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Corporate America’s top 10 blunders of 2021

Much was made of the “death” of political comedy during the Trump years. Satire and parody, many argued, need foils of real-world respectability. And Donald Trump, the GOP’s new lodestar, has pretty much dispensed with the conventions of political decorum. But while postured propriety may have lost its luster in the political realm, it remains alive and well in the private sector, making Corporate America’s blunders all the more visible.

2021 saw endless gaffes and gaucheries from powerful American corporations. Some were caught red-handed in embarrassing and nefarious schemes never meant for the public eye. Others waged embarrassing public relations offensives that earned unintended blowback. To critical onlookers, all of the failed contrivances stand together as one big comedy of terrors.

Here are the private sector’s top ten fuck-ups of 2021:

10. Ozy Media’s co-founder impersonates YouTube executive in meeting with Goldman Sachs

In February, executives from Ozy, a digital media company whose financial practices have been widely scrutinized, were closing in on a $40 billion cash injection from Goldman Sachs when they held a videoconference to hammer out the details of the deal. As The New York Times‘ Ben Smith would later go on to describe, the Feb. 2 meeting was a bizarre mix of technical difficulties and deception. 

During the meeting, Alex Piper, the head of unscripted programming for YouTube Originals, was supposedly having technical difficulties on Zoom, so all parties switched over to teleconference. Once the switch was made, Goldman’s executives heard from a man, apparently impersonating Piper, who gave a rapturous review of Ozy’s management. After circling back with YouTube, Goldman quickly realized that the man they’d heard from was Samir Rao, the co-founder and chief operating officer of Ozy itself.

After Ozy’s CEO admitted to the incident, multiple board members reportedly pushed Rao to take a leave of absence. Ozy also lost its seed funding and saw resignations from former chairman Marc Lasry and co-founder Carlos Watson.

9. Basecamp bans employees’ political discussions 

Tech bros are notorious for their professed love of “free speech” – but the managers at Basecamp didn’t even bother to pretend. 

In April, the web software company’s leadership formally prohibited any and all “societal and political discussions” in internal company chat rooms, calling such communications “a major distraction” from productivity in the workplace. CEO Jason Fried and co-founder David Heinemeier Hansson reportedly announced the policy in a blog post, according to The Verge, and later held an hours-long all-hands meeting that left several employees “in tears” over the company’s decision. 

The conflict reportedly arose in part from a “long-standing company practice of maintaining a list of ‘funny’ customer names,” some of which include those of Asian and African descent. Additionally, the company’s longtime head of strategy reportedly questioned the existence of white supremacy. 

Hours after the company’s ban was announced at least 20 employees – over a third of Basecamp’s entire workforce – resigned in protest. 

8. Citizen places $30,000 bounty on wrongfully accused arson suspect

In May, as Los Angeles was struggling to contain a 1,200-acre fire in the Pacific Palisades neighborhood, Citizen, the “public safety” app that gives users real-time crime alerts, thought it might help out. Early into the containment effort, investigators had ruled the fire an arson. So Citizen put out a $30,000 bounty to help locate the suspect, offering cash payments to any user with information about who might’ve started the fire. 

According to VICE, Citizen CEO Andrew Frame led a “citywide, app-fueled manhunt,” directing his employees to continue upping the ante on the bounty as users struggled to identify the arsonist. “FIND THIS F*CK,” Frame told his employees over Slack. “LETS GET THIS GUY BEFORE MIDNIGHT HES GOING DOWN.”

After Citizen identified Devin Hilton, a homeless man, as the suspected arsonist, circulating Hilton’s photo to roughly 861,000 users, law enforcement authorities shortly arrested Hilton, and later found they had scant evidence to charge him with anything. 

The sheriff who questioned Hilton said Citizen’s manhunt was “potentially disastrous.”

After Hilton was eventually released, Citizen apologized: “Once we realized this error, we immediately retracted the photo and reward offer. We are actively working to improve our internal processes to ensure this does not occur again. This was a mistake we are taking very seriously.”

7. Better.com CEO fires 900 employees over Zoom before Christmas 

Earlier this year, things at online mortgage originator Better.com seemed to be going well – at least on paper. The company had significantly raised its profile after announcing back in May that it would go public via an SPAC merger. And last month, Better revealed that it would be receiving a $750 million cash injection from investment management company SoftBank. 

But on December 8, CEO Vishal Garg did something that, according to reports, few employees expected. Citing issues with “the market” and “productivity,” Garg laid off 9% of his entire workforce just before the holidays, in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic, over Zoom. 

Facing a maelstrom of criticism from employees, who were given a month’s pay and three months of benefits, the executive only felt inclined to apologize for the way he handled things. 

“I failed to show the appropriate amount of respect and appreciation for the individuals who were affected and for their contributions to Better,” Garg said.

“I blundered the execution.”

6. AT&T bankrolls far-right One America News Network (OANN)

AT&T, the world’s largest telecommunications company, has apparently been central to the success of one of the most corrosive news channels in America. 

In October, a Reuters investigation found that AT&T has been the financial life force of One America News Network (OANN), a far-right news channel known for peddling baseless – and downright dangerous – conspiracies theories about the pandemic and the 2020 election.

According to OANN founder Robert Herring Sr., the far-right network was originally inspired by AT&T executives, who wanted to monetize a conservative news network. AT&T has also reportedly disbursed roughly $57 million in monthly fees to OANN since 2013 and at one point sought to buy the channel for $250 million. 

Shortly after the report, AT&T said it’s “never had a financial interest in OAN’s success and does not ‘fund’ OAN.” (And we should probably trust AT&T on this point since the company is squeaky clean otherwise.)

5. Howard Schultz uses Holocaust analogy to describe Starbucks’ mission

In November, as Starbucks employees in Buffalo, New York were organizing to hold a historic union vote, management threw out a series of Hail Marys in a bid to squash the effort. One of these counter-offensives came in the form of an appearance from billionaire Howard Schultz, Starbucks’ former chairman, who sallied over to Buffalo to vaguely dissuade pro-union workers from unionizing.

In front of hundreds of baristas, Shultz expressed that Starbucks is “not a perfect company,” saying: “We listen. We learn. We get better together.” Schultz, a Jew, then thought it wise to invoke a Holocaust metaphor by recounting a story once told to him by a rabbi.

Referencing blankets shared by prisoners at Nazi concentration camps, Schultz said, “So much of that story is threaded into what we’ve tried to do at Starbucks – is share our blanket.”

4. Amazon executive claims company is “the Bernie Sanders of employers”

Starbucks isn’t the only company that sufficiently embarrassed itself during a union effort. Back in March, Amazon was also in the midst of waging a comprehensive – and ultimately successful – campaign to defang a union effort led by warehouse workers in Bessemer, Alabama. 

At the time, Sen. Bernie Sanders of Vermont, long a crusader of labor rights, announced that he’d be speaking in Birmingham to offer support for the union drive. But Dave Clark, the CEO of the company’s worldwide consumer vertical, found Sanders’ impending presence a tweetable offense. 

“I welcome @SenSanders to Birmingham and appreciate his push for a progressive workplace. I often say we are the Bernie Sanders of employers,” Clark tweeted, but that’s not quite right because we actually deliver a progressive workplace.”

The very next day, stories of Amazon workers having to pee in bottles to meet efficiency demands began making the rounds online. Amazon immediately denied any reports of this happening, and later apologized for denying them. 

3. ExxonMobil lobbyist caught in Greenpeace “sting” operation

It isn’t often that you get to see a corporate lobbyist caught with their pants down. But this year, thanks to Greenpeace, we saw just that. 

Back in July, Unearthed, an environmental news team run by Greenpeace UK, led an undercover “sting” operation against two Exxon lobbyists to gain better insight into the dark art of oil lobbying. Posing as corporate headhunters, Unearthed ensnared Keith McCoy (a senior director for federal relations at Exxon) and Dan Easley (a former Exxon White House lobbyist), asking them questions about their experiences laundering the company’s interests through the federal government. 

McCoy and Easley soberly remarked on the many ways in which Exxon has effectively shut down meaningful climate action, even describing oil industry trade groups like the American Petroleum Institute as the company’s “whipping boys.”

“Did we join some of these ‘shadow groups’ to work against some of the early efforts [at regulation]? Yes, that’s true,” McCoy said during his interview. “But there’s nothing illegal about that. You know, we were looking out for our shareholders.”

After the report, Exxon CEO Darren Woods claimed that McCoy and Easley’s remarks were  “entirely inconsistent with the way we expect our people to conduct themselves.” (And he’s not entirely wrong; if you’re trying to hide the fact that your business depends on the earth’s destruction, you’d want your lobbyists to be a bit more discreet about it.)

2. Reddit comes to GameStop’s rescue

Back in January of this year, GameStop – a video game retailer that had been struggling financially years before the pandemic – was facing certain death. Major institutional investors on Wall Street, like Melvin Capital, had put down massive short positions on the stock, and so the company’s downfall seemed like a self-fulfilling prophecy. That is until a brigade of Reddit investors entered the picture

Seeing that Wall Street was shorting the company, Reddit users from an amateur retail investing forum known as “r/wallstreetbets” led an offensive against the institutional bigwigs, collectively pouring millions of dollars into GameStop. The effort caused GameStop’s stock to skyrocket by over 2,000%, trapping Melvin in a shortsqueeze. (This means that Melvin was forced to buy GameStop’s stock to cover its losses – a move that caused the stock to rise even more.) 

Things got so chaotic that billionaire investor Leon Cooperman went on CNBC to deliver an unhinged screed about Reddit’s “attack” on wealthy people, saying that “fair share is a bullshit concept. It’s just a way of attacking wealthy people. It’s inappropriate and we all gotta work together and pull together.”

In the end, Melvin lost around 53% of its assets ($4.5 billion) as a result of the affair and had to be bailed out by another asset manager.

1. Facebook changes its name amid a devastating whistleblower scandal

This year, Yahoo Finance selected Facebook as the “Worst Company of the Year” – and for good reason. 

In September, with help of The Wall Street Journal, ex-Facebook employee Frances Haugen began leaking a trove of damning internal documents, which reveal that Facebook is both aware of its harmful impacts on Americans and has done next to nothing to mitigate them. 

Thousands of documents leaked by Haugen show that the company systematically prioritizes profit over combating hate and misinformation, a lapse that directly fomented the Capitol riot, according to The Washington Post and has led to genocidal violence abroad. In an interview with “60 Minutes,” Haugen claimed that Facebook established a program known as Civic Integrity, designed to combat misinformation. However, this program was dissolved ahead of the 2020 election, which she said was a “betrayal of democracy.”

By the end of October, Facebook, facing perhaps more public scrutiny than any company in modern history, changed its name to “Meta” to reflect its sudden interest in developing the Metaverse, a hypothetical 3-D version of the Internet. Coincidence? I think not.

Is trouble ahead for South Africa’s private rhino breeders?

Three hours outside Johannesburg, the gravel road to John Hume’s home slices through grasslands tinged a parched amber hue as the winter dry season fades. The former hotel mogul owns the world’s largest privately held rhino population: 2,000 southern white rhinoceroses, roaming 21,000 acres of former crop and cattle lands. A 60-mile long electrified fence rings the property. Its two-fold role is to keep the pachyderms in and poachers out.

Hume has not lost a rhino to poachers in almost five years, thanks to formidable security. Over the past decade though, state-run parks have been overwhelmed by poachers, who can sell a single rhino horn for six-figure sums. As those wild populations decline, research suggests nearly half of South Africa’s estimated 12,300 white rhinos are now in private hands. With the trend of private breeding growing rapidly, some experts say this number may even have already surpassed 50 percent.

But the fate of Hume’s rhinos — and South Africa’s unusual game privatization experiment — hang in the balance. In December 2020, a government panel recommended phasing out intensive and captive rhino breeding in the country, as part of a broader set of policies for wildlife conservation. According to the panel and a subsequent government policy paper, captive breeding operations like the one owned by Hume are potentially harming the species’ future.

In an email to Undark, the panel’s chair, Pamela Yako, expressed two concerns about intensive breeding and management: “that this, firstly, compromises the genetics of the population and secondly compromises their ability to independently survive in the wild.”

While Yako and her colleagues acknowledge the role of private reserves in helping to build up rhino populations, they conclude it’s time to move the more intensively managed private populations back into wilder habitats.

The panel’s report has been accepted by the South African cabinet, signaling top-level political support. After a public comment period, the Department of Forestry, Fisheries, and the Environment will refine the policy, then draft a white paper to send to Parliament.

But the prospect of losing their herds has alarmed many private rhino owners and conservationists, who say the policy will make southern white rhinos more vulnerable to poaching. “We have rhino in well-protected zones,” said Pelham Jones, chairman of the Private Rhino Owners Association, or PROA. Now, he added, “the government is recommending that these captive breeding operations, which have proven to be highly, highly successful, and are achieving the best breeding outcome one could hope for, are to be shut down.” The group is considering all options, including a legal challenge that would potentially ensnare the process in years of legal wrangling.

At stake here are questions about how best to preserve a threatened species. The politics are fraught as well, and charged by South Africa’s racial tensions: Proponents of the new policy point out that the country’s Black majority has often been excluded from the benefits of rebounding game populations. By PROA’s own estimates, there are between 150 and 180 private rhino owners in South Africa; nearly all of them are White.

None of them has an operation as large as Hume’s, whose herd may account for up to 13 percent of the global population of white rhinos. His ranch also appears to be a prime target of the new legislation. In her email, Yako expressed concerns about “a single operation that has a large number of rhino under intensive management and breeding” — seemingly a reference to Hume, although Eleanor Momberg, a spokesperson for the Department of Forestry, Fisheries and the Environment, wrote in an email to Undark that Yako and other panelists were no longer available for further comment because their contracts had expired.

The new policy could eventually undermine the legal basis for Hume’s breeding project, leaving the herd in limbo. It’s unclear who would take over Hume’s herd — and how a South African state balancing intense fiscal pressures with massive social needs would pay for a mass rhino relocation.

Sitting in his modest home office, which is adorned with rhino pictures and carvings, Hume maintained he is adding to an endangered species’ numbers. “Surely that’s what we all want,” he told Undark. “Show me the good grazing, and assure me that you can keep the bullets away, and I will show you my rhinos thriving.”

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Africa is home to two of the five surviving rhinoceros species: the larger white rhino, a grass grazer, and the smaller black rhino, which browses on trees and bushes. In the late 19th century, European settlers killed thousands of the animals. Every southern white rhino today is descended from a single population in South Africa’s KwaZulu-Natal province. In the 1890s, the animals reached their low point, numbering just a few dozen.

From this bastion — now called the Hluhluwe-Imfolozi Park — the population rebounded. By the 1960s, flush with rhinos, a government organization called the Natal Parks Board began selling and donating animals to other African reserves, and to zoos around the world. In 1986, Natal Parks Board started selling to private operations, too. Five years later, the South African government passed the Game Theft Act, which allows people to own rhinos and other game on their property, provided it has been enclosed with fencing.

The law has critics. In a 2015 dissertation, scholar Dhoya Snijders described the act as “one of the largest and most unnoticed transfers of common goods to private landowners in the country’s history.”

Thanks to the new legislation, game ranchers began to rapidly accumulate rhinos to breed and trade for profit, to draw ecotourists, and to stage expensive hunts. Nowadays, most owners also slice off the animals’ horns and store them, in the event that a now 44-year-old global moratorium on the rhino horn trade is lifted. These owners argue that trading rhino horn may help regulate its illicit traffic and would provide substantial revenue to cover the large costs associated with managing and conservation of the species, said Jones. Comprised of keratin — the substance in human fingernails — rhino horn can grow back after it is trimmed, an operation that entails tranquilizing the animal. De-horning is also aimed at thwarting poachers by removing their ultimate target.

By 2010, there were 18,800 white rhinos in South Africa, according to estimates from the International Union for Conservation of Nature, of which at least 5,500 were privately owned.

But as demand for rhino horn grew in newly-affluent Asian economies such as Vietnam — where consumers prize its alleged medicinal properties — poaching surged. A record 1,215 rhinos were poached in South Africa in 2014.

Although numbers have dropped since then, poachers still take hundreds of animals per year. The activity has centered on Kruger National Park, South Africa’s flagship wildlife reserve. The park is vast — roughly the size of New Jersey — making it difficult for the cash-strapped government to police. And entrenched poverty in neighboring communities has pushed some people toward poaching.

Today, as state losses mount, poachers are increasingly targeting private reserves. Government data shows 15 percent of rhinos poached in 2019 were on private land. In the first six months of 2021, that spiked to 30 percent. Owners who can afford it invest heavily in security. Meanwhile, many small-scale rhino ranchers have sold out because of costs.

At least so far, the scale of Hume’s operation — and his deep pockets — have fended off poachers. At Hume’s “Ops Center,” 10 TV screens line one wall. Radars and thermal cameras monitor the property, covering the rhinos’ range and the public roads that cut past the ranch. The flat, grassy terrain is ideal for the motion-detecting radars, which cannot penetrate solid objects such trees or buildings. If an intruder gets over the electrified fence, concealed speakers blare warnings while a team rushes to intercept.

“We are always ready, and we can fly a chopper to the scene quickly if we need to,” said Brandon Jones, a helicopter pilot and Hume’s head of security, with a handgun holstered to his hip. The team’s arsenal includes assault rifles; the poachers are also heavily armed. Hume, who refers to the team as his “private army,” said security costs him $2 million per year.

The investment seems to be working. While poachers killed 32 of Hume’s rhinos between 2007 and 2017, he says he has not lost an animal since. More of his rhinos have been killed by lighting strikes.

According to Hume, the operation has accumulated nearly 9 tons of rhino horn, worth a nine-figure sum on the black market. But, he said, his passion for rhinos was driven by the species’ plight in the cross-hairs of poachers, not potential profits. “I always liked breeding,” he said. “I became aware in the early ’90s of the slaughter of rhino elsewhere in Africa. They were being slaughtered to extinction.” Around that time, he purchased his first 10 animals.

Today, driving around the property, it’s possible to see clumps of rhinos amid the windswept landscape of long wild grass, punctuated by the occasional tree. Other times, there are no signs of the big critters at all, beyond their telltale scat in the soil.

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Inside this gated fortress, the number of rhinos on Hume’s ranch has swelled: Between 2008, when he started breeding at his current ranch, and September 2021, Hume’s rhinos had given birth to some 1,690 calves. But whether that growth is an unmitigated good for rhino conservation, or a liability for the future of the species, remains contested.

Yako and other critics of captive breeding have raised concerns that the closely managed life on the ranch could give rise to domestication, a fate that historically has not occurred in any large African mammal, or render the rhino unsuitable for rewilding.

Hume’s rhinos are divided into breeding areas surrounded by electric fencing averaging 1,200 acres. The animals roam, graze, and mate freely in their allotted spaces. But they are intensely monitored, and each enclosure or camp has a ranger who does a daily headcount, often on horseback. Still, Michelle Otto, Hume’s resident and full-time veterinarian, said the animals are far from domesticated. “We are only on our second generation now,” she said, as she prepared medicine for an old cow rhino with hip problems. “I’ve been chased into a tree by a white rhino here because I went in on foot, and one didn’t take a liking to me, and she stormed me.”

Otto said the animals can be habituated to certain vehicles — but, she noted, even wild Kruger rhinos are now accustomed to cars. The ranch does supplemental feeding, mostly in the dry winter months, which Otto said was at most 40 percent of the rhinos’ daily intake. “The rest they take off the veld,” she said.

Some of Hume’s rhinos have already been successfully reintroduced into the wild. Hume sold his last 16 black rhinos — famed for their ornery temperament — to the small kingdom of Eswatini, which borders South Africa. “This group of rhinos has been suitable for introduction, save for one young male which was hand-raised,” wrote Mick Reilly, conservation and security executive with Eswatini’s parks, in an email.

“Hume’s white rhinos as a whole would be suitable for re-introduction into the wild,” added Reilly, who has visited the ranch.

Yako and others have also expressed concerns about the genetic diversity of rhinos in captive breeding populations. Even in the wild, rhino genetics pose serious issues: A century ago, when population numbers were so low, the bottleneck reduced the genetic variability of the species. According to Petra Kretzschmar, a biologist and rhino expert at the Leibniz Institute for Zoo and Wildlife Research in Germany, this state of affairs made the species vulnerable to disease and fertility problems.

Compounding the issue, rhinos tend to mate with their relatives. “Inbreeding is unfortunately a big threat to the white rhino population,” Kretzschmar wrote in an email. “It is therefore very important to prevent rhinos from inbreeding.”

In a 2020 study of rhino breeding patterns on a large private ranch in South Africa’s northern Limpopo province, Kretzschmar and several colleagues found that white rhinos are not choosy about mating with kin. The study, published in the journal Evolutionary Applications, found “no sign of inbreeding avoidance: Females tended to mate more frequently with closely related males.”

The researchers recommended rotating breeding bulls every six years — the time it takes a female to reach sexual maturity — between reserves.

Kretzschmar, who has visited Hume’s ranch, said policies there do effectively address the issue. Otto keeps detailed records in a stud book to prevent inbreeding. Compared to the private reserve where her study was conducted, Kretzschmar said in a phone interview, Otto “has the benefit that the rhinos can be monitored much better,” as they are put into a smaller spaces that can be more readily observed.

“So her records are much more accurate, which results in the fact that she knows exactly who has fathered whom and can immediately move an animal to a different camp to prevent inbreeding,” said Kretzschmar.

In the paper, Kretzschmar — who also does paid consulting for a private game ranch — and her co-authors said South Africa’s private reserves may be the last refuge for the species.

Still, Hume’s approach has critics.

“In John Hume’s case, there is control over the breeding,” said Dave Balfour, an ecologist and member of the IUCN African Rhino Specialist Group who contributed to the government report arguing for reimagining rhino conservation in the region. He says these breeding strategies “are not anywhere near the gold standard.”

“A natural rhino population has 50/50 male/female” Balfour said, adding that Hume’s project had somewhere between 50 cows to three or four bulls. “That is not a natural mating selection system.” (In a WhatsApp message, Otto defended the ranch’s arrangement. “We are a breeding operation, therefore we are skewed towards having higher female densities in a set location than in the wild,” she wrote, adding that females are permitted to choose among two or three bulls.)

Other critics have concerns about the stockpiling of rhino horn, detecting a profit motive beneath a facade of conservation. “Are you trying to mask an economic incentive behind a conservation philosophy?” asked Neil Greenwood, the Southern African director for the International Fund for Animal Welfare, an NGO. “I don’t think that the captive breeding is necessarily the most effective way to protect those animals.”

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At issue are larger questions about the future of wildlife in South Africa, where populations of large, charismatic animals have rebounded. Many are in private hands: Today, according to the government report, there are 9,000 private game ranches in South Africa, comprising around 50 million acres.

The growth of private game reserves has raised some concerns about equity. South Africa is the most unequal society in the world, according to the World Bank, and land ownership patterns remain skewed in favor of the White minority.

According to the government policy paper, many communities with historical ties to wildlife lands have been walled out of the present conservation arrangement. “The forceful removal of people from the land led to the current South African ‘Wildlife Model,’ the report says, “where the largest percentage of wildlife land is owned by the White minority and by the state, with few wildlife resources on community lands.”

Critics note that these conservation disputes are unfolding amid persistent government failures to enact land reforms. “The disparities in ownership in the wildlife industry somewhat reflects what we see in other sub-sectors of agriculture, where participation of Black farmers remains marginal,” said Wandile Sihlobo, the chief economist at the Agricultural Business Chamber of South Africa and author of a recent book on land reform in the country.

As part of its vision, the government panel calls for the removal of fences separating many conservation areas. The report envisions “an authentic wild sense of place” with “larger contiguous areas containing vibrant self-sustaining populations” of elephants, buffalos, lions, leopards, rhinos, and other species.

That’s far from the present reality: In South Africa all megafauna except leopards are contained in fenced areas of some kind. And the government panel’s broader vision of wildness has elicited some skepticism from conservationists — and private rhino owners. In a written submission raising objections to the new policy, PROA argues that “human beings in South Africa and across the world simply do not have the luxury of a utopian concept of wild animals roaming across millions of hectares of unfenced, uninhabited, and human-free plains.”

In an email, Momberg wrote that Barbara Creecy, minister of Forestry, Fisheries, and the Environment, preferred not to comment, explaining that officials are still reviewing public responses to the proposal.

For now, Hume’s rhino breeding operation is continuing to grow. On a recent morning, Otto and other Hume employees prepared to dehorn 19 bulls — a brisk, clinical undertaking.

While the rhinos may live carefully managed lives on a ranch, they remain dangerous. Aiming a rifle-like tranquillizer gun out the window of her Toyota Landcruiser, Otto shot a dart into each rhino, generally from around 50 yards. As the rhino wobbled, a member of the up to 15-person crew pulled a blindfold over its eyes, while several men ran in to keep the animal upright. Once the rhino was lying on its chest, one of the ranch’s managers used a hand-held electric saw to do the trimming.

“We are cutting above the growth plate,” Otto said as the saw sliced through the horn of a 2-ton bull. “The section they are trimming is excess horn that contains no blood vessels or nerves.”

When the trimming was complete, Otto injected the rhino with an antidote to the tranquilizer.

“You don’t want to be next to him when he wakes up,” she cautioned. The situation was unnatural, but a rhino is a rhino.

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Ed Stoddard is a Johannesburg-based journalist with a focus on resource industries, wildlife, economics, and the environment in Africa. A Reuters correspondent for 24 years, he is now a regular contributor to the South African news site The Daily Maverick.

This article was originally published on Undark. Read the original article.

Best of 2021: We were American Girls: What Addy taught me about Black hair, freedom and myself

Addy Walker wasn’t my first Black doll, but she was my last.

First, there were my brown Cabbage Patch dolls with black yarn hair, pinched faces and plush bodies that smelled like baby powder.

Then Barbie, Skipper and the rest of the gang lured me away. I kept a couple dozen of them in a red duffel bag. Two chocolate bodies stood out in the knot of tangled hair and naked limbs — a Black Barbie and a Black Ken.

My toy collection got a little more “ethnic” with Kenya’s arrival. I brought home this Afro-centric doll sometime after “Malcolm X” hit theaters and during the reign of “In Living Color,” “Living Single” and “Martin” on TV. With Kenya, you could select one of three skin tones — light, medium, or dark. I chose the caramel doll with light eyes that was right in the middle of Blackness, even though my skin was browner and my eyes were darker.

Then I met Addy — not in a toy store, but a library.

I was about nine years old. I ached for Black heroes, real and imaginary, to prove that my experience was not a unique one, that I was not alone in a world in which I was darker than many of my peers. I was old enough to know that being Black meant being different, but too young to understand how my race would impact every aspect of my life. I was sheltered in the working class, mostly white, and Catholic city called Shively within Louisville, Kentucky. My family moved there when I was four. At the time, we were one of three or so Black families on my block. Over the next 30 years, Shively would become one of the neighborhoods in Louisville with the largest concentration of Black people. But in my childhood, I stood out like a spork in a cutlery drawer.

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The Shively-Newman branch of the Louisville Free Public Library was one of my safe spaces. Mommy took me there about once every other weekend. After we slid the books we had read into the return slot, we split: Mommy to the room with the adult fiction, me to the left and down the steps to the children’s area. This is where Addy Walker lived.

Addy was a character in the American Girls book series, a collection of stories about fictional girls who lived during significant moments in American history. A former teacher came up with the concept 35 years ago, and began with the stories of three girls. By the time I was in elementary school, there were five American Girls, as described by the publishers at the beginning of each book: “Felicity, a spunky, spritely colonial girl”; “Kirsten, a pioneer girl of strength and spirit”; “Samantha, a bright Victorian beauty”; “Molly, who schemes and dreams on the home front during World War Two.” I was drawn to Addy, “a courageous girl determined to be free in the midst of the Civil War.” She was the only Black American Girl.

Each girl had six books in her collection, their names interchangeable in the titles. Unlike the tales of her white series sisters, Addy’s story was steeped in tragedy. She was a slave when I met her, a piece of property that belonged to Master Stephens, a white man illustrated with a thick mustache and grimace at the beginning of “Meet Addy.” The other American Girls had their hardships. And every girl was in a struggle to find herself and become an independent young woman apart from the people who raised her. But the white American Girls’ fights for freedom were figurative; Addy’s fight was literal. Addy was enslaved, only three-fifths an American Girl.

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In “Meet Addy,” I saw this young girl with a face like mine pluck worms from tobacco leaves, feel the fire from the crack of a whip across her back, and cry out when her father and her brother were sold to a different plantation. I was in the small cabin with Addy when her mother told her that the two of them would run for freedom with the hope of reuniting with her father and brother. For pages and pages, I was with Addy as she and Momma, dressed in men’s clothes to keep the hound dogs off their scent, slept during the day and followed train tracks at night toward the house that they prayed was indeed a stop on the Underground Railroad. I held my breath when they had to cross a rushing river and it almost swept Momma away. I didn’t get to see Addy arrive at freedom in “Meet Addy”; when the book ends, she’s hidden on a wagon to be smuggled onto a ship bound for Philadelphia. For Addy’s adventures to begin, she had to risk her life for a chance at freedom, stakes that Felicity, Kirsten, Samantha and Molly would never understand. Without her tragedy, Addy wouldn’t have even been an American Girl.

“Meet Addy” was bold in its depiction of chattel slavery. Yet Addy smiled on the cover beneath her straw bonnet, her head turned toward me. I could see that she was a survivor. But the book and the rest of the series put Addy’s struggles in a distant past that I was too young to connect to the present. I couldn’t see the throughline of Addy’s escape to freedom and the struggles that I would wade through for the rest of my life.

The merchandising that accompanied the books was just as American as the girls. Not only could I read the books, but I could also buy a doll in the likeness of my favorite character, plus the accessories and outfits that corresponded with each story in her series. A thick, square American Girl catalog found its way to our mailbox one day when I was in fourth grade. It displayed the girls and their corresponding merchandise in chronological order, which put Addy right in the middle, her picture divided by staples and the thick, white order form. Addy, like the other girls, was displayed horizontally like a centerfold so her body filled up two pages. The Addy Walker doll was literature made palpable. And it would cost $115 to get her home. Barbie dolls only required an upfront investment of about fifteen bucks. A Cabbage Patch was a little more. But $115? That was asking a lot from Mommy. Even though my parents were in a relationship and worked together, they lived separately — me, Mommy, my older half-brother Timmy and my uncle Bobby in the ranch-style home in Shively; Daddy in a one-bedroom bachelor pad with velvet paintings and mirrors on every wall. The arrangement left Mommy as the head of the household. Major decisions like $100-plus purchases went through her.

I realized that money didn’t come easy. It came from Mommy being on her feet doing hair well into the evening, five days a week. She never talked to me much about money or the lack thereof.

“It’s your job to be a kid,” she said.


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But I knew not to disturb her on Sunday evenings when she gathered her spiral notebook, checkbook and stacks of twenties from her customers. Her quick additions and subtractions filled the lined pages at all angles. I couldn’t understand what the numbers meant, and I was too afraid to ask.

I went for a subtle approach to get Addy — I studied the American Girl catalog like homework whenever we were both at the kitchen table. Eventually, she caught on.

“I know you want Addy, but we’ll have to save up to get her,” she said.

Mommy offered me a deal — she would put aside the money she made from tips and $5 eyebrow arches so I could order Addy. I agreed, and she got to work.

It took a whole summer to collect $115.

Mommy kept her tips and eyebrow arch money in a white security envelope, the same kind in which she tucked bill payments.

“How are we doing?” I asked every week when she tallied the numbers.

“Almost,” Mommy said.

One Sunday, Mommy removed all of the bills from the envelope. I watched as she counted and sorted fives and ones into neat piles in front of her.

She smiled.

“We’ve got enough,” Mommy said.

One day, Mommy and I pulled into our driveway. Uncle Bobby stood on the front porch and leaned over the white metal railing. I could hear him from inside the car.

“She’s here! She’s here!”

Addy was dressed in the same clothes she had worn at the end of “Meet Addy” when a member of the Underground Railroad named Miss Caroline helped deliver Addy and Momma to Philadelphia: a pale pink dress with wiggly white stripes and white buttons that “was prettier than any she had imagined when she dreamed about freedom”; white bloomers, and a straw bonnet with a navy ribbon that tied under her chin. I held a hero in my hands, and she was as beautiful as I imagined her to be.

I removed her straw bonnet so I could see her hair.

Mommy raised her eyebrows.

“Addy could use a relaxer,” she said.

Addy had nappy hair. Wefts of coarse, black hair covered her head. When I undid her braid, the roughness of the strands amazed me. It would need special attention, according to the booklet tucked into her box. I could only use a small, wire wig brush on her hair, and I had to use my fingers to work out any knots.

I had never felt hair like that on a doll. I had never felt hair like that on my own head.

The Black dolls I loved before Addy Walker had straight hair like mine. It wasn’t the hair with which I was born – it was the hair my mother gave me. It was the same hair that she and my father gave their clients at their hair salon. Every six weeks, Mommy straightened my hair with relaxer, a chemical concoction that feels like cold pudding and smells like a science experiment.

With such a regular schedule, my roots didn’t have the chance to grow more than a quarter inch or so in between relaxer touch ups. The suggestion of rough, coarse hair that appeared closer to the end of the six-week mark was the only hint of how similar my real hair could be to Addy’s.

To love Addy’s hair, I’d also have to love my own natural texture. But I didn’t know how.

Addy’s hair tangled easily. Her strands would be knotted when I picked her up from the corner of my daybed, no matter how gently I handled her. With the wire brush, I heard pops of hair break off and see it wind into the brush’s bristles. I’d never had a doll with nappy hair. Neither had Mommy. We didn’t know what to do except to keep brushing when there were knots and try to leave her alone as much as possible. I couldn’t. Within months, Addy had bald spots on her tiny head from all the hair I’d broken off. I could see bare brown plastic and tracks where the kinky doll hair should’ve been.  I saw in Addy what my mother must have seen in my own curls — a nuisance.

Mommy took me to an American Girl meetup at a bookstore in our end of town. I was one of the only Black girls there, and the only one with Addy. The other little girls probably didn’t have to worry about their dolls’ hair. They could go on adventures and be brave and take chances, just like the white American Girls in the books. For the first time, I was ashamed that Addy was so different from the other girls. Unlike the Cabbage Patch dolls and Barbie dolls and Kenya dolls, she couldn’t fit in with the white dolls. And if she couldn’t fit in, neither did I. It didn’t matter that my own hair was just as straight as the girls drinking juice and eating dry cookies beneath the dull, flickering fluorescent lights. When you took away the relaxer, I was Addy — a nappy-headed Black girl who descended from slaves, carrying the weight of the ancestors’ deferred dreams on shoulders too small for such a burden.

The same year Addy arrived, the maker of American Girl dolls released a line of contemporary dolls. Instead of choosing between five historical figures, you could personalize one of the “American Girls of Today” to look just like you — or the idea you had formed about who you thought you were. Everything could be adapted to your tastes — the girl’s skin tone, eye color, hair texture.

I wanted another doll.

I wanted a straight-haired girl.

I wanted another chance.

I couldn’t tell Mommy, though. Not after a summer’s worth of eyebrow arches. Yet she let me order some of the modern American Girls of Today clothes for Addy, a compromise she must have known I needed. I couldn’t straighten Addy’s hair, but I could change her clothes. So a few weeks later, I slipped Addy out of that pink dress, bloomers, and bonnet. I replaced them with blue jeans, a purple varsity jacket that looked like the ones worn by the football players in the Sweet Valley High books, and a little pair of black Chucks. I pulled Addy’s hair back into a braid and placed a baseball cap on her head to hide the bald spots.

For the first time since Addy arrived at my house, she didn’t look like the book character I had grown to love and admire. I still carried Addy’s story of bondage and freedom from the pages into my heart. I knew she could never be an American Girl of Today, something I wanted so desperately for both of us. If she looked like she was in a costume when I put her in modern clothes, was I also wearing a costume by keeping my hair unnaturally straight? Would I, like Addy, never fit in?

I did what kids do when something’s too hard: I put Addy away to play with something else. When she first came home, Addy rested amongst a huddle of stuffed animals in the corner of my white wrought-iron daybed. A couple of years later, when I was about to begin middle school, I placed her on the first shelf of my closet. She joined the milk crate of Berenstain Bears and Little Critter hardbacks. Addy watched as I filled the closet with polo shirts and khakis required at my middle school. She saw me cut out pictures of boy band members and celebrities from the latest Seventeen and YM magazines and tape them on the back of my bedroom door, which stayed closed more and more with each passing year. She watched me forget about her.

I kept Addy in the closet for about 25 years. Addy became the only sign that a little girl had ever lived in my bedroom. Once I had gotten settled into a career after college, Mommy put a couple of coats of eggshell over the robin’s egg blue walls, added a full bed, hung some pictures, and called it a “guest room.” Then, Daddy moved in and turned the guest room into a dressing area.

By the end of my twenties, my husband, my straight hair and I had moved on up to a two-story house not too far from Shively. By the middle of my thirties, the husband, the house and the relaxer were memories, and I was making a new life in my own home. Maybe all that change inspired Mommy, who decided to reclaim her guest room and began clearing out the closet.

“Do you want your Addy Walker doll and all her stuff?” she asked me one day.

It was time to take my girl home.

Mommy gave Addy back to me one Sunday after our weekly family dinner. Addy’s clothes were still folded inside tiny cardboard boxes that were crowded inside a gift bag that was at least as old as the doll. Addy still wore the modern outfit from my attempt at her assimilation. I brought her home in a canvas tote that I hugged against my torso. As my dogs chased one another from the living room to the bedroom, I examined Addy with the wonder I had when I first took her out of the box all those years ago. I saw myself in her nappy hair. And I was happy.

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Get cozy with these decadent hot cocoa cookies, complete with mini-marshmallows and chocolate chunks

I make most of my coffee at home these days, but there is something undeniably cozy about popping into a coffee shop on a cool winter afternoon and ordering something seasonal, like a peppermint mocha or a hot cocoa — both preferably with an absurd amount of whipped cream. 

But there’s something even cozier about taking inspiration from those beverages and whipping them into holiday cookies. The flavors of chocolate and coffee go together beautifully, and special bits like miniature marshmallows and crushed peppermint pieces add a nice whimsical touch. 

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The base for this recipe is actually hot cocoa mix, which you can find in packets or jars at most super markets this time of year. The cookies get some added depth of flavor from brown sugar and a touch of espresso powder. 

Be sure to let the dough chill for at least 30 minutes (though you can chill it for up to 24 hours, which is great for working ahead) before adding the miniature marshmallows, chocolate chips and, if you’re using them, peppermint pieces. This allows the cookies to bake more evenly. 

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RECIPE: Hot cocoa cookies with miniature marshmallows
Makes 36 cookies 

Ingredients 

  • 1 cup butter, softened
  • 1 ⅔ cups brown sugar
  • 1 tablespoon espresso powder
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 3 ¼  cups all purpose flour
  • ¾ cup hot cocoa mix
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1 cup dark chocolate chips or chunks 
  • 1 cup miniature marshmallows 
  • Optional: 2 tablespoons of crushed candy canes 

Directions 

1. In a large bowl, combine the butter, brown sugar, eggs and vanilla and, using a hand mixer or large whisk, beat until completely combined. 

2. Add in the flour, espresso powder, hot cocoa mix, salt, baking soda and baking powder. Mix until a cohesive dough forms. 

3. Cover the bowl with plastic or a large dish towel and allow it to refrigerate for about a half hour. Remove and add the chocolate chips, miniature marshmallows and, if you’re using them, peppermint pieces to the dough. 

4. Using an ice cream scoop or large tablespoon, place uniform balls of dough two inches apart on a parchment lined baking sheet. 

5. Bake in a 350-degree oven for 10 minutes or until the edges are just beginning to brown. Remove from the oven and allow the cookies to rest on the baking sheet for five minutes before transferring to a wire cooling rack. 

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Stollen: the ultimate German Christmas bread

It’s December, which means the holidays are nigh! Today, we’re celebrating with stollen — a traditional German Christmas bread, also known as Christstollen and Weihnachtsstollen (fun fact: Weihnachten means “Christmas” in German). Studded with nuts and dried fruits then dusted with a generous coating of icing sugar, German stollen is a delicious way to celebrate these cold-weather months, especially when guests are coming in and out of your home. Here’s how to make it.

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Christmas is a time of elaborate fruit-and-booze-laden breads, puddings, and cakes. It is the time of airy panettone and fruitcake and brandy-soaked puddings lit on fire. It is also the time of stollen, a traditional German Christmas treat of yeasted bread stuffed to the gills with brandy-soaked fruit and marzipan, then coated with a shell of powdered sugar.

Stollen is supposed to resemble the baby Jesus asleep in the manger, but looks more like an oblong white puck. But don’t let appearances deceive you — beneath the slightly lackluster exterior (no offense to the baby Jesus) is a booze-soaked jumble of dried fruit and citrus zests held together with moist, yeasted dough. And the best part: a central vein of marzipan runs down the middle, keeping the loaf moist and imbuing each bite with a nutty almond flavor. Basically, stollen is all the cozy holiday feelings you’ve ever had (sitting in front of a fire, opening gifts, listening to carols, watching Elf, etc.) combined in one very festive bread.

What’s in stollen?

Our recipe for stollen calls for a bevy of dried and candied fruits: flame raisins (the red kind), golden raisins, currants, dried cherries, candied orange peel, lemon zest, lemon juice, orange zest, and orange juice.

And then there’s the booze, which any good Christmas dessert, especially a German one, should have. You don’t need much (just three tablespoons in our stollen recipe) but it’s the effective combination of white rum and brandy that you’ll want to imbibe in.

There’s a quartet of dried warming spices: cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and nutmeg, as well as vanilla extract, almond paste, and slivered almonds.

Not to scare you, but that’s just for the filling. We never said making stollen would be easy (if this is the first time you’re learning this, news flash: Stollen is not easy nor cheap to make).

The bread is a yeasted sponge dough made with the usual suspects of instant yeast, sugar, whole milk, all-purpose flour, an egg, a little more vanilla extract, butter, and a little more alcohol.

Arguably the most important part of stollen is what distinguishes it from other Christmas breads and cakes that linger during the holiday season: confectioners’ sugar. It is applied during the very end of the baking process, just before serving. Once the stollen comes out of the oven, it is brushed with more brandy and white rum, which absorbs into the cake like a boozy simple syrup. And then you dust, dust, dust confectioners sugar generously over the stollen and let it sit, allowing the sugar to form a thick white coating that looks like an avalanche of freshly fallen snow.

How to make stollen

I’m not going to sugar-coat it for you — stollen is a slightly complicated bread to make, requiring a hefty ingredient list and several steps. However, if you read the recipe thoroughly beforehand, stick to the instructions, and allow yourself plenty of time, you’ll be golden.

The bread takes roughly 48 hours to make, though most of the time is hands-off: The dried fruit mixture needs to soak in a bath of brandy and rum, the dough requires several rounds of rising, and the marzipan filling has to chill. Plus, the finished product requires a 24-hour rest before eating so that the bread has ample time to absorb the moisture from its fillings and allow the flavors to meld.

However, once this rest is over, the stollen will keep for up to three weeks, thanks to the shell of powdered sugar keeping it moist — just wrap it tightly in plastic wrap and store it at room temperature. Bonus: This quirk makes stollen the ideal make-ahead treat for all your holiday gifting, breakfasting, and last-minute company needs. Here’s how to make the ultimate Christmas bread at home (ready your rum and brandy):

Stollen recipe

  • The day before you want to make your bread, mix up the filling. Combine dried fruit, toasted almonds, citrus zest and juice, and booze (typically rum or brandy, or both!) in a medium bowl and refrigerate overnight. Feel free to sub in different dried fruits to suit your preference, or switch up the soaking liquor. If you want to go alcohol-free, replace the booze with hot water. You can also whip up the almond filling and spice mix a day in advance.
  • An hour or so before making your bread, combine yeast, sugar, warm milk, and flour to make a sponge. Cover and let it ferment for around one hour at room temperature.
  • Now it’s time to start the bread! In a large bowl (or stand mixer), using a wooden spoon, mix milk, egg, vanilla, and sugar. Tear the fermented sponge into pieces and stir them into the egg mixture. The dough will not be homogeneous at all at this point — don’t fret. Add the flour and spice mix and mix until the dough is a shaggy mass.
  • Turn the dough out onto a clean, unfloured surface and knead for a few minutes until it comes together. It may be sticky at first, and you may be tempted to add flour, but resist the urge! (OK, a little dusting is fine.) Add the soft butter bit by bit while kneading until all the butter is incorporated. (I found this hard to do by hand, so I used a dough hook in a stand mixer to add the butter.) The dough will be sticky, so feel free to tame it with a scraper if needed. At the end of the kneading, the dough will feel buttery and will have developed some integrity. 
  • Let the dough rest on the work surface for a few minutes, then pat it into a flat disk. Add the fruit-and-nut filling and enclose both of them in the dough. Knead the dough until the fruit mixture is evenly distributed throughout the dough. Be patient: if some fruit or nuts fall out, add them back in and keep kneading. Place the dough in a lightly oiled bowl, cover, and let ferment.
  • Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured work surface and divide into two equal pieces. Shape each piece into a cylinder, press down to flatten, and then create a trough down the middle. Pat the chilled almond filling evenly down the divot. You can either roll the almond filling into a cylinder for a neater presentation or just add in with your fingers like I did. Fold the dough over the marzipan filling, pinch the sides to seal, and let it rest for 30 minutes. Repeat with the remaining half of the dough.
  • Form each loaf into a football shape, ensuring the filling is neatly encased in the middle. Make the shape as tight as you can, and make sure any pinched seals are tucked under the loaf.
  • Now it’s time to make the traditional stollen shape. Using a lightly floured dowel rod or wooden spoon handle, press down on each loaf 2 inches from the edge, from one end to the other, and repeat on the other side. This creates a clean indentation on both sides of the football shape and a concentration of dough in the center. Make the indentations pretty deep, as they will fill in during baking. Repeat on the second loaf.
  • Place stollen on a parchment-lined baking pan. Combine the melted butter, rum, and brandy and brush the dough with it. Cover the loaves lightly with plastic wrap and proof for one hour, while preheating the oven to 350°F. Uncover the loaves, brush them once more with the butter mixture, and bake for 30 to 40 minutes, or until nicely browned and cooked through.
  • Remove the stollen from the oven and poke all over with a fork or skewer. While still warm, brush the loaves with the rum butter once again. Finally, dust heavily with powdered sugar until you have a thick, white coating. 
  • Let loaves cool fully then wrap them tightly in plastic wrap and store at room temperature. It will be hard, but be sure to let them sit for at least 24 hours before eating so the flavors can develop. Good news: they’ll only improve for the next two to three weeks, so make them now for Christmas breakfastsholiday gift exchanges, and late-night snacks.

(That is, if you can manage to keep them around for that long.)

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Recipe: Stollen

Makes: 2 loaves

Ingredients:

Filling

  • 1/3 cup flame raisins (40g)
  • 2/3 cup golden raisins (80g)
  • 2/3 cup currants (80g)
  • 1/2 cup dried cherries, chopped (80g)
  • 2 tablespoons candied orange peel (30g)
  • 1 1/2 tablespoons lemon zest
  • 1 tablespoon lemon juice
  • 1 1/2 tablespoons orange zest
  • 1 tablespoon orange juice
  • 2 tablespoons white rum
  • 1 tablespoon brandy
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1/2 cup toasted slivered almonds
  • 5 tablespoons almond paste
  • 1 tablespoon unsalted butter, softened
  • 1 tablespoon sugar
  • 2 tablespoons bread crumbs (I used panko)
  • 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 1/8 teaspoon cardamom
  • 1/8 teaspoon nutmeg

Sponge and dough

  • 1 tablespoon instant yeast (8g)
  • 2 tablespoons granulated sugar (20g)
  • 1/4 cup 
    1 tablespoon whole milk (80g)
  • 3/4 cup 
    2 tablespoon all-purpose flour (I like King Arthur) (125g)
  • 3 tablespoons whole milk (45g)
  • 1 egg
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 tablespoon granulated sugar (20g)
  • 1 2/3 cups all-purpose flour (240g)
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 cup 
    3 tablespoon unsalted butter at room temperature (150g)
  • 1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted (60g)
  • 2 tablespoons white rum
  • 1 tablespoon brandy
  • Powdered sugar

Directions

  1. Mix the Filling: Combine the flame raisins, golden raisins, currants, cherries, orange peel, lemon zest and juice, orange zest and juice, vanilla, rum and brandy in a medium bowl or tupperware. Cover and refrigerate overnight. 
  2. Make the Sponge: In a medium bowl, combine the yeast, sugar, and milk. Mix to combine. Add the flour and mix with a wooden spoon until the mixture is well combined. Cover and ferment for 1 hour at room temperature. 
  3. Mix the Filling: Combine almond paste, sugar, butter, and breadcrumbs in a small bowl with a fork or whisk. Cover and keep in the refrigerator until needed. 
  4. Make the Spice Mix: Combine cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and nutmeg in a small bowl. Set aside. 
  5. Make the Dough: Heat milk in a saucepan or microwave until just warm to the touch. In a large bowl, using a wooden spoon, mix the milk, egg, and vanilla. Add the sugar and stir well. (You could also do this in a stand mixer fitted with a dough hook.)
  6. Tear the sponge into 2-in [5-cm] pieces and combine with the egg mixture. It will not be homogeneous at this point. Add half of the flour and the spice mixture and stir with the spoon until a thick batter forms. Add the remaining flour and the salt. Mix until the dough is a shaggy mass.
  7. Turn the dough out onto a clean, unfloured surface and knead for 3 minutes. It may be sticky at first, and you may be tempted to add flour, but don’t!
  8. Add the soft butter bit by bit while kneading until all the butter is incorporated. (I found this hard to do by hand, so I used a dough hook in a stand mixer to add the butter.) This will take several minutes of kneading. The dough will be sticky, use a scraper if needed. At the end of the kneading, the dough will feel buttery and will have developed some integrity. 
  9. Let the dough rest on the work surface for 5 minutes. Pat the dough into a flat disk. Add the fruit filling and toasted almonds and enclose them in the dough. Knead the dough until the fruit mixture is evenly distributed throughout the dough. Be patient: if some fruit or nuts fall out, add them back in and keep kneading. Place the dough in a lightly oiled bowl, cover, and let ferment for 1 hour. 
  10. Shape and Bake the Stollen: Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured work surface and divide into two equal pieces. Shape each piece into a cylinder about 9 inches long, 3 inches wide, then press down on it until the dough is one-inch thick. Using the handle of a wooden spoon, create a trough down the middle of the dough about 2 inches wide (it will cause the dough to spread out a bit, but that’s fine). Place the chilled almond filling into the divot. You can either roll the almond filling for a neater presentation, or just add in with your fingers. Fold the dough over the filling, pinch the sides to seal, and let rest for 30 minutes. Repeat with the remaining half of the dough.
  11. Roll each loaf into a football shape about 9 inches long. Make this shape as tight as you can roll it, ensuring any pinched seals are tucked under the loaf. 
  12. Now it’s time to make the traditional stollen shape. Using a lightly floured dowel rod or wooden spoon handle, press down on each loaf 2 inches from the edge, from one end to the other, and repeat on the other side. This creates a clean indentation o both sides of the football shape and a concentration of dough in the center. Make the indentations pretty deep, as they will fill in during baking. Repeat on the second loaf. This shape is supposed to be reminiscent of baby Jesus wrapped in a blanket.
  13. Place stollen on a parchment-lined baking pan. Combine the butter, rum, and brandy and brush stollen with some of it. Cover lightly with plastic wrap and proof for 1 hour. Meanwhile, preheat the oven to 325°F (165°C). 
  14. Brush stollen with more of the rum butter once again before baking. Bake for 30 to 40 minutes, or until nicely browned and cooked through. 
  15. Remove the stollen from the oven and poke all over with a fork or skewer. While still warm, brush with the alcohol butter once again. Dust heavily with powdered sugar to create a thick white coating. 
  16. Let loaves cool fully then wrap in plastic. Let them sit for at least one day before eating, but they’ll only improve for the next two to three weeks.

Beyond reusing and recycling: How the US could actually reduce plastic production

A panel of experts last week made a simple, common-sense recommendation for dealing with the U.S.’s plastic pollution problem: Stop making so much plastic.

“Not producing waste in the first place is the best thing you can do environmentally,” said Jenna Jambeck, a professor at the University of Georgia’s College of Engineering and a coauthor of a high-profile report that was released last week by the National Academies of Sciences, Engineering, and Medicine.

It’s an idea that environmental activists have espoused for years. Beyond recycling and reusing the 42 million metric tons of plastic that the U.S. tosses out annually, they say, we should reduce the tide of plastic that is manufactured in the first place. Plastic production is a significant source of greenhouse gas emissionsand pollution that harms frontline communities, and plastic waste clogs ecosystems around the world. Making less plastic would help on all three fronts. 

Now that the recommendation is coming from the influential National Academies, advocates are hopeful that federal policymakers may give it greater credence, raising a major question: What would a national strategy to phase down the unsustainable production of plastic look like?

Perhaps the most direct route would be to implement a national cap on the production of new — or “virgin” — plastic. According to Paulita Bennett-Martin, federal policy director for the ocean protection nonprofit Oceana, this could involve Congress passing a law that empowers the Environmental Protection Agency, or EPA, to decide on a specific amount of new plastic that the country can produce annually — perhaps by targeting the production of “nurdles,” tiny beads of plastic that form the building blocks for larger products products. Each year, the EPA could gradually ratchet down its nurdles production cap, until by some year — say, 2035 — it would no longer be legal to make products from new plastic.

The benefit of a production cap is that it would cast a wide net, addressing a large swath of the plastic production pipeline through a single policy. And scientists have already advocated for a virgin plastic production cap on a global scale. In a special report published this summer in the prestigious journal Science, researchers called for a “legally binding agreement” to, among other things, phase down the creation of new plastic by 2040. Their recommendation built off of momentum from February’s meeting of the U.N. Environment Assembly, where many governments expressed interest in an international pact to combat plastic pollution.

In the U.S., there is precedent for the EPA banning chemicals that are harmful to human health and the environment — including polychlorinated biphenyls, dioxins, and fully halogenated chlorofluoroalkanes. But the U.S. has never phased out a product as widely used as virgin plastic, and any attempt to do so would no doubt face ideological opposition from conservatives and litigation from the plastic industry. Most advocates think a more realistic solution is a sweeping piece of legislation called the Break Free From Plastic Pollution Act, which uses other levers to reduce the manufacture of new plastic, like a requirement that plastic beverage bottles be made of at least 50 percent post-consumer recycled material by 2030, and 80 percent by 2040. It also proposes a moratorium on expanded plastic production facilities until they can undergo an environmental impact assessment from the EPA.

Alan Lowenthal, the California Democrat who introduced the bill in the U.S. House of Representatives in March, said its multifaceted approach would phase down plastic production just as effectively as a “command-and-control” production cap. But by incorporating market mechanisms and incentives, it is more likely to be tolerable to the plastics industry.

“They’d be much more resistant to a cap,” Lowenthal told Grist. “It’s easier for us to use market forces.”

For example, the bill intends to make recycled plastic cheaper to buy than virgin plastic — in part through its minimum recycled content requirements, which are expected to increase demand and create a bigger market for recycled plastic. Companies making more than $1 million in revenue from plastic products will also be required to participate in an “extended producer responsibility” system, which will place fees on companies that choose to make their products from virgin plastics. This system will also place greater financial responsibility on plastic companies for the collection and management of products after they’re used, making it more expensive to produce large quantities of disposable plastic. The plastic industry doesn’t exactly love these ideas, Lowenthal said, but sees them as less “offensive” than a production cap.

Lowenthal also noted that the bill would include a production phaseout, albeit only for specific types of single-use plastic products, like cutlery and grocery bags. Because these products make up such a disproportionately large portion of the world’s plastic pollution, he and others argue that phasing them out is an important step on the road to a cleaner future.
Environmental advocates tend to agree, pointing to the growing number of states that have implemented bans on single-use plastic products. Judith Enck, former regional administrator for the EPA and founder of the advocacy group Beyond Plastics, cited her home state of New York as a good example: After a ban on the distribution of plastic bags started being enforced in October 2020, Enck saw a noticeable decline in litter from plastic bags.

“Banning and phasing out some of the worst plastic offenders just makes sense,” Enck said. She called states like New York “laboratories” for these kinds of policies, hoping that they will eventually lead to a nationwide phaseout of single-use plastic products — akin to the Directive on Single-Use Plastics that the European Union implemented in July of this year. Under the directive, E.U. member states are banned from making 10 single-use plastic products, including straws, plates, and polystyrene food containers.

Of course, industry opposition poses a significant hurdle to much of the U.S.’s proposed plastic-related legislation. Although plastic trade groups like the American Chemistry Council say they support a “national strategy” to reduce plastic waste in the environment, they remain opposed to any efforts to decrease the production of plastic — which, as last week’s National Academies report made clear, is a critical component of any effective strategy to address plastic pollution. The American Chemistry Council has even argued that reducing plastic production would lead to “worse environmental outcomes, particularly related to climate change.” Responding to Grist’s request for comment, the council said it based this claim on the fact that lightweight plastic materials require less fuel to transport than alternative materials like glass and aluminum. The council also said it opposes a virgin plastic production cap and the Break Free From Plastic Pollution Act, although it supports much weaker versions of some of the act’s provisions, like a minimum recycled content standard for plastic manufacturing.

Lowenthal dismissed their complaints, saying their position “has nothing to do with science.” He expressed optimism that, despite industry “pushback” and opposition from some members of Congress, important provisions of the Break Free From Plastic Pollution Act will pass in 2022. The bill currently has 121 cosponsors in the House and 12 in the Senate. It’s backed by high-profile politicians including Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Senators Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren. 

Enck agreed with Lowenthal, hoping that lawmakers will see past industry efforts to undermine the Break Free From Plastic Pollution Act and other policies to scale down U.S. plastic production. “We have to listen to the science,” she said, referring to last week’s report from the National Academies. “We have really smart ideas and policies to tackle plastic pollution. But what the environmental community does not have is the political strength that the chemical producers and fossil fuel industry have.”

Cuban-Chinese arroz frito is a reminder of a complex past

Ask a Cuban-American for a traditional family recipe and you’ll find a common source of laughter. After all, years of training as tiny sous chefs to our abuelas and mamas have taught us that Cuban food (largely considered a peasant cuisine in the culinary world,) is first and foremost about learning to adjust for which ingredients one might have on hand, as well as the preferences of who is cooking and eating. In fact, it seems that if there has ever been a rule to follow precisely when it comes to cooking a Cuban dish, it is to have a grasp of the history behind the meal you’re about to serve, as it has had such an influence on your identity. While being encouraged to measure out cups of rice and seasonings for dishes like ropa vieja and Moros y Cristianos by handfuls and finger pinches, young Cuban-Americans learn the essential lessons of their island country’s extensive, and often unexpected, past.

For me, a first generation-American by way of my mother (she fled Cuba along with her parents and siblings during the Revolution,) the most impressionable lesson about our island country’s culture lies in one of my favorite meals: arroz frito, a Cuban classic with Chinese roots.

With its Chinese parentage, arroz frito (which directly translates to “fried rice” and is known colloquially amongst Cuban-Americans as “Cuban-Chinese fried rice,”) is enough to serve as a metaphor for a country forged by transnational migration and networks. When I first learned to make arroz frito, I used a stool in order to see over my family’s kitchen counter. My mother, an Afro-Cubana, had decided to teach me how to make the dish — not only so I could eventually pass it on to her someday-grandchildren, but so that I could understand that no country is made up of one type of person. Cuba, its population made up of European, African, Indigenous, and Chinese people, was just one such example. Since graduating from step-stools, I’ve come to learn that no family or restaurant’s take on arroz frito is exactly the same — as is the case for just about any Cuban dish. Still, all of its versions rely on three common elements: soy sauce, rice, and a history lesson. The measurements for the former might vary, but the story of how this dish so deeply rooted in Chinese cuisine came to Cuba, remains the same.

From 1848 to 1888, a time when the British were working to pressure their fellow imperial powers the French, Spanish, and Portuguese to end the slave trade, Chinese laborers were brought to the Caribbean island by Spanish-colonized Cuba as indentured servants. In “Chinese Cubans: A Transnational History (Envisioning Cuba),” Kathleen M. López explains how during a particular run of this transpacific migration, called the Coolie Trade, nearly 142,000 Chinese immigrants signed indentured servitude contracts (with little understanding and foresight of the brutal conditions they were set to endure,) so that they could work in Cuba.

Of course, arroz frito wasn’t the only dish to crop up from this emergence of Chinese immigrants in Cuba. Today, Cuban-Chinese restaurants can still be found in parts of the U.S. (Just check out Nuevo Jardin De China in New York or El Crucero Restaurant in Miami) with dishes that keep up with the union of these laborers and their new home that extend beyond arroz frito. Oftentimes these menus feature grilled or fried pork, black beans, and rice (all areas of common ground for both cultures in terms of accessibility and familiarity), common items include dishes like res y brócoli estilo chinoand costilla con salda de frijolitos chino. Still, no matter the restaurant and menu, arroz frito is almost always present.

During their time in Cuba, these Chinese laborers cooked with local rice options such as Valencian short-grain and long-grain white rice, along with other Cuban essential ingredients, using the Chinese method of stir-frying. After rice, the basic components tossed into arroz frito are oil and an animal grease (my family uses rendered bacon fat), as well as cooked diced ham and other meats such as shrimp, diced pork, and diced chicken. Vegetables like green peas and red bell peppers are also often tossed in. Soy sauce, scallions, garlic, and eggs are also added to the mix. While my family recipe calls for the eggs to be beaten in a bowl and then added to the pan right along with the other sizzling ingredients, similar to many Chinese fried rice techniques, I’ve also seen recipes where the eggs are scrambled separately and added in fully cooked. Once, I had dinner at a Cuban restaurant where the eggs were served as a topping, à la the Japanese dish omurice. As my mother would say, “¿No te lo dije?” — Cubans do things in all sorts of beautiful ways.

“I have fond memories of watching my mom cook growing up and I remember her always cooking fried rice,” said Chico Chi, a DJ and producer with Chinese-Cuban roots. Both of Chi’s parents were born in Cuba — their father in Havana and mother further in Jaruco. Chi’s parents moved to the U.S. as children, and speak Spanish as well as Taishan, a Chinese dialect. Arroz frito traveled with them. On their mother’s version, Chi noted: “She makes an omelet with egg instead of cracking it into the dish while everything else is cooking.”

The Cuban-American cookbooks and restaurants featuring arroz frito are another such example of how arroz frito differs based on the family, the person, the preference. Variations of arroz frito can be found in cookbooks favorited by Cubans ​​such as 1979’s The Cuban Flavor: A Cookbook by Raquel Rábade and Marcella Kriebel’s more recent *Comida Cubana: A Cuban Culinary Journey”. On the other hand, some restaurants in the U.S. feature recipes that elect to add lobster tails or crab. The Los Angeles favorite El Cochinito, opts for a more conservative take on the dish with shrimp, ham, pork, egg, green onions, and bean sprouts. Daniel Navaro, the current chef and owner, learned the recipe for arroz frito from his abuela — the former chef of El Cochinito; her father owned restaurants in Cuba, but she didn’t grow up making this dish.

“My abuela did have a Cuban-Chinese friend she met in Los Angeles when she opened the restaurant. She said he helped her refine the fried rice. He helped source the right soy sauce and showed her how to use the wok.” Navarro shared. “I can still remember my abuela looking over my shoulder and guiding me. Fried rice requires a tremendous amount of attention to detail. You have to start with cold rice and all the knife cuts have to be consistent. Your relationship with the wok and the burner takes time to develop. Controlling the heat throughout each step is so crucial.”

Even if every step is executed perfectly, the seasoning is paramount: Navarro recalls shopping at a store in Echo Park for a specific soy sauce. “And if they were out for any reason, she would take [arroz frito] off the menu. Perhaps that’s what makes us stick out.” Today, El Cochinito uses the same recipe, the same sauce (Pearl River Bridge Gold Label Premium Dark Soy Sauce), and the same attitude when it comes to its availability on the menu. No sauce? No arroz frito.

Cuban-American journalist Jorge Rodriguez-Jimenez explained that he’s developed a completely personal version of arroz frito. Instead of sticking to a family recipe, he created his own after moving away from his family in Florida. “I make mine as a fusion of Cuban and Japanese, using black beans and Mahatma white rice. All you Cubans know about Mahatma,” he added, alluding to the long-grain Jasmine rice typically used to accompany dishes such as ropa vieja and arroz leche. He also adds Japanese seasonings, rice vinegar, and sometimes swaps ham for Spam. “That’s what’s so great about food, it’s suggestible. Food is one of the most intricate and ever-evolving parts of culture — you can see the influences of a globalized world and immigration in dishes like arroz frito. It’s one Cuban dish I am most proud of to represent my culture and heritage.”

In a way, the many takes on arroz frito speak to the heart of Cubanidad, particularly for those of us living in the U.S. today. Like the people across the globe who’ve immigrated to and from the island, arroz frito is a dish that has been made better by its manifold additions. And it’s persisted. No matter the drudgery, no matter the revolution or trials, it remains essential.

Here’s the bizarre way Republicans are attempting to blame Stacey Abrams for Trump’s “Big Lie”

As Stacey Abrams hits the campaign trail for a second Georgia gubernatorial race, Republicans are scrambling to make her current run all about her previous one in 2018. According to Politico, Republicans are zeroing in on Abrams’ final speech after the 2018 gubernatorial election.

At the time, Abrams made it clear that her speech was not a concession. Now, Republicans are comparing her stance to former President Donald Trump’s refusal to concede after losing the 2020 presidential election to President Joe Biden. The point of their argument: “On respecting the will of the voters, Democrats are being hypocrites.”

A Republican strategist in Georgia recently weighed in on that argument. “Democrats attack Trump and Republicans for believing these conspiracies, believing what they call the ‘Big Lie.’ But the original Big Lie proponent was Stacey Abrams,” said Brian Robinson. “She was ahead of her time, as she is on so many things.”

However, at the time, Abrams offered a different perspective on the definition of concession. When she delivered her final speech 10 days after the election, she laid out her argument and explained why she would not concede. “Concession means to acknowledge an action is right, true or proper. As a woman of conscience and faith, I cannot concede,” Abrams told her supporters in 2018. “But my assessment is that the law currently allows no further viable remedy.”


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Even now, Abrams is still standing by her belief. During a recent appearance on CNN this month, Abrams said Georgia Gov. Brian Kemp (R) “won under the rules of the game at the time, but the game was rigged against the voters of Georgia.”

“I, on November 16, 2018, acknowledged at the top of my speech that Brian Kemp is the governor of Georgia and I even wished him well at the end of the speech,” Abrams said. “And in the middle, I talked about the fact we had a system that he managed, that he manipulated, hurt Georgia voters and the responsibility of leaders is to challenge systems that are not serving the people.”

After the election, Fair Fight Action —the group Abrams founded shortly after the 2018 gubernatorial election to combat voter suppression— filed a lawsuit that cited “among other items Georgia’s exact-match law, claiming that it disproportionately targeted first-time minority voters. In addition, it alleges that elections officials were not properly trained to cancel absentee ballots, barring access to the ballot for scores of voters who opted to vote in person.”

Seth Bringman, one of Abrams’ spokespersons, also reiterated her stance.

“After Election Day in 2018, the Abrams campaign went to federal court, multiple judges agreed with our claims and more Georgians’ votes were counted,” said Bringman. “She acknowledged the result of the election but refused to accept that it was fair to the voters — and she worked to change Georgia’s voting system for elections moving forward.”

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“Don’t Look Up,” sheeple! Adam McKay’s comedy, about a comet that will destroy Earth, fails to hit

“Don’t Look Up,” is a toothless satire directed and cowritten (with David Sirota) by Adam McKay. The film aims at targets that are as broad as the width of the comet that PhD student Kate Dibiasky (Jennifer Lawrence) discovers late one night in the laboratory. According to orbital dynamics, earth will be hit — and completely, utterly, and entirely decimated — in an estimated six months and 14 days. Kate and astronomer Dr. Randall Mindy (Leonardo DiCaprio) tell NASA scientist Dr. Clayton “Teddy” Oglethorpe (Rob Morgan), and together they go to tell Madame President Janie Orlean (Meryl Streep). But President Orlean keeps the anxious scientists waiting for more than a day. Once the President does meet with them, she suggests they, well, “sit tight and assess.” 

This strategy, or lack thereof, infuriates Kate and Dr. Mindy, who talk with the media and go on the popular daytime talk show, “The Daily Rip,” hosted by the vapid pair Jack Bremmer (Tyler Perry) and Brie Evantee (Cate Blanchett). But even as they deliver the bad news that, “We’re all going to f**king die!,” they are met with a shrug of indifference. Their appearance does however, generates a handful of memes and Dr. Mindy becomes “America’s sexiest scientist.”

Viewers of “Don’t Look Up” (which begs to be called “Just Don’t Watch!”) will shrug if not yawn. It takes nearly 40 minutes of this bloated 140-minute comedy for this much to unfold, and there are far too few laughs. Streep visibly tries to milk her every moment on screen for humor playing a president who could possibly be dumber than Trump. (She’s quoted as once having said that “Poor people should pick better lottery numbers,” and transmits a photo of her genitalia.) 

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McKay eventually creates a political divide between those who believe in and support the astronomers’ findings and fears, and the working-class supporters of President Orlean, who blindly disregard truth, facts, and science and wear “Don’t Look Up” hats. But to what end? The film is obviously mocking the sheeple who deny climate change. Possibly the only funny potshot is when pop singer Riley Bina (Ariana Grande) performs a power ballad with the lyrics, “Get your head out of your ass/and listen to the goddamn qualified scientist.”  

“Don’t Look Up” does have a smattering of amusing moments, but there are far more offensive ones that are meant to be funny. Colonel Ben Drask (Ron Perlman) is seen calling preteen kids “p*ssies” when he’s teaching them to exercise on the White House lawn, and he often makes some very insensitive comments. An unfunny running joke excuses his misbehavior because, “he is from a different generation.” Alas, no cancel culture humor here. 

McKay and Sirota often repeat a joke in the hope that it will generate a laugh. One comic bit involves General Themes (Paul Guilfoyle) charging Kate, Dr. Mindy, and Teddy for snacks that are free. Kate can’t seem to let this go, mentioning it several times to various people. It’s meant to be deadpan humor, but it is just dead on arrival. 

Early on in the film, Peter Isherwell (Mark Rylance), a tech giant of Bash industries, is shown demonstrating a new product. He comes off like a new age Mr. Rogers, which is kind of clever, until his big tech corporation gets in bed with politics. Bash industries tries to break apart the comet so they can greedily mine the billions of dollars of rare minerals it contains, and his unholy alliance with President Orlean is used as a campaign stunt. It lacks inspiration, or as Kate puts it to her evangelical skater boyfriend Yule (Timothée Chalamet) and his pals, “They are not even smart enough to be as evil as you are giving them credit for.”


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McKay is not being smart enough here either. His film is poorly paced and sloppily edited. Thankfully, he only rarely lapses into the wink-winkiness he employed in “The Big Short” and “Vice” that gives his films a smug, condescending sensibility. The media and social media parodies here are tired, not wired. McKay also misses a real opportunity to emphasize the issue of BIPOC female scientists not being taken seriously. He could have made Kate a young woman of color. 

The actors do what they can with the subpar material. Jennifer Lawrence makes a laudable effort as Kate, who is a voice of reason and delights in telling President Orlean that she didn’t vote for her, but her childish spats with Orlean’s chief of staff/son, Jason (Jonah Hill) are painful. That said, a scene where she screams, “You’re going to die! You’re going to die,” as if she was Oprah giving out cars on TV is dryly funny. 

Leonardo DiCaprio gets a Howard Beale in “Network” moment when Dr. Mindy has a meltdown on “The Daily Rip.” DiCaprio tries to be comical playing up his characters’ crippling anxiety and nerdiness, but he is best in manic mode. 

In support, Rob Morgan seems underused, even in a pointed scene where Teddy is arrested, while Mark Rylance delivers a nicely droll turn in what is essentially a thankless role. As President Orlean, La Streep does her typical, mannered look-at-me acting schtick. She tries too hard to be crass — note her tramp stamp. Her nude scene is easily her best moment on screen. Her overplaying pales in comparison to Cate Blanchett’s slinky television personality, a riff on one of her characters in “Manifesto.” Blanchett is especially priceless giving a “get to know you” speech to Dr. Mindy, and in her reaction when he recounts his life story. 

“Don’t Look Up” makes a few decent points and gets a chuckle or two, but mostly, it is leaden when it could be farcical, sluggish when it could be screwball. This end of the world comedy should have just been more fun.

“Don’t Look Up” makes impact on Netflix on Dec. 24. Watch a trailer for it below, via YouTube.

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How to cope with loneliness during the holidays

When one thinks of the holiday season, the images that come to mind are generally communal moments: friends toasting at a holiday party, or a family opening presents on Christmas morning in matching pajamas. In other words, the holidays means being around people — à la pre-pandemic times.

Yet in 2021, we find ourselves in another holiday season marked by a coronavirus surge. Yes, some families are gathering; but others have seen their plans change abruptly out of health concerns, and still others have seen their flights cancelled last-minute by fearful airlines.

For those who are doing the holidays solo, whether by choice or by force, uncomfortable feelings of loneliness are bound to arise. Even in non-holiday seasons, loneliness is tough. Before the coronavirus pandemic, psychologists characterized America as going through a loneliness epidemic. Today, in a time where people want to so badly be back to “normal,” a lonely holiday season could be extra tough.

If you’re feeling afraid of being alone for Christmas, know you’re not alone — at least, on a macroscopic level. In 2020, one in nine adults spent the holiday season alone. According to a more recent Red Cross survey in Australia, one in five people who live alone, or who are over the age of 70, said they had not made plans for Christmas Day this year.

If you find yourself feeling lonely during the festive season, here’s how therapists and psychologists advise you to cope.

Remember loneliness is just a feeling, like joy and happiness 

Like happiness, anger or joy, loneliness is just a feeling. And no feeling lasts forever. Just because you’re not celebrating the holidays in the company of others this holiday season doesn’t mean you’re not worthy of doing so.

“Remind yourself that you are not unworthy or unwanted if you are lonely; you are simply feeling lonely,” said clinical psychologist Dr. Carla Marie Manly, author of “Joy from Fear” and “Date Smart.”

Rebecca Tolbert, a therapist in Washington DC., said it’s important to give yourself space to feel lonely and acknowledge what you’re experiencing.

“I think the first thing is to acknowledge and admit how sad and painful it can be to feel lonely, especially on days, like holidays and birthdays, where we have such high expectations,” Tolbert said. “Acknowledging how we feel and honoring that feeling can be really vulnerable . . . but if we don’t, we shove those feelings down, and they’re going to come out somewhere else.

With this in mind, it’s possible to replace loneliness with laughter instead of wallowing in it all day.

“Loneliness can be chased away by laughter and connection with others; whether you pop in a holiday DVD comedy or rom-com allow yourself the joy of laughter,” Dr Manly said. “Laughter relaxes tense muscles and even lowers blood pressure; when we laugh, endogenous opioids are released in the body, and feelings of calm and pleasure naturally result.”

Dr. Manly added that laughing can reduce stress and feelings of depression.

Don’t suffer in silence

Suffering in silence will only amplify the noise going on in your head, which will likely include a slew of negative thoughts. It’s easy to spiral while feeling lonely, but it’s important to try — as hard as it might be — to refocus your attention and ask for support.

“Reach out for support so that you don’t worsen your loneliness by suffering in silence; if you’re feeling isolated, reach out to friends and family to let them know you feel lonely,” said Manly. “Although you may feel uncomfortable doing this, it’s an important first step. Openly and honestly let others know what you need, such as texts, phone calls, or a safe holiday outing. Be as specific as possible.”

As author and professor of social work Brené Brown once said, “”Staying vulnerable is a risk we have to take if we want to experience connection.” I’m pretty sure she was talking about a situation like feeling really lonely during the holidays.

“If you are feeling lonely or isolated, trust that there are thousands of people — likely within a mere few miles of you — who feel the same,” Manly said. “By reaching out to connect — whether to chat, exchange cookies, or take a walk — you may be solving another person’s loneliness plight as well as your own.”

Volunteer

Another way to connect with other people, if you don’t want to call friends or family and open up about feeling lonely, is to volunteer to help others. Scientific studies continue to show that helping others comes with a variety of physical, mental and emotional health benefits. Specifically, it’s been linked to lower blood pressure, increased reports of self-esteem, feelings of belonging and purpose, which can all help ease loneliness.

“Volunteer efforts can reduce loneliness,” Dr. Manly said. “When the setting is safe, volunteering can be a tremendous way to meet others as you give back to your community; many communities have volunteer centers that can help you find the right fit, and needs are often highest during the holiday season.”

Kevin Gormley, PMHNP-BC, nurse practitioner at Minded — a psychiatry telehealth platform — agreed.

“Get out and give back,” Gormley said. “Even though we may be hurting, there is healing in sharing the journey of others, often the laws of reciprocation come into play and we find joy in our ability to share with others in this life.”

If you can’t find a group to volunteer this Christmas, there are ways you can help on your own, according to Rebecca Phillips, a licensed professional counselor.

“Donate some change (or more if you have it). Research shows that giving to charity activates the same regions of the brain that respond to monetary rewards and sex,” Phillips suggests. 

Phillips also advised using online forums, like Reddit, as a way of connecting and casually talking or providing encouragement to others online. “Places like Reddit provide ample opportunity to connect and lift someone else up,” she said. 

Or even in one’s own neighborhood, you can take a walk with the explicit intention of being a good Samaritan. “Take a walk and leave the neighborhood better than you found it,” she advises. “There are ways to be helpful every time we leave our homes. We just have to look for them.” 

Remember, it’s just one day

“For many of us, the holidays are painful — they can bring up feelings of sadness and loneliness, or they might remind us of people we loved who have passed away,” said psychotherapist Sarah Kaufman. “Once we’ve allowed ourselves to sit with our feelings, we can try to remember that a holiday is just a day. It is a day on a calendar, and it is temporary.”

On that note, social media can often be a trigger — particularly if, say, you’ve lost a loved one around the holidays, being bombarded with photos of others’ happy families may not be so happy. 

If this is your situation, remember that there’s no pressure to go on social media — and indeed, avoiding it might even be healthy. 


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41 festive facts about “Christmas Vacation”

On December 1, 1989, a new chapter of Griswold family dysfunction was unleashed upon the world when “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” made its debut in movie theaters and an instant holiday classic was born. Here are some things you might not know about everyone’s favorite Christmas comedy.

1. THE MOVIE IS BASED ON A SHORT STORY.

Like the 1983 original, “Christmas Vacation is based on a short story, “Christmas ’59,” written by John Hughes for National Lampoon in December 1980. Its literary predecessor is paid tribute to when Clark is trapped in the attic and pulls out a box of old home movies, including one labeled “Christmas ’59.” (Eagle-eyed viewers might notice that when Clark is watching the film, it actually says “Christmas 1955.”)

2. CLARK GRISWOLD GREW UP IN SAMANTHA STEVENS’S HOUSE.

If Clark’s childhood home featured in those old movies looks familiar, that’s because it’s the same house featured on “Bewitched” as well as “The New Gidget.” Except it’s not a house at all; it’s part of the Warner Bros. back lot, located on what is known as Blondie Street. The rest of the Griswolds’s neighborhood is on a studio back lot as well. And if the home of their snooty neighbors, Todd and Margo, looks familiar, that’s because it’s where Roger Murtaugh (Danny Glover) and his family lived in “Lethal Weapon.”

3. JOHN HUGHES WASN’T A FAN OF SEQUELS.

Though many of Hughes’s films have spawned sequels, the man himself was not a fan of retreads. “The only sequels I was involved in were under duress,” Hughes once stated in an interview. Though he’s credited as a writer on “European Vacation,” he said that was only because he had created the characters. “But the studio came to me and begged for another [Vacation movie], and I only agreed because I had a good story to base it on. But those movies have become little more than Chevy Chase vehicles at this stage. I didn’t even know about Vegas Vacation until I read about it in the trades! Ever since it came out, people have been coming up to me with disappointed looks on their faces, asking ‘What were you thinking?’ ‘I had nothing to do with it! I swear!'”

4. IT’S ONE OF ONLY TWO CHRISTMAS MOVIES RELEASED IN 1989.

Though the holiday season is usually packed with Christmas-themed movies, “Christmas Vacation” was one of only two that were released in 1989. The other was John Hancock’s “Prancer.” Johnny Galecki, a.k.a. Rusty Griswold, starred in both.

5. AUDREY IS (MIRACULOUSLY) OLDER THAN RUSTY.

In both the original “Vacation” and “European Vacation,” Rusty is believed to be the older of the two Griswold children. In “Christmas Vacation,” Rusty somehow morphs into Audrey’s younger brother.

6. THE FILM HAS TIES TO IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE.

In addition to footage from the Frank Capra classic actually appearing in the film, “Christmas Vacation” has another fun tie to “It’s a Wonderful Life“: Frank Capra’s grandson, Frank Capra III, is “Christmas Vacation’s” assistant director.

7. THE CAST OF CHRISTMAS VACATION WAS PRETTY IMPRESSIVE.

In addition to featuring future stars Johnny Galecki and Juliette Lewis (who scored a Best Supporting Actress Oscar nomination three years later for her role in Martin Scorsese’s “Cape Fear“), star Beverly D’Angelo was most impressed with the older actors who came along for the “Christmas Vacation” ride. “I attribute that to Jeremiah Chechik and his direction in bringing in E.G. Marshall, Doris Roberts, and Diane Ladd,” she noted. “That was really a special cast.

8. IN A WAY, STANLEY KUBRICK IS TO THANK FOR CHRISTMAS VACATION.

“Christmas Vacation” marked the directorial debut of Jeremiah Chechik, who began his career as a fashion photographer for Vogue then moved into commercial directing. “I had made these commercials that became quite iconic here in the U.S.,” Chechik told Den of Geek in 2011. “They were very dark and sexy and sort of a little bit ahead of their time in terms of style. And what happened was they gained the notice of [Stanley] Kubrick, who had mentioned them as his favorite American filmmaking, ironically, in a New York Times article.” It didn’t take long for Chechik’s phone to start ringing and for studios to start sending him scripts. “And the script that really piqued my interest was ‘Christmas Vacation,'” he said. “And the reason is I had never done any comedy — ever.”

9. DIRECTOR JEREMIAH CHECHIK HAD NEVER SEEN A “VACATION” MOVIE.

“I hadn’t seen the first two [‘Vacation’ movies], and so I wasn’t really influenced by anything other than the fact that it was a big — at the time — their big Christmas movie, and comedy,” Chechik told Den of Geek. “And I just felt if I could crack this maybe there’s a whole other world of filmmaking for me.” Following “Christmas Vacation,” Chechik directed “Benny & Joon,” “Diabolique,” and “The Avengers” (no, not the Marvel one) plus episodes of “The Bronx is Burning,” “Gossip Girl,” “Chuck,” and “Burn Notice.”

10. THE MOVIE HAD A HUGE BUDGET, PARTICULARLY FOR A COMEDY.

A $27 million budget, to be exact. Which was particularly high considering that the film had no special effects a la “Ghostbusters” (which was made for $30 million). But it had no trouble making its budget back; the film’s final domestic gross was more than $70 million.

11. ROGER EBERT DID NOT LOVE THE FILM.

Though it has become a bona fide holiday classic, not everyone was a fan of “Christmas Vacation.” In his two-star review of the film, Roger Ebert described the movie as “curious in how close it comes to delivering on its material: Sequence after sequence seems to contain all the necessary material, to be well on the way toward a payoff, and then it somehow doesn’t work.”

12. IT’S THE ONLY SEQUEL IN THE VACATION FRANCHISE TO HAVE ITS OWN SEQUEL.

But don’t be disappointed if you didn’t know that. Or haven’t seen it. The 2003 film, “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation 2: Cousin Eddie’s Island Adventure,” was made for television. It finds Randy Quaid and Miriam Flynn (as Eddie and Catherine) stranded on an island in the South Pacific for the holidays. Yes, really. It currently holds a 12 percent approval rating on Rotten Tomatoes.

13. AUDREY IS THE ONLY GRISWOLD TO APPEAR IN CHRISTMAS VACATION 2.

Dana Barron, who played Audrey in the original Vacation, reprised her role for the “Christmas Vacation” sequel. Eric Idle, who appeared in “European Vacation,” also makes an appearance, playing “English Victim.”

14. COUSIN EDDIE IS RANDY QUAID’S BEST-KNOWN CHARACTER.

At least it’s the role that gets him the most recognition. In a 1989 interview with the Los Angeles Times, Quaid admitted that he was amazed by the impact the character made. “People still come up to me and quote lines from that part. I get a lot of recognition from that role — probably as much, if not more, than any other.”

15. COUSIN EDDIE IS BASED ON A REAL GUY.

Quaid borrowed many of Cousin Eddie’s mannerisms from a guy he knew growing up in Texas, most notably his tendency toward tongue-clicking. But Eddie’s sweater/Dickie combo? That was an idea from Quaid’s wife.

16. YOU CAN BUY YOUR OWN DICKIE.

“National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” Collectibles is a website dedicated to all things “Christmas Vacation” (obviously). Among the many fun items are Cousin Eddie wardrobe staples, moose mugs, and punch bowls.

17. EDDIE’S SON, ROCKY, DOESN’T SPEAK IN THE FILM.

Nope, not a word.

18. AUNT BETHANY IS BETTY BOOP.

Christmas Vacation marked the final film of Mae Questel, who began her career as the voice of Betty Boop in 1931. She passed away at the age of 89 in January of 1998.

19. COUSIN CATHERINE HAS A LOONEY TUNES CONNECTION.

Turns out Aunt Bethany isn’t the only voice actress in the family. Miriam Flynn, who played Eddie’s adoring wife in four “Vacation” pictures, voiced Taz’s mother on the animated Warner Bros. series “Taz-Mania”. She’s also lent her vocal talents to “The Land Before Time” franchise and voiced Maa, the elderly sheep in “Babe.”

20. BETHANY AND LOUIS’S ENTRANCE MADE THE EARTH MOVE.

At the same time the production filmed the arrival of Uncle Louis and Aunt Bethany at the Griswold home, a minor earthquake struck. The camera shakes slightly as a result of it as Bethany walks through the front door.

21. CHRISTMAS VACATION WENT STRAIGHT TO VIDEO IN ENGLAND.

Though the movie is a popular holiday film in the UK, it was never actually shown in theaters there. Instead, it went straight to home video.

22. YOU WON’T HEAR “HOLIDAY ROAD” IN CHRISTMAS VACATION.

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“Christmas Vacation” is the only film in the “Vacation” series that doesn’t feature Lindsey Buckingham’s song, “Holiday Road.” Instead, a new song — the aptly titled “Christmas Vacation” — was written for the film by married songwriting duo Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil. A cover of the song appears on the 2007 Disney Channel Holiday album.

23. RANDY QUAID IS THE THIRD COUSIN OF GENE AUTRY.

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Which may just sound like a random fact. But at the end of the film, when the police raid the Griswold home, the version of “Here Comes Santa Claus” being used is Autry’s.

24. ELLEN GRISWOLD LIED TO THE COPS.

In the scene above, Ellen Griswold apologizes to Mrs. Shirley — the wife of Clark’s boss/Eddie’s kidnapping victim — assuring her that “This is our family’s first kidnapping,” when, in fact, it is their second. At least the second that we know of: In the first Vacation film, the Griswolds force Lasky, the security guard at Wally World (played by John Candy), to open the park for them.

25. CHEVY CHASE, BEVERLY D’ANGELO, AND JULIETTE LEWIS REUNITED IN 2012.

The trio got together to film a series of Old Navy commercials for the holiday season. Though Johnny Galecki wasn’t there, two previous Rustys — Anthony Michael Hall and Jason Lively — were. As was Dana Barron.

26. JOHNNY GALECKI RECEIVED AN AWARD FROM CHEVY CHASE.

In a 2012 interview, The Sydney Morning Herald asked Johnny Galecki whether he had kept in touch with Chevy Chase since the film. He said that “the only time I’ve seen him since that movie, which was 21 years ago I think, is when he presented us with our People’s Choice Award, so that was really neat. If you’re going to run into Chevy again it may as well be as he’s giving you an award.”

27. CHEVY CHASE AND BEVERLY D’ANGELO WERE ANXIOUS TO SEE ANOTHER VACATION MOVIE HAPPEN.

On July 29, 2015, the latest film in the Vacation franchise — simply titled “Vacation” — made its debut. And it couldn’t have happened soon enough for Chase and D’Angelo. In 2011, Chase told Ain’t It Cool News that “I just got off the phone with Beverly D’Angelo. We are trying to work up a new Vacation and apparently Warner’s is working on one with grandchildren, but the one that Bev and I want . . . You know, we are just trying to think of ideas, because she is very funny and very brilliant, so when you get her in a writing mood and me in writing mood, it’s good, but it’s very hard to get the time.”

28. THE STUDIO WON THAT ONE.

Chase and D’Angelo may have had their own ideas, but the studio moved ahead with that whole “one with grandchildren” thing. Written and directed by John Francis Daley (Sam from “Freaks and Geeks“) and Jonathan M. Goldstein (who wrote “Horrible Bosses”), “Vacation” featured a grown-up Rusty (played by “The Office‘s” Ed Helms) taking his own family on a road trip.

29. BEVERLY D’ANGELO IMPROVISED A RISQUE SIGHT GAG FOR THE SWAT TEAM SEGMENT.

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Take a good look at the Griswold clan after one of the SWAT leaders yells, “Freeze!” During the mayhem, Ellen plants her right hand firmly on Clark’s crotch — and keeps it there. “I did that spur of the moment and told Chevy, just to see if anyone on set noticed,” D’Angelo told Rolling Stone. “But we did a couple takes and no one mentioned it.”

30. A NUMBER OF SCENES WERE FILMED IN BRECKENRIDGE, COLORADO.

It’s not like the Rockies are within driving distance of the Griswolds’s Chicago residence, but that’s where Clark and the family go hunting for the “perfect Christmas tree” early in the movie. Most of that sequence was shot on location in the greater Breckenridge, Colorado, area. Also, the hillside where Clark and the kids go sledding is a famous Breckenridge ski slope.

31. MR. SHIRLEY (A.K.A. CLARK’S BOSS) IS BILL MURRAY’S BROTHER.

Brian Doyle-Murray and National Lampoon go way back. Not only did Doyle-Murray appear in two of the Vacation movies (look for him in the original flick’s Kamp Komfort scene), but he also made frequent appearances on “The National Lampoon Radio Hour.” And oh yeah —he’s Bill Murray‘s older brother.

32. JOHNNY GALECKI GOT A BIG SCENE CUT FROM THE MOVIE — AND HE STILL REGRETS IT.

Clark and Rusty share a heartfelt chat in both of the previous “Vacation” movies. Yet, in “Christmas Vacation,” they don’t really get one. A dialogue-driven “man-to-man” scene written by John Hughes never made it into the final shooting script. On the set, Chase wanted to film that scene anyway, but Johnny Galecki felt differently. “They asked what I thought and I said, ‘I don’t think there’s any point,'” Galecki told Rolling Stone in 2014. “I literally talked myself out of what could have been a classic scene with Chevy Chase. Now … I realize the error of my ways. I still kick myself in the ass for this every day.”

33. EDDIE AND ELLEN KEPT A RUNNING JOKE ALIVE.

When these two first meet in the original “Vacation,” “Christmas Vacation,” and again in “Vegas Vacation,” Eddie tries to kiss Ellen on the lips. He goes 0-for-3.

34. ON SET, CHEVY CHASE BECAME A COMEDY TUTOR.

In a 2018 Variety interview, Galecki said that while the script required Rusty to do “some heavy comedic lifting,” his own sense of timing “wasn’t on point.” “Chevy would help me out, especially with the timing, and tell me some ad-libs to say,” Galecki recalled. Sometimes, during lunch breaks, Chase used to bring his co-star to the sets of “Harlem Nights” and “Ghostbusters 2.” “Here I am at 13 being introduced to Redd Foxx and Eddie Murphy and Dan Aykroyd and Bill Murray and Richard Pryor and all these incredible, incredible comedic icons,” says Galecki. “[Chase] didn’t have to do that, and it’s still very touching to me.”

35. YOU CAN BUY A CLARK GRISWOLD CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS JERSEY.

Chicago hadn’t won the Stanley Cup since 1961 when “Christmas Vacation” came out in 1989, but that didn’t stop Clark and Rusty from rocking some Blackhawks merch on-screen. Amazon now offers a replica of the home jersey that Chevy wore in the film; the name “Griswold” is even sewn onto the back of the garment.

36. CHEVY CHASE SUFFERED A HAND INJURY.

The accident happened on-screen while Clark was demolishing Santa’s sled after his (second) failed attempt to get the X-mas lights up and running. Old St. Nick got his revenge: Chase broke his pinky during the assault. Since the cameras were rolling, he couldn’t stop without ruining the take. “I had to keep kicking because it hurt so much,” Chase said in 2015.

37. ALL THE PRESENTS ON MR. SHIRLEY’S OFFICE DESK — INCLUDING CLARK’S — LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME.

Sure they’re wrapped differently, but size- and shape-wise, the gifts are identical. Go re-watch the movie if you don’t believe us.

38. TO HELP CHASE NAIL THAT EXPLETIVE-FILLED TIRADE, HIS FELLOW ACTORS WORE CUE CARDS.

As D’Angelo explained in a 2015 conversation with The Dinner Party Download, “this particular scene . . . was blocked in a way that would allow each of us to have around our necks a piece of rope that was attached to a big cue card. The rant was divided into sections so that he could go all the way through from the beginning to the end without a chance of forgetting his lines . . .  If you watch it, you can see him. His eyes go from character to character as he’s going on in the speech because we’ve got the lines there.”

39. THE FILM’S PRODUCER MADE A HIDDEN CAMEO.

Matty Simmons, who produced the movie, is on the cover of the magazine that gets stuck to Clark’s hand while he talks vacation plans with Ellen. By the way, Chase reportedly kept the pajamas he wore in that same bedroom scene until (at least) 2015.

40. RUBY SUE TOOK A FANCY TO HER “COUSIN.”

You don’t see much of actress Ellen Hamilton Latzen these days; she’s mostly remembered for her role in “Fatal Attraction” and her signature performance as Eddie’s daughter in “Christmas Vacation.” In a chat with Bill Bradley of HuffPost, she spoke fondly of “Christmas Vacation’s” family dinner scene. “I remember sitting at the end of the table that was the kids section with Cody [Burger] and Juliette [Lewis] and Johnny Galecki, who I had a massive crush on — a huge crush on Johnny Galecki — and I remember having little marshmallow fights with him and always trying to get his attention,” Latzen said.

41. CLEVELAND-AREA FANS CAN VISIT A GENUINE “GRISWOLD HOUSE” EACH CHRISTMAS.

Each year, “Christmas Vacation” superfan Greg Osterland and his family adorn their Wadsworth, Ohio, residence with an exact duplicate of Clark’s over-the-top lighting arrangement. (And in 2019, they added a replica of Cousin Eddie’s banged-up RV.) Visitors are encouraged to make donations to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation’s Great Strides.

A version of this story ran in 2018; it has been updated for 2021.

Magic and mysteries woven into “The Wheel of Time” main titles

Prime Video’s epic fantasy series “The Wheel of Time,” based on the books by Robert Jordan, is not your average Chosen One story. For one thing, there’s confusion about who the so-called Dragon Reborn is among five possible candidates. And then there’s the pesky little detail that this person may not be a savior at all – but someone destined to destroy the world. You only have to watch the show’s stunning opening credits sequence to grasp the double-edged nature of power in this universe.

The main titles begins adrift in blackness before light ignites into a horizon, becoming a single white thread that starts to fray and then snaps. A riot of vibrant threads then burst across the darkness leaping and twisting, eventually weaving into a giant cosmic loom on which we see pictured seven women, one by one in a signature color, arrayed like the spokes on a wheel. But their presence is fleeting; their essences swirl together, transforming into the show’s titular wheel – a dragon curled around to consume the other end. But that too fades back into the distant glimmer of the horizon before it all blinks out into darkness. 

There you go: the breaking, making and then unmaking of the world in under two minutes. 

It’s an unwieldy concept to tackle, but speaks directly to themes in the series. Amazon Studios turned to design production studio Imaginary Forces – an aptly named company – to encapsulate the series’ interpretation of power, order, chaos, eternity.

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“I love it when the universe hands you these things,” Karin Fong, director at Imaginary Forces, told Salon. “There’s a very famous line from the book, ‘The wheel weaves as the wheel wills.’ They’re weaving this form of power in a way, and the idea that spells could be woven or magic is woven. So the idea was to imagine the wheel as a cosmic loom. This turning of the wheel was destiny, was time and endless – no big deal. [laughs]”

Take a look at the opening sequence for “The Wheel of Time” below:

While you can appreciate the atmospheric beauty of the main titles on their own, understanding how “The Wheel of Time” universe works allows you to follow the narrative gist. Jordan borrowed indiscriminately from a number of multicultural beliefs and mythologies, such as Hinduism and Buddhism, to establish his cyclical nature of time and creation/destruction.

As for the idea of the very fabric of the universe as a constantly forming and unraveling tapestry, that’s similarly ubiquitous throughout history.

“It’s related to very many mythological things, such as the [Greek] Fates,” said Fong. “We all have associations of weaving a future or a destiny.” 

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There’s a deeper story being told among the weaving as well. But first, an abbreviated Weaving 101: two sets of threads or yarns interlace at right angles to produce fabric. The ones held straight on the loom are the warp threads, while the ones weaving in and out are the weft (or woof) threads and create the emerging pattern. A toothed bar called the beater (or comb or batten) slides down the warp to keep the weft firmly in place.

“We were looking at Anni Albers, her looming, and we tried every possible way of finding looms, video of weaving, and the mechanics of that,” said Fong about researching. “With the difference being of course, we’re feeling very close up, but hopefully you feel that thread goes on for miles. If we’ve done our job, it feel somewhat cosmic. That bar, [the beater], you don’t stand in its way; it’s time marching on and it’s going to weave.”

The loom in “The Wheel of Time” main titles (Imaginary Forces/Amazon Studios

Here’s where it gets metaphysical. In “The Wheel of Time” mythology, the Creator actually uses the lives of people as threads to weave the universe, and the people known as Aes Sedai who can channel the magic, aka One Power, allow the big wheel to keep on turnin’. In order for the fabric of the universe to remain whole, a balance must be maintained. 

Except it wasn’t. 

As the series tells it, way back in history the Creator’s counterpart known as the Dark One (or Shai’tan) began to mess with the world, and the powerful man known as the Dragon helped keep the Dark One at bay. But – in a traditionally binary view of personhood – the Dark One then tainted all the male channelers so that they went mad and started wreaking havoc through world, destroying cities, causing earthquakes for centuries. Eventually all of them were either subdued or died, leaving only women with the ability to channel.

The breaking of the world in “The Wheel of Time” main titles (Imaginary Forces/Amazon Studios

“There’s this really huge event that’s called the breaking of the world,” said Fong. “As in many different origins stories, including our own Bible, everything’s in balance and then it breaks loose. So the idea that we could play with scale there where you think you’re on a gigantic horizon, and then it reveals to be a thread and that breaking of the thread symbolizes breaking the world.”

But wait, there’s more weaving metaphors going on with the introduction of color as well.

The rogue gold fibers in “The Wheel of Time” main titles (Imaginary Forces/Amazon Studios

“This has a real arc where you see that it breaks and it’s monochromatic, it’s black and white,” said Fong. “And then you start to see gold come in. It’s beautiful and lyrical. But it’s also unpredictable, it kind of spazzes out sometimes. That symbolizes the One Power, this incredible power that’s very hard to channel, hard to control. 

“A weave is more or less a grid, a very organized sort of way of doing things. But then you’ve got this gold thread, who’s kind of whipping through lyrically and painting its way through, kind of a disrupter of the weave,” she continued. “So we have this metaphor going on where these powerful waves or colors – like when the blue comes in, it’s like a tidal wave of blue. And then you’re seeing the the gold constantly assert itself. The climax of this is this silhouette of the woman. She’s very small on the loom, and pow! A whole bunch of gold explodes behind her. You’re playing with something that’s controllable.”

The explosion of power in “The Wheel of Time” main titles (Imaginary Forces/Amazon Studios

By now, it’s clear why the only Aes Sedai on the show are women and prevalent in the opening sequence, which also highlights the central imbalance on “The Wheel of Time.” 

“It’s gripping from the very first because it’s the story where the women are channeling the power, and the breaking of the world is that rupture between the sexes,” said Fong. “There’s always this tension of balance . . . and when it shifts so one side overtakes, something goes out of whack.”

The Aes Sedai each fall into a specific color Ajah, which indicates their specialty or role, such as healer or warrior. The main titles gives an early glimpse of one when the threads coalesce into the image of the Red Ajah (seen in main photo). “One of our artists, Henry [Chang], did the Red Ajah trick where you have parts of a picture on different layers. But you could only see it visibly if you put the camera right in the right place,” said Fong.

While Imaginary Forces portrays each Ajah in the opening sequence, they’re not modeled after specific actors on the show. For example, the Blue Ajah does not look like Rosamund Pike’s character Moiraine Damodred.

The White and Yellow Ajahs in “The Wheel of Time” main titles (Imaginary Forces/Amazon Studios

“We’re just pinpointing one slice on the Wheel of Time,” said Fong. “What will go on? What has been forever? And what will go on forever? That’s why our Ajahs we’re depicting aren’t the people in the show. They’re kind of composite images, about the ideas of what they stand for.”

Also, the depiction of Ajahs, like the casting on the show, is more inclusive than the traditional fantasy properties like “The Lord of the Rings” and “Game of Thrones.” 

“We were trying to make these amalgamations where it’s very futuristic, giving you the sense that, as the world gets more mixed, cultures kind of mash up together.”

The Brown Ajah in “The Wheel of Time” main titles (Imaginary Forces/Amazon Studios

Each Ajah’s design drew from a range of influences, from art history and fashion to tarot cards and actual historical figures like warriors, nobles and saints. Naturally multicultural influences from Japanese and Chinese to Middle Eastern and African also came into play, whether it’s in the texture of fabrics for each gown to the background imagery.

“Ailis O’Reilly began the design process by collage-sketching each Ajah, working out her pose and dress, and adding diverse influences. An art nouveau motif as part of a headdress, for example, or Chinese-style clouds emitting from a halo,” said Fong.


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“It became evident that each Ajah would need her own distinct nimbus, and that became part of the challenge as well as an opportunity to differentiate the portraits. One has particles influenced by Klimt, while another gets a full-on Russian icon gold disk,” she continued.

“Each Ajah appears in a natural or architectural setting, coming together to hint at the show’s various locales and mix of eastern and western culture. From there, Ella Lee created the final illustrations, using our composite portraits as a reference for her detailed, original renderings.”

The seven ajahs in “The Wheel of Time” main titles (Imaginary Forces/Amazon Studios

Here’s a breakdown of each Ajah by color:

Red Ajah 

The Red sisters hunt down and punish the wrong and dangerous misuse of the One Power, especially by male channelers who can still go mad due to the Dark One’s lingering influence. That’s why she’s pictured with a whip.

Gray Ajah 

“The Gray is into politics and mediations, so she’s got a cape and she’s almost judge-like. We originally did her with red hair, but we turned her hair gray,” said Fong.

Brown Ajah

Th Brown sisters are the gatherers and keepers of knowledge. In her design, she carries a book.

Green Ajah

“Green is the warrior. We took a couple tries on her,” said Fong. “At first she was much more benign when we first had painted her, but then we gave her one arm in armor with her dress. I think I was looking at a fashion designer’s book or something and there was this beautiful gauzy dress that had this piece of armor, and we were also looking at tarot where there’s a lot of Joan of Arc kind of imagery. All of that fed into the Green Ajah.

The Green and Red Ajah concept designs for “The Wheel of Time” main titles (Imaginary Forces

Yellow Ajah

These are the healers, and this is reflected by the way she is holding her hands in the main titles.

White Ajah

“White is logic and philosophy so she’s got a kind of cathedral-like background,” said Fong.

Blue Ajah

The Blue sisters are concerned with causes of righteousness and justice. Although the Blue Ajah depicted  is not based on any of the actors on the show, her face is inspired by one of Fong’s co-workers who is a huge fan of Jordan’s books and offered research insight into that world.

The ajahs unravel in “The Wheel of Time” main titles (Imaginary Forces/Amazon Studios

As soon as all the Ajahs are seen onscreen, however, they start to swirl together like different paint colors, unraveling what has just been woven. This leads to the actual title, “The Wheel of Time” with the wheel behind it, depicted as a dragon consuming its own tail, which is a nod to the ouroboros imagery seen all around the world in Chinese, Greek, Egyptian, Norse and Indian history and mythology, among others. This was a fresh Imaginary Forces interpretation of the logo, different from the ones fans of the books already knew.

“The Aes Sedai have have an infinity serpent that plays very heavily into their symbols and iconography . . . and [showrunner Rafe Judkins]  had these pictures of the Balinese dragons that he had really become enamored of. We worked on the head and a whole exploration of the kind of scales and how much and how little to use. We did not want to make it necessarily that Western dragon you see all the time, but obviously alluding to it as well.” 

The “The Wheel of Time” logo (Imaginary Forces/Amazon Studios

“And one thing that’s sort of interesting that makes for an interesting CG or modeling puzzle is that ours is a Möbius strip; it’s an endless spiral. So it’s not just the ring – that would make it too close to other ring-like properties.”

Fong also points out how the “w” in “Wheel” and “m” in “Time” are the same design but flipped, almost like the concept of Yin/Yang.

And just like everything else associated with the series, the title itself also goes away.

“The idea is that it’s going to unravel as soon as we see it. It’s endless, weaving and unraveling. This ends again with a singular horizon. So the idea is it almost loops. We’re ready – there’s a horizon there built for season 2.

“The Wheel of Time” season 1 is now available to stream on Prime Video. 

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Far-right rushes to denounce Trump after COVID vaccine endorsement

Devoted far-right followers of former President Donald Trump are finally turning on him — and all it took was a series of enthusiastic public statements endorsing COVID-19 vaccines. 

It started on Sunday when Trump revealed during a rally with longtime conservative pundit Bill O’Reilly that he had received a booster shot, a fact that attendees greeted with boos.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t,” Trump responded after hearing the boos. “That’s alright, it’s a very tiny group up there,” he added, pointing to a section of the crowd. 

He doubled down on his endorsement of vaccines Wednesday during an interview with online commentator Candace Owens, saying definitively, “the vaccine worked.”


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“But some people aren’t taking it. The ones that get very sick and go to the hospital are the ones that don’t take their vaccine,” Trump said. “If you take the vaccine, you’re protected. Look, the results of the vaccine are very good. And if you do get it, it’s a very minor form. People aren’t dying when they take their vaccine.”

The comments angered many of Trump’s biggest supporters online, sending alternative social media networks like Telegram and Gab into a frenzy. Prominent conspiracy theorist Alex Jones and “Stop the Steal” organizer Ali Alexander led the charge against Trump, denouncing the twice-impeached former president for the comments.

“Trump, stop. Just stop. Have your position (backed by Fauci) and allow us to have ours (which is backed by science). This losing is getting boomer level annoying,” Alexander wrote on Telegram, Insider reported.

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Jones, who has been a steadfast Trump supporter for years, insinuated that Trump had abruptly switched allegiances as a result of his vaccination.

“Hell, we’re fighting Bill Gates and Fauci and Biden and the New World Order and Psaki and the Davos Group … and now we’ve got Trump on their team!” Jones said during a broadcast of his “Infowars” program Tuesday. 

Even right-wing cartoonist Ben Garrison, who has spent years drawing beefed-up versions of Trump in various states of undress, had enough of the former president’s comments. In a new cartoon this week, Garrison drew a frightened-looking Trump riding on a “vaccine bandwagon” alongside TrumpWorld villains like the “corporate media” and “Big Pharma,” among others. 

The disavowal of Trump’s most devoted followers underscores the extent to which medical misinformation and anti-vaccine sentiment have taken over the conservative base, making even lukewarm endorsements of vaccines off-limits. These are the same people who have stood by Trump through a number of scandals, including bragging about sexual assault on camera, two impeachment trials, and an attempted insurrection at the U.S. Capitol.

The simmering TrumpWorld civil war has also had a similar effect on the community of people who subscribe to the QAnon conspiracy theory — leaving them unsure whether Trump has abandoned the anti-vaccine movement, or is simply following a plan so complicated and secret that they cannot comprehend its inner workings. 

Former Trump attorney L. Lin Wood, who has himself touted various tenets of QAnon, pushed the latter theory, urging the former president’s supporters to withhold their judgement for the time being. 

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“I believe We The People should wait until ALL the facts are known before passing judgment on the President’s wartime strategy and the tactics designed to achieve victory,” he wrote on Telegram. 

Rolling Stone reports the comments caused a fracture in the online message boards where Q followers congregate — a “hornet’s nest,” in Wood’s own words.

“Hornets must not like the TRUTH!!!” he wrote in a subsequent post on Telegram. “You don’t have to agree with every statement President Trump makes or position he takes…. Judge the entire body of President Trump’s world as president… He loves America, freedom, and We the People.”

How pizza fritte brings me home for the holidays

Good food is worth a thousand words — sometimes more. In My Family Recipe, a writer shares the story of a single dish that’s meaningful to them and their loved ones.

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Growing up, every Sunday when church let out, we drove straight to my grandparents’ house. Even with the door closed, you could hear them from the driveway — a crowd of family, friends, neighbors, and the occasional priest or nun gathered in the kitchen. The adults sat around the table or leaned against the butcher block island, laughing with their mouths full; the kids ran in and out of the room playing games. The table would be strewn with Italian food: sausage rolls and meatballs soaking in the sauce my grandmother made that morning; bread, still warm from the bakery down the street; and homemade sausage-in-oil (more on this later), sliced paper thin. My grandfather would invariably be at the stove wearing a grin as big as the giant cast-iron skillet in front of him, a shimmering lake of hot olive oil inside. On the counter, a half dozen balls of pizza dough sprinkled with flour, and a plate layered thick with paper towels.

“How you doin’, Sam?” he’d ask as I sidled up to him at the stove.

“Good, George,” I’d reply, like I had since I was a toddler. George and Sam: pretend names, like a secret handshake.

I lingered as he cut off hunks of dough and picked them up with weathered fingers — calloused and brown from working outside — laying each one gently into the oil bath where they sputtered in the heat. I loved watching them bubble and dance up when they were ready to be flipped to the other side. A minute later, he’d fish them out with the tine of a fork and pile them, dripping, onto the paper-towel-lined plate.

As the last few came out, I’d grab two or three, burning my fingers, but it was the only way to get some without waiting for the next batch. Once they were piled up, he was off — a few quick steps to the table. But before the plate left his hand, they’d disappear in a flurry of fingers. He’d return to the stove carrying the plate, now topped only with oil-soaked paper towels, laughing all the way.

Most of my family liked dipping the hot pizza fritte into a bowl of sugar, pressing it down and flipping it to the other side so the whole thing glistened with crystals. Not me. I preferred it plain: a hot piece of dough, crispy and golden on the outside, soft and bubbly on the inside. Simple and delicious.

When I think back on those days, food was only one part of it. I can trace so many childhood memories back to those Sundays, to the comfort and security I felt in that kitchen.

There was the first Sunday in February when, as other families got ready to watch the Super Bowl, we’d finish our pizza fritte and bundle up in winter coats and hats to begin making “sausage-in-the-oil.” In an unheated sunroom just off the kitchen, we took our places at folding tables that had been pushed together to span the length of it. The adults formed an assembly line of jobs: meat grinder, seasoner, casing filler, link twister, very careful carrier. We kids sat at the very end, our sewing needles at the ready. When the links arrived, we’d prick them with our needles to get out any air bubbles before carrying them up to the attic and hanging them over rafters to dry. Months later, the dried links would be separated, crowded into Ball jars, covered with oil, and sealed tight for the coming year.

One such sausage weekend, I learned a hard truth when I found my grandfather alone at the sink, elbow-deep in an enormous metal bowl of cloudy water. “What’s that?” I asked. He lifted his hands, tangles of white strings spilling through his fingers. “Pig intestines!” he exclaimed, so cheerily I swore he was joking. He was not. As he went on about how and why you need to clean them, I tried not to cry, swearing to myself I would never eat meat again. I did — but could never eat sausage in link form again.

Some Sundays I would stay for a bit after most people left. On those quiet afternoons, I’d help my grandmother make sausage rolls, pulling apart slices of American cheese with my fingers. On one of those afternoons, when I was nine, the phone rang. My 10-year-old cousin was thrown from his bike when a driver in a truck, coming over a hill, didn’t see him. Worry hung over us like a cloud as we awaited further news (he would be in the hospital for months before coming home), but even in that moment of dread, the warmth of the kitchen and the people in it wrapped around me like a blanket. I never wanted to leave.

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I haven’t lived close enough to join those pizza-fritte-filled Sundays for more than 20 years. Regardless of my attendance, the gatherings became fewer and farther between. My cousins and I grew up and started our own families and traditions. Some of us moved away. Our parents took on weekend projects and traveled more. Many of the voices that filled those Sundays with stories and laughter are no longer with us, my grandmother included. Living across the country, our own visits back East became less frequent as our daughter grew older, eventually becoming a two-week trip each July to coincide with my grandfather’s birthday.

In 2020, my pizza-fritte-making grandfather turned 97, and we couldn’t be there to celebrate. Some 3,000 miles away, I found myself craving something — anything — that would bring me home. As the days blurred into one another, I turned to the kitchen, like so many others. Bread one day. Pizza the next. Another bread. Another dough. Soon I was making pizza dough at least once a week.

One day, after a call with my grandfather, I was left feeling helpless and so, so far away. Would my daughter remember him? Would he recognize her? How could I build the kinds of memories I have of family when our family was on the other side of the country? Would she ever find the refuge I once found on those Sundays in the kitchen? …Would I? Then, I remembered a spare ball of dough left over from the night before.

“Would you like pizza fritte for breakfast?” I asked my five-year-old daughter.

I had never made pizza fritte alone, only next to my grandfather, and that was decades ago. But I knew what to do.

I laid the dough on the floured counter and covered it with a towel. After it had warmed to room temperature, I broke off 2-inch pieces, stretched them a bit with my fingers, and laid them gently into the hot pool of olive oil waiting in my cast-iron skillet. When bubbles puffed up to the surface and the edges turned golden, I flipped them with the tine of a fork. A minute later, they were piled onto the paper-towel-lined plate and I was off, carrying them a few steps to where my daughter sat looking at me skeptically. Instead of sugar, I placed a small white bowl filled with a mix of Parmesan cheese, red pepper flakes, oregano, salt, and pepper next to it. Warily, she picked up a piece of glistening dough and pressed it down into the cheese mixture, knowing instinctively to turn it over to make sure every inch was coated. She took a bite. “Mmmmmm,” was all she said before the rest disappeared into her mouth.

I reached for one and took a bite—plain, the way I’ve always liked it—and closed my eyes. For one split second, I was home.

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This past July, my grandfather turned 98. Thankfully, we were there to celebrate with him. Before we ate, the whole family gathered in the kitchen just like we always have. My aunt made a toast and we bowed our heads for grace, my grandfather adding a few words about family, as he always has. In that kitchen where so many laughs have been shared, tears cried, holidays celebrated, pizza fritte eaten, we gathered once more.

For Christmas this year, my daughter has already requested pizza fritte for breakfast instead of the usual waffles. In our California kitchen, we’ll gather around a paper-towel-lined plate, renewing a tradition that will always mean home. I can’t wait to call George and tell him all about it.

 

Recipe: Pizza Fritte

Prep Time: 5 min 
Cook Time: 15 min 
Serves: 2-3

Ingredients: 

  • 1 ball pizza dough at room temperature (we love Marc Vetri’s 3-Day Naples Dough, but any pizza dough will work) 
  • 2 cups olive oil (will vary depending on your pan) 

For Dipping: 

  • 1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese 
  • 1/2 tsp crushed red pepper flakes 
  • 1/4 tsp dried oregano 
  • salt and pepper to taste 

Note: Other good dipping options include warm marinara sauce, granulated sugar or melted chocolate.

Directions: 

  1. If your dough is cold, bring it to room temperature. Cold dough won’t puff up the same way room temperature dough will. This could take up to an hour, so plan ahead. 
  2. Heat an inch of olive oil in a large, high-sided pan or cast-iron skillet. 
  3. When the oil is shimmering, add a pinch of flour to test the heat. If it bubbles up immediately, it’s ready. 
  4. Cut off 2–3-inch hunks of dough and pull each lightly with your fingers to stretch it a bit. Each piece will look slightly different. You can also connect the ends and make an O if you prefer. 
  5. Carefully lay each piece in the oil. Cook a few at a time, but don’t overcrowd. 
  6. While the first batch cooks, get your dips ready. Mix the parmesan cheese, red pepper flakes, oregano, salt and pepper in a small bowl and set aside. 
  7. When the surface of the dough bubbles up and the bottom is turning golden, flip with tongs or the tine of a fork to the other side. 
  8. When both sides are golden, move to a paper towel-lined plate and serve with the dips of your choice.

My grandmother’s chai is the special tradition I’ll keep forever

The sound of my mother’s stainless-steel teapot clanking shut is always my signal that it’s time for chai. Chai has always been a part of my daily culture. As a child, I had the habit of walking around the kitchen table just to smell what was in my parents’ cups.  There was something so intoxicating about that aroma — sweet and spicy, cozy and warm. I started drinking chai at a young age, mixed with plenty of milk when I was too young for the burst of caffeine; even today, when I am most definitely old enough to handle the straight-up version, it is the absolute anchor of my morning routine.

In India, every family has a unique blend and the recipe is a deeply personal representation and tradition. My maternal grandmother’s recipe is the one I cherish most. To celebrate my family’s blend, I created my own version of this special recipe: bursting with ginger and black pepper, and rounded out with cardamom, cinnamon and cloves. 

The very first thing that we offer family and friends when we welcome them into our home is a cup of chai. It is the perfect mix of typical and special: a warm and homey greeting. As we wait for the chai to steep, we typically set out savory snacks, called farsan (in Gujarati) and namkeen (in Hindi). We place the various snacks on a big plate next to the chai for munching and sipping while visiting; there’s no fancy china or elaborate table setting, but just good food, a hot drink, and loving company.

Because chai is typically served sweetened, a salty snack is the perfect accompaniment and adds balance. My favorite of these salty snacks typically include cheese. During my visits to India, when chai was both a morning and afternoon ritual, I would jump for joy when my aunt would pull both paneer and white cheese from the fridge to make an afternoon snack to munch on. It felt like an acknowledgement of the blend of my Indian and American roots — and besides that, it was just so tasty.

As a nod to my aunt, and a combination of my favorite snacks to eat with chai (chili cheese toast and cheese corn toast), I’m also sharing a recipe for Paneer and Corn Puffs to go alongside. This is the best of everything in buttery puff — the warmth of the ginger, complexity from the chaat masala, sweet notes from the corn, and richness from the cheese. It’s the perfect accompaniment to my grandmother’s ginger-forward masala mix.

It is hard not to think about my family’s traditions and cultural heritage when drinking a cup of chai each day. I feel so connected to my roots knowing that I use my grandmother’s recipe in my daily routine: After all, I make the same cup of tea that my mom made while I was growing up, and hers before that. I even have my own stainless steel teapot to complete the experience.

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Recipe: Pooja’s Family’s Masala Chai

Ingredients: 

  • 1 cup water
  • 1/3 cup whole, 2%, or nondairy milk
  • 1 tablespoon granulated sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon chai masala (you can make your own or purchase a pre-ground spice blend)
  • 1 (1-inch) piece ginger, peeled and minced
  • 2 to 3 mint leaves (optional)
  • 1 tablespoon black CTC tea (or loose black tea)

Method:

  1. Add water to a small pot. Place the pot over medium high heat. While water is warming, add 1 tbsp. sugar, 1/2 tsp of chai masala, and 1 inch piece of fresh ginger, minced.
  2. Bring water, sugar, and spices to a boil. When at a rolling boil, add milk and let it heat up. Taste the mixture and adjust sugar and spices to your preference. If using mint, add the leaves now.
  3. When the milk starts boiling, lower the heat and add tea. Stir the tea with a spoon and let the milk mixture and tea boil together for about 45 seconds to a minute — you want to make sure that the tea becomes a golden-amber color. Strain the tea out and enjoy while hot!

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Recipe: Paneer and Corn Puffs

Makes 12 puffs

Ingredients:

  • 1 1/2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 (1-inch) piece ginger, peeled and very finely diced 
  • 1/2 jalapeño, (seeds removed, if desired) and finely diced 
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground turmeric 
  • 1 cup frozen corn kernels
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more as needed
  • 2 cups paneer, shredded (from 6 oz paneer)
  • 1 cup shredded white cheese (my preferred brand is Amul, but a white cheddar or processed mozzarella will work here as well)
  • 1 package frozen puff pastry sheets, thawed overnight in the refrigerator (my preferred brand is Pepperidge Farm)
  • All-purpose flour, for dusting surface and rolling pin
  • 1 teaspoon chaat masala, divided 

Method:

  1. Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper and set aside. 
  2. In a non-stick pan, over medium-heat, warm the olive oil. Add minced ginger, jalapeño, and turmeric powder into the pan and let cook for about 2 minutes, constantly stirring to prevent sticking. Add corn kernels and salt and mix to incorporate and cook, another 2 minutes. Taste and adjust salt. Turn off heat and let cool. 
  3. Mix shredded paneer and cheese together in a medium bowl and set aside.  
  4. Remove one of the two sheets of puff pastry from the refrigerator. Cut into 3 equal rectangles. With the long side facing you, cut each long rectangle in half, creating 6 smaller rectangles.  
  5. Sprinkle a large work surface with flour and dust rolling pin with flour to ensure that the puff pastry does not stick. With a rolling pin, roll out each piece of puff pastry until it is roughly 4 inches by 6 inches in size. Sprinkle each piece lightly with chaat masala.  
  6. Once the corn mixture is cool, mix in cheese and paneer. Fold together until well incorporated. Using a 1/4 cup measurement, scoop the mixture and place it onto a prepared puff pastry piece, just below the center of the piece. Using a wet finger, outline the border of the piece of puff pastry, to ensure that it will seal. Pull the top part of the puff pastry over the bottom, covering the filling. Pinch all sides of the pastry and then press down each side with a fork. Place the sealed pastry onto the prepared baking sheet.
  7. Repeat with the remaining 5 pieces of puff pastry. Remove the second piece of puff pastry from the refrigerator and repeat the process to form an additional 6 puffs.  
  8. Place in the oven for 25 minutes, until golden brown. Let cool on the sheet for 10 minutes before transferring to a wire rack.  Eat warm or at room temperature. Serve plain or with a favorite dipping sauce and a cup of chai.  

Disillusioned supporters rage after being denied service at Trump Grill over vax mandate

Some supporters of former President Donald Trump were left disillusioned when they tried to eat at the grill located in Trump Tower, only to be denied service for not being able to show proof of vaccination.

The supporters filmed a video of their ordeal, in which a security officer explained to them that they needed to show proof of vaccination in order to get service.

“They’re under a mandate,” the officer said of the restaurant. “They don’t want to get in trouble… In any case, right now I’ll tell you now, they aren’t going to seat you.”

“Trump is a fraud if he enforces this!” one upset supporter can be heard saying as the officer spoke.


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At this point, another Trump supporter told the officer that he made a reservation to eat at the grill.

“That’s not a guarantee [of service],” the officer informed him. “That’s not a Constitutional right!”

Another Trump supporter said that the grill had to prove that the unvaccinated patrons would be a public health threat — and the officer laughed and said they didn’t have to do anything of the sort.

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A Nationalist International? Thanks to German taxpayers, the far right gets a global think tank

What alt-right guru Steve Bannon failed to create, German taxpayers have just stepped in to revive: a Nationalist International. Thanks to the German government, the far right is about to get its own well-heeled global think tank, complete with the sort of political academy that was so dear to Bannon’s plan for world domination.

Germany’s gift to the far right is the Desiderius Erasmus Foundation, the public policy arm of the country’s most prominent extremist party, the Alternative für Deutschland (AfD). Erasmus, a Dutch humanist of the Renaissance best known for his ironic essay “In Praise of Folly,” would have been appalled at such a grotesque misappropriation of his name. The AfD, after all, has built its political base on a series of follies diametrically opposed to humanism, from its initial anti-immigration screeds to its current overtures to the anti-vaccination crowd.

Strangely enough, the AfD underperformed in the recent German elections, its parliamentary delegation losing 11 seats. Still, by capturing a little more than 10% of the vote, the party made it into parliament a second consecutive time. As a result, it qualifies for what all other major parties also receive: government support of its foundation. Unless legal efforts to block this largesse succeed, the Erasmus foundation will soon enjoy the equivalent of tens of millions of taxpayer dollars a year.

Consider that an extraordinary shot in the arm for the global far right, since the AfD will be funded to establish outposts of hate throughout the world. The foundation of the left-wing Die Linke party, the more appropriately labeled Rosa Luxemburg Stiftung, already has offices in more than 20 countries. The Green Party’s foundation, named after Nobel Prize-winning German novelist Heinrich Böll, is in more than 30 countries. The far right hasn’t had this kind of opportunity for global expansion since fascism’s heyday in the 1930s.

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The notion that the AfD could engage in anything remotely resembling “political education” should be laughable. But that’s exactly how its foundation plans to use the coming federal windfall: to recruit and train a new generation of far-right thinkers and activists. The Erasmus Stiftung aims to hire more than 900 people for its political academy and allied educational institutions. That’s even more ambitious than the academy of intellectual “gladiators” Bannon once dreamed of creating in a former monastery in the Italian countryside.

The Erasmus website says nothing about its global ambitions. Based on the AfD’s latest platform, however, expect the foundation to gather together Euroskeptics to plot the evisceration of the European Union; advance the AfD’s anti-immigrant platform with counterparts across Europe like Lega in Italy, Vlaams Belang in Belgium, Marine Le Pen’s National Rally in France, and several extremist groups in the Balkans; and pour money into establishing a “respectable” face for white nationalism by networking among identitarian groups in North America, the former Soviet Union and Australasia.

This thunder on the right certainly sounds ominous. And yet, after the defeat of Donald Trump in the 2020 elections, the precipitous decline in public support for President Jair Bolsonaro in Brazil, and the ongoing efforts to counter the far right in Eastern Europe, the prospect of a Nationalist International might seem further away today than, say, four years ago.

One well-funded German foundation is not likely to change that forecast. Unfortunately, the Erasmus Foundation is anything but the only storm cloud on the political horizon.

In reality, the global disillusionment with mainstream politics that fueled the rise of Trump and his ilk has only grown more intense in these last months. New authoritarian populists have consolidated power in places like El Salvador — where President Nayib Bukele calls himself the “world’s coolest dictator” — and are poised for possible takeovers in countries like Chile and Italy. And who knows? Even Donald Trump might claw his way back into the White House in 2024.

In other words, just when you thought it might finally be safe to go back into the international community, the global situation may grow far worse. With the help of German taxpayers and aided by anger over vaccine mandates, a malfunctioning world economy and the enduring corruption of the powerful, the global right could rebound, securing greater power and influence in the years to come.

The building wave of reaction

At this point, by all the laws of politics, Donald Trump should be radioactive. He lost his re-election bid in November 2020 and his subsequent coup attempt failed. He’s had a lousy record when it comes to expanding Republican Party power, having helped that very party forfeit its House majority in 2018 and its Senate majority in 2020. He continues to face multiple lawsuits and investigations. He’s been barred from Facebook and Twitter.

For Trump, however, politics is a philosopher’s stone. He’s managed to transmute his leaden style — not to mention his countless private failings and professional bankruptcies — into political gold. The big surprise is that so many people continue to fall for such fool’s gold.

Because of his fervent, ever-loyal base of support, Trump continues to control the Republican Party and remains on track to run for president in 2024, with no credible Republican competition in sight. Even his overall popularity, which never made it above 50% when he was president, has recently improved marginally from a February low of 38.8% to an almost sunny 43.4%.


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Led by this urban elitist from New York, the Republican Party has all but given up on cities and reliably blue regions of the country. Still, it now controls all the levers of power in 23 states, while the Democrats do so in only 15. With a mixture of gerrymandering, voter suppression, federal stonewalling and a master narrative about fraudulent elections, the Republicans aim to win back control of Congress in 2022 — something the odds increasingly favor — on their way to reclaiming the White House in 2024. At the moment, Donald Trump is the bookies’ choice to win the next presidential election, largely on the strength of not being Joe Biden (just as he won in 2016 by not being Hillary Clinton).

Since he can’t run for king of the world, Trump cares little about building international alliances, but the growing potential for him to return to power in 2024 has inspired right-leaning populists globally to believe that they, too, can lead their countries without the requisite skill, experience or psychological stability. Indeed, from President Rodrigo Duterte of the Philippines to President Daniel Ortega of Nicaragua, being vulgar and vicious has already served a variety of them all too well.

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Even more troubling is the new generation of Trump-style politicians coming to the fore globally. In Chile, for instance, the once-traditional conservative José Antonio Kast has remade himself as a far-right populist and in November won the first round of that country’s presidential elections. Across the Pacific in the Philippines, an all-too-literal political marriage of authoritarianism and populism is taking place as Bongbong Marcos, the son of the notorious former dictator Ferdinand Marcos, has selected Sara, the daughter of Rodrigo Duterte, to be his running mate in next year’s presidential election. Polling already puts them way ahead of the competition. In France, where Marine Le Pen has had a lock on the extremist vote for a decade, journalist Éric Zemmour is challenging her from the right with his predictions of a coming civil war and Muslim takeover.

Meanwhile, Trump’s minions in America are strengthening their international connections to create a global field of dreams. For many of them, Hungary remains the home plate of that very field of dreams. Right-wingers have been flocking to Budapest to learn how that country’s prime minister, Viktor Orbán, transformed the most liberal corner of Eastern Europe into the region’s most reactionary country. (Admittedly, he now faces stiff competition from the Law and Justice Party in Poland and Janez Janša’s Slovenian Democratic Party, among other right-wing forces in Eastern Europe.)

Typically enough, former vice president Mike Pence visited Budapest in September to praise Orbán’s “family-centric” anti-abortion version of social policy. This summer, Tucker Carlson broadcast a full week of his Fox News program from that same city. In the process, he devoted an entire show to Orbán’s virulently anti-immigrant initiatives, headlining it: “Why can’t we have this in America?” In fact, this country’s most reactionary political types are so in love with Hungary that they’re scheduling the annual Conservative Policy Action Conference for Budapest next spring, which will only cement such a transatlantic link.

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Remember, in 2002, Orbán was kicked out of the prime minister’s office after one term in office, only to return to power in 2010. He’s been ruling ever since. The Trumpistas dream of pulling off just such a political comeback in America.

Elsewhere in Europe, the Spanish far-right party Vox has established its own Disenso Foundation to knit together a reactionary “Iberosphere” that includes the Mexican rightextremists in Colombia, the Bolsonaro family in Brazil and even Texas senator Ted Cruz.  But the Western Europe state most likely to follow Hungary’s lead is Italy. Right now, Prime Minister Mario Draghi, the former head of the European Central Bank, presides over a technocratic administration in Rome. Italian politics, however, is heading straight for neofascism. The party that’s only recently surged to the top of the polls, Brothers of Italy, has its roots in a group started in the wake of World War II by diehard supporters of fascist dictator Benito Mussolini. It promotes an anti-vax “Italy first” agenda and, if elections were held today, would likely create a ruling coalition with the alt-right Lega Party and right-wing populist Silvio Berlusconi’s Forward Italy. 

Meanwhile, several right-wing nationalists and populists are padding their CVs for a future role as the head of any new Nationalist International. Russian President Vladimir Putin may have the strongest claim to the title, given his longstanding support for right-wing and Euroskeptical parties, as well as the way he’s positioned Russia as the preeminent anti-liberal power around. 

Don’t rule out Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, though. He’s mended fences with the far right in his own country, while trying to establish Turkey as a regional hegemon. Increasingly disillusioned with his NATO peers, he’s purchased weapons from Russia and even hinted at pushing Turkey into the nuclear club. And don’t forget Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi either. Working overtime to contain China, the Hindu nationalist has also been assiduously cultivating strong relations with the right wing in both the U.S. and Israel.

Creating an actual Axis of Illiberalism from such disparate countries would not be easy given geopolitical rivalries, ideological differences and personal ambitions. Still, the failures of current global institutions — and the liberal internationalism that animates them — provide a powerful glue with the potential to hold together genuinely disparate elements in an emerging right, adding up to a new version of global fascism.

When the future members of a Nationalist International argue that the status quo — a raging pandemic, runaway climate change, persistent economic inequality, staggering numbers of displaced people on the move — is broken and they have just the plan to fix it, plenty of non-extremists are likely to find the message all too compelling. Short on hope and desperate for change, the disaffected and disenfranchised have proven willing to offer the noisy nationalists and reactionary populists a shot at power (which, given their unscrupulous tactics, may be all they need).

Saving the world (from liberals)

One of the most persistent symbols of international politics has certainly been the wall. Think of the Great Wall of China, designed to protect successive dynasties from the predations of nomadic outsiders. Many metropolitan areas around the world have retained some portion of the historic walls that once established them as city-states. The Berlin Wall was the most visible symbol of the Cold War, while Trump’s border wall was the only infrastructure program of his presidency (even if it was never truly built).

The far right is now — thank you, Donald Trump! — obsessed with walls, drawing on not only history but a deep reservoir of fear of the outsider. Like “austerity” for neoliberals, “walls” have proven the far right’s one-size-fits-all answer to almost every question. Immigrants? Wall them out. Climate change? Build walls now to prevent future waves of desperate global-warming refugees. Economic decline? Hey, install those tariff walls. Angry neighbors? Walls of weaponry and anti-missile defenses are the obvious answer.

The far right considers not rising sea levels but globalization — trade flows, the movement of people, expanding international governance — as the tide that needs containing. Far right populists are busy constructing dikes of all sorts to keep out such unwanted global flows and preserve national control in an increasingly chaotic world.

Moving down the great chain of governance, it’s no surprise that the far right also wants to culturally wall off communities to uphold what it calls “family values” against contrary civic values, different religious practices and alternate conceptions of sexuality and gender. It even wants to wall off individuals to “protect” them against intrusive government practices like vaccine mandates. To secure such walls, literal or metaphoric, what’s needed above all are a bloated military at the national level, paramilitaries at the community level and a semi-automatic in the hands of every red-blooded right-wing individual.

Such walls are a hedge against uncertainty, though ironically the far right’s truest contribution to modern political ideology is not certainty, but a radical skepticism. Sure, that ancient right-wing American crew, the John Birch Society, did traffic in conspiracy theories involving Communists and fluoridated water. But that was nothing compared to the way the modern political right has weaponized conspiracy theories to acquire permanent power. With claims of stolen elections, Donald Trump, Benjamin Netanyahu and others have even cast doubt on the very capacity of democracy to represent voters, emphasizing that only populist extremists can represent the “authentic” wishes of the electorate.

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On the other hand, elections that far-right candidates win, like the recent gubernatorial race in Virginia, are automatically defined as free and fair. Radical skepticism about the electoral system, after all, is only a convenient ladder that, once in power, the far right is all too ready to kick away.

The final conspiracy theory to fall will undoubtedly be the nefariousness of the “globalists” who have teamed up to contaminate the “precious bodily fluids” of pure Americans (or Brazilians or Hungarians). As long as liberal internationalists run global institutions like the World Bank and the World Health Organization, “globalists” will be useful bogeys for the nationalists to rally their followers. However, if the Trumps of this world capture enough countries and successfully infiltrate global institutions, then there will be no more talk of evil globalists.

In that worst-case scenario, even a Nationalist International will no longer be necessary as we discover in Hemingway fashion that, for Trump and his kind, the sun also rises. For all practical purposes, right-wing populists will have taken over the world. Given their blithe disregard for pandemics and climate change, such a victory would, of course, be pyrrhic.

Their win, humanity’s loss.

“The Witcher” boss explains how Netflix’s “Witcher” kids show will work

The second season of “The Witcher” has arrived on Netflix, and if it’s anything like the first, it will include a lot of violence, sex and Henry Cavill muttering the f-word under his breath. Based on the fantasy books by Andrzej Sapkowski, it’s not exactly the kind of thing you immediately think to show children.

But Netflix is determined to turn “The Witcher” into a heavy-hitting franchise. It already put one animated prequel movie (with another on the way) and is mounting a live-action prequel series. Most surprisingly, it has a Witcher kids show in development.

How exactly would Netflix make this frightful fantasy world appropriate for all ages? Showrunner Lauren Hissrich broke it down to IGN: “[I]t’s not to say that we’re going to take this universe, and then take out all of the blood, all of the sex, and all of the violence and then just present that back to children,” she said. “To me, the thing that appealed the most in ‘The Witcher,’ aside from the fact that it’s a family, are all of the moral thematics that Sapkowski has in there. His short stories, for instance, are fairy tales. Fairy tales are also written for children. There is a way to adapt these themes and these stories, with different characters of course, that lay the foundation for the ‘Witcher’ world.”

We’re also not going to shy away from some of the more controversial parts of it. We’ve talked a lot about how the Trail of the Grasses will feature in this, because we need it to. Without the Trial of the Grasses it’s not ‘The Witcher. ‘ So those are conversations that we’re constantly having, but I know there’s a way to do it.

What is the Trial of the Grasses in “The Witcher”?

The Trial of the Grasses is the brutal test that young witchers go through before they can officially start their careers. They are injected with mutagenic elixirs that will give them heightened strength, speed and senses . . . if they survive. Many don’t.

Once again, it’s kind of hard to see how Netflix takes something that nasty and makes it palatable. But I’ll withhold judgment until the budding Witcher Cinematic Universe is closer to full bloom.

“The Witcher” is now streaming on Netflix.

Celebrate the holidays with syllabub, the festive cocktail that is the precursor to eggnog

Anthony Caporale, Director of Spirits Education at the Institute of Culinary Education, shares a historic Christmastime cocktail from his off-Broadway show, “The Imbible.”

Most holiday revelers are familiar with eggnog, so why not this season go back in time and try the precursor to this Yuletide staple, the syllabub?

Syllabubs date back to pre-colonial days in England, where eggs and other farm products were rare as land could only be owned by the nobility. Drinks that included milk or cream were considered to be symbols of good fortune, and so they were used to toast the same.

Originally made from wine mixed with frothy cream, syllabubs evolved into beaten drinks that were allowed to separate overnight. The liquid part of the syllabub was sucked through a spout and the foam was eaten with a spoon.

By the 19th century, the syllabub was generally made from whipping cream with sweetened wine flavored with lemon and fortified with brandy. Once this drink arrived in the United States, American farmers (who owned their own land) added eggs to increase the nutritional value and served it at parties on holidays. Thus, the modern tradition of Christmas eggnog was born!

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Recipe: The Imbible Syllabub

Ingredients

  • 1 ounce apple brandy
  • 2 tablespoons sugar
  • 3 ounces milk
  • 2 ounces half and half
  • 1 ounce fresh orange juice
  • 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 3 scrapings lemon zest
  • 1 sprig fresh rosemary
  • 4 ounces lager
  • Fresh nutmeg, for garnish

Directions

  1. In a shaker tin half-filled with ice, add everything but the lager.
  2. Shake until the cream is thickened then add the lager.
  3. Swirl gently to incorporate.
  4. Strain into a wide glass.
  5. Garnish with two shavings of fresh nutmeg.

Note: Beer, wine or cider are all traditional components that can be used. Lager keeps the alcohol content reasonable when you’re using brandy and gives it an interesting flavor.

By Anthony Caporale, Director of Spirits Education at the Institute of Culinary Education

White supremacist Christmas: Those Boebert and Massie “gun photos” are a direct threat

Thomas Massie and Lauren Boebert, two of the most blatantly fascistic Republican members of Congress, are dreaming of a White Christmas — with the emphasis on “White.”

In the spirit of holiday cheer, Massie and Boebert recently shared family Christmas photos on social media — in which every family member is brandishing a gun. There’s nothing unique about them. Such a “tradition” is fairly common among a particular subculture of American gun fetishists and “ammosexuals.” This is but another symptom of America’s unhealthy infatuation with gun violence.

Many responses to Boebert and Massie’s Christmas cards from the mainstream media and other public voices have struck typical notes of performative outrage and disgust. There have been complaints that Massie and Boebert’s behavior is not that of “good Christians.” There was anger at the timing: Both photos were posted on social media within days of a mass shooting in Michigan, in which a 15-year-old boy allegedly killed four of his classmates and injured eight more.

That should not be understood as a coincidence: The Boebert and Massie photos were intentional provocations, demonstrating cruel indifference toward the victims of gun violence, as well as their families and communities.

Others used this episode to point at these two far-right members of Congress as illustrations of how deranged and cartoonish today’s Republican Party has become.

Those reactions are valid in their own terms. But they are also examples of looking but not truly seeing — that is, of failing to understand the message and meaning being communicated in Massie and Boebert’s family Christmas photos.

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Fascism, as an ideology and movement, is contradictory, often incoherent and difficult for outsiders to understand. That is one of its greatest powers. Fascism arouses emotions of shock and anger among its targets and enemies, producing confusion and uncertainty in terms of assessing the danger.

In this moment, we can see the corrosive effects of the Big Lie, along with the many smaller ones that create an alternate reality for its followers. Fascism attacks normal society in many ways, with the aim of overwhelming people and rendering them helpless. 

Too many people in democracies assaulted by fascism choose to hide behind denial, mockery, defensive humor and contempt. It is much easier to make fun of fascists for their evident absurdity than to confront them directly. 

Understood in that light, the Massie and Boebert’s family Christmas photos are revealed as examples of stochastic terrorism, and a specific threat of Christian fascist violence.

In an essay published at Salon, journalist and bestselling author Chris Hedges explained the growth of Christian fascism in America:

The greatest moral failing of the liberal Christian church was its refusal, justified in the name of tolerance and dialogue, to denounce the followers of the Christian right as heretics. By tolerating the intolerant it ceded religious legitimacy to an array of con artists, charlatans and demagogues and their cultish supporters….

These believers find in Donald Trump a reflection of themselves, a champion of the unfettered greed, cult of masculinity, lust for violence, white supremacy, bigotry, American chauvinism, religious intolerance, anger, racism and conspiracy theories that define the central beliefs of the Christian right. When I wrote “American Fascists: The Christian Right and the War on America” I was deadly serious about the term “fascists.”…

Christian fascism is an emotional life raft for tens of millions. It is impervious to the education, dialogue and discourse the liberal class naively believes can blunt or domesticate the movement. The Christian fascists, by choice, have severed themselves from rational thought. We will not placate or disarm this movement, bent on our destruction, by attempting to claim that we too have Christian “values.” This appeal only strengthens the legitimacy of the Christian fascists and weakens our own.

Religion professor Anthea Butler’s insights on the specific phenomenon she calls “White Christianity” are also helpful here. In a recent interview with Salon, she described its basic tenets: “Jesus is white. Jesus privileges white culture and white supremacy, and the political aspirations of whiteness over and against everything else. White Christianity assumes that everybody should be subsumed under whiteness in terms of culture and society. White Christianity assumes that it does not have to look at poverty.”

Massie and Boebert’s Christmas cards, with their heavily armed families, signify white conservatives’ imagined exclusive right to commit lethal violence, especially when directed against Black or brown people, Muslims, Jews, nonwhite immigrants, Democrats, liberals, progressives, left-wing activists or any other group deemed to be the enemy of “real America.”


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Massie and Boebert’s family Christmas pictures are also public statements directed at a broad audience. In an interview with a right-wing talk show, Massie explained his family photo this way: “I crossed guns with family and Christmas, and those are three things that really could trigger the leftists, and I didn’t realize that it would be such an explosive cocktail when you put it together. But it adds up to freedom.”

In these photographs, white identity politics manifest in the form of an “ideal” or “traditional” family, as envisioned by white Christian conservatives. In the white supremacist fantasies and conspiracy theories mainstreamed during the Age of Trump, large white families of that kind are understood to be a counterweight against the “browning of America” or the “great replacement.” 

Massie is presented in his family Christmas photo as a patriarch; his wife and children are depicted as as obedient and subservient to his authority and power.

Boebert’s Christmas photo depicts a somewhat different archetype: the “mama bear” defending her “cubs.” In the absence of their father or other adult males, Boebert is implicitly shown as teaching her sons to become “defenders” of their (white) home and (white) community.

The gun serves as the unifying symbol in these images. In America, the gun is historically a representation of white male power endorsed by God and passed down across generations from father to son. The power of the gun can be shared with the wife and daughters when necessary, but it is fundamentally an object of white male authority and as such is associated with sexuality, family, property, race, gender, patriotism and nationalism.

In his family photo, Thomas Massie is holding an M60 light machine gun. That weapon carries specific symbolic weight in the American popular imagination — especially on the right. The M60 is an iconic weapon of the Vietnam War (and the Cold War era more generally) and was featured prominently in the “Rambo” movies and other action films of the 1970s and ’80s. Along with other firearms such as the AR-15 and M-16 — often described as “freedom rifles” or “modern-day muskets” by right-wing paramilitaries and members of the “Patriot” movement — the M60 is an especially potent symbol of militant white Christianity.

In her recent book “Jesus and John Wayne,” historian Kristen Kobes Du Mez discusses the “distinctive vision of evangelical masculinity” promoted by right-wing Christian media:

Finding comfort and courage in symbols of a mythical past, evangelicals looked to a rugged, heroic masculinity that was embodied by cowboys, soldiers, and warriors to point the way forward. For decades to come, military masculinity (and a sweet, submissive femininity) would remain entrenched in the evangelical imagination, shaping conceptions of what was good and true….

While dominant, the evangelical cult of masculinity does not define the whole of American evangelicalism. It is largely the creation of white evangelicals. The vast majority of books on evangelical masculinity have been written by white men primarily for white men. To a significant degree, the markets for literature on black and white Christian manhood remain distinct. With few exceptions, black men, Middle Eastern men, and Hispanic men are not called to a wild, militant masculinity. Their aggression, by contrast, is seen as dangerous, a threat to the stability of home and nation.

Viewed in a larger societal context, Massie and Boebert’s family Christmas photos stand as a declaration of “white freedom” and white power. Consider the simple comparison: If a Black or Muslim or Latino family had created those images, Republicans, their propagandists and a large proportion of white America would have responded in outrage and panic over the perceived threat of crime and terrorism.

Instead, we have Christmas as a celebration of fascism, and a spectacle in the white-identity culture war against America’s multiracial democracy.

When I was a child, my family did not pose with guns on Christmas Day. We favored music by Motown artists and other soul and R&B singers. My mother insisted on a few gospel tunes, and my father obliged. When it was time to open the gifts, I had the “honor” of playing The Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas album. But our mainstays were songs by Stevie Wonder, Lou Rawls, Eartha Kitt, the Jackson 5, Otis Redding and others such as “Santa Claus is Coming to Town,” “Santa Baby,” “Merry Christmas Baby,” “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” and “What Christmas Means to Me.” The showstopper was James Brown’s “Santa Claus Go Straight to the Ghetto.” 

Looking at the Boebert and Massie family Christmas photos with all those guns, I kept thinking about Black Santa. He’s a fixture in many Black and brown households but a controversial figure on the white right. Black Santa simply allows all children to have a Santa Claus who looks like them (if they choose to).

But Black Santa had best avoid the Boebert and Massie households. The outcome would not be merry or joyous.

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Democrats feared gerrymandering bloodbath — but new analysis finds “surprisingly” good news for them

Many Democratic strategists and activists have been expressing fears that partisan gerrymandering of congressional districts will give Republicans an unfair advantage in the United States’ 2022 midterms. But Data for Progress’ Joel Wertheimer, in an analysis published this week, argues that the redistricting news for Democrats may be better than previously thought.

“Conventional wisdom suggests that, because Republicans control more of the redistricting process than Democrats, they will inexorably benefit from this redistricting cycle,” Wertheimer explains. “But an analysis of each of the 50 states’ specific or expected outcomes leads to the opposite conclusion: when redistricting is finished, more districts in 2022 will be to the left of Joe Biden’s 4.5-point national margin against (Donald) Trump than in 2020, and there is an outside chance that the median seat will be to the left of the nation as a whole.”

Wertheimer adds, however, that his analysis “only looks at whether a seat is to the left or right of Joe Biden’s margin in 2020 and not whether a ‘seat’ is gained or lost in redistricting, as Cook Political does.”

“Given the significantly reduced power of incumbency, the key question for determining power in a given congressional election is the partisan lean of the tipping point congressional district,” Wertheimer notes. “This is also the most relevant small-d democratic concern: in an election that results in a 50.1% to 49.9% split, are the voters in the 50.1% able to elect the Congress of their choosing? Even if Democrats lose power this year, the partisan valence of the map may allow them to regain the House in 2024 — unlike in 2012.”


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2010 saw a major red wave, with Republicans retaking the U.S. House of Representatives that year just as they had in 1994. President Barack Obama, who described the 2010 midterms as a “shellacking” for his party, was reelected in 2012. But Republicans held the House that year and regained the U.S. Senate in 2014.

According to Wertheimer, “In the 25 states that have concluded redistricting or are single-member states, and where the maps are not facing state courts that are hostile to the maps, Democrats have improved their standing compared to 2020 — with a net of 16 seats moving to the left of Joe Biden’s +4.5 national margin in 2020.”

This week, the Cook Political Report’s Dave Wasserman also weighed in on the possible effects of redistricting, tweeting:

The American Enterprise Institute’s Norman Ornstein, in response, tweeted:

Wasserman noted that, nevertheless, Democrats are quite likely to lose control of the House in 2022. And he argued that the party could’ve sustained a much stronger advantage through gerrymandering, had fewer Democrat-controlled states opted for non-partisan redistricting commissions.

Wertheimer, in his Data for Progress analysis, poses the question: “Why is the conventional wisdom suggesting that Democrats are doomed this cycle so wrong?” And he goes on to answer it.

“First, analysts are failing to compare to the relevant baseline: the 2011 redistricting cycle,” Wertheimer argues. “In 2011, Republican trifectas or veto-proof majorities controlled the redistricting of 219 seats, whereas Democratic trifectas controlled the redistricting of just 44 seats, with at-large districts, split control, or independent commissions deciding the remainder. This cycle, those numbers are 193 Republican and 94 Democratic seats, due to Democratic consolidation of power in blue states like New York and the introduction of commissions in a number of states…. Second, Democrats have been much more aggressive this cycle, and in particular are unpacking their own seats.”

Wertheimer continues, “Illinois and Oregon gerrymandered much more aggressively for explicitly partisan purposes than Democrats have in the past…. Third, and conversely, Republicans have not used their gerrymandering power as aggressively as Democrats towards a goal of maximizing the overall partisan lean of the national map.”

The curious tradition of hanging a Christmas pickle ornament on trees

Every family has its own holiday traditions. Maybe they open Christmas presents after dinner. Perhaps they hang stockings up for their pet. Some might display homemade decorations.

Others might hide a Christmas pickle ornament in their tree.

WHAT’S THE DILL?

This tradition, which allegedly has roots in Germany, has been adopted by a growing number of American households in the Midwest and elsewhere. Usually, the glossy green ornament in the shape and texture of a pickle is hung somewhere deep in the tree. The first child to find the pickle on Christmas morning is the recipient of good luck in the coming year and a special gift. (The other children are presumably fresh out of luck.)

Many of these families are under the impression that the Christmas pickle, or Weihnachtsgurke, was brought over to the United States by German immigrants. It’s been said the poverty-stricken people of 19th-century Spreewald, too poor to have actual ornaments, hung pickles instead.

While all of this makes some sense — or as much sense as a brined holiday ornament is ever going to make—the reality is that the vast majority of Germans have never heard of this tradition. In 2016, after word of Americans hanging pickles was picked up by German newspapers, a survey found that 91 percent of German households had no idea about Christmas pickles or what they were intended to represent.

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It turns out that clever marketing may be behind it. When retail giant Woolworths began importing German ornaments in the 1890s, they noted that some were in the shape of a pickle and began ascribing a deeper meaning behind it. This was no ordinary ornament — it was a pickle steeped in the customs of an exotic land.

Much later, in the 1990s, ornament artisans began relating the apocryphal story of the pickle, saying its green color blended with the tree and that a child would be rewarded for their “keen observation” in finding it.

Another far more disturbing folk origin involves an evil shopkeeper in Myra, a town that hosted the benevolent St. Nicholas in the Middle Ages. As the story goes, the shopkeeper enjoyed dismembering children and stuffing them into pickle barrels. St. Nicholas prayed, and the mutilated children emerged from their briny fates alive and well.

Whether it had origins in Spreewald or gruesome fantasies, it seems Americans embraced the tale. One prominent German ornament manufacturer, Lauscha Glass Center, started making the ornaments in the mid-1990s — but only after one of their employees visited Michigan and saw the Christmas pickle adorning trees there. So if you’re looking to do something different this season, consider the pickle. It’s either a German tradition few Germans have ever heard of, or the result of pickled child mutilation. Happy holidays.

This story was originally published in 2018; it has been updated for 2021.

 

How I learned to stop worrying and love Elf on the Shelf

The 2021 Christmas episode of “Bob’s Burgers” starts with son Gene on the floor of the family room before his beloved turntable, clad only in underwear, tinsel draped like a feather boa, and an elf hat. He DJs Christmas music. Channeling Robin Williams, he calls into the mic, “Good morning, little elves on all the shelves!”

The Elf on the Shelf is a seasonal phenomenon I was blissfully unaware of until my son entered kindergarten. One afternoon, my child came home from school breathless with excitement. There was this new creature! It moved around at night! It was magic — you couldn’t touch it. It was connected to Santa Claus and Christmas … somehow.

It took some time for me to unpack that this was a toy, a plastic-faced and felt-bodied toy that other children in my son’s class possessed. Elementary school: where my child learned to wait in line and raise his hand, how to cuss, what outdated gender norms were and how to have very specific toy expectations.

Despite its ethereal properties, the elf was sold in stores, where I grudgingly bought the last one on the shelf that December. The elf came with a book lauding its backstory, which was troubling at best. In stilted verse, it set up the elf as a watchdog for Santa, a scout for reporting bad behavior, or as Salon’s Mary Elizabeth Williams writes: “an Orwellian nightmare.”

If children did anything allegedly bad, the elf would know and tell Santa. If you touched the elf, it would die, basically. The elf was a kind of Mogwai — but no petting!

As a middle man to police kids, the elf toy was, I assume, supposed to make parents’ and guardians’ lives easier around the holidays. It did the opposite.

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The Elf on the Shelf required work: the ceaseless emotional and physical labor of finding new places to put it every night, and new adventures for it to get into which my child could discover, delightedly, the next morning. Because along with being a nanny cam for Santa, the elf was a mischievous imp — at least according to my child, the book, the internet, and the whole terrible, conniving world

One night the elf would spill flour onto the kitchen counter, and write hello in the powdery mess. (Then someone would have to clean the counter and put away the flour.) One night it would TP the light fixture. (Later, someone would have to roll back up the toilet paper, because we certainly couldn’t afford to waste it.) And that someone, every someone, every night or early morning, was me. 

I made the messes on purpose and I cleaned them up. What kind of self-appointed holiday tradition was this?

I’m a single parent, and have been basically since my son was born. It wasn’t my idea to get divorced or rear a child alone, but something not your idea can become your life, easily. And it was mine alone: all the birthdays, all the doctor appointments, all the school days and teacher conferences. And all the Elf on the Shelf. 

I posed the elf in the refrigerator. I posed it at the wheel behind a derailing toy train. Over the years, my son acquired more elves, both those official toys sanctioned by the elf lobby (Big Elf) and knockoffs, a virtual elf army whose limbs grew soft and whose cloth bodies attracted cat hair. Once or twice, I jolted up at two in the morning, remembering the elves. I had to move the elves!

Then the strangest thing happened. I didn’t totally hate it? 

I was completing a PhD when my son was born, and in the years after, I struggled to find enough employment for us to get by. Most of my life was working or looking for more work. I taught part-time; I worked as a freelancer. Thinking up scenarios for the stupid elf dolls brought a tiny spark of low-stakes joy back into stressful and unsuccessful-feeling adult life.

It was something just for pretend, just for us. I excelled at it.

And my son made it worth it. We never did the elf-as-Santa’s-watchful-lackey thing, and after using kitchen tongs to move the toy around to avoid “losing its magic,” we abandoned that idea too. I read the book once to him, not knowing what I was in for; we made fun of the maniacal illustrations, then promptly got rid of the source text. We were going to use the elf our way, which was purely for fun.

My son appreciated my ridiculous scenarios: the elves on his skateboard, holding a tiny toy skateboard. The elves writing on the bathroom mirror in my lipstick: We’re back! He believed my handwriting was not my own, loopy and disguised, when the elves left him a letter written in special green ink, encouraging him in his artwork and praising his kindness. He saved the letter. He looked forward, every December morning, to new elf magic.

Then he started to grow up.


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Now a tween, my son no longer believes in a lot of magic. The gift he wanted most of all this Christmas was not a toy, but hooded sweatshirts. So, I was surprised, early this December, when he brought up the elves and asked tentatively: “I know it’s not real. But can we still do it?”

He’s posed on that knife-edge between childhood and teendom, and flashes between each, sometimes in the same breath. 

So much magic has been taken from my child and all children. So much childhood has been taken: birthdays and graduations, family visits and vacations, sleepovers, school trips and just plain ordinary school days — even the simple act of playing on playgrounds. If I can bring a tiny bit of magic back and help it last a little longer, if I can make this difficult time a little easier, I’m going to do all that I can.

Get in, loser elves. We’re making magic.  

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Best of 2021: My mother and I haven’t talked about the Atlanta spa attacks

Over the last two weeks, when I scrolled through social media, I saw a theme emerge again. This time, it wasn’t black squares, but a new hashtag, #StopAsianHate, attempting to make something known that I’ve been writing about for more than a decade. I watch an Asian American comedian with thick, straight bangs pronounce, carefully, the names of six women. I read through “Minor Feelings” and find Cathy Park Hong’s words ring truer, louder: “This country insists that our racial identity is beside the point, that it has nothing to do with being bullied, or passed over for promotion, or cut off every time we talk.” I send a video of a bumbling Atlanta cop to my husband.

Today, I make a list of the Asian American women who raised me: my massage therapist half-Japanese mom; her older sister, my neighborhood-walking, visor-wearing Japanese auntie; and my octogenarian Filipina paternal grandmother currently holed up in her house (fully vaccinated, thank goodness). I think about my white grandfather and then I think about everyone’s white grandfather. The ways we learn to talk about them: sorting pennies and playing computer chess, taking care of their progeny or truly loving their wives. I am not here to make any claims about anyone’s origin story except for mine. Part of me knows the secrets are dark and hold shame. I am probably a product of someone’s fetishism. I am a person who exists because of and despite white supremacy. And how do you decolonize when you are a product of colonization?

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I don’t have answers, only questions at this point. I know that something horrible happened to my Japanese aunt that made her lose her mother tongue. I know that my white grandfather married two Japanese women: the first was my maternal grandmother, who died before I was born. I know that this grandfather thinks he saved her. They met in Japan when he wore a khaki Air Force uniform, according to a vague letter that gave me more questions than answers.

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My mom once told me that people discriminated against her for being too white in her Hawaiian high school. Her last name was white because her dad was white. Her Japanese mother was hidden in so many ways. In the crevices of memories and stories, in a dark bowling alley snack bar working as a cocktail waitress, in a foggy story about her upbringing in a brothel, the way she died and no one but her new husband knew where she was buried. This woman does not show up on my mother’s face much. One of my mom’s eyes has a droopy lid — she jokingly calls it her “Asian eye.” Before that asymmetry, she always identified as a half-white girl. The other half (the Asian half) invisible or ambiguous. Even her email address means half-(white) foreigner.

When my sister was little, we watched the movie “Corrina, Corrina,” starring Whoopi Goldberg, and she was outraged at the way Whoopi’s character is treated. She said, But we’re all Black, except for mom. (We are not Black; our dad is Filipino.) In the early 1990s, “The Ernest Green Story” came out as a made-for-TV movie. My dad watched it in front of me, seven or eight years old. First day of desegregation and a girl spits the N-word at the main character, teenage Ernest Green. What is that? I ask my dad. He just says, It’s very bad. Then she is the N-word, I tell him, but I say the whole word, pointing to the blonde bully in saddle shoes. I do not remember what he said to me next, but I got in trouble. I felt as if I’d done something wrong, but I did not understand what. These two examples are representative of our education about race and identity as children.

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When I was in my twenties I argued with my mom about that racial slur, a thing I had learned to keep out of my mouth, a thing whose history evaded me until I asked the right people the right questions, read and listened. I don’t remember how it came up. Maybe it was the comfort with which it sat in her mouth. A round, heavy stone. She didn’t use it as a slur, but referred to it, pronouncing the R, and when I cringed, she argued that words don’t have power. She said this to me, a writer, and it was hard for me to guard my little heart and tell her, Oh yes, they certainly do! I probably said something about history and memory and hatred, about how a word like that doesn’t exist for a person like her, so there’s no way for her to really understand how it feels. At the end, I felt I made a strong point and she understood. I do not know if we could have a productive conversation like that today.

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I thought talking to my 80-year-old conservative Filipina grandmother about police brutality and racism would be hard. She surprised me — she was incredibly receptive. She even told me a story about how police in SWAT team gear, with guns drawn, surrounded her townhouse once while she was at work. (She lived in a predominantly Black neighborhood then, and currently lives in a very white neighborhood, three houses down from my mom, her ex-daughter-in-law.) When I asked, Do you think that kind of response: having guns pointed at your house, was necessary? Do you think they would have done that in this neighborhood? She thought for a moment, and replied, No. I asked her to read “The Letter for Black Lives” in Tagalog. She has lived here since 1976 and speaks and reads English as well as Tagalog. I won’t pretend that she didn’t sow anti-Blackness in my childhood brain when she made comments about her Black neighbors, or that she doesn’t uphold white beauty standards as a symptom of the Philippine colonizer’s mentality. But acknowledging this country’s “brutal truth,” as James Baldwin puts it, is at least a step in the right direction.

My mom is different, somehow: harder to reach. The pandemic has not, as it has for many folks, allowed her to reassess the ways she might contribute to or benefit from a capitalist, white supremacist patriarchy. Instead it has intensified the rate at which she consumes conspiracy theories. Since last summer, my mom and I have argued about masks and vaccinations. I am for them; she is not. We step into our same worn rolls of argument, and I’m suddenly 14 again. She condescends to me: Use your brain. Think critically! She asks if I even know someone who has been affected by COVID-19? Yes. And are they dead? No. So that means, ostensibly, that because she is not personally affected (yet) and does not know people affected, that it does not exist in her reality. This seems to be her same approach to the damaging effects of racism and white supremacy.

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The last time I talked to my mom about racism I was in grad school, teaching bell hooks and Baldwin to white kids in Indiana. She told me that I was giving racists power by reacting or expressing my anger and exhaustion. She told me a story about her full-Japanese half-sister, my auntie, who would just let it roll off her back: One time someone bumped her in TJ Maxx and said, Watch it Toyo! She didn’t let it bug her, my mother said. That same aunt once told my mom that sometimes she was surprised to see a Japanese woman in the mirror, that she expected to see a white woman. Maybe she didn’t let it bug her because she didn’t feel that it applied to her. What happens when you embody, celebrate, take pride in, and identify with the part that they are insulting?

In “Killing Rage,” bell hooks describes a specific kind of rage in response to racism, and explains why she does not remain silent: “Rage can act as a catalyst inspiring courageous action. By demanding Black people repress and annihilate our rage to assimilate, […] white folks urge us to remain complicit with their efforts to colonize, oppress and exploit.” The type of silence my mom wants us to perform does feel akin to both assimilation and colonization. The English in our mouths asks us to pronounce politely. We are conditioned to fake-laugh along for their comfort because it’s just a joke. I understand that defense mechanisms are sometimes necessary for survival. However, absorbing the blows, the micro- and macro-aggressions, keeping your head down and working hard, not reacting: these do not empower me. These non-reactions do not give me agency. I refuse to prioritize a stranger’s comfort over my own. I refuse to believe that my discomfort or anger gives an ignorant person power. Fuck that. I am not white-passing, I do not have a white person’s last name. I am an obviously brown, tattooed person. I am visible in all the ways that make racist people squirm or grimace: Because I exist, and I am not sorry. In a time when six Asian American women were murdered, in a time with record hate crimes against AAPI folks, I am terrified and sick and exhausted. I am full of rage. I picture my own family’s faces in each news story.

My mom and I have not spoken about the Atlanta shooting, and part of me wonders if she even sees herself (or her own mother or sister or daughters) in those women. The truth is that we haven’t talked because it’s difficult to talk to her. Any attempts to have conversations about race and history are ignored or evaded. I can’t make assumptions about how she may or may not identify with these victims; based on the ways she talks (or doesn’t talk) about race, I think she leans on her whiteness to distance herself from issues that POC typically experience. Maybe what I am saying here is that it’s safer for her to identify and see herself as half-white, and it’s part of her privilege that she can make that choice. However, the rest of us in the family are not half-white, so her denial can’t cover us all. 

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I have not let my son spend time at my mom’s house since she left the state for a conference in the summer of 2020 and posted a photo using the hashtag #NoMasks. I have a hard time talking to my husband about it without yelling. He flinches sometimes at the barrage of response meant for my mother. Can I say, too, that she used to be the most progressive liberal person I knew? She ranted angrily about George W. Bush when I was in high school, but has fully done a Kanye West-style 180. In the last 15 years I have had several impassioned arguments with her about words she should not use. Two weeks ago, she posted about Dr. Seuss’s books, and claimed that caricatures of Asians do not offend her, but banning books sure does!

How do you mend a relationship when it feels like your own family denies your experience? How much impact can a conversation have when the person you are speaking with digs their heels in, doesn’t respond, or responds by gaslighting? Our communication has been bruised since our first pandemic argument last summer. I craft carefully edited statements that I agonize over for days before sending, she responds with links to platforms that brag about their “lack of censorship” and promoting “free speech,” despite the fact that it’s often misinformation or hate speech, and videos that deny the effectiveness of masks or spread conspiracy theories about the pandemic. My sister’s tactic is to send her jokey responses or treat her like someone passing out fliers on a busy street corner: No thanks! Have a good day! My three-year old is asking about seeing his grandmother. My dad asked me and my sister to please talk to her. What can we even say that hasn’t been said already?

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