"I am looking at my treasured coin and wondering about Volodya."
Slamming the door against the main victims of imperialist exploitation is impossible; microbes know no borders.
I was struck by the incredible breadth and grassroots depth of this sea of humanity streaming through the streets of New York. A mass movement has emerged!
As we reflect on the 13th anniversary of the attacks that shook our nation, it appears that little progress has been made in the "war on terror."
The recent round of sanctions aimed at Moscow over the crisis in the Ukraine could backfire by accelerating a move away from the dollar as the world's reserve currency.
President Obama, while saying U.S. airstrikes would be limited in scope, also called it "a long-term project" - that is alarming, opening the door for further disasters.
What a trip! I had last visited my American home country three years earlier; during my visit last month I saw that some things hadn't changed much, some things had.
In 1945, every Saturday night, we sang his songs, with those of Woody, Leadbelly, Paul Robeson and Ernst Busch, at the Folksay square dance and song sessions in the Furriers' Hall.
We add our voice to the many calling for clemency for Edward Snowden, the whistle-blower who exposed the National Security Agency's massive domestic spying program.
There are any number of obstacles that could trip up the nuclear negotiations between Iran and the "P5+1," but the right to "enrich" nuclear fuel should not be one of them.