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Ah, Sunday again, Richard Jackson’s Long Reads faces cold cases, war correspondence and the position of the black man in US society.
The standout article of the week, month, quarterly financial period and/or year. Author Ta-Nehisi Coates occupies an interesting position in public intellectualism in America. He is the black cynic to Obama’s idealism, as with clarity he continually explains how black people are still trampled over, how they are still suppressed by institutions and society.
Coates is on a high thanks to his article last year on reparations, and then his book Between the World and Me, which is a series of letter to his son explaining what to expect as a black man in America. He continues his ascendancy with this piece.
It’s lengthy, so make yourself a cup of tea, get a sandwich and nestle in for an hour to appreciate it, to learn the long shadow that history casts: how breaking down black people over the course of 300 years, through slavery and Jim Crow laws, has ruined families and destroyed lives, leading to this continued cycle of reoffending and incarceration.
I love that this thought provoking article, which prods and pokes at the soul of a country, provides so much commentary from its country’s citizens. And that The Atlantic actually published the debate, like Letters to the Editor.
When CJ Chivers quit war correspondence, he quit destruction and he quit death. As a journalist, he actively went to wars to study conflict, to bring to the public the disgusting truth behind conflict. So what would make this respected journalist drop it all?
Journalist Kate Crane gave up her job to uncover her family mystery: the disappearance of her father 28 years ago.
It’s a cold case now. But she is searching for answers and closure. She wades through the rumours of her father’s life and suspected murder, wandering through the wrecking yard that was her father’s former business at Curtis Bay, a “queer hillbilly enclave”. It gives the story a murky, ominous feel, like the dead memories haunt the scenery.