Andrea Lewis

On Aug. 12, tennis legend Billie Jean King was duly recognized for her role as a game-changer of history.

The loss of Miriam Makeba is a blow to music lovers and human rights activists the world over.

Six and a half decades after Robeson’s Othello debut, much has changed, and much has not. “The artist must elect to fight for Freedom or for Slavery,” Robeson said in the biography “The Whole World in His Hands.” “I have made my choice.” We would all do well to follow the example of Paul Robeson.

If the Bush Justice Department gets its way, the FBI may soon be going after American citizens on the basis of our race, religion, and ethnicity — even when there is no evidence of wrongdoing.

In a summer full of sports controversies, none is bigger than Barry Bonds breaking the all-time home run record.

Opponents of same-sex marriage are continuing to do everything they can to block the progress of gay rights.

With former “Seinfeld” co-star Michael Richards’ racist rant, we’re again reminded of how deep and wide the waters of racial intolerance run in our culture.

Kudos to the New Jersey Supreme Court for ruling that same-sex couples deserve the same benefits as heterosexual couples. Denying committed same-sex couples the financial and social benefits and privileges given to their married heterosexual counterparts bears no substantial relationship to a legitimate government purpose," the court found.

Bush plan coddles wealthy tax cheats
By Andrea Lewis

August 1, 2006

The Bush administration is willing to go to extraordinary lengths to protect the interests of wealthy Americans.

Pentagon cultivating culture of violence against women
By Andrea Lewis

July 18, 2006

Recent allegations of sexual abuse by U.S. military personnel should make us wary of the culture of sexist violence that the Pentagon is fostering.


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We need to improve the condition of workers this Thanksgiving weekend. Here's what you can do.

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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