Dear Progressive Supporter...

On behalf of the entire staff of The Progressive, I’d like to thank you for responding so generously to our emergency appeal for funds.

Because of you, we not only met our goal of raising $90,000 in two weeks. We actually surpassed it.

In the first 10 days of our appeal, 397 donors responded to our e-mail alert for funds, for a total of $28,818.25. (The average was a gift of $72.59, and the gifts are still coming in.)

In the first 10 days of our appeal, I made hundreds of phone calls to our most generous donors. One person sent $30,000. Another one sent $10,000. One person gave 5,000. One gave $2,500. Another gave $2,000. One gave $1,500. One gave $1,200. Fifteen people gave $1,000 each. Five people gave $500 each.

On top of that we received dozens of gifts for smaller amounts. Each one, whether for $5 or $250, has made a big difference to us. And so did the many warm letters of encouragement that we received.

All told, we raised $121,895—surpassing our goal by almost $32,000.

Because of you, we have made it through this cash-flow crisis.

This should put us on more solid footing. (And if you haven’t given already, a tax-deductible gift right now, by clicking here, would put us on even better footing!)

Yes, we’re still undercapitalized. And yes, I will, from time to time, need to ask you for tax-deductible gifts in the future.

But we shouldn’t be in the precarious situation we were in just two weeks ago.

And we have you to thank for that.

We really appreciate all the support you gave us in our time of maximum need.

Because of you, we are carrying on the The Progressive’s great tradition in this, our 100th year, of being a vibrant voice for peace and social justice.

You understand that we’re more than a magazine; we’re a cause. And we’re redoubling our energies to further that cause.

We’re forever grateful to you for this support.

 Matthew Rothschild
Matthew Rothschild
Editor and Publisher
The Progressive


Trump's politics are not the problem.

The fiery Milwaukee Sheriff is on the shortlist to head the Department of Homeland Security.

By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

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