King Jr.
The Re-Con
Whence Cometh the Icemen?
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“How long before someone and then someone else steps over that line, crosses the gates and barriers, and strikes the fatal blows against the source of the stench skulking out of the east and drags it across the gutter and off into history?”
The Re-Con
Sight Unseen: color blind in a world that favored white
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Where racism lives and thrives: no complex diagnosis required.
The Re-Con
The Star’s Mangled Banter: O’er the Twitter we watched were but fallacies streaming?
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The star’s mangled banter, despotic, doth wail
The Re-Con
If our irrational national pastime is football, then the clueless, groping Nazi appeaser in the White House makes sense
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It is choreographed violence and nothing less
The Re-Con
The Lay of the Land: westering from “the Point of Beginning”
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The beginning of the Public Land Survey System in the U.S.
The Re-Con
A Report from Pennsylvania
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I stay for the kindnesses in the classroom, the solitude at home, and the consolation in the countryside.
The Re-Con
Hail to the Thief
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I can’t stomach it — the butchered syntax, the prepubescent vocabulary, the oblique threats, the incessant self-congratulation, the bare-assed ignorance, the bald-faced lies.