Ever since Donald Trump’s election, a cottage industry of politicians, journalists, scholars and commentators has sought to understand what motivates Trump supporters. Theories have ranged from globalization to a rebellion against Washington elitism to racism. But the true cause may have been overlooked: the “postindustrial society.”
Instead of working with Democrats in a bipartisan way to improve our current health care system, Republicans passed a bill that would allow insurers to bring back discrimination against people with pre-existing conditions.
It may turn out that the widespread belief that most Americans’ incomes have stagnated for years is, well, false or at least overstated.
La Raza and several Democratic senators stand together against deportations. Children are the principal victims of Trump's immigration policy, with about 6 million of them vulnerable to having their families broken up.
Is it just me or does anyone else get the feeling that President Trump and others in his administration don’t see any difference between unauthorized immigrants and those residing in our country legally?
By all means, let’s have a carbon tax. It’s the best way to deal with global climate change. It would require Republicans and Democrats to compromise -- a good thing -- and would provide revenues for a government that desperately needs more revenue. Fine. But let’s not pretend that a carbon tax is a panacea for either climate change or too much debt.
The World Economic Forum this year feels like an exercise in ritual self-flagellation, which -- as with the old Christian practice of fasting and whipping one’s own body -- is supposed to purify the sinful nature of man. The sin, of course, is globalization, which everyone now seems to agree has been lopsided, inequitable, and dangerous. In fact, most of the flaws attributed to globalization are actually mistakes in national policy that can be corrected.
week of dueling federal budget proposals, it looks as though low-income college
students are about to take a hit to one portion of their financial aid packages
that doesn't mire them in post-graduate debt: the Pell grant.
Looking back on it, I just don’t know how I made it in.
Growing up at Addison and Lincoln there was no question where I wanted to go to high school: the gorgeous, ivy-covered walls of Albert G. Lane Technical High School up the street at Addison and Western.
The place where, every time I mentioned it, older folks would say "that place, yeah, my brother went there…before they let girls in."