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We said it each day of our miserable lives. We said it when it rained, and when it didn't rain, when it was hot, when it was hotter. “It don't mean nothin,” we said.

Fred (79) and Mimmi (78) Holmstrom in front of their row house, built in 1899, on St. Marks Place, four blocks from Atlantic Ave.

In the summer of 1999, just months after NATO bombed an independent country (then Yugoslavia) without the authorisation of the UN Security Council, I attended a lecture by the late Prof.

For many of us, the immediate aftermath of Donald Trump's decisive electoral victory has been a time of deep despair and mourning. There has been plenty of commentary trying to make sense of Trump's win and the factors that led to it. But no analysis changes the fact that the outcome represents a serious blow to our most vulnerable communities, a sharp setback for causes of economic and social justice, and a profound challenge to whatever semblance of democracy America has been able to secure. We have lived through it before, and it feels even worse the second time around. It is right that we take this as a moment to grieve.

Nathaniel St. Clair Photograph by Nathaniel St. Clair

American politicians love to pose as defenders of factory workers threatened by globalization, corporate restructuring, and overseas outsourcing. But

Katie Schmidt

“…the United States and Israel are making significant progress toward stabilizing three dangerous wars: Israel's tit-for-tat conflict with Iran, the

Photo by The Good Funeral Guide So, yeah, I'm standing here at the funeral looking at the corpse.

Jack Parente