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The least wrinkle crept into his brow as he remembered that this was February 2d, the time the man always called. He fished in his pocket for his purse, getting the first taste of paying out when nothing is coming in. He looked at the fat, green roll as a sick man looks at the […]

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I first saw Mr. Lincoln in the early summer of 1863. I had a special object in seeing him at that time. I had been engaged in raising two regiments of colored men in Massachussetts, the Fifty-fourth and Fifty-fifth. Two of my sons were in those regiments. Jefferson Davis had taken notice of these colored […]

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Yugoslav Steward knocks on my door, says “You stay on the ship? Okay?” and goes off into Brooklyn to get drunk with the crew— Alyce and I are waking up, at one A.M., arm in arm in a dreadsome ship, agh— Only one watchman alone on the walk— Everybody drinking in bars of New York. […]

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Sometimes Hoover’s floating animosity tended to attach itself to one of his victims. Increasingly alarmed that Eleanor Roosevelt’s concern for the Negro was likely to churn up social disorder, Hoover tiptoed into the subject with FDR. “The president says the old bitch is going through the change of life and we’ll just have to put […]

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Police Files, October 1958 On the morning of Tuesday, September 8th, the lonely strip of county road lying between Sauk City and Prairie du Sac, Wisconsin, was visited by death. Bloody, brutal and wanton death at the hand of a man with insane, murderous greed in his heart. Mimi Lipson, Food and Beverage (2009) Pinky’s […]

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“What Richard Abneg had carried forward, always, anyhow, was a certain sense of his own crucial place in the island’s life. He’d never copped out. And the beard, that too was uncompromised, continuous. He grew it when he was fifteen and reading Howard Zinn and Charles Bukowski and Emmett Grogan. I soaked up Harriet’s description […]

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In honor of the great contributions Brooklyn’s mostly proud blind people have made to our Armed Forces over the years, I’m delighted to reintroduce this interview between a monocle-wearing historian, Brian Berger, and the nearly sightless novelist Jim Knipfel. As for Woodrow Wilson, the Staunton, Virginia native who presided over  the first Armistice Day, he […]

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Emptying. Airmail: the garbage parts flutter and glide and plummet, thrown out in a sweet, athletic arc. They drop through morning sunlight into shade. The bag pulls its ripcord: disintegrates. Cans’ flat bottoms wink sun back, flash-flash, end over end: C and C Cola, Cerveza Rheingold, Raid (do not incinerate), Café Bustelo and Spam. One […]

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If I could be you and you could be me for just one hour; if we could find a way to get inside each other’s mind; if you could see me through your eyes instead of your ego; I believe you’d be surprised to see that you’d been blind. Walk a mile in my shoes, […]

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There’s a new book in town! Now that the professional mourners have put their veils and candles away, the enormity of the artistic life of Michael Jackson remains. To help us make sense of and celebrate those numerous achievements, Armond has put together a collection of his MJ writings under the title Keep Moving and […]

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