From the Editor
Social media has sped time up. In the world of Twitter, outrage is instantaneous, and deliberation impossible.
Social media has sped time up. In the world of Twitter, outrage is instantaneous, and deliberation impossible.
Sinners are threatened not by an angry god, but by a righteous mob.
#MeToo demands that all women must be believed — except where their stories upset the prevailing narrative.
We have probably done more to encourage business crises and immoral managerial behaviours than prevent them, a fairly insane outcome considering how often we speak of corporate social responsibility.
Dear Millennial, I am a 60-year-old white male without a college education. Make of that information what you will. I can lay no claim to be the least racist, sexist, homophobic, or transphobic person you’ve ever met, but I do try to treat people—regardless of their creed, color,
When speakers need police escort on and off college campuses, an alarm bell should be going off that something has gone seriously awry.
Chinese genocidal hatred against the Japanese simply cannot be dismissed as the bigotry of a nationalist fringe movement.
Sweden has gone the farthest toward abandoning a knowledge-based core curriculum and a pedagogy in which students internalize and learn to apply knowledge under the teacher’s instruction and supervision.
We now treat people who dissent from the progressive orthodoxy about certain offenses as being no different from the people who actually committed the offenses in the first place.
The nationalist’s nemesis is not the proponent of liberalism or progressivism, but the imperialist.
Grinding out note after note of identical, monotonous pro forma gratitude is not a pleasurable pastime, nor even a merely dull one; it is a good old-fashioned nuisance.
The anti-imperialist Left’s mistake has not always been its opposition to Western policies, it has been its reflexive idealisation of the West’s opponents.
Beginning in the mid-2000s, the momentum toward an increasingly open and liberal world order began to falter, then went into reverse.
Having lived and worked in rural East Africa for 16 years, I find that Read’s stories ring true, whereas Hemingway’s ring hollow.