The New Yorker has two fantastic things right now (probably others, but these are the two I could not detach myself from): Gerry Adams’ cloaked IRA leadership (I also recommend Ed Moloney’s book, which I read while IN Northern Ireland and made for a really intense experience) and also Break-In at Y-12, on how that lil group of pacifists basically walked into a secure nuclear facility.
This is the best reason to become a New Media Personality, and also the article is great and it is here:
Julia Carrie Wong on anti-black prejudice in Asian communities:
The presence of resentment, distrust and intolerance between two different groups that are both struggling to succeed in the white-dominated United States is no secret. Tensions between Korean American shopkeepers and African-Americans were put on national display during the Los Angeles Riots in 1992, and in many Asian communities, anti-black sentiment goes unquestioned and unchecked. The recent indictment of Chinese-American New York City police officer Peter Liang for shooting and killing an unnamed black man, Akai Gurley, in the staircase of a housing project last November, is a stark calling of the question that #Asians4BlackLives is putting forward: “Which side are you on?”
A mother’s struggle to get the government to accept her daughter’s traditional Chipewyan name, glottal stop and all:
When Catholique Valpy attempted to register her baby in February of last year, she received a phone call from the Northwest Territories government’s vital statistics department, telling her it couldn’t support the use of the traditional character. In an email to Catholique Valpy, a government representative explained that’s because the glottal stop isn’t part of the Roman alphabet.
This is a nightmare.
Noted troll Jazmine Hughes lists movies she has not seen.
I may be fat but I am fat on your television motherfuckers. Deal with it.
— roxane gay (@rgay) March 9, 2015
How criminal records hold Americans back:
Jacobs, the author of a new book called “The Eternal Criminal Record,” is just one of a wave of legal experts and advocates arguing that it is time to take drastic steps to reduce these records’ unprecedented power. Criminal records follow people after their release from prison; they even cling to those with minor offenses who never serve a day in prison, or who were arrested but never convicted. The stickiness of American criminal records—which, unlike in most European countries, can be readily searched by employers and landlords—can make it harder to qualify for housing, for public benefits programs, and for higher education. Worst of all, it can put legitimate employment out of reach, leading ex-offenders right back to the underground economy.
In trying to answer the question of why Hope is in eclipse today, Zoglin speculates in part that he “never recovered from the Vietnam years.” Hope made a spectacle of himself then, not so much in his knee-jerk support for the war (his hawkishness did not diminish his Nielsen ratings) but in his obliviousness to the rapid changes in pop culture going on all around him. Ed Sullivan was a bit older than Hope and is no one’s idea of a hipster, but he figured out that the Beatles were more than a passing fad, not to mention a commercial opportunity, and booked them at first sight on his own televised vaudeville show. Hope dismissed them with a tone-deaf gag: “Aren’t they something? They sound like Hermione Gingold getting mugged.” A particularly painful sight among the photos in Hope is a shot of the middle-aged Hope, Steve Lawrence, and Eydie Gormé draped in wigs and beads to satirize unwashed hippies. The sharpest insult Hope could muster about Woodstock was that it produced “the most dandruff that was ever in one place.”
Just wanted to say how constantly impressed by and grateful I am for Nicole Chung, who took care of you so beautifully while I was on leave and has never ONCE asked me the same question twice. There is no substitute for waking up at two am and thinking OH SHOULD I REMIND NIKKI TO…? and then thinking NOPE SHE’LL HAVE REMEMBERED. I love you, Nikki. Never leave me.
Nicole is an Editor of The Toast.