Opening Spaces: On Tolerance and the Possibility for Love
...way, and though he uses non-"ideal" sources such as "surveys, social networks, pornographic searches, and dating sites" to compile "evidence" on the "number of gay men" in this country, Stephens-Davidowitz...
Conflict and the Senses: A Review of The Smell of Battle, the Taste of Siege
...Vicksburg, Smith tells a harrowing tale of a city "taken by hunger." The Union forces under Grant dug in around the base of the terraced city, and kept up a...
Brushes with War
...Oil on Canvas by Winslow Homer. Metropolitan Museum of Art, Accession Number 22.207. Edging past Homer's iconic sniper, visitors to the DC venue had plenty to see—a display of sixty...
"Looking Back and Moving Forward": The Records of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference at Emory University's Manuscript, Archives, and Rare Book Library
...mule train from around the country to the National Mall where they constructed a settlement, Resurrection City, and demanded better access to jobs, jobs training, housing, and food stamps. Intended...
Katrina, One Year Later: Three Perspectives
...the Department of Art and Design at Missouri State University. He has received a number of awards for his photographic work including fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts,...
Just as Sure
...Couldn't deny they shared faces. We buried Daddy in '53. They finished the dam, backed up the Oconee that year to make power. They made a lake, changed the town....
Joshua McCarter Simpson's "To the White People of America" (1854)
...Windsor, Ohio, in the far northeastern corner of the border state, near Lake Erie. He was indentured as a servant from his childhood until he turned twenty-one, working in brutal...
Catfish Dream: An African American Vision in the Delta
...The farmers bred them for size and taste and texture and profit. They swam around in that little man-made lake and waited for the chopping block and the flash-frozen package....
Chattahoochee (excerpt)
...wallow, I can almost see the bottom of the lake, the black bass diving, dividing the darkness in the feathery tissue of its gills, as curl after curl rises from...
I Find Joy In the Cemetery Trees
...they started in a slight breeze off the lake, the many and patient sails, I could see in those motions a little of the world that owns me — and...