In a city divided by a language barrier, the symbols of this protest are nonverbal; clanging and banging rather than chants, red squares rather than slogans or names.
I have to wonder why our reaction to the actions of desperate protesters is so much greater than our reaction to the continuing violence perpetrated by societies.
From classic soul to riot grrl punk, our writers give us their take on the idea of protest music.
The idea of a “Person of the Year” implies that individual leaders and heroes have more impact than collectives.
I too don’t want to be someone who doesn’t believe in any kind of magic.
Isn’t it the time now to think about real, long-term changes?
I believe that the best cure for bad speech isn’t censorship, it’s more speech.
We make the bargain that we work for pay in order to have time and space to do the things we love.
Or maybe I can feel New Orleans shrugging at me and saying “Don’t cry for me, what good will your tears do?”
How could she dare want something more? Something else?