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In 2014, during the tense aftermath of the police shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri, Harrison decided the young fighters at the gym needed to get to know police officers, and vice versa. So he began offering free memberships to police in D.C. and Prince George’s County. Now officers often train with ex-cons and troubled youths at Old School.
By Jim Kuhnhenn, Thom GoertelSeptember 2019Blind luck put me on this yard where the men have decided to make good use of the empty time forced upon us by the state. Yard A is downright peaceful, nothing like the prison yards where racist convicts stab and assault people.
By Saint James Harris WoodSeptember 2019Over the past year, more than a hundred people have worn my handcuffs. Not long ago, in a self-defense class, I wore them myself. . . . The catch of the steel teeth as the cuffs tighten is austere and final, and never so much so as when it emanates from the small of your back.
By Edward ConlonSeptember 2019It’s a mistake to think of each episode of police misconduct as an isolated incident that might have gone another way if different officers had been involved. It’s not about individuals. The problem is a political imperative toward overpolicing.
By Mark LevitonSeptember 2019White supremacy is not just Nazis marching in the street. In the U.S. it’s always been a part of the economic and social system.
By Mark LevitonDecember 2018For a term paper I demanded a Louis Vuitton purse. For a take-home midterm, a Tiffany bracelet.
By Vanessa HuaJuly 2018A teenage vandal, a burning secret, a sexual awakening
By Our ReadersOctober 2017Last month, in a section titled “One Nation, Indivisible,” we devoted more than half our pages to excerpts from The Sun’s archives. Our goal was to address the current political moment by giving readers perspective on the past and courage to face the present. Because the problems in our nation seem unlikely to be resolved anytime soon, we are making this an ongoing part of the magazine.
September 2017I was twenty-six, working full time at the Bagelry in suburban Chicago, avoiding the future. The future did not seem like anything you could count on. Even in suburban Chicago, where Public Works employees smiled while scraping up roadkill, people were unhappy, desperate to convince themselves of something good. Desperate.
By Kelly LuceSeptember 2017Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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