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Real crab — not imitation krab — is an ingredient I’m willing to fight for

Back when my wife Caron and I were engaged, she volunteered some startling information about herself: She makes her seafood salad with fake crab. 

“You need the imitation crab meat to make a good seafood salad,” she told me. “It enhances the flavor!” 

My mind went dark. I began to question my relationship with Caron, our engagement, and the life we planned on spending together. How could a woman I loved so much say something so offensive, so hurtful, so painful? I hadn’t even asked her about seafood salad — she brought it up. We had been having a great night and she just ruined it, for no reason at all. I prayed that she was joking, but she wasn’t.

I know this may sound dramatic, but I am not overreacting. We are from Baltimore, home of the best crab meat in the universe. That is not up for debate. Baltimore’s crab cakes are so good people come from all over the world to eat them. So good Oprah has them delivered across the country. So good I would never ever eat a crab cake in another city, state or country, and Caron knows this. So where did this allegiance to fake crab meat come from? Was she sick? Should I drug test her? Did she own stock in a krab company? Do I even know this woman?

Her unexpected comments did more than ruin our night and draw a permanent wedge in the food side of our relationship. They pushed me back into the darkness of my adolescent years, where I first learned about crabsticks.  

* * * 

One morning when I was just a kid, I woke to Luther Vandross screaming, “Never too much, never too much, never too much!” from the flat speaker propped in the kitchen window. Old Bay, mixed sizzling crab meat, something cinnamon, and a fruity aroma pulled me out of bed and toward the kitchen. I cut through the clouds of fog — Dad was excellent behind the stove, but he always cooked with the jets on high, leaving the batteries in our smoke detector dead — and landed next to my father, gently placing fried crab cakes into a bowl layered with a napkin or two to soak up the grease.  

“What you makin?” I asked. 

“Crab cakes, crab balls, seafood salad, and a 7 Up cake,” he answered, restarting song to the beginning. “I can’t fool myself, I don’t want nobody else to ever love me,” Luther sang, my dad two-stepping and spinning between the sink and stove.

I never asked Dad to teach me how to cook or even how to help. It’s not that I didn’t have an interest, because I did. I just never wanted to bother him. He looked so happy in the kitchen, so at home, smiling like Michael Jordan after he hit the game-winning shot. The way Dad would mix peppers and spices, season the food then taste, season and taste again, sometimes sniffing and adding a dash of this and a dash of that, sweating, while dancing to the music and celebrating his creations — I did not want to get in the way of that. Also, dinners like this seafood feast, they weren’t really for us; usually he cooked like that for a family function, or one of his Narcotics Anonymous meetings, or some other special event. Dad did cook for us when he had the time, but he worked and ripped and ran a lot, so I grew up eating out of corner stores and carry-outs mostly. I knew if Dad was into making a meal at this level, with this much seafood, then something special had to be going on. 


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“Try this, I did something a lil different,” Dad said, scooping up a hunk of seafood salad onto a paper plate and. I stabbed into it with my fork and pulled out a nice-sized shrimp covered with his trademark mix, the perfect combination of sweet and spicy with a crunch. Dad the seafood master, I thought, as I started to devour the rest.

I should mention that eating seafood salad is a big deal to me, because the base is always mayonnaise and I hate mayonnaise more than anything. But whatever Dad cut the mayo with was so good I would almost forget it was held together with that awful condiment. As I enjoyed his godly salad — shrimp, crab meat, seasoning, how it all mixed together — I came across an unidentifiable chunk. It was smooth — almost too smooth. I took a piece of my paper towel, wiped Dad’s mix off and slowly examined the strange protein from all sides: chalky white on one side, light red on the other.

“Dad, what is this?” I asked.

“That’s crab meat,” he said placing the huge 7 Up cake on a glass plate and covering it with two layers of aluminum foil. 

I’m only nine years old, but by that time I’d eaten plenty of crabs in many forms — crab dip, jumbo lump crab cakes, snow crab legs so hard my mom had to break them open for me, crab pasta, crab stew, crab pretzels, and even crab potato chips — and I had never, ever seen or eaten anything like this. 

“This crab stuff,” I said. “Is this the new ingredient?” 

“Yeah boy, you like it?” Dad said as he tossed a huge package of it onto the kitchen table. I studied the contents — long sticks of smooth meat — with disgust. Then I unzipped the plastic and took a healthy sniff. It gave me Play-Doh mixed with tuna, sprinkled in plastic. 

“Damn, dad!” I yelled in a panic. “This s**t stinks!”  

Dad always got a big laugh out of me using profanity, a bad habit that started back when I was five years old, repeating Eddie Murphy’s ’80s stand-up routines, so I didn’t get in trouble. But he did get mad at me for trashing his special new ingredient. 

“You sound like a lil snob,” Dad scoffed. “You too good for fake crab sticks?” 

I didn’t have the language in that moment, but I had a feeling — a very strong feeling. And if I can articulate that feeling today, it would sound like this: “Yes, Dad! I am too good for imitation crab meat. And if that makes me a snob, I’m OK with that!”  

* * *

Imitation crab meat is available in a few forms: sticks (like Dad used), shredded and flaked. The main ingredient is surimi — a processed gel made from inexpensive whitefish — mixed with water, starch, sugar, egg whites, vegetable oil, salt and additives, which can include gums, red colorants, glutamates (I do not know what that is), real crab extract, artificial crab flavorings, mirin and sodium benzoate. So it is made from seafood, but the result isn’t crab. It’s a whole other thing.  

Dad would tried to get me to understand the flavor and the quality introduced into his recipe by this new texture, not to mention the price difference, as he tried to convince me why imitation crab meat made so much sense. But something inside me would never listen or be able to conform. Maybe because I’m from Baltimore, home of jumbo lump crab meat — the kind of glorious, fluffy, chunky bright white crab meat I’d risk my life for, and I’m extremely proud of that heritage. After my dad introduced me to counterfeit crab, I started noticing it spreading throughout my neighborhood. Not just my aunts and grandma, but friends and family members, too — all started popping up with fake crab meat by the boat load. I would go to my neighbor’s house and open the refrigerator only to see bricks on bricks of fake crab sticks on ice. Guys were selling it on a corner and out of car trunks. 

Even the owners of my favorite Korean food spot gave me a free order of fried imitation crab sticks to go with my weekly box of shrimp fried rice with extra shrimp. “Hello, no!” I said, and gave them back and ran out of the store with my rice. I did not see an end in sight. I became suspicious; at cookouts and parties and events I’d walk past the seafood salad as if it were as pointless as potato or macaroni salad. (Yes, I am a Black person who hates all mayonnaise-based salads except seafood.) Big plates of seafood salad once allowed me to survive social functions without people looking at me and saying, “What kinda crazy person doesn’t eat potato salad?” Imitation crab entering my life forever robbed me of that bit of normalcy. 

* * *

“You are crazy,” Caron said. “Where did I find you?”  

In seafood heaven, I thought but did not say.

After having a long talk with myself, I decided not to let seafood salad ruin our relationship. After all, both my dad and my wife love imitation crabmeat. It makes them happy, and they’re not alone. It’s a long established ingredient in Japanese and other Asian cuisines, with its own preparations and place at the table. 

If Caron makes her version of seafood salad, I can decide to eat out, and we will both be OK with that. That’s how I handled Dad’s incorporation of the sticks into his salad. But I would be lying if I told you I did not miss it. Yes, I still hate fake crabmeat, but I miss my Dad’s cooking. Or I miss watching him cook and seeing how happy it made him. Dad moved away in 2008, then kidney failure brought him back to Baltimore in 2017. Since then he’s had multiple surgeries, a stroke, brain hemorrhaging, and was hospitalized for over a year. His memory is coming back now, but he hasn’t gathered the strength to dance and cook like he used to. I’d do anything to see him happy in the kitchen one more time. I’d eat a whole bowl of fake crabmeat. 

The only way for me to reclaim the feeling I got from my father’s original salad is to offer my own recipe. If you’re looking for precise measurements or specific instructions, I don’t cook like that. Everything must be eyeballed. Feel and taste your way through it. 

The D. Watkins Seafood Salad 

Mix together the following ingredients:

  • Shrimp: Extra, extra, extra shrimp. Get the biggest ones you can find, and pluck those nasty veins out.
  • Real crab meat: I’m talking jumbo lump, no backfin, and spend like you just got a raise and a promotion, like you hit the lottery, six figures in one serving.
  • Lobster: Because yeah.
  • Rotini or shells: These are the noodles that work. Some other kinds of noodles are acceptable, but never use spaghetti for seafood salad. Spaghetti is like the Tito Jackson of noodles. Cook and chill. 
  • Mustard: To taste. Always buy the fancy kind.
  • Old Bay Seasoning: Hell yeah, it’s beyond essential. Go crazy with it.
  • Celery: Make it crunchy, but don’t go crazy.
  • Sea Salt: Enhance the flavor, but don’t go crazy.
  • Seafood seasoning: Go crazy.
  • Parmesan: You better go crazy.
  • Cayenne Pepper: I would go crazy, but you season to taste.
  • And finally, mayonnaise: Just enough to create the perfect consistency. Don’t go crazy. You know how I feel about mayo.

Teachers struggle to deprogram kids from QAnon and anti-vax beliefs after parents radicalize

A sizeable number of students returning to school need to be “detoxed” from QAnon-inspired lies they soaked in — often from their parents — while away from class because of the pandemic, CNBC reports.

“Teachers across the country face a vexing and evolving challenge as the new school year begins and students return to the classroom following a roughly 18-month hiatus from normal in-person learning,” the report says. “Since the last time full classrooms congregated, a whole industry of misinformation has exploded online, spreading conspiracy theories on everything from the alleged steal of the presidential election, which Joe Biden won, to the prevalence of microchips in Covid-19 vaccines.”

Citing studies showing that 15% of Americans believe QAnon conspiracies and 22% self-identify as anti-vaxxers, the CNBC piece describes the special challenges posed to educators “by the combination of misinformation on social media and a growing population of duped and radicalized parents.”

Here’s more from the CNBC story:

“It’s bad enough that kids are exposed to dangerous untruths across their favorite social media apps like FacebookYouTubeand TikTok. An equally large problem is that, while stuck at home during the pandemic, many students had their days of virtual schooling interrupted by screaming parents, who themselves had fallen deep into the internet’s darkest rabbit holes.”

CNBC spotlighted the work of Alabama seventh-grade teacher Sarah Wildes, who described the challenge of reaching kids who “were at home consuming this information without really being able to bust out of their own bubble having been in quarantine. They were starved for guidance on how to navigate all the things that they were seeing.”

Wildes says she’s leaning on the News Literacy Project (NLP), a non-profit in Washington, D.C., that last year developed Checkology, an online tool for educators to help students spot and dispel misinformation.

Since Checkology was launched in May 2016, it has registered more than 1.3 million students and nearly 36,300 teachers, CNBC reports.

Nothing sacred: From Jefferson to Jan. 6, America’s toxic mythologies are destroying us

One of the great myths of the United States is that rebellion and insurrection are among the necessary components of patriotism. Myth-making provides the U.S. a way to recycle its gory mess of violent anti-government white supremacy and white privilege into something sacred. Perhaps no nation has accumulated more myths about itself in its short 245 years of existence than America, which has used those myths to justify everything from Indigenous genocide and slavery to dropping nuclear weapons on Japanese cities at the end of World War II. 

The defenders of and the deflectors from the Jan. 6 insurrection have been spinning a new tale for the world for months now. Rep. Andrew Clyde, R-Ga., said in May, “There was no insurrection, and to call it an insurrection, in my opinion, is a bold-faced lie.” Rep. Paul Gosar, R-Ariz., an ardent Trump supporter, defended the insurrectionists under investigation and arrest for their roles in the Jan. 6 riot. “The DOJ is harassing peaceful patriots across the country,” Gosar said on May 12. As author Mychal Denzel Smith put it in a recent article for New York magazine, “If we let the mob participants and sympathizers claim their own version of the narrative, it will be told through a righteous lens.” They have already laid the groundwork for making the House hearings on Jan. 6 a dog and pony show.

This sort of mythological alchemy dates back to America’s violent beginnings. “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure,” founding father and third president Thomas Jefferson wrote in a letter to William Stephens (future president John Adams’ son-in-law) in 1787. Jefferson wrote this during the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia, in which Massachusetts had threatened open rebellion against a new centralized federal system of governance. In his letter to Stevens, Jefferson also wrote, “What country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them.”

Aside from owning slaves and his love affair of statutory rape with Sally Hemings, Thomas Jefferson was also one of America’s first great myth-makers. With white America’s first big insurrection in Bacon’s Rebellion, Jefferson as president tried to plaster over the bedrock reality of open rebellion against extreme class inequalities among Englishmen that developed in colonial Virginia and elsewhere. 

Many historians place special emphasis on Bacon’s Rebellion of 1675-76 as a biracial and cross-caste coalition that violently threatened to overthrow Jamestown’s plantation-slavery social order. But even this story’s cleaned-up version ends with the post-Jamestown government passing the Virginia Slave Codes at the turn of the 18th century, assigning nearly all remaining Black indentured servants to slavery. The codes also segregated ordinary whites and enslaved Blacks from contact in the public sphere, making an armed rebellion across racial and class lines nearly impossible.

The unvarnished truth is that ordinary white male colonials wanted plantations of their own. The ruling plantation class already possessed the best lands in the Tidewater region around Jamestown by 1650. Between 1665 and 1675, white settler-colonizers attacked and massacred the Susquehannock, the Patawomeck, the Rappahannock and the Occaneechi people, without the colonial assembly’s permission. They stole land as far north as the Potomac River, near the spot where Washington, D.C., is today. 

Among the leaders for these raids, Nathaniel Bacon was an English aristocrat who had moved to Jamestown and bought himself two plantations along the James River. His plan for bringing prosperity to the white and Black indentured servant class was simple. Take more good plantation land from “heathen” Indigenous tribes. Bacon’s main grievance was that colonial governor William Berkeley had “expressly countermanded and sent back our army by passing his word for the peaceable demeanor of the said Indians,” especially “when we might with ease have destroyed them who then were in open hostility.”

Jefferson mythologized Bacon’s Rebellion into the post-American Revolution ideal of fighting against the tyranny of colonial rule and the need for Bacon and others to have full political representation. He erased the why behind the rebellion. In finding an obscure 1705 tract that recalled Bacon’s role, President Jefferson and his friend Mr. Wythe in 1804 defended Bacon. “The candour and simplicity of the narrative cannot fail to command belief,” as the tract’s author was “a planter,” just like Bacon, and like Jefferson himself. “Bacon will no longer be regarded as a rebel, but as a patriot,” Jefferson and Wythe wrote in a letter to a local Virginia editor, because “insurrections proceed oftener from the misconduct of those in power, than from … the People.”

Like so many of the founding fathers, Jefferson was guilty of narcissistic double-speak. By agrarian democracy, Jefferson really meant an Eden in which “planters” like Bacon were the real “patriots,” where rebellions and Indigenous genocide and wealth through African enslavement were patriotic callings. “Game recognize game,” as rapper JT the Bigga Figga once put it, this game being about elite planters as essential in ruling everything in America, including its history. This kind of myth-making accounts for why boards of education and state legislatures are banning any legitimate revisions to history that show white folks as bad actors. These myths are why millions of Americans refuse to “mask up” and “vax up” in the middle of a deadly pandemic. They are why many refuse to call Jan. 6 an insurrection. It disrupts their ongoing fantasy novel, “America the Beautiful.”

The malignancy of individualism is so much about privilege to the point of narcissism, blinding millions to the reality that their so-called patriotism is lethal to the world. This is why I hold few things as sacred. The sacred is where all the myths are, covering up all the ugliness people and nations like the U.S. justify. To destroy oppression, we must destroy the sacred, the myths that chain us all.

A hard look at the “dirty work” nobody wants to celebrate this Labor Day

In his new book, Dirty Work: Essential Jobs and the Hidden Toll of Inequality in AmericaNew Yorker writer Eyal Press profiles the workers we won’t see politicians sidling up to for photo ops this Labor Day. He writes about drone operators, prison guards, poultry plant workers, and oil riggers. They do our dirty work and, as Press shows, they pay a price for it.

Flor Martinez, a Texas poultry plant worker, devours painkillers at the end of her grueling shifts. Stephen Stone’s dangerous job on the ill-fated Deepwater Horizon drilling rig puts him in the way of a massive explosion that almost cost him his life. But Press is most interested in documenting a kind of hazard that is not typically accounted for in government safety reports: what he calls “moral injury.” He borrows the term from military psychologists. It describes the impact of having to carry out tasks that violate a person’s core sense of self.

Those psychic injuries can take a physical toll. Harriet Krzykowski, a mental health counselor, is so traumatized by the moral compromises her harrowing prison job entails that her hair begins to fall out in clumps. An analyst with the military’s drone program suffers headaches, night chills and joint pain. Press’ project is to ensure that a complacent public — those of us who consider ourselves at a remove from the jobs he describes — takes responsibility for our part in creating the conditions that allow “dirty work” to occur.

The book, published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, has particular resonance in a post-COVID world that has highlighted the divisions between those forced to work in hazardous conditions and those with the luxury to shelter at home. It also provides a framework to examine a decades-long war in Afghanistan staffed by a military whose casualties are increasingly borne by those from less affluent communities. Would the occupation of that country have continued for so long if the sacrifice that accompanied it had been more broadly shared? Press sat down with Capital & Main for a phone interview about his book.

 

Note: This interview has been edited for length and clarity.

Capital & Main: Can you start us off by defining “dirty work”?

Eyal Press: Dirty work in my book refers to an unethical activity that society passively condones but doesn’t really want to hear too much about…It’s work that causes substantial social harm, harm to other people or to the environment or nonhuman animals. The second feature is that it causes harm to the people who do it because it makes you feel tainted and implicated in this harm.

You begin the book with the story of a mental health worker who is keeping quiet about abuses that she’s witnessing at a private prison in Florida. The toll of the silence is really heavy. Can you talk about her?

I write about a mental health aide named Harriet Krzykowski who’s been hired to work at this prison in Florida. She quickly realizes that there’s abuse going on: Tthe guards are starving some of the prisoners, denying them meals and also verbally and physically abusing some of the prisoners.

A basic tenet of medical ethics is that you advocate for your patients and you protect them from harm…but Harriet works in a prison where guards call the shots and also provide her with security.

Early on in her tenure there, she complains when the guards aren’t letting prisoners into the rec yard, where they get fresh air. They immediately retaliate against her for this complaint by leaving her alone in the rec yard and in group sessions that she runs. She feels very unsafe and, on one occasion, she’s nearly assaulted.

So Harriet learns the lesson that every mental health professional in a prison learns, which is: Don’t defy security. But that self-protective move gets really troubling when she comes to work one day and hears that a prisoner named Darren Rainey was locked in a scalding shower, which he couldn’t turn the water off because it was controlled from the outside by guards.…Rainey collapses in the shower and dies a very gruesome death. Burns were found all across his body, the autopsy photographs would later show, and Harriet hears all this from nurses at that facility.

She’s horrified. But no one on the mental health staff reports it. Here is an example of what I mean by dirty work: the harm to the prisoners, to Rainey, and to others. But it’s also the harm to the workers who become accomplices. And on one level you could say, well, they deserve the harm they’re getting. But when they read Harriet’s story, readers need to ask themselves how differently they would act in that situation. And the real problem is the structural situation, which is that this care is being provided in a violent and brutal environment.

Bill Curtis, a corrections officer from another prison, justifies his failure to blow the whistle on the brutality he’s witnessed by saying, “The citizens of Florida got what they paid for.” What does he mean by that?

In the case of these abuses in the Florida prisons, the easy culprits are the guards. The guards who did these horrible things certainly are responsible and they should be held accountable. But as I write in the book, at the time these abuses were happening, Florida spent the second least of any state in the United States on mental health services. They had the third-largest prison system in the United States. So essentially jails and prisons are solving a problem for a society that has not adequately funded its public mental health system. You have so many people, particularly poor people, for whom a mental illness is effectively criminalized.

And Curtis learns as a corrections officer, that when you have no programming and you have thinned-out staff and you have underfunded facilities that are overcrowded and full of people who probably should be in a mental health hospital rather than a prison, the only way that order gets enforced is through brute force. That is indeed what he told me.

Your book expands the definition of inequality beyond the economic. You point out that we have a public that’s increasingly separated from dirty work and the emotional burdens that accompany it.

This is fundamentally a book about inequality, but as you say, inequality through a slightly different lens. The familiar lens, the economic one, is concentrated wealth — the huge gap between what CEOs get paid and what ordinary workers get paid. And that’s extremely important. And that’s one manifestation of inequality, but inequality doesn’t always manifest in material form. And my book is about what I call moral inequality and what I try to show is that we ended up delegating the dirty work in our society to people with fewer choices and opportunities. It’s not the elite or the privileged who work in places like the Dade Correctional Institution. It’s not the elites who work in the industrial slaughterhouses. It’s not elites who become roustabouts and end up working on oil rigs like the one I look at, which is in fact the one where the Deepwater Horizon blast took place.

The wife of the oil rig worker you profile complains that there was more attention paid to pelicans and dolphins than to the 11 rig workers who died in that explosion.

That was one of the more heartbreaking things I heard. As you said, the wife of Stephen Stone, the rig worker I wrote about, talks about going to these congressional hearings after the Deepwater [Horizon] explosion and seeing all these congressmen holding up pictures of the victims and the pictures they held up were pictures of pelicans. That’s hugely important because there was a tremendous impact on wildlife and the environment. But inside that room were widows, people whose husbands and brothers had died on that rig, and no one held up pictures of them. It drove home the point for some of these rig workers’ families that nobody really cares about them. The reason for that was put so powerfully by Stephen Stone, the rig worker I wrote about. He said, “People see the birds as innocent. Whereas the workers, guys like me, well we kind of got what was coming to us because we work in this industry.”

I’m not saying that people who work in the oil industry aren’t dirty. But let’s extend that one out. Why do we drill so much? And what drives the fracking and drilling and the whole fossil fuel dependence of this country? Well it’s consumer demand, right? It’s the way we live our lives. And the fact that America burns somewhere on the order of a quarter of the world’s fossil fuels, that’s as much ours to own as it is the workers on the front lines.

You write that there’s something that we can learn from how society treated doctors and nurses in the COVID wards. Can you talk a little bit about that?

I was really struck when the pandemic happened at the conversation that unfolded — two conversations really. One was just how, as a society, we rely on all these low-wage, invisible workers, delivery drivers and warehouse handlers, who do these essential jobs.

But the second thing that happened is that we started to have a conversation about how work can be morally injurious…And as you said, it was the nurses and doctors on the front lines who were suddenly having to do triage. Who gets the last ventilator in a ward filled with COVID patients? And doctors and nurses were saying, “This is excruciating and scarring me. I can’t sleep at night.” And again, I was struck, wow, that that’s exactly what I heard from Harriet and from the people I wrote about.

And so the key difference is that the doctors and nurses on the front lines of the pandemic are seen as heroes — and rightly so, by the way, for doing something essential and difficult and noble. But dirty workers are not treated as heroes. To the contrary, they’re often stigmatized and shamed. We really need to think about why that is.

And so what’s the answer to that? What should our response be? Is it to support the work that they do or to support them or change policy?

Certainly for some forms of dirty work I look at, like in slaughterhouses and offshore drilling, the government has a crucial role to play. If there are no safety protections, more workers die and their conditions are more brutal and demeaned. If we speed up the lines and slaughterhouses, more people get injured, the turnover is faster. So certainly there’s a role for the government. But in a larger sense, I would say that just as the responsibility for dirty work is collective, the potential solutions to dirty work…are collective.

Of course, you can make a choice as a consumer, and not buy meat produced in an industrial factory. You can feel a little better about your personal choice there, but it doesn’t do much to alter our industrial food system unless we really collectively act. Right? Same thing with fossil fuels, same thing with allowing jails and prisons to serve as de facto mental health asylums. All of these things require collective action.

White nationalist Richard Spencer’s life is in shambles as Charlottesville trial looms: report

According to a report in the New York Times, neo-Nazi Richard Spencer — once riding high as the face of white extremists who support Donald Trump — has seen his life collapse in the years since the Charlottesville protests that led to one woman losing her life.

In a deep dive into how that city of Whitefish, Montana became a hot-bed of extremism that led to locals pushing back, Spencer is Exhibit A demonstrating how white nationalists are being shunned and driven from town by locals.

With Rabbi Francine Green Roston of the Glacier Jewish Community/B’nai Shalom, explaining, “The best way to respond to hate and cyberterrorism in your community is through solidarity,” the Times’ Elizabeth Williamson writes, “Whitefish, a mostly liberal, affluent community nestled in a county that voted for Mr. Trump in 2016 and 2020, rose up and struck back. Residents who joined with state officials, human rights groups and synagogues say their bipartisan counteroffensive could hold lessons for others in an era of disinformation and intimidation, and in the wake of the Jan. 6 Capitol riot.”

Case in point, she notes, is Spencer who once received a glossy write-up in the LA Times.

Things she writes are much different for him now as after he attempted to run his organization in his mother’s $3 million Whitefish home, while watching his life fall apart.

According to Tanya Gersh, a local real estate agent targetted by white nationalists, “I have bumped into him, and he runs — that’s actually a really good feeling.”

According to Williamson’s report, “Leaders in Whitefish say Mr. Spencer, who once ran his National Policy Institute from his mother’s $3 million summer house here, is now an outcast in this resort town in the Rocky Mountains, unable to get a table at many of its restaurants. His organization has dissolved. Meanwhile, his wife has divorced him, and he is facing trial next month in Charlottesville, Va., over his role in the deadly 2017 neo-Nazi march there, but says he cannot afford a lawyer.”

Speaking with journalist, Spencer admitted he understands why he is unwelcome, telling Williamson, “I don’t have any anxiety dealing with anyone. I don’t want any battles with them here in Whitefish, and I hope they take a similar attitude, that it’s best to move on.”

As for Spencer’s legal problems, the Charlottesville trial is expected to start on Oct. 25, with the Times reporting, “… counterprotesters filed suit against [neo-Nazi] Mr. Andrew Anglin as well as Mr. Spencer, along with nearly two dozen people and groups involved in the ‘Unite the Right’ rally, after a neo-Nazi at the Charlottesville march plowed his car into a crowd of counterprotesters, killing Heather Heyer, 32, and injuring at least 19 others.”

The report goes on to note Spencer’s lawyer dropped him as a client after not being paid, and that Spenser — who will act as his own attorney –said he has run into money problems, explaining, “Due to deplatforming efforts against me, it is very difficult for me to raise money as other citizens are able to.”

You can read more here.

30 delightful puns from the Victorian Era

Did you ever hear the one about the inn-experienced hotel employee? You’ll find it in “Puniana,” the most riotous collection of Victorian puns you could hope to read. “A large number of the puns, of course, present the usual anomaly of being good, because they are so bad,” reads one 1867 review of the book.

It’s a delightful read. “Joke books tended to be quite varied,” Dr. Bob Nicholson, Reader in History at Edge Hill University and an expert on Victorian humor, tells Mental Floss. “‘Puniana’ is just a relentlessly eccentric bombardment of puns that goes on for hundreds upon hundreds of pages.”

Nicholson points out that most of the puns in the collection come in the form of conundrums, jokes set up as riddles (like knock-knock jokes) that were popular at 19th-century parties. “To be in possession of a pun or a good conundrum, particularly one people hadn’t heard, that’s a good bit of conversational ammunition you can bring to a dinner party,” he says.

So, without further ado, here are 30 of “Puniana’s” hilarious — or hilariously bad — conundrum puns that might make you the best-guessed guest at your next bash.

1. What is the difference between a beehive and a diseased potato?

None at all; as one is a beeholder, the other a speck’d tatur.

2. What sort of musical instrument resembles a bad continental hotel?

vile-inn. [You wouldn’t like a foreign vile-inn very long; you must return to your Bass-soon!]

3. Why is a door always in the subjunctive mood?

Because it’s always wood (would) — or should be!

4. Why will seeing a schoolboy being thoroughly well switched bring to your lips the same exclamation as seeing a man lifting down half a pig, hanging from a hook?

Because he’s a pork-reacher (poor creature)!

5. Why is a four-quart jug like a lady’s side-saddle?

Because it holds a gall-on.

6. How is it you can never tell a lady’s real hysterics from her sham ones?

Because, in either case, it’s a feint.

7. What sort of tune do we all enjoy most?

For-tune, made up of bank-notes!

8. What is the best way to kill ants?

Hit your uncle’s wife on the head with a hammer!

9. What is the best way of making a coat last?

Make the trousers and waistcoat first.

10. Why are birds melancholy in the morning?

Because their little bills are all over dew!

11. When is the soup most likely to run out of the saucepan?

When there’s a leek in it.

12. When does a sculptor explode in strong convulsions?

When he makes faces and — and — busts!

13. Why is the isthmus of Suez like the first u in “cucumber?”

Because it’s between two seas.

14. When were there only two vowels?

In the days of No-a, before U and I were born!

15. If a tree were to break a window, what would the window say?

Tree-mend-us! [In allusion to its pane, of course.]

16. Why is a gardener dissipated?

Because he’s continually raking, and hoes a good deal!

17. Why is a piano like an onion?

Because it-smell-odious?

18. Why does a stingy German like mutton better than venison?

because he prefers “zat vich is sheep to zat vich is deer!”

19. What is the difference between an honest and a dishonest laundress?

One irons your linen, the other steals it.

20. Why is a man who never lays a wager as bad as a regular gambler?

Because he’s no better.

21. Why is a baker a most improvident person?

Because he is continually selling that which he kneads himself!

22. Why is it easy to break into an old man’s house?

Because his gait is broken and his locks are few.

23. Where should you feel for the poor?

in your pocket, to be sure!

24. Why is a very pretty, well-made, fashionable girl like a thrifty housekeeper?

Because she makes a great bustle about a small waist.

25. Why should a candle-maker never be pitied?

Because all his works are wicked, and all his wicked works, when brought to light, are only made light of.

26. In what key should a declaration of love be made?

Be mine, ah (B minor)!

27. How do we know that the queen approves of the penny postage?

Because she gives her countenance to it!

28. Why is the Prince of Wales, musing on his mother’s government, like a rainbow?

Because it’s the son’s reflection on a steady reign!

29. Why is it almost certain that Shakespeare was a broker?

Because no man has furnished so many stock quotations.

30. Why is a judge’s nose like the middle of the earth?

Because it’s the scenter of gravity.

TikTok, #BamaRush and the irresistible allure of mocking Southern accents

As college students across the country return to campuses grappling with the COVID-19 delta variant, Greek letters of a different variety have captivated social media feeds with stunning virality.

The #BamaRush trend on TikTok introduced followers to the annual recruitment process for National Panhellenic Conference sororities at the University of Alabama. The popular videos offer a firsthand perspective on the recruitment process, showcasing the various events and the women’s corresponding fashion choices – the “outfit of the day,” or #OOTD – for each stage.

When this phenomenon came to my attention, I noticed that TikTok’s algorithm fed me not only the posts of women participating in #BamaRush but also parody videos made by people glued to the unfolding events.

In these videos, I immediately observed a fixation on the women’s accents, which one reporter described as “thick” and “heavy.”

Having been born and raised in northeast Georgia and educated in North Carolina, I was quite young when I intuited that, if I were to be taken seriously as an actor, a scholar and a human, my accent would have to go. By the time I arrived in New York in 2006, I had successfully erased most markers of my Southernness from my speech. What remained I was able to surgically remove after receiving notes and feedback from directors and coaches.

Now I teach voice and speech to actors in a theater program in the South, and I think a lot about how people perceive the native speech varieties of this region. What’s behind this enduring fascination with – and thinly veiled disdain for – some Southern American accents?

Sorority culture rife with issues

I speak from personal experience about sorority culture because, for a short time, I was a member of one at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. I experienced recruitment from within and witnessed some of the problematic aspects of this system. My sophomore year, I formally withdrew – what’s called “de-sistering.”

During the flood of media coverage of the #BamaRush trend, Slate’s ICYMI podcast did an explainer episode addressing all the “-isms” inherent to certain Greek organizations, including racism, sexism, classism and weight discrimination.

In fact, the University of Alabama’s own student newspaper, The Crimson White, published an article in 2013 that investigated racism in sorority recruitment, spurring a process of integration. (Yes, in 2013!)

To be clear: There are plenty of things to criticize about the National Panhellenic Conference’s sorority culture.

Accents, however, aren’t one of them.

Inside the #BamaRush accents

Among the #BamaRush vloggers, one who garnered intense attention during the unfolding recruitment process was Makayla Culpepper, whose pronunciation of “philanthropy” in an early round was the subject of much mockery. In fact, she credits this pronunciation as the genesis of her newfound internet stardom. Culpepper, who is biracial, was subsequently dropped from recruitment under dubious circumstances.

Other pronunciations that have piqued the interest of onlookers include words in what linguists and accent coaches call the PRICE lexical set, a category of words that are generally pronounced with the same vowel sound in their stressed syllable.

Several of the #BamaRush TikTokkers pronounce words in the PRICE set – such as “bite,” “rice,” “my” and “right” – with a single vowel that sounds something like “ah.” This differs from the way these words are pronounced in a so-called General American accent, in which a speaker glides through two different vowel sounds, resulting in something like “aight” in “right.” Some of the women’s pronunciations of “on” and “own” are nearly indistinguishable, another marker of some dialects of Southern American English.

The quality described as Southern drawl may be related to the way some speakers vocalize words like “dress” and “hair” with a lengthened glide between vowels and syllable break: “dray-ess” and “hay-ur.”

It is questionable to connect the undeniably performative aspects of these videos – the fashion shows, the bid day envelope opening videos, the choreographed dorm room introductions – with the mistaken idea that these accents are part of the performance. When investigating the #BamaRush trend, I heard these women described more than once as “characters” in an unfolding “drama.”

But this is not a scripted series with characters or a reality show with contestants. They are not playing at sounding like this. It’s just their speech. And speech is essential to identity.

The cost of satirizing Southern accents

In 2019, an episode of the podcast series “Dolly Parton’s America” included interviews with students at my institution, the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. In it, they shared their encounters with the realities of linguistic bias. As one interviewee noted, her own mother cautioned her: “If you want people to take you seriously, we’re going to have to work on the way you talk.”

One cost of scoffing at Southern accents is the ceaseless perpetuation of negative stereotypes about Southern people. A 2013 study found that by the age of 9 or 10, all children – including Southern children – identified Northern-accented speakers as sounding “smarter,” which indicates that they’re internalizing stereotypes about speech at a young age.

Psycholinguist Katherine Kinzler has also shown that accent-based biases may be tied to the mistaken assumption that speakers should be able to adjust their speech to conform to societal norms. Kinzler argues that this “perception of controllability” is at the root of weight- and mental health-based stigmas as well.

Furthermore, most mockery of Southern accents underestimates the linguistic diversity of the South and creates the false perception that Southern accents are all the same. In addition, research shows that most accent imitations are not especially accurate. There is a reason accent and dialect coaches are specially trained to help actors do this work respectfully and convincingly.

The harm of stereotypical accent imitations is one familiar to many whose speech exists outside the accepted “standard,” like speakers of African American English and those for whom English is a second language. The same forces that reduce Southern speech to a uniform monolith also run the risk of reducing the idea of “Southernness” to a single stereotype: white, unintelligent, bigoted. This discounts the diversity of the South, and the significant cultural and political power of Black Southerners, who make up large shares of the populations of many Southern states – including Alabama.

So why should people care about Southern accents being the butt of viral jokes?

Ignoring the way that speech and identity are so inextricably linked erases the people behind the voices. Going after these women’s accents when there is much about the institutions themselves to legitimately critique feels like punching down. This is especially true when the accent is played only for laughs. The Conversation

Kathryn Cunningham, Assistant Professor of Theatre, University of Tennessee

This article is republished from The Conversation under a Creative Commons license.

Scientists say a telescope on the Moon could advance physics — and they’re planning to build one

Humans are reliant on the Moon for far more than most realize. The natural satellite that lights up the nighttime sky moderates Earth’s tilt, creating a more stable and livable climate for us here on Earth. Without the Moon, the Earth’s axial tilt would be much less stable, creating erratic seasons and possibly dooming the prospect of life before it could begin. And, the Moon also creates tides, which help move heat across the ocean from the equator to the poles.

In addition to the Moon’s vital effects on Earth, this enchanting orb that has mesmerized humans since history began could play a critical role in furthering our understanding of the early universe, if only we can build an observatory there.

Interestingly, there is now a plan in development to do just that. In April 2020, the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) awarded the Lunar Crater Radio Telescope (LCRT) project $500,000 for further research and development. The premise of this project is that a massive radio telescope would be built by robots on the far side of the Moon in a 100-meter long, bowl-shaped crater with the mission of observing radio wavelengths that are 10 meters and longer.

One might wonder: why the Moon? Isn’t this something that we can do here on Earth? The truth is there is only so much data we can gather about the universe from Earth, in part due to the own limitations of our planet when it comes to observing the night sky. Earth’s (comparatively) dense atmosphere, light pollution and man-made electromagnetic radiation significantly hamper our ability to clearly observe the cosmos from our home planet.

In the case of radio telescopes, the Moon is an especially tantalizing choice for an observatory. On Earth, scientists are unable to observe cosmic radio waves that are longer than 10 meters because of the ionosphere — a layer of electrons, charged atoms and molecules, that surrounds Earth and protects us from harmful rays from the sun and other bad stuff in space. Earth’s ionosphere essentially absorbs any radio wavelengths over 10 meters long. On the Moon, a lack of atmosphere and radiation could (on the far side) vastly improve observations. 

“Because the ionosphere is such a strong source, even [by] putting a satellite around it we won’t be able to observe any of  those wavelengths . . . it basically drowns out all the signals [over 10 meters],” said Saptarshi Bandyopadhyay, a Robotics Technologist at NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory and a the lead researcher on the LCRT project, in an interview with Salon. “So we need to go to a place where we are shielded from Earth, and the best place to go is to go to is the far side of the Moon. 

An observatory on the far side of the Moon would have the added benefit of being perpetually shielded from electromagnetic noise from Earth. “The Moon is tidally locked, so only one side of the Moon faces us, and the other side of the Moon is always pointing away,” Bandyopadhyay noted. 

Bandyopadhyay argues there is an urgent need to better observe radio wavelengths over 10 meters, the kind that would have originated in the early days of our universe. Such a telescope might provide scientists with invaluable information about dark matter and dark energy.

These two substances mark one of the universe’s most enduring mysteries. The existence of dark matter can be intuited by how it affects gravity, particularly the makeup and orbits of the largest-scale objects in the universe, galaxies. Yet no one knows exactly what dark matter it is, even though it makes up 27 percent of the universe’s total mass and energy — far more than the 5 percent of the universe that “normal” matter, like planets and stars, comprises.

Dark energy, an ill-understood force that is responsible for the accelerating expansion of our universe, is estimated to comprise 68 percent of all matter and energy in the universe.

“Right now, we have some ideas, some models of what happened at the time of the Big Bang, and then we have some idea of what the current universe looks like, where all the galaxies are, how they’re moving away, and things like that, but they’re not many large questions in the middle [that remain unanswered],” Bandyopadhyay said. “A good part of that region is not observable because we have never looked at the universe 10 meters or longer, and that’s what we want to observe — we want to observe those 10 meters and longer wavelengths, so that we can understand things like, ‘why is there dark energy and dark matter, what is the pattern, and then why is there so much more matter and so little antimatter in the universe?'”

Bandyopadhyay said scientists need to find answers to these questions before humanity makes  “another giant leap in physics.”


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Such a leap in understanding of fundamental physics might be nearer than one might think. Bandyopadhyay noted that 100 years ago, scientists were just starting to understand nuclear energy. Perhaps dark energy could be used in unknown ways in the future — we just have to understand it first.

“We know the universe is made out of only 4% matter, and 95% of the universe is dark matter and dark energy, and we understand nothing about it,” Bandyopadhyay said. “My personal thought is if we could at least observe those regions of the universe, where dark energy and dark matter is active, we might be able to piece together what dark energy and dark matter is.”

“Maybe our grandchildren would be able to take advantage of dark matter for interstellar travel,” he mused. 

Bandyopadhyay said the thought is a little “science fiction”; but argues in the 1920s, people likely would have thought powering homes from nuclear plants would have been science fictional, too.

Of course, to assemble such a device on the Moon would not be easy. In the LCRT proposal, robots would build the massive radio telescope. In order to work well, its dish would have to be at least like 10 times longer than the longest wavelength they’d observe. Bandyopadhyay said the budget would need to be between $1 billion and $5 billion. Two space crafts would be needed: one to deliver the mesh wire of the telescope, a material change to adapt to operating on the Moon, and a second to deliver the DuAxel rovers which would build the dish over several days or weeks.

“It’s going to be a long journey,” Bandyopadhyay said. “I would be very surprised if we managed to launch before I retired and I’m a very young scientist right now, but if you see all the other missions that’s the kind of time it takes.”

There is precedent for building a radio telescope in a crater: the Arecibo Observatory in Puerto Rico, which collapsed due to neglect recently, operated for decades and provided valuable scientific data. As with the proposed LCRT, the Arecibo Observatory took advantage of the natural concavity of its resident crater to focus distant radio waves. However, unlike the proposed lunar observatory, the Arecibo Observatory was not constructed entirely by robots.

Notably, only one spacecraft has successfully soft landed on the Moon’s far side, which was China’s Chang’e 4. Still, the very possibility of putting a radio telescope on the Moon is closer than it has ever been before. Such an instrument could pave the way for different types of telescopes, including optical ones, to make home in other spots on the Moon, ultimately transforming humanity’s view of the cosmos.

“Visual telescopes would also benefit from the lack of an atmosphere on the Moon,” said Avi Loeb, the former chair of the astronomy department at Harvard University (2011-2020). “Atmospheric turbulence blurs and distorts images of sources in the sky when observing from Earth; X-rays cannot propagate through the Earth’s atmosphere and can also be observed from the Moon, and finally, the Moon has no geological activity and so a LIGO-like gravitational wave detector would benefit greatly from the lack of seismic noise and the vacuum that is offered for free — eliminating the need for vacuum tubes as used in the terrestrial version.” 

After 8 years of marriage, I’m teaching my husband how to cook

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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Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. The beat of the knife hitting the cutting board is slow and methodical. I say nothing. My husband is chopping garlic, and this is his pace, and after a year of biting my tongue about his speed, I accept it. After eight years of marriage, I’m teaching Jay how to cook.

When we first met, Jay owned a “good lasagna pan” and spoke of a Bolognese he liked to make, the smell of sausage and garlic filling his apartment as “it simmered for hours”. Later I’d joke that his culinary interests faded as soon as we became serious. And why not? After all, I had worked as a cook in restaurants, written cookbooks, and spent years writing about food. I had the good knives, the copper sauté pan, the ability to jigsaw a meal together out of half a dozen disparate ingredients in the fridge and pantry. I took over the cooking, save for those things that are somehow indelibly seared into a certain male essence: burgers and steaks on the grill and mashed potatoes at Thanksgiving — plus, the annual production of a chicken curry he learned to make during a sabbatical spent volunteering in Zanzibar. Jay dabbled in food, but I owned it.

We often had friends over for dinner. I planned the meals, then shopped and prepped for hours (or days). Jay offered to help, but I relegated him to toasting crostini and setting up cheese boards while I ran circles around him doing everything else — a Tasmanian devil deriving grim satisfaction from my ability to get things done. We hosted epic dinners: legs of lamb on the grill, a dozen mezze, trays of sweets, and cheeses paired with jams I’d made from figs I grew on our deck. I whipped up paella with garlicky allioli, sourdough with homemade butter, lengua tacos and mole sauce. Jay lit the candles, put out water glasses, and did the dishes.

Then the pandemic hit. Stuck at home with just each other and without friends filling our table on Saturday nights, Jay asked if we could make cooking our entertainment. He wanted to be part of it.

In the kitchen for those first few meals, I was reminded of our inherent differences. While making a clean-out-the-fridge fried rice, I referred to carrots as more dense, and was treated to a lesson on mass. “Remember, I’m the physics guy,” he told me. “And I’m the cook,” I countered, explaining that carrots take longer to cook and onions have a higher water content.

I’d suggest he add oil to a hot pan, and he’d drizzle a few drops, wincing at my restaurant-y ways of pouring a full glug into the pan. I told him to season his vinaigrette with salt, and he asked me how much. As much as it needs — taste it! He stared at me, unblinking. Jay doesn’t trust that he knows what it means to “salt to taste”; he needs numbers and measurements, not a suggestion to just go with it. In physics and math, you write a proof to show that the rules don’t work. Jay wants to follow strict directions; he thinks in spreadsheets. I think in run-on sentences.

As I tried to explain how he should hold his knife to chiffonade herbs, he sighed.

“What am I doing wrong this time?”

I stopped. I realized that Jay didn’t forget how to cook when I moved in, he just ceded to me the territory I wanted. But also, I had pushed him out of the kitchen, off my turf. I began to question why I had created that dynamic; I was a feminist, not someone clinging to a traditional wifely role. Was I so enamored of being “the cook” that I valued it over being an equal partner? Deep down, I thought cooking was the magic I brought to our daily life. But doing so fed into my tendency to equate my productivity with my worth. Sharing the work — and the glory — felt good.

As quarantine endured, Jay developed more skills, and I learned patience. I showed him how to roll out pizza dough and use a pizza peel to flick the pizza into a burning-hot oven. It’s OK if it’s misshapen; this was for us, not Instagram. We cheered each other through a disastrous attempt to make injera. We laughed throughout an evening of making falafel and later told each other that it was better than any other falafel we’ve had.

But pasta was where we really relaxed. I showed him how to run the dough through our hand crank pasta roller and instructed him to feel it, to create the tactile memory when it is too wet, when it is dry and crumbly, when it is perfectly smooth and elastic. He got frustrated when his ravioli fell apart, and I reminded him that I have made it a hundred times before; he shouldn’t expect to be as good on his third or fourth try. He got better every time. His Bolognese made regular appearances, and when a friend had a baby or got sick, we layered it into a lasagna together.

One night, we decided to make orecchiette. The dough was far too stiff. Shaping the pieces took forever as we tried to mimic a video of an Italian grandmother flattening and shaping the little cups of dough in a single movement. We pushed our thumbs into the disks, imprinting our relationship on each one; sometimes messy, sometimes too much or too little, sometimes resembling the ideal.

Cooked, the pasta was chewy, thick — an amateur’s job. But tossed with browned sausage and rapini, topped with slivers of toasted garlic and a sprinkle of crushed red pepper flakes, it was good. And the next time we made it, much better. We kept going and made it our own. As it turns out, we could work at something together, and it could be imperfect but beautiful — his, mine, and ours.

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Recipe: Harissa Lamb Orecchiette with Mustard Greens

Prep time: 1 hour 28 minutes
Cook time: 16 minutes
Makes: 4

Ingredients:

Orecchiette

  • 1 3/4 cups all purpose flour
  • 1 1/2 cups semolina flour, plus more as needed
  • 2 teaspoons kosher salt
  • 1 cup tepid water, plus more as needed as needed

Harissa Lamb and Mustard Greens

  • 1 teaspoon grapeseed oil
  • 1 pound ground lamb
  • 1 small yellow or white onion, minced
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more as needed
  • 1 teaspoon ground cumin
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 teaspoons harissa paste, plus more as needed
  • 1 teaspoon grated orange zest
  • 2 tablespoons tomato paste
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 bunch mustard greens, chopped
  • 4 garlic cloves, thinly sliced
  • 1 pound orecchiette, cooked
  • 1/3 cup chopped pistachios
  • 1 tablespoon crushed red pepper flakes

Directions

Orecchiette

  1. In a bowl, combine the AP and semolina flours and salt. Stir in the water until a dough forms, kneading it into the dough. Knead the dough for 10 minutes, until the dough is smooth, not sticky or dry. If the dough retains a few dry spots, sprinkle a little water on top and knead it in. Cover the dough and let it rest at room temperature for at least 1 hour and up to 4 hours.
  2. Line a baking sheet pan with parchment paper and dust it with semolina flour. Cut off a chunk of dough the size of your fist, leaving the remaining dough covered. Roll the dough into a log about half an inch in diameter. Cut the log into 1/4-inch pieces.
  3. Dust your work surface with semolina flour. Press your thumb into each piece of dough into the semolina, twisting it as you press to form a disc that is thinner in the center than on the edges. Pick up the disc and gently form it into a shallow cup around your thumb, then transfer it to the sheet pan. Repeat with the remaining dough, making sure to keep the pieces separate so they do not stick together.
  4. If you aren’t cooking the orecchiette immediately, cover and refrigerate it on the sheet pans for up to 2 days, or freeze it on the sheet pan and then transfer it to a container; use within 2 months. Do not thaw the orecchiette before cooking it.
  5. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil, then add the orecchiette to the pot and simmer until they float to the surface, about 2 minutes. Cook for 1 more minute, until al dente. Remove the orecchiette from the pot with a strainer or slotted spoon and transfer to a bowl. Toss with olive oil.

Harissa Lamb and Mustard Greens

  1. Heat the oil in a large sauté pan, then add the lamb, onion and salt and cook until the lamb is evenly browned and the onion softened, about 4 minutes. Stir in the cumin and garlic and cook until fragrant, about 1 minute. Reduce the heat and stir in the harissa paste, orange zest, and tomato paste. Simmer for 3 minutes, then remove from heat. Taste and add more salt if needed.
  2. Heat the olive oil in a clean large sauté pan until shimmering. Add the mustard greens all at once; they will wilt down as they cook. Cook, using tongs to fold the greens over themselves as they cook, until the greens are wilted and are starting to brown on the edges, about 3 minutes. Add the garlic and cook until fragrant and just starting to brown, about 1 minute.
  3. Portion the orecchiette into four bowls, then top with mustard greens and lamb. Sprinkle the pistachios and red pepper flakes on top and eat.

Stuck with leftover flat beer? Make this spicy, flavorful beer cheese spread

There are a few truths inherent to long summer weekends, chief among them being that there will inevitably be a few leftover bottles or cans of beer — you know, the stuff that got a little too warm out at the park or by the pool and lost its effervescent sparkle. 

Earlier this month, I ended up with a couple de-fizzed bottles of pale, amber ale, but didn’t want to just toss them out, so I thought back to a few years ago when I attended The Kentucky Beer Cheese Festival. The one-day festival is held annually in Winchester, Ky., where visitors and residents celebrate beer cheese, which is, as the name suggests, a spread made of beer, sharp cheese and spices. 


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When I went in 2017, lines of booths wrapped around the quaint mainstreet blocks as producers from all over the state encouraged tourists to sample their wares. Some folks came prepared with coolers and bags of pretzels and pita chips for sampling. 

It was there that I learned that beer cheese can range in texture and temperature from a nearly-liquid hot fondue to a thick and chilled spread, almost like pimento cheese. I tend to find that my personal happy place is somewhere in the middle, so I set to work whipping up something so my beer wouldn’t go to waste. 

The result is tangy, creamy and on the spicier side than your typical beer cheeses. It’s great as a dip for chips, but trust me – it shines as a condiment. Spread it on a burger, add it to your grilled cheese for extra dimension or drizzle it over potato wedges for a play on cheese fries. 

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Recipe: Beer Cheese Spread 
Makes about 2 cups 

Ingredients

  • 8 ounces sharp cheddar cheese, shredded or cubed
  • 8 ounces of pepperjack cheese, shredded or cubed
  •  4 ounces cream cheese, softened
  •  4 teaspoons hot sauce
  •  2 teaspoons Dijon mustard
  • 2 teaspoons onion powder 
  •  2 cloves garlic
  •  2 teaspoons smoked paprika
  •  ¼  teaspoon kosher salt
  •  ½ cup of beer 
  • Scallions for garnish, if desired.

Directions

  • In a food processor or blender, add the cheese and seasonings and blitz until completely combined. 
  • Slowly add the beer a little at a time, while continuing to blend. Process until smooth. 
  • Scrape into a bowl and cover, refrigerating for at least an hour. Garnish with scallions, if desired. 

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Mint, lime and blitzed cauliflower make for a more flavorful chicken dinner

Whole cumin seeds lend toasty, woodsy flavor as well as crunchy texture to this updated take on standard chicken and rice. You start by searing the thighs skin side down and then sprinkling them with cumin seeds before putting them in the oven. This way, the seeds become pleasantly toasted without any bitter burned bite. Then, take advantage of that rendered chicken fat in the pan by cooking the cauliflower in it along with some more cumin seeds — the tiny pieces of cauliflower “couscous” soak up all the savory flavor. A finale of chopped fresh mint and lime zest brings a welcome brightness — Leah Colins, Test Cook

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Recipe: Cumin-Spiced Chicken Thighs with Cauliflower Couscous
Serves 4; Total Time: 40 minutes

Ingredients

  • 8 (5- to 7-ounce) bone-in chicken thighs, trimmed
  • 4 teaspoons cumin seeds, divided 
  • 1 cauliflower (2 pounds), cored and cut into ½-inch pieces
  • ½ cup plus 2 tablespoons chopped fresh mint, divided
  • 1 ½ teaspoons grated lime zest, plus lime wedges for serving 
  • Staple ingredients: Vegetable oil, table salt, pepper 

Directions

1. Adjust oven rack to upper-middle position and heat oven to 375 degrees. Pat chicken dry with paper towels and sprinkle with ½ teaspoon salt and ¼ teaspoon pepper. Heat 1 tablespoon vegetable oil in 12-inch nonstick skillet over medium-high heat until just smoking. Add chicken, skin side down, and cook until well browned, 7 to 10 minutes. 

2. Transfer chicken, skin side up, to rimmed baking sheet (do not wipe out skillet). Sprinkle chicken with 2 teaspoons cumin seeds and roast until it registers 175 degrees, 15 to 20 minutes. Transfer chicken to large plate, tent loosely with aluminum foil, and let rest for 5 minutes. 

3. Meanwhile, working in 2 batches, pulse cauliflower in food processor into ¼- to ⅛-inch pieces, about 6 pulses. Heat 2 tablespoons reserved fat in skillet (or add vegetable oil until it measures 2 tablespoons) over medium-high heat until shimmering. Add cauliflower, remaining 2 teaspoons cumin seeds, ¾ teaspoon salt, and ¾ teaspoon pepper and cook until just tender, 7 to 10 minutes. Off heat, stir in ½ cup mint and lime zest. 

4. Sprinkle remaining 2 tablespoons mint over top of chicken and cauliflower and serve with lime wedges. 

If you like this recipe as much we we do, check out America’s Test Kitchen’s “Five-Ingredient Dinners.”

“Billions” resumes within a pandemic that made the rich richer, making its cruelty more relevant

Between the first half of the current season of “Billions” and the second, which resumes this weekend, actual billionaires have just been doing the most. Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos engaged in a manhood measurement contest in space. Back on the ground they treated their assembly line workers terribly.

Bill Gates and Melinda French Gates’ divorce became final last week, with French Gates walking away from the 27-year marriage with a net worth of at least $6.2 billion, according to Forbes. But the process leaves her ex-husband’s philanthropic reputation heavily concussed, thanks to details about a troubling relationship with human trafficker and serial rapist Jeffrey Epstein, multiple inappropriate overtures towards employees, and at least one confirmed extramarital affair.

None of these men care about how the world feels about them unless these new dents in their charisma also impact their bottom line, which is unlikely. And yet, if what we know about the hyper-wealthy from “Billions” has any veracity the individuals who spilled the juicy details to the New York Times and other outlets will somehow silently pay through the nose for their betrayal.

The New York City of “Billions” exists in a reality almost entirely separate from our own. That means coronavirus is mentioned at some point but at least in the two newest episodes, doesn’t make an appearance in any meaningful way.

One explanation for this is production related; the first seven episodes of the fifth season were filmed before the world ground to a halt in spring of 2020, airing between May 3 and July 14, 2020. The remaining five episodes of the season were already written at that point, according to series co-creator Brian Koppelman. Production resumed in March 2021.

This means the fifth season’s arc was set before last summer’s racial justice protests and the New York Police Department’s violent response. The first seven episodes aired at a time when New York boroughs were besieged by COVID deaths, hospitals were overflowing and the streets ominously hummed with the motors of refrigerated trucks holding dead bodies, overflow from morgues at capacity.

It’s worth reminding folks of all this because “Billions” doesn’t and probably won’t. But it will remind you that the world in which Damian Lewis‘ Bobby Axelrod operates, the one he’s determined to rule, is a mostly white world and a vastly wealthy one.

If nobody is wearing masks or talking about emergency rooms it’s probably because nearly everyone in this show exists in a strata above it all. Even when Axe returns to his boyhood home in Yonkers and makes nice with a Black kid on the block, he stands up his young fan after the boy invites Axe over for dinner.

This aspect of the show is entirely accurate: people like the wild-eyed Axe and his nemesis Michael Prince (guest star Corey Stoll) are entirely unconcerned with the poor unless feigning concern is profitable. And as the fifth season resumes this idea becomes central to the vicious rivalry between Prince, an “impact investor” whose philanthropic investment is his calling card, and Axe, infecting everyone around them.

The Axe-Prince rivalry was already the main event in the way all the seasonal juvenile, testosterone-souped clashes on this show are. In the wake of the Bill Gates mess it has a new relevance, however.

Axe’s obsession with taking Prince down a peg or billion is entirely rooted in ego; these are two men who do not subscribe to the principle that there are enough dollars in the world for everyone to thrive. No individual who has amassed $10 billion ever is.

Where they differ is that Axe is up front about the amorality of his profiteering and resents Prince’s golden image. He wants to take this newcomer’s money, but one also gets the sense that he’d like to bust his halo.

Millions of us have witnessed the wealthy become wealthier during the pandemic, but our fascination with shows like “Succession” and “Billions” isn’t likely to ebb in response. “Succession” croons in a register a few tones higher than “Billions.” Somehow it manages to be both cruel and lighthearted, gathering its bitter comedic ambrosia from exploring the greedy, self-important shortsighted moves that members of the Roy family make against each other.

Their products and interests may hurt ordinary folks, but it’s almost a relief to know there’s nothing personal about such harm because they are not thinking one bit about people with an individual net worth of anything under seven figures.

“Billions,” on the other hand, shows its protagonists using the little guy on a regular basis, or if not that, screwing them over and crowing about it in meticulously written, restraint-free speeches.

Then again, if hate were the only catalyst urging Axe and his longtime frenemy Chuck Rhoades (Paul Giamatti) through their schemes this show’s fanbase wouldn’t have stuck with it for so long.

The reason it continues to appeal to people, I think, is that it sauces its rancor in sugary pettiness. That’ll serve characters like Axe and the comic relief surrounding him well as their stories pick up in our very changed world. Nevertheless, if “Billions” and Axe’s swaggering bravado feel out of tune right now, one might take some reassurance in remembering Axe’s advantage, which is also his weakness: his connections to others and his penchant for puppeteering.

He and Chuck are connected through Chuck’s ex-wife Wendy (Maggie Siff), who advises Axe and his staffers. Wendy works a psychological grift on Taylor, who is trying in their way to undercut Axe while working for him. Axe is also obsessed with Wendy to the point that he wants to mess with her, which he does when Wendy becomes involved with a painter, Nico Tanner (Frank Grillo), whose work has become highly sought after. And this is merely one section of a backstabbing orgy where everyone’s constantly switching up partners and shifting targets.

It’ll be interesting to see how well the high-octane wrath propelling “Billions” plays at a time when people are purportedly seeking out kindness in their TV shows and characters.

On a show like “Ted Lasso,” for example, a filthy rich patroness may offer to solve a salaried friend’s problems with getting a seat at a favorite restaurant by buying the place. Axe, meanwhile, would eye the same situation and figure out ways to own people involved, from the bullying waitstaff to the employee who doesn’t have the guts to stand up to such people.

Sometimes he makes such moves because he wants something a person makes or has. Sometimes he does it simply because he can. In that respect “Billions” continues to be useful – the more we understand men like Axe, the less inclined we are to lionize them. But we can still enjoy their attacks on each other from a place of anonymity many, many leagues out of attack range.

Season 5 of “Billions” returns Sunday at 9 p.m. on Showtime. Season 1-3 are streaming on Paramount+ through Oct. 4.

Leaded gasoline is finally gone — but its toxic legacy lingers

In 1921, General Motors engineers discovered that tetraethyl lead could make internal combustion engines run more smoothly and reduce engine knock. For the next 100 years, the toxic additive in automobile gasoline contaminated the environment and endangered public health. As of this week, however, lead has finally been phased out of all global gasoline use — a nearly two-decade effort led by the United Nations Environment Programme, or UNEP, involving a coalition of scientists, nongovernmental organizations, fuel and vehicle companies, and governments, including the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency.

“Lead in fuel has run out of gas thanks to the cooperation of governments in developing nations, thousands of businesses, and millions of ordinary people,” said United Nations Secretary-General António Guterres in a pre-recorded message during a press conference announcing the phase-out of the “major threat to human and planetary health” on Monday.

Despite the success of the UNEP-lead coalition in eliminating the use of leaded gasoline across the globe, however, the coalition was unable to clearly identify plans to address what scientists say is a continued public health threat: the legacy of leaded particles from gasoline emissions that settle in the soil and continue to haunt urban centers around the world. Countries that most recently phased out leaded gasoline will face challenges similar to those in U.S. cities, where researchers have found that residents of highly trafficked urban centers are exposed to lead particles in the soil that are resuspended into the atmosphere during the summer and fall, particularly during hot, dry weather.

“The same patterns that we were seeing of soil lead contamination in [U.S.] urban areas is likely to have occurred internationally in every city which has used leaded gasoline,” Mark Laidlaw, a geologist and environmental scientist who has conducted extensive studies on lead exposure in the U.S., told Grist. 

Laidlaw’s studies have shown that the soils in older urban areas remain highly contaminated by lead due largely to leaded gasoline emissions, leaded paint, and industrial lead sources. This lead is reintroduced into the atmosphere as soil dust. While the amount of lead deposited in the soil of each city will vary depending on how much traffic it’s seen historically, Laidlaw said that these soils remain a major source of blood lead poisoning, particularly for children.

“I think it’s a great thing that they’ve eliminated the lead from gasoline,” said Laidlaw, who now works as an environmental consultant in Australia. “It’s damaged the health of hundreds of millions of people, but it hasn’t gone away. The lead is still there in the soil.” 

When the United Nations-led initiative, known as the Partnership for Clean Fuels and Vehicles, was launched nearly 20 years ago, 117 countries were still using leaded fuel. The campaign’s first major success was when all Sub-Saharan African countries switched to unleaded gasoline in 2006. The final country to switch to unleaded fuel was Algeria in July of this year. Today, there are no countries still using the toxic fuel additive, according to the UNEP.

Luc Gnacadja, who served as minister of environment, housing and urban planning for the West African nation of Benin from 1999 to 2005, noted during the press conference that by 2000, airborne lead pollution in cities had topped the list of environmental health issues in Benin. The socioeconomic cost of leaded gasoline in four of Benin’s major cities was estimated to be the equivalent of 1.2 percent of the country’s gross domestic product in 2010.

“The joint action of UNEP and the Partnership for Clean Fuels and Vehicles has been instrumental in supporting and facilitating sub-Saharan African countries’ transition to unleaded gasoline,” said Gnacadja.

The UNEP estimates that eliminating the use of leaded gasoline globally will prevent more than 1.2 million premature deaths from heart disease, strokes, and cancer each year. It will protect children from the irreversible effects of lead poisoning and save as much as $2.44 trillion per year in costs that otherwise would have been spent to address the effects of lead poisoning.

In the U.S., the phase-out of leaded gasoline began in the 1970s and was completed when the EPA banned the sale of leaded gasoline for on-road vehicles in 1996. Vehicles using leaded gasoline deposited an estimated 4-5 million tons of lead in the environment across the country before the phase-out was completed. Researchers found that, once children’s blood lead levels dropped dramatically after the 1970s phase-out began, the American public assumed that lead poisoning had been addressed. 

Howard Mielke, an urban geochemistry and health expert at Tulane University’s School of Medicine, has spent four decades investigating the hazards posed by lead contamination in soil across the country  — from Baltimore, Maryland, to Minnesota’s Twin Cities to New Orleans, Louisiana, where he is based and has mapped lead soil levels over the course of more than 20 years. His research and that of other experts have shown that invisible mountains of lead exist within urban centers across the country. Mielke’s research in Baltimore, where he discovered contaminated urban gardens, triggered his subsequent studies, when he realized that the contamination was national in scope.

“It’s a much bigger problem than I ever thought,” said Mielke. “I’d like to help people understand why we need to do things, especially within the interior of the city where the accumulations are highest, so that future generations will not suffer from the same problems that the current generations have been suffering from.”

In a 2020 article in the medical journal Current Problems in Pediatric and Adolescent Health Care, Mielke and his colleagues described soils contaminated by tetraethyl lead as “an insidious exposure reservoir,” because the health impacts have persisted even after regulatory victories, primarily for low-income children and children of color who live in these urban centers. Black children are disproportionately burdened by lead exposure nationwide, and in some states, such as California, Latino children represent a majority of the state’s lead poisoning cases.

study published earlier this year shows that lead particles deposited in London’s soil throughout the 20th century continue to pose a threat to Londoners as contaminated dust is recirculated in the air in highly trafficked streets. “One of the things that the London study has demonstrated is that air lead continues to be high, even though there’s a tremendous reduction in blood lead, but they can’t get it down any further without changing the atmosphere,” said Mielke. “And that’s what I’ve been working on.”

Janet McCabe, a deputy administrator at the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency, or EPA, emphasized during the press conference the importance of protecting the most vulnerable from lead exposure’s life-altering impacts. “We know that we need urgency across all our public health efforts. And in the United States, we now have a president who understands and feels this urgency,” said McCabe. “President Biden is deeply committed to confronting the environmental challenges we face, challenges that disproportionately harm our children — and that includes reducing lead exposure.”

McCabe noted that both the EPA and the World Health Organization agree that there is no known safe level of lead exposure, and she outlined the EPA’s key initiatives to address sources of lead in the environment that endanger U.S. communities. These include lead in drinking water, deteriorating paint, residual lead in soil from decades of motor vehicle emissions, and the cleanup of contaminated sites where industries have emitted lead. But the primary focus of the EPA is what she described as a gargantuan infrastructure effort to replace water service lines that include lead fixtures.

In response to a question from Grist regarding next steps to address soil lead contamination stemming from leaded gasoline use around the globe, the coalition was unable to provide specifics. McCabe, however, acknowledged that legacy contamination is an issue in many U.S. neighborhoods and communities where the soil in residential yards is contaminated with a combination of legacy auto emissions, deteriorating lead paint, and industrial emissions. She noted that some of the most contaminated areas are placed in EPA cleanup programs, and she emphasized awareness programs to educate the public about steps individuals can take to protect themselves from lead exposure, such as growing vegetables in raised beds, covering bare soil with mulch or other types of covering, and cleaning indoor surfaces of lead dust.

Studies have shown that cleaning efforts to remove contaminated dust indoors don’t impact children’s blood lead levels. Instead, Mielke recommends that cities pinpoint soil lead hots by mapping soil lead levels and focusing remediation efforts in areas where children are most likely to play. Cleanup efforts he’s overseen in New Orleans involve covering contaminated soil with a geotextile fabric, a clean soil cap, and vegetation. The solutions to address contaminated soil lead exist, but they require the political will and funding to implement, according to Mielke.

“Generation after generation living in the same place in the city, they’re running into the same problems,” said Mielke. “And that can be resolved, but it takes concerted effort.”

One of the earliest and most adamant critics of leaded gasoline in the 1920s was Yandell Henderson, a Yale University physiology professor who warned the U.S. government that lead exhaust from cars would cause widespread chronic lead poisoning in urban centers. In a 1925 New York Times article, Henderson warned of the dangers the public faced from leaded gasoline polluting the atmosphere. While he emphasized the need for Congress to intervene to prevent this exposure, Henderson predicted this would not happen and that instead “conditions would grow worse so gradually and the development of lead poisoning will come on so insidiously … that leaded gasoline will be in nearly universal use and large numbers of cars will have been sold … before the public and the government awaken to the situation.” 

The perils of ignoring the public health experts at the cost of the environment and human health have been evident over the past century, said UNEP Executive Director Inger Andersen during the press conference. “Leaded fuel illustrates in a nutshell the kind of mistakes that humanity has been making at every level of our societies; the kind of mistakes that have brought us to the triple planetary crisis: the crisis of climate change, the crisis of biodiversity loss, and the crisis of pollution,” said Andersen. She noted that the fuel and vehicle industries’ rush to adopt tetraethyl lead, despite its grave public health implications, led to tremendous damage.

“But the global response to leaded fuel shows that humanity can learn from and fix mistakes that we’ve made,” said Andersen. “We got where we are today thanks to this innovative public-private partnership.” 

Surgical masks work very well in preventing spread of COVID-19, biggest ever study finds

Masks have been politicized by some and derided by others throughout the pandemic. At the beginning of the pandemic, U.S. public health officials advised the public not to wear masks, in order to save then-scarce personal protective equipment for frontline workers. They quickly reversed their position and recommended masks — a seeming reversal that is still a sticking point for many citizens and politicians.

Yet since those early days, scientific studies have shown time and time again that masks — cloth, surgical, N95 masks, sometimes a mix of two — are a key step in stopping the spread of COVID-19. While the size of these studies varied, the outcome was typically the same; yet in scientific research, the larger the study, generally the more conclusive the results. 

Hence, the medical community has been abuzz over a new research study released this week — and the largest study ever of its kind — that looks into face masks’ efficacy for stopping COVID-19 transmission. The study also looked into interventions and their effectiveness, meaning forms of reminders that ask the public to wear masks. The Bangladesh-based research project, led by Innovations for Poverty Action Bangladesh, offers the most conclusive evidence yet that widespread wearing of surgical masks specifically can limit the spread of the coronavirus. The paper is currently a preprint, under peer review with the journal Science.

As the more contagious delta variant spreads across the world, the results of this study might create some urgency to ensure ​​surgical masks are distributed in communities across the world where vaccine accessibility is currently limited, or wearing masks isn’t common.

“We now have evidence from a randomized, controlled trial that mask promotion increases the use of face coverings and prevents the spread of COVID-19,” said Stephen Luby, MD, professor of medicine at Stanford and co-author of the study, in a press release. “This is the gold standard for evaluating public health interventions. Importantly, this approach was designed to be scalable in lower- and middle-income countries struggling to get or distribute vaccines against the virus.”

The researchers enrolled nearly 350,000 people from 600 villages in rural Bangladesh who were randomly assigned to a series of interventions promoting the use of surgical masks. Those who lived in those villages promoting the strategy were 11 percent less likely to develop COVID-19 compared to those living in the control villages, meaning those villages that were being studied but didn’t have intervention strategies implemented, during an eight-week period. Notably, the reduction in likelihood of getting COVID-19 in the randomly assigned villages promoting the use of surgical masks increased to 35 percent for people over the age of 60. In total, 178,288 people were in the intervention group, and 163,838 people were in the control group.

So, what were these intervention strategies? Providing free surgical masks; reminding people in-person to mask up in public; informing citizens about the importance of covering both the mouth and nose with a mask; and having community leaders act as role models by masking regularly in the community.


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The researchers estimated that in the intervention groups, nearly 42 % of people in the villages would wear masks thanks to a combination of these intervention tactics. Mask-wearing increased by 28.8 percent after the intervention. In the villages where masks-intervention strategies weren’t deployed, only a little over 13 percent of people in those villages were recorded wearing masks properly.

“Our study is the first randomized controlled trial exploring whether facial masking prevents COVID-19 transmission at the community level,” said lead author Ashley Styczynski, MD, MPH, an infectious disease fellow at Stanford University in a news release. “It’s notable that even though fewer than 50% of the people in the intervention villages wore masks in public places, we still saw a significant risk reduction in symptomatic COVID-19 in these communities, particularly in elderly, more vulnerable people.”

Researchers collected the data in real time as they stationed themselves at various public places in both the control and intervention villages, recording if people were properly wearing a mask — over both their mouth and nose — and if they appeared to be physically distant, too. During the fifth week of the study, researchers asked people in the community if they had experienced any COVID-19 symptoms, such as fever, cough, nasal congestion and sore throat. In the intervention villages, about 7.6 percent of people reported symptoms of COVID-19. In the control villages, researchers recorded that about 8.6 percent of people recorded symptoms.

Notably, transmission was low in Bangladesh when the data were collected.

Out of those who were symptomatic in both groups, an estimated 40 percent of people agreed to provide a sample blood test to confirm the presence of SARS-CoV-2. As for people who had symptoms and then consented to a blood sample to confirm a SARS-CoV-2 infection, the rate of people who tested positive was 0.76% of people in the control villages and 0.68% in the intervention villages. This means that any mask led to a 9.3% reduction in overall reduction in risk for symptomatic confirmed infection with any mask type.

The difference is statistically significant. For surgical masks, the reduction in risk increased to 11 percent. As Salon has previously reported, any mask is better than no mask, but surgical masks offer more protection than cloth ones, as this study affirms.

As the Washington Post reported, the authors emphasize that the takeaway isn’t that masks are only 9.3 percent effective. Instead, it’s the risk that’s reduced — and the scientists believe the risk reduction would be higher if universal masking occurred.

The interventions from this study are being rolled out in Pakistan, India, Nepal and parts of Latin America. The researchers suspect the United States could benefit from them, too.

“Unfortunately, much of the conversation around masking in the United States is not evidence-based,” Luby said. “Our study provides strong evidence that mask wearing can interrupt the transmission of SARS-CoV-2. It also suggests that filtration efficiency is important. This includes the fit of the mask as well as the materials from which it is made. A cloth mask is certainly better than nothing. But now might be a good time to consider upgrading to a surgical mask.”

TX anti-abortion tip website briefly found new home with provider known for serving extremist sites

A controversial “whistleblower” website set up to anonymously report individuals providing or assisting Texans with abortions briefly found a new home after GoDaddy, the popular domain hosting service, booted the site earlier this week for its collection of personal information. 

According to public domain registration data first reported by the technology publication ArsTechnica, ProLifeWhistleblower.com was added to the client roster of Epik, a provider that has generated headlines for serving neo-Nazi and other extremist sites.

The “snitch hotline,” as critics online have taken to calling it, was created by the anti-abortion evangelical group Texas Right to Life. Immediately upon its creation, the website generated intense controversy and was eventually flooded with bogus tips and Shrek porn — crashing the website due to overwhelming traffic. 

The online drama was the latest fallout from the near-total abortion ban that went into effect in Texas this week after the Supreme Court refused to block the measure. The law bars doctors from performing the procedures after six weeks, long before many women are even aware they are pregnant. It also incentivizes people to sue providers and those who assist individuals seeking abortions, such as ride-share drivers or social workers. 


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It all began last Thursday when GoDaddy terminated the website’s domain registration. It said Texas Right to Life had “violated multiple provisions,” including one which bars sites hosted by the company to “collect or harvest . . . non-public or personally identifiable information” without written consent from the subject.

In a defiant blog post, Texas Right to Life spokesperson Kimberlyn Schwartz blasted the decision:

We will not be silenced. If anti-Lifers want to take our website down, we’ll put it back up.

No one can keep us from telling the truth. No one can stop us from saving lives. We are not afraid of the mob. Anti-Life activists hate us because we’re winning. Hundreds of babies are being saved from abortion right now because of Texas Right to Life, and these attacks don’t change that.

Within 24 hours, the site had moved to Epik, a provider that has previously landed in the headlines for serving extremist websites that other companies have deemed too toxic: neo-Nazi propaganda, QAnon home base 8chan and Alex Jones’ conspiracy theory network InfoWars. 

The company even began serving right-wing social media site Gab after it was booted from its original domain registrar following a deadly synagogue shooting in Pittsburgh by a user of the site who had posted anti-Semitic messages. The embattled conservative social platform Parler was also resurrected with a domain registered to Epik after Amazon’s web hosting service dropped the site, citing “violent content.”

But even Epik founder Robert Monster seems to have his limits. Late Saturday night, it appeared that Texas Right to Life website had disabled its anonymous tip submission form.

“We received complaints about the site,” a representative for Epik told The Daily Beast, saying the website had “violated Epik’s Terms of Use” in an apparent reference to the collection of third-party personal information without consent.

“We contacted the owner of the domain, who agreed to disable the collection of user submissions on this domain.”

Epik confirmed to Salon the site had shut down completely shortly after Saturday’s decision.

It remains unclear whether Texas Right to Life will continue to solicit anonymous whistleblower tips in some other way. 

CORRECTION: This story has been edited since its initial publication to include information from Epik clarifying the timeline that prolifewhistleblower.com was live on its nameserver.

Is higher education a pyramid scheme?

For the last decade and a half, I’ve been teaching ethics to undergraduates. Now — admittedly, a little late to the party — I’ve started seriously questioning my own ethics. I’ve begun to wonder just what it means to be a participant, however minor, in the pyramid scheme that higher education has become in the years since I went to college.

Airplane Games

Sometime in the late 1980s, the Airplane Game roared through the San Francisco Bay Area lesbian community. It was a classic pyramid scheme, even if cleverly dressed up in language about women’s natural ability to generate abundance, just as we gestate children in our miraculous wombs. If the connection between feminism and airplanes was a little murky — well, we could always think of ourselves as modern-day Amelia Earharts. (As long as we didn’t think too hard about how she ended up.)

A few women made a lot of money from it — enough, in the case of one friend of mine, for a down payment on a house. Inevitably, a lot more of us lost money, even as some like me stood on the sidelines sadly shaking our heads.

There were four tiers on that “airplane”: a captain, two co-pilots, four crew, and 8 passengers — 15 in all to start. You paid $3,000 to get on at the back of the plane as a passenger, so the first captain (the original scammer), got out with $24,000 — $3,000 from each passenger. The co-pilots and crew, who were in on the fix, paid nothing to join. When the first captain “parachuted out,” the game split in two, and each co-pilot became the captain of a new plane. They then pressured their four remaining passengers to recruit enough new women to fill each plane, so they could get their payday, and the two new co-pilots could each captain their own planes.

Unless new people continued to get on at the back of each plane, there would be no payday for the earlier passengers, so the pressure to recruit ever more women into the game only grew. The original scammers ran through the game a couple of times, but inevitably the supply of gullible women willing to invest their savings ran out. By the time the game collapsed, hundreds of women had lost significant amounts of money.

No one seemed to know the women who’d brought the game and all those “planes” to the Bay Area, but they had spun a winning story about endless abundance and the glories of women’s energy. After the game collapsed, they took off for another women’s community with their “earnings,” leaving behind a lot of sadder, poorer, and perhaps wiser San Francisco lesbians.  

Feasting at the Tenure Trough or Starving in the Ivory Tower?

So, you may be wondering, what could that long-ago scam have to do with my ethical qualms about working as a college instructor? More than you might think.

Let’s start with PhD programs. In 2019, the most recent year for which statistics are available, U.S. colleges and universities churned out about 55,700 doctorates — and such numbers continue to increase by about 1% a year. The average number of doctorates earned over the last decade is almost 53,000 annually. In other words, we’re talking about nearly 530,000 PhDs produced by American higher education in those 10 years alone. Many of them have ended up competing for a far smaller number of jobs in the academic world.

It’s true that most PhDs in science or engineering end up with post-doctoral positions (earning roughly $40,000 a year) or with tenure-track or tenured jobs in colleges and universities (averaging $60,000 annually to start). Better yet, most of them leave their graduate programs with little or no debt.

The situation is far different if your degree wasn’t in STEM (science, technology, engineering, or mathematics) but, for example, in education or the humanities. As a start, far more of those degree-holders graduate owing money, often significant sums, and ever fewer end up teaching in tenure-track positions — in jobs, that is, with security, decent pay, and benefits.

Many of the non-STEM PhDs who stay in academia end up joining an exploited, contingent workforce of part-time, or “adjunct,” professors. That reserve army of the underemployed is higher education’s dirty little secret. After all, we — and yes, I’m one of them — actually teach the majority of the classes in many schools, while earning as little as $1,500 a semester for each of them.

I hate to bring up transportation again, but there’s a reason teachers like us are called “freeway flyers.” A 2014 Congressional report revealed that 89% of us work at more than one institution and 27% at three different schools, just to cobble together the most meager of livings.

Many of us, in fact, rely on public antipoverty programs to keep going. Inside Higher Ed, reflecting on a 2020 report from the American Federation of Teachers, describesour situation this way:

“Nearly 25% of adjunct faculty members rely on public assistance, and 40% struggle to cover basic household expenses, according to a new report from the American Federation of Teachers. Nearly a third of the 3,000 adjuncts surveyed for the report earn less than $25,000 a year. That puts them below the federal poverty guideline for a family of four.”

I’m luckier than most adjuncts. I have a union, and over the years we’ve fought for better pay, healthcare, a pension plan, and a pathway (however limited) to advancement. Now, however, my school’s administration is using the pandemic as an excuse to try to claw back the tiny cost-of-living adjustments we won in 2019.

The Oxford Dictionary of English defines an adjunct as “a thing added to something else as a supplementary rather than an essential part.” Once upon a time, in the middle of the previous century, that’s just what adjunct faculty were — occasional additions to the full-time faculty. Often, they were retired professionals who supplemented a department’s offerings by teaching a single course in their area of expertise, while their salaries were more honoraria than true payments for work performed. Later, as more women entered academia, it became common for a male professor’s wife to teach a course or two, often as part of his employment arrangement with the university. Since her salary was a mere adjunct to his, she was paid accordingly.

Now, the situation has changed radically. In many colleges and universities, adjunct faculty are no longer supplements, but the most “essential part” of the teaching staff. Classes simply couldn’t go on without us; nor, if you believe college administrations, could their budgets be balanced without us. After all, why pay a full-time professor $10,000 to teach a class (since he or she will be earning, on average, $60,000 a year and covering three classes a semester) when you can give a part-timer like me $1,500 for the very same work? 

And adjuncts have little choice. The competition for full-time positions is fierce, since every year another 53,000 or more new PhDs climb into the back row of the academic airplane, hoping to make it to the pilot’s seat and secure a tenure-track position.

And here’s another problem with that. These days the people in the pilots’ seats often aren’t parachuting out. They’re staying right where they are. That, in turn, means new PhDs find themselves competing for an ever-shrinking prize, as Laura McKenna has writtenin the Atlantic, “not only with their own cohort but also with the unemployed PhDs who graduated in previous years.” Many of those now clinging to pilots’ seats are members of my own boomer generation, who still benefit from a 1986 law (signed by then-75-year-old President Ronald Reagan) that outlawed mandatory retirements.

Grade Inflation v. Degree Inflation?

People in the world of education often bemoan the problem of “grade inflation” — the tendency of average grades to creep up over time. Ironically, this problem is exacerbated by the adjunctification of teaching, since adjuncts tend to award higher grades than professors with secure positions. The reason is simple enough: colleges use student evaluations as a major metric for rehiring adjuncts and higher grades translate directly into better evaluations. Grade inflation at the college level is, in my view, a non-issue, at least for students. Employers don’t look at your transcript when they’re hiring you and even graduate schools care more about recommendations and GRE scores.

The real problem faced by today’s young people isn’t grade inflation. It’s degree inflation.

Once upon a time in another America, a high-school diploma was enough to snag you a good job, with a chance to move up as time went on (especially if you were white and male, as the majority of workers were in those days). And you paid no tuition whatsoever for that diploma. In fact, public education through 12th grade is still free, though its quality varies profoundly depending on who you are and where you live.

But all that changed as increasing numbers of employers began requiring a college degree for jobs that don’t by any stretch of the imagination require a college education to perform. The Washington Post reports:

“Among the positions never requiring a college degree in the past that are quickly adding that to the list of desired requirements: dental hygienists, photographers, claims adjusters, freight agents, and chemical equipment operators.”

In 2017, Manjari Raman of the Harvard Business School wrote that

“the degree gap — the discrepancy between the demand for a college degree in job postings and the employees who are currently in that job who have a college degree — is significant. For example, in 2015, 67% of production supervisor job postings asked for a college degree, while only 16% of employed production supervisors had one.”

In other words, even though most people already doing such jobs don’t have a bachelor’s degree, companies are only hiring new people who do. Part of the reason: that requirement automatically eliminates a lot of applicants, reducing the time and effort involved in making hiring decisions. Rather than sifting through résumés for specific skills (like the ability to use certain computer programs or write fluently), employers let a college degree serve as a proxy. The result is not only that they’ll hire people who don’t have the skills they actually need, but that they’re eliminating people who do have the skills but not the degree. You won’t be surprised to learn that those rejected applicants are more likely to be people of color, who are underrepresented among the holders of college degrees.

Similarly, some fields that used to accept a BA now require a graduate degree to perform the same work. For example, the Bureau of Labor Statistics reports that “in 2015–16, about 39% of all occupational therapists ages 25 and older had a bachelor’s degree as their highest level of educational attainment.” Now, however, employers are commonly insisting that new applicants hold at least a master’s degree — and so up the pyramid we continually go (at ever greater cost to those students).

The Biggest Pyramid of All

In a sense, you could say that the whole capitalist economy is the biggest pyramid of them all. For every one of the fascinating, fulfilling, autonomous, and well-paying jobs out there, there are thousands of boring, mind- and body-crushing ones like pulling items for shipment in an Amazon warehouse or folding clothes at Forever 21.

We know, in other words, that there are only a relatively small number of spaces in the cockpit of today’s economic plane. Nonetheless, we tell our young people that the guaranteed way to get one of those rare gigs at the top of the pyramid is a college education.

Now, just stop for a second and consider what it costs to join the 2021 all-American Airplane Game of education. In 1970, when I went to Reed, a small, private, liberal arts college, tuition was $3,000 a year. I was lucky. I had a scholarship (known in modern university jargon as a “tuition discount”) that covered most of my costs. This year, annual tuition at that same school is a mind-boggling $62,420, more than 20 times as high. If college costs had simply risen with inflation, the price would be about $21,000 a year, or just under triple the price. 

If I’d attended Federal City College (now the University of D.C.), my equivalent of a state school then, tuition would have been free. Now, even state schools cost too much for many students. Annually, tuition at the University of California at Berkeley, the flagship school of that state’s system, is $14,253 for in-state students, and $44,007 for out-of-staters.

I left school owing $800, or about $4,400 in today’s dollars. These days, most financial “aid” resembles foreign “aid” to developing countries — that is, it generally takes the form of loans whose interest piles up so fast that it’s hard to keep up with it, let alone begin to pay off the principal in your post-college life. Some numbers to contemplate: 62% of those graduating with a BA in 2019 did so owing money — owing, in fact, an average of almost $29,000. The average debt of those earning a graduate degree was an even more staggering $71,000. That, of course, is on top of whatever the former students had already shelled out while in school. And that, in turn, is before the “miracle” of compound interest takes hold and that debt starts to grow like a rogue zucchini.

It’s enough to make me wonder whether a seat in the Great American College and University Airplane Game is worth the price, and whether it’s ethical for me to continue serving as an adjunct flight attendant along the way. Whatever we tell students about education being the path to a good job, the truth is that there are remarkably few seats at the front of the plane.

Of course, on the positive side, I do still believe that time spent at college offers students something beyond any price — the opportunity to learn to think deeply and critically, while encountering people very different from themselves. The luckiest students graduate with a lifelong curiosity about the world and some tools to help them satisfy it. That is truly a ticket to a good life — and no one should have to buy a seat in an Airplane Game to get one.

Copyright 2021 Rebecca Gordon

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About to go shopping for heirloom tomatoes? Here’s no-nonsense advice from a real-life tomato expert

Even when you know a thing or two about tomatoes, the wide world of the much-loved fruit is enormous — there are at least 10,000 varieties out in the world. That might seem hard to believe when you see only a few at the grocery store — beefsteak, grape, cherry, plum — but a trip to a farmers’ market or a specialty grocer can give you a glimpse into the wider world of flavorful and unique varieties. These tomatoes are most likely heirloom tomatoes: tomatoes whose seeds have been passed down from generation to generation, and are grown using open-pollinated seed (aka non-hybrid seed). These varieties are generally at least 50 years old, although some have been saved for more than 400 years.

There are more than 3,000 varieties of heirloom tomato plants in active cultivation, which is why we sat down with Craig LeHoullier, author of the 2019 book “Epic Tomatoes,” to talk about some of the best heirloom tomato varieties. Among his credentials as a bonafide tomato expert (tomato whisperer, as we like to call him), LeHoullier has grown more than 4,000 varieties himself; named the now-loved Cherokee Purple tomato in 1990; and is co-leader of the Dwarf Tomato Breeding Project, which helps breed and share tomato seeds ideal for smaller spaces and container gardening.

The different types of tomatoes

There are reasons why the tomatoes you see at farmers’ markets look a bit different than those at grocery stores. “The tomatoes that are in grocery stores have been bred to be machine harvested, piled into train cars, gased with ethylene to help them turn that ugly, sickly pink color, and they don’t taste very good,” explains LeHoullier.

The commercial tomato industry focuses on tomatoes that look and taste the same, can be shipped year round, can travel long distances without spoiling, and are firm enough to be easily sliced for sandwiches. That production system relies on heavy use of pesticides and farming practices that are detrimental to the environment. Focusing on consistency and productivity by growing just a few tomato varieties, as the commercial agriculture industry does, is also a concern for biodiversity, as pollinators are exposed to more chemicals and plants could become more susceptible to disease.

Beyond large-scale commodity tomato farming, there are farmers using responsible farming practices growing hybrid tomato varieties, a process that cross-pollinates two tomato varieties to produce offspring with the best traits of each parent plant. Hybrid plants can be bred for a number of reasons, including disease resistance, uniformity, productivity, ease of growing and flavor. (While sometimes confused with genetically modified organisms, hybrids are produced by normal breeding, whereas GMOs are the product of more complex genetic modification in a lab.)

Heirloom plants, on the other hand, are older “vintage” seeds of plants that have been around since before 1950. (The first hybrid tomato seeds to be sold in a catalogue, Burpees Big Boy, went on sale in the 1950s, says LeHoullier, so anything from before that date is likely to be non-hybrid.) Heirloom tomato plant seeds are saved from harvest to harvest, passed down from generation to generation, and organizations like Seed Savers Exchange and others have helped revitalize interest in heirloom flavors and their stories. While some popular types of heirloom tomatoes are sold on a wide scale at grocery stores, you’ll have the most luck finding the more interesting and flavorful varieties at farmers’ markets, farmstands and in community supported agriculture (CSA) shares.

Tips for shopping for heirloom tomatoes

LeHoullier says consumers shouldn’t worry about buying tomatoes at the farmers’ market when they are only half ripe. “That’s actually a smart time to pick them,” he says, “because if you leave tomatoes on plants until they become fully colored, they’re more likely to be eaten by a critter, and they’re more likely to crack, especially if you get rain or something like that.”

And as an avid tomato grower — he’s been at it for 40-plus years — LeHoullier has put his tomatoes to the test. “I can pick tomatoes that are half ripe, leave them on my counter for two days, and they fully ripen up and they taste indistinguishable from tomatoes that are off the vine.”

You should also know that there is no correlation between color and flavor. Some will be sweet, some will be tart, some mild, some shockingly intense. It’s an individual journey to figure out what flavor of tomatoes you enjoy, LeHoullier says, recommending people buy a few varieties and have a tasting party at home. “If people go to a farmers’ market stall and see 20 different types of tomatoes,” LeHoullier says, “they can assume that it’s like getting a box of chocolates. Bring it home and take a bite out of each one.”

Some of the best heirloom tomatoes

Ready to go shopping for heirloom tomatoes? Here are some of the best heirloom tomato varieties, with suggestions from LeHoullier, as well as tips pulled from several of our favorite Instagram tomato accounts, Wild Boar FarmsGary Ibsen, and the World Tomato Society.

Cherokee purple 

This heirloom tomato is a whirlwind of colors, with a dark purple-black skin, red-green-purple outer flesh with a darker red interior flesh. It lands on LeHoullier’s top three favorite tomatoes list for a few reasons: “You know, part of it is I get to name it (he named the tomatoes in 1990), so I feel like it’s a special tomato to me, ” he says, “and part of it is because it really is just a super delicious tomato that yields reliably for gardeners all over the country. And it’s not terribly hard to find it at farmers’ markets anymore. It’s become very popular.”

Cherokee purple tomatoes have a sweet, rich flavor, sometimes described as a bit smoky. They are great on sandwiches or salads.

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Black cherry

Gary Ibsen, author of “The Great Tomato Book,” and co-founder of The World Tomato Society, says these thin, dark, mahogany brown/purple skinned tomatoes are the best selling and most popular of the 650 tomato seed varieties he sells online. “Fruits are irresistibly delicious with sweet, rich, complex, full tomato flavors that burst in your mouth, characteristic of the most flavorful black tomatoes,” he writes. (Black tomatoes are usually described as having an earthy, sometimes smoky sweetness to them.) Black cherry tomatoes are a great container garden tomato, easy to grow on patios or other small spaces, and are often found at farmers’ markets. Use for a burst cherry tomato pasta sauce, salads or eating out of hand.

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Brandywine

Brandywine tomatoes are a variety more and more common at farmers’ markets: large, heavy tomatoes with a nice balance of sweetness and acidity. “Brandywine is a spectacular tomato,” says LeHoullier. Brad Gibson, a tomato breeder and grower in California who runs Wild Boar Farms, describes them as, “large, meaty, tasty tomatoes with great production.”

You can also find Brandywine tomatoes in a few different colors, including pink, yellow and orange. The Yellow Brandywine are said to be more productive than other varieties, so you may see them more often. The World Tomato Society suggests using them to make yellow tomato juice, among other things.

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Hawaiian Pineapple

Another popular yellow tomato among many growers and shoppers is the Hawaiian Pineapple tomato. Ibsen describes this large golden-orange beefsteak variety, as having a “luscious, very rich, sweet pineapple-like flavor.” But for others, including LeHoullier, the flavor is too sweet and not tomatoey. “

“They don’t taste like tomatoes to me. They taste like a peach and they have the texture of a peach,” LeHoullier says. “So they’re actually not my favorite tomatoes to eat, but I do think they’re among the most beautiful tomatoes of all.”

For some preparations, or those who don’t like sweet, fruit flavors, these tomatoes might not be the best choice. But for recipes where you’d like a little sweetness — tomato granita or salsa maybe — they could be the perfect fit.

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Green Giant, Green Zebra and Cherokee Green

“The tomatoes that stay green when they are ripe, which always fool a lot of people, they almost all taste great,” says LeHoullier. “Something like Green Giant or Cherokee Green are always among my favorite tomatoes.” They are both great options to look for at the farmers’ market and similar in taste and color. Green Zebra are sometimes striped with yellow and are round and smaller than Green Giant, which can grow up to two pounds. Gibson describes Cherokee Green, whose interior is bright green and skin is yellow-ish when ripe, as a “truly wonderful tomato.” They all have intense flavors, with variations of juicy, tangy, tart and sweet notes. As LeHoullier says, you can’t really go wrong with these green guys.

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Sungold cherry tomatoes (not heirloom, but worth mentioning)

Not an heirloom variety, but still worth noting as they are the only hybrid that LeHoullier actively grows year after year. “There is no tomato that tastes like it,” he says. “It is really quite spectacular.”

With a distinctive, tangy-sweet flavor, these golden-orange cherry tomatoes are a bit firmer/plumper than other cherry tomato varieties, they are great eaten out of hand, in salads or on crudite platters.

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The crust is a great recipe that we use often for savory pies such as quiches. It is much easier to work with than typical flour and shortening crusts. Feel free to experiment with the filling – the type of cheese, don’t use the almonds, etc. The star of the production are the slow-roasted tomatoes! This recipe was demonstrated at a cooking school class I participated in at Southern Season Gourmet Store in Chapel Hill, N.C. (which, alas, has closed). This is simply one of my favorite things to make with tomatoes!

roasted heirloom tomato crostata
“Craig’s Roasted Tomato Crostata”. Photo by Craig LeHoullier.

Recipe: Craig’s Roasted Tomato Crostata

Craig LeHoullier, “Epic Tomatoes”

Ingredients:

For the crust

  • 1 cup whole wheat flour
  • 3/4 cup all purpose unbleached flour
  • 1/4 cup coarse yellow cornmeal
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon sugar
  • A few grinds of black pepper
  • 1/2 cup of good quality olive oil
  • 1/2 cup of water

For the crostata assembly

  • 2 tablespoons feta or goat cheese, unflavored, room temperature
  • 2 tablespoons butter, softened
  • 2 tablespoons almonds
  • 2 peeled medium-sized cloves garlic
  • 2 tablespoons lemon juice
  • 20 leaves fresh basil
  • Parmesan Reggiano or Grana Padano cheese
  • 1 sheet of Craig’s slow-roasted tomatoes (see recipe below)

Method:

  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
  2. Make the crust:  Put the flour, cornmeal, salt, sugar and pepper in a large bowl and whisk well to combine. Add the water and olive oil, and, using a fork, mix the liquid into the solids to combine. Use your hands to make a soft ball and set aside.
  3. Make the filling: In a small food processor fitted with the chopping blade, add the goat or feta cheese, butter, almonds, garlic, lemon juice and basil leaves. Pulse to blend well, scraping down the sides a few times.
  4. Assemble the crostata: Put a sheet of parchment onto a counter. Put the ball of dough into the center, and using a rolling pin, flatten into a circle that reaches the edges of the parchment. Put the butter mixture into the center, and using a spoon, spread it into a 6-8 inch circle, leaving a few inches of uncoated crust. Place the roasted tomatoes onto butter mixture to completely cover. Using a dough scraper, fold the uncovered crust up to the center – do this 5 or 6 times to make a pasty with 4-5 inches of tomatoes showing in the center. Grate parmesan cheese over the tomatoes to cover.
  5. Carefully pick up the parchment and slide the crostata onto the jelly roll pan – bake for 45 minutes, or until golden brown and bubbly. You can bump the temperature up to 400 degrees for the last 10 minutes, to create good, even browning.

Recipe courtesy of Craig LeHoullier’s personal collection.

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This is the preparation for the tomatoes to use in the Roasted Tomato Crostata recipe. They are also wonderful for a pizza topping, or cut into slivers and used in a pasta topping…or a frittata, or an omelet – or just to munch on. They are similar to sun dried tomatoes, softer and juicier, but the flavor is just as concentrated. Be creative! We froze 10 bags of them and make recipes using them all winter, into spring. This recipe is a modification of that used in a cooking school class that I participated in for the cooking school at Southern Seasons Gourmet Shop in Chapel Hill, NC (alas, it is no more).

Recipe: Craig’s Slow Roasted Tomato Segments

Craig LeHoullier, “Epic Tomatoes”

Ingredients:

  • A selection of perfectly ripe tomatoes – mixed colors are fine (and pretty!)
  • Good quality olive oil
  • Coarse ground sea salt
  • Coarse ground black pepper
  • 10 x 15 inch jelly roll pans
  • Parchment paper

Method:

  1. Preheat oven to 250 degrees.
  2. Cut tomatoes into pieces about 2 inches by 2 inches – remove seeds (this is a great recipe to make while seed saving).
  3. Lay the tomato pieces on the pans covered with a sheet of parchment paper, close together but not touching. Fill the pan with the tomato pieces.
  4. Drizzle some olive oil over the pieces, and grind some sea salt and pepper over the tomatoes. Don’t overdo it because the flavors will concentrate.
  5. Slow roast for 2 1/2 to 3 hours, until the pieces shrink and collapse and darken in color; they should still be moist, not dry.
  6. Let cool; store in small freezer bags or a small container. They will last in the refrigerator for about one week, or frozen for a year or more.

Recipe courtesy of Craig LeHoullier’s personal collection.

Melania has “no interest” in being first lady again or helping Trump with his “political ambitions”

According to an exclusive report from CNN, Melania Trump is letting people know she has “no interest” in seeing her husband Donald make another run for the presidency and would not participate in the campaign if he did.

Speaking with host Kaitlan Collins on Sunday morning, CNN’s Kate Bennett said the former first lady does not want a return engagement in the White House.

“Not unlike 2016, Melania Trump has no intention really of joining the campaign or being a prolific presence,” Bennett reported. “I’ve spoken to people who said that she’s not really even interested in being in the White House again, going through being first lady again.”

“We know she’s an extremely private person and that being in the public eye wasn’t necessarily something she wanted to do in the first place,” she continued. “She’s retreated now back to Mar-a-Lago, being a mom, et cetera, and she really has no interest in helping her husband with his perceived, as we all know, his political ambitions.”


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“Is this not a conversation that’s happening?” Collins asked.

“I don’t think that’s how they operate,” Bennett explained. “People are under the misconception that this is a couple that don’t spend time together, they don’t talk — it’s really not true. They have very independent lives but they do consult each other. In 2016 when she was asked to do events, asked to go on campaign events and rallies, the answer was ‘no’ so often that people on Trump’s campaign just stopped asking her because it was always going to be a no — and we’ll see that again this time around.”

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Can we clean up the mess we’ve created? We have to do it now, or face extinction

There is a growing sense, among young people as well as older demographics, that humanity is in deep trouble, and that extracting ourselves from our current predicament is going to take a concerted effort unlike anything our species has attempted in recorded history — if it’s possible at all. The IPCC recently issued a “code red for humanity” about climate change, as the UN Secretary-General António Guterres put it, adding that “the alarm bells are deafening.” Last year was the second warmest on record, and of the warmest 21 years, 20 have occurred since 2000. Right now, there are 416.96 parts per million (ppm) of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, an increase of about 100 ppm since just 1960. As a point of reference, our Homo ancestors lived and evolved for some 2.5 million years with ambient concentrations averaging about 250 ppm.

Advocates of the so-called “New Optimism,” such as Steven Pinker, like to quote Bill Clinton’s exhortation to “follow the trend lines, not the headlines.” Right now, the headlines are overflowing with almost unbearably bad news, such as the bungled U.S. withdrawal from Afghanistan, which has created heartbreaking scenes of human beings desperately clinging to the outside of passenger boarding bridges, and terrifying videos of people falling from airplanes — including a 17-year-old soccer star named Zaki Anwari. Yet this is, as most historically literate people know, the most recent culmination of many decades of failed Western-imperialist interventions in the region, including our misguided involvement in the Soviet-Afghan war, during which the U.S. backed the anti-communist Mujahideen rebels, one of whom was a Salafi jihadist known as Osama bin Laden. In 1988, bin Laden founded al-Qaida (meaning “The Base”), an apocalyptic group that was of course responsible for the catastrophic terrorist attacks of 9/11, which provided the pretext for subsequent U.S. invasions of Afghanistan and, later, Iraq (which had nothing to do with 9/11, nor was it manufacturing weapons of mass destruction).

So, what do the trend lines show? The rapid takeover of Afghanistan from the Taliban is fueling worries that al-Qaida could make a comeback, which once again raises the prospect of terrorist attacks against the U.S. Although al-Qaida is weaker than before, it is worth recalling that the core membership of the group in 2002 was only around 170 people. But this time around the inventory of political grievances that drive Islamist terrorism has grown, thanks to the U.S.-led pre-emptive invasion of Iraq, the indefinite detention of “detainees” in Guantánamo Bay, the use of torture as “enhanced interrogation” and so on.

One heard the slogan “never forget” from Americans ad nauseam after 9/11, but the cultural memory of peoples in the Middle East is far more robust than ours. Consider “The Management of Savagery,” an influential jihadist manual published in 2004, which foregrounds a number of past foreign policy missteps by the West, including the Sykes-Picot Agreement that carved up the Middle East after the Ottoman Empire collapsed in the aftermath of World War I. As the now-deceased “caliph” of ISIS, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, declared in 2014, “this blessed advance will not stop until we hit the last nail in the coffin of the Sykes-Picot conspiracy.” If events from the World War I era have prominently driven extremism over the years, imagine how long the atrocities committed by Western forces since 2001 will continue to motivate actions and recruitment in the future. To borrow an insight from Robert Pape at the University of Chicago, terrorism is a demand-driven rather than supply-limited phenomenon.

Add to this the fact that emerging technologies, most notably synthetic biology, cyber-technologies and artificial intelligence, will place unprecedented destructive power in the hands of non-state actors — e.g., terrorists — meaning that the next 9/11 could claim far more victims. In fact, ISIS — which grew out of al-Qaida in Iraq and espoused an even more violently apocalyptic ideology — explicitly fantasized about weaponizing the bubonic plague. As an ISIS member who was educated in physics and chemistry wrote in a document obtained by the U.S., “the advantages of biological weapons is the low cost and high rate of casualties.”

The growing power and accessibility of so-called “dual-use” technologies (those that can be used to benefit humanity or inflict terrible harms) is one of the main reasons global catastrophic risk scholars believe the threat of civilizational collapse and even human extinction is higher today than ever before. As Lord Martin Rees famously speculated in his 2003 book “Our Final Hour,” civilization has no better than a 50/50 chance of surviving this century. Three years earlier, the co-founder of Sun Microsystems, Bill Joy, compellingly argued in a much-discussed Wired article that, because of technology,

it is no exaggeration to say we are on the cusp of the further perfection of extreme evil, an evil whose possibility spreads well beyond that which weapons of mass destruction bequeathed to the nation-states, on to a surprising and terrible empowerment of extreme individuals.

The intersection of these historical and technological trend lines — of religio-political terrorism and the democratization of science and technology — do not bode well for the future. Add to this the fact that climate change may have played an integral role in the creation of ISIS (by causing record-breaking droughts in Syria that fueled the Syrian civil war, which spawned the organization), and one wonders whether the mayhem since late 2001 might be a mere preview of what’s to come.

Meanwhile, in the U.S., the political backdrop of these developments is an unraveling of the fabric of democracy itself. A sizable portion of the Republican Party has backed the “Big Lie” that Donald Trump won the 2020 presidential election, which led to the murderous Jan. 6 insurrection at the U.S. Capitol in an attempt to prevent the peaceful transfer of power to Joe Biden. As Ray Roseberry, a Trump supporter who recently parked his truck next to the Library of Congress claiming to have a bomb, said during a Facebook livestream: “You have two options here, Joe [Biden]: you shoot me, [and] there’s two and a half blocks going with me. You’re talking about a revolution, the revolution is on, it’s here, it’s today.”

Republicans are painfully aware that their chances of winning the presidency are slim — the Democrats, for example, have won the popular vote in seven of the last eight presidential elections — and consequently party leaders are taking flagrantly authoritarian steps to enable state legislatures to overturn the will of the people in 2024. Election law expert and University of California professor Richard Hasen recently described this as extremely alarming, stating on CNN’s “New Day”: “I never expected to say I’d be scared shitless on CNN, but that’s how I feel.”

What do these trend lines indicate? Internationally, the world has slid into a “democratic recession,” with more than half of countries in the Economist Intelligence Unit’s Democracy Index of 2018 having seen their scores decline. According to Hoover Institution political scientist Larry Diamond, who coined the term, the COVID-19 pandemic has further exacerbated the trend. Within the U.S., anti-democratic sentiment appears to be nearly unstoppable, as most of the Republican Party has hitched its political future to the former occupant of the Oval Office. Populism remains a defining feature of the political landscape, and the political right has wholeheartedly embraced what might best be described as a zeitgeist of radical anti-intellectualism. A case in point is the increasingly raucous outbursts, some caught on video, over basic public health measures like wearing a mask to prevent the spread of COVID-19, which has been doused with fuel by right-wing pundits spouting conspiracy theories and anti-science rhetoric like Tucker Carlson, Sean Hannity and Phil Valentine, the last of whom recently died of the disease.

One also finds this zeitgeist behind the moral panic surrounding “woke” culture and, more specifically, critical race theory (CRT), which few people know the first thing about. The conservative commentator Mark Levin, for example, has repeatedly argued on camera and in his best-selling book “American Marxism” that this originated from the “Franklin School,” (he means “Frankfurt School”) based in Berlin (it was based in, well, Frankfurt). Does anyone care about such inaccuracies? No, because the political right has successfully established an epistemological regime, so to speak, in which experts, scientists, scholars and anyone else with genuine knowledge cannot be trusted. Our universities are infected by “postmodern neo-Marxism” (an oxymoron), Dr. Anthony Fauci is an “enemy to our nation,” and members of the so-called “mainstream media” are, in Trump’s words, “dopes,” “scum” and “animals.”

Reinforcing such dangerous delusions are social media platforms like Facebook and Twitter that enable “fake news” and “alternative facts” to propagate like the common cold, infecting the minds of informationally illiterate consumers — mostly older people sympathetic with right-wing views. As the computer scientist Jaron Lanier opines in “The Social Dilemma,” social media has become one of the most pressing existential threats to democracy today. “If we go down the status quo for, let’s say, another 20 years,” he says, “we probably destroy our civilization through willful ignorance.”

Unfortunately, this situation is likely to get worse in the coming years due to AI-enabled phenomena like “deepfakes.” Imagine the difficulty of discerning truth from lies when a society, already in disarray from a broken educational system, is bombarded with high-resolutions, hyper-realistic deepfake audio-visual recordings designed to sow further chaos, distrust and enmity between rival factions. Who will any of us trust when our senses themselves become unreliable sources of information? Already, Trump has convinced his followers not to trust their eyes and ears: “What you’re seeing and what you’re reading,” he said in 2018, “is not what’s happening.” But what happens when this becomes reasonable advice for all of us?

I am reminded here of Carl Sagan’s prescient warning during a 1996 interview about the importance of understanding the nature of science and our rapidly evolving technological milieu:

We’ve arranged a society based on science and technology, in which nobody understands anything about science and technology. And this combustible mixture of ignorance and power, sooner or later, is going to blow up in our faces.

This is precisely what’s happening today. It is, I would argue, one of the most important trend lines to watch, as it binds together everything mentioned above: the future of terrorism (at home and abroad), rise of anti-intellectualism, decline of democracy, rejection of public health advice, spread of conspiracy theories, proliferation of fake news and denial of anthropogenic environmental crises that now threaten the very livability of Spaceship Earth. How can we possibly reverse these trends? How can we hope to navigate the obstacle course of unprecedented hazards before us while the vessel of civilization is heading in the wrong direction? What if we are clever enough as a species to make a sprawling planetary mess of things but not clever enough to tidy things up — which is, in broad strokes, what astrobiologists call the “Doomsday Hypothesis,” which states that advanced civilizations like ours self-destruct before colonizing space or becoming intergalactically communicable?

Some have in fact argued, plausibly, that “social media is making us dumber.” Worse, studies suggest that higher concentrations of carbon dioxide in the ambient air will literally impair cognitive functioning, meaning that, as Daniel Grossman writes in a Yale Climate Connections article, “the fuel we burn might not only warm the planet but could also make us a bit dumber.” And this is on top of an estimated 41 million IQ points that “Americans have collectively forfeited … as a result of exposure to lead, mercury, and organophosphate pesticides,” according to calculations from the Harvard neurologist David Bellinger. (I am highly skeptical of IQ as a meaningful measure of intelligence, but the point stands: Neurotoxins like lead cause permanent brain damage.)

All of this is to say that at precisely the moment when humanity must confront problems of unprecedented complexity — at precisely the moment when the stakes, our survival, have never been higher — we find ourselves less capable than ever. To paraphrase Christopher Williams in his book “Terminus Brain,” the human brain is the only organ in our bodies that is actively trying to destroy itself. This is unsettling on its own terms, but the fact is that, as already alluded to, “we are at the most dangerous moment in the development of humanity,” as the late Stephen Hawking wrote in 2016. According to a 2012 World Wildlife Fund (WWF) report, “humanity must now produce more food in the next four decades than we have in the last 8,000 years of agriculture combined,” while already upwards of 811 million people are undernourished, resulting in “the largest humanitarian crisis since the creation of the UN,” to quote UN humanitarian chief Stephen O’Brien. “We stand at a critical point in history.”

Yet not only is the global population expected to grow to 11.2 billion by the century’s end (as a point of reference, the population was about 2 billion in 1930), but climate change, soil degradation, ocean acidification, overfishing, habitat destruction, ecosystem fragmentation, pollution and other anthropogenic perturbations threaten to destroy large portions of the biosphere upon which we depend for our survival. Consider, for example, a 2006 study that estimated there would be no more wild-caught seafood by 2048, which could have devastating effects given that “fish now accounts for almost 17 percent of the global population’s intake of protein.” Meanwhile, a recent count from the marine biologist Robert Diaz and colleagues found more than 500 “dead zones” around the world, meaning hypoxic regions in which nearly all aquatic life is impossible.

Making matters worse, about 26 percent of the CO2 released into the atmosphere ends up being absorbed by the oceans, which then produces carbonic acid. Today, this process is occurring at an incredibly rapid rate — about four times as fast as the oceans acidified during the worst mass extinction event in life’s 3.8-billion-year history, called the “Great Dying” or “End-Permian Extinction,” during which roughly 81 percent of marine species perished. The situation is so dire that the shells of “tiny marine snails that live along North America’s western coast” are actually dissolving, resulting in “pitted textures” that give the shells a “cauliflower” or “sandpaper” appearance.

On land, the 2020 Living Planet Report, published by the WWF, finds that the global population of wild vertebrates has fallen by a mind-boggling 68 percent since 1970. Other studies have affirmed that, as a result of global biodiversity loss, we are entering the sixth major mass extinction in biological history, and that continued degradation risks initiating a catastrophic, irreversible collapse of the global ecosystem.

“Comparison of the present extent of planetary change,” the authors write, “with that characterizing past global-scale state shifts, and the enormous global forcings we continue to exert, suggests that another global-scale state shift is highly plausible within decades to centuries, if it has not already been initiated.” A more recent paper co-authored by some of the most prominent scientists in the world warns that “self-reinforcing feedbacks could push the Earth System toward a planetary threshold that, if crossed, could prevent stabilization of the climate at intermediate temperature rises and cause continued warming on a ‘Hothouse Earth’ pathway even as human emissions are reduced.” A “Hothouse Earth” scenario would, they add, likely “be uncontrollable and dangerous to many … and it poses severe risks for health, economies, political stability (especially for the most climate vulnerable), and ultimately, the habitability of the planet for humans.”

Averting the worst-case outcomes will require a concerted global effort, a degree of geopolitical coordination and adoption of science-based policies never before seen in human history. Yet, as mentioned, many of the most important trend lines are pointing in exactly the wrong direction. Many people on the political right, for example, are no less worried than Greta Thunberg and her activist peers about societal collapse, although the spotlight of their attention is focused entirely on the illusory threats of “postmodern neo-Marxism,” “wokeness” and CRT rather than the genuine risks associated with climate change, biodiversity loss, emerging technologies, future infectious disease outbreaks and so on. So far, the response to the COVID-19 pandemic has not been encouraging: Even 1.5 years into this global disaster, “a whopping 29 percent of Republicans” refuse to get vaccinated. I have little doubt that even once the deleterious effects of climate change are ubiquitous in the U.S. — and we’re quickly getting there — many will persist in denialism, as a strategy for alleviating their cognitive dissonance.

Alternatively, given the prevalence of evangelical dispensationalism in the U.S. — a view that, as the philosopher Jerry Wells observes, “inclines its adherents not only to despair of changing the world for good, but even to take a certain grim satisfaction in the face of wars and natural disasters” — ecological catastrophes could actually reinforce the expectation of an imminent apocalypse, thereby encouraging further inaction on curbing the environmental crisis. In other words, the environmental crisis could strengthen religious belief, which could in turn exacerbate the problem. Although Christianity is waning in the U.S., it is growing globally, with PEW projecting another 750 million Christians in total by 2050. (Meanwhile, the percentage of religiously “unaffiliated” people will shrink from 16.4 to 13.2 percent over the same time period.)

So, the trend lines are, in the most crucial respects, no less dismal than the headlines, contra New Optimists like Pinker — whose scholarship on “existential threats” is, as I have shown, seriously flawed. There is every reason to be pessimistic, not for mindless ideological reasons but because the balance of evidence suggests that humanity has dug itself into a hole from which escape looks increasingly impossible. In 1961, at the height of the Cold War, slightly more than a year before the Cuban missile crisis — later described by Arthur Schlesinger as “the most dangerous moment in human history” — President John F. Kennedy gave an address before the UN General Assembly in which he declared that

today, every inhabitant of this planet must contemplate the day when this planet may no longer be habitable. Every man, woman and child lives under a nuclear sword of Damocles, hanging by the slenderest of threads, capable of being cut at any moment by accident or miscalculation or by madness. The weapons of war must be abolished before they abolish us.

We still live under this nuclear sword, which is one reason the iconic Doomsday Clock lingers ominously at a mere 100 seconds before midnight, or doom. But the nuclear sword has been joined by the swords of climate change, biodiversity loss and dangerous new technologies, while deepfakes, social media, environmentally mediated cognitive decline, anti-intellectualism, the democratic recession and foreign policy blunders threaten humanity with “death by a million cuts,” as it were. I have no idea how this ends — perhaps the Doomsday Hypothesis really does explain the eerie silence of our galactic neighborhood — but now is the time to do everything we can, together and as individuals, to steer the ship of humanity in the direction of safety. Time is of the essence, and the stakes are no less than our survival as a species.

PBS’ “Guilt” examines what happens to estranged brothers after they finally bond over killing a man

“Let’s go. They’re fine . . . they’re just wounded.”

Turns out they are not fine. Or even wounded. In fact, they are dead. That’s the reality bickering brothers Max and Jake McCall (Mark Bonnar, Jamie Sives) must face after accidentally running over an elderly man in “Guilt,” a four-part Scottish series airing as part of PBS’ “Masterpiece Mystery.”

Jake is immediately overcome with horror and remorse, wanting to call the authorities. As a 40-something owner of record store Leith Beats, he’s all about vinyl and vibes, not violence of any sort. His older brother Max, however, is a high-flying lawyer and understands how this could negatively impact his career. Not on his watch.

Instead, he convinces Jake to help cover up the crime by placing Walter Woods – that’s the name of their hapless victim – back in his own living room propped up in an armchair. Upon finding paperwork revealing that Walter had terminal cancer, Max feels vindicated. Not only will it seem like the “poor bastard just slipped away,” but in the long run, they may have even saved him some pain (other than the pain of getting mowed down by an automobile, that is).

It’s the perfect crime, even if it wasn’t premeditated.

“Guilt” writer and creator Neil Forsyth spoke to Salon about getting inside the head of someone like Max.

“A certain person sees the world so entirely through the prism of their own ambition and motivation that it’s impossible for any form of situation to be seismic enough to shatter that structure they have,” he said.


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“Guilt” explores the brothers’ crime – all the lies and evasions to avoid being discovered, such as Jake cozying up to Walter’s American niece Angie (Ruth Bradley). Through the course of the series, however, we soon learn that others around them aren’t morally pristine either.

The sticking point, however, is how much the characters actually feel guilt, if any at all. Max isn’t the only ruthless one. “It’s such a subjective decision, what people feel guilt over, and how much guilt they carry, how long they carry it for,” said Forsyth.

While the writer was inspired by “Fargo” and series like “Breaking Bad” when it came to the blend of crime and humor, “Guilt” isn’t quite as bloody or dark.

“Some of the reviews say, you know, it has ‘pitch black humor.’ Not really. It’s on BBC Two at nine o’clock,” said Forsyth, referring to the series’ not-so-gritty UK timeslot.

Instead, Forsyth feels that the humor – rather absurdist and understated – is specific to Scotland, especially the east coast. While the series is set and shot in Edinburgh, Forsyth himself grew up in the culturally rich Dundee.

“I hope Americans can understand the accent. Stick on the subtitles,” he said. “I hope that I’ve managed to make it specific enough that it’s a fun, different world for them to spend some time in it.”

Check out the rest of the interview with Forsyth, who also discusses sibling dynamics, how to get away with murder and the Scottish obsession with American culture. 

The following interview is lightly edited for length and clarity.

Could you walk me through developing the concept of the initial crime? How did you decide on how serious it would be but perhaps still an understandable accidental killing?

Neil Forsyth: I wanted to write something about brothers. I think the sibling relationship is dramatically very interesting. You can have two very different people who have this unshakable tie in history, but they have their own life . . . You don’t have the domestic [aspect]. They can have a row and they don’t have to have the awkward dinner afterwards. They don’t have to go to bed together and work out if they’re going to continue the row – that more kitchen sink drama route. You don’t have any of that. 

So I started off thinking about two brothers, who would be very different, who probably don’t spend a lot of time together and probably have huge historical resentments. And for the first step of why would they have to be seeing each other again, I thought what if they’re at a family wedding. And even with that they thought it’d be a sort of fairly superficial meet and greet with each other, but through the evening, events transpire that they’re stuck driving home together. And then quite, almost immediately, I thought, well, they’d have to hit someone. And you know, you kind of kind of go from there, really. 

So it was that initially, who they are and actually how awkward they would be together. And probably the last person they want to share that car journey home with from this stilted family gathering and then an event that traps them together for eternity.

I take it you have siblings?

Forsyth: [Laughs] I should be clear there’s significant creative work that’s gone into this story. I’ve got siblings, and it’s just an interesting relationship. I think what’s nice about siblings is the childhood structure of that relationship never really changes. And here, there’s this preposterous situation that you have with the siblings in their 40s – as Max and Jake would be – where there’s an age difference of a couple of years. When you’re three and five, that’s an eternity. That structure is set. So you have these two men who’re virtually the same age, but that big brother, little brother thing is unshakable. 

Jamie Sives in “Guilt” (PBS/Expectation/Happy Tramp North)

Could you speak to the creation of the McCall brothers and their dynamic?

Forsyth: They’re polar opposites certainly in how they see life, what they want from life. And, by what happens to them in the car. One feels no guilt at all. But it’s more interesting than that. Because where does that come from? One feels guilt. But it’s more interesting than that, because he almost feels too much guilt as if that makes any sense. It’s like he’s been waiting to have this thing happen to him so he can martyr himself and draw the clear lines between him and his brother. 

And then with Max, it’s why he has become so hardened to life and why he is so focused and self-involved and narcissistic and finding interesting reasons so that they become some way sympathetic. It’s about muddying the waters, . . . And of course, the more time you spend with people, the more you particularly learn about their lives and their background and history. Everything starts to make sense and become a little less clear, if you like, morally in particular.

The two brothers in “Guilt” were initially written to be at least 10, 15 years younger than they appear onscreen. How did casting Mark Bonnar – who was in his late 40s when shooting this – and subsequently making the brothers older, affect the story?

Forsyth: It helps to be honest. I think it just felt they had a little bit more dramatic heft to them. When they talked about past pain, I think it feels weightier, when they’re both late 40s, 50s, talking about something that happened in their childhood, than if they were a decade younger. Because here’s another decade they’ve carried this thing with them for and that’s just another decade that is bundled into the psyche and their relationship as well.

And one of the many things [Mark] does so well is the humor. It needs to feel like a natural reaction to the position the characters are in and the stresses that they’re facing. And then Mark so brilliantly has this just throwaway dry, very naturalistic delivery, and it really helps.

Is that true that no toxicology test is done if the person has a terminal illness and looks like they just died of natural causes?

Forsyth: I can honestly tell you that the toxicology and the legal stuff around someone dying and being found in Scotland, and so on and so on is narratively bulletproof. We had endless, incredibly long conversations about it. I spoke to lawyers, and I spoke to doctors and everything else. It stands up, believe me, I can’t even remember the ins and outs of it. They’re conversations I remember with dread: two hours wading through minutiae of ambulance pick-up policy and so on. But no, it holds together I promise.

As heinous as the crime is, as an audience member I find myself to a certain degree rooting for them not to get caught, or at least not severely punished. This is a morally ambiguous place for us to be. Could you discuss finding that balance of putting the characters in these situations?

Forsyth: The biggest thing is just being confident enough to not paint a black and white story in any way in terms of storytelling or in terms of characterization. If it’s in the gray, then people can make their own decisions. It makes the characters feel more nuanced and makes the characters more capable of surprise. No one’s a baddie, no one’s a goodie. Anyone can react in any way in a situation. 

But I think definitely that’s the exact reaction we’re looking for of people saying, “Right, this is definitely really, really bad. But I sort of understand how they’ve got into this situation. And I sort of want them to get out of it.” 

Ruth Bradley and Emun Elliott in “Guilt” (PBS/Expectation/Happy Tramp North)

Why did you make Walter’s niece Angie, be American? She could’ve been from anywhere. I think there was even mention of Australia.

Forsyth: I grew up in provincial city in Scotland called Dundee, and I was obsessed with American television. I remember watching “Roseanne,” “Cheers,” “The Wonder Years,” “Happy Days.” It was this huge Americana influence over over British television. I just remember sitting there watching “Roseanne” and thinking, “Oh, imagine living in Illinois.” Any American context was wildly exciting, and I’ve probably never really shaken that off. 

But also that’s quite a Scottish thing. You know, there is this strain of Scottish-ness, which is very outward looking and romanticizing. And I think that I just felt that Jake would find Angie being American impossibly exotic and exciting. And then her and him having a love of the same American music in that connection I thought be really nice as well.  

I’m a huge fan of all the American influence of music that we talked about in the show we have in the show. And so I wanted to write about that and wanting to get Rick Danko into BBC Scotland drama scripts. So it came from myself, and then it felt natural through the characters.

Because of their bonding over vinyl, the conversations about music were fairly surprising to me. Lots of names dropped. 

Forsyth: Yeah, the record shop stuff was went a lot deeper than I expected it to, you know, just to keep getting more and more specific and see if anyone was gonna ask me to stop. But they were all fine with it. 

I guess that’s fine to do as long as you don’t actually play the music much because that’s expensive to get the rights to . . .

Forsyth: No, exactly. We already kind of blew most of our budget on Van Morrison’s cover of Bob Dylan’s “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue,” which is incredible. We managed to get that for the end of Episode 2 through a weird connection to Bob Dylan’s manager, we managed to get it for a fraction of what it would have cost us otherwise. But that was very exciting for me as well as I’m a huge Bob Dylan fan. 

In another interview, I saw that you had initially written this hoping to sell the series in America. But ultimately this was made for BBC Scotland – its first original drama series – and BBC Two. What did that add, for the show to be able to shoot it in in Scotland?

Forsyth: I’m incredibly glad I didn’t sell in America. What would have happened would be what’s happened with all my pilot script commissions in America, which is that I kill myself writing them, and they sink without a trace. From my experiences, I think I’ve sold half a dozen pilot scripts over there and they just go into the big vat and they don’t come out. . . . 

So it was one of the best best things ever for me in my career, that I failed to sell that pitch in America. Because I came back and I made it here but I made it in a way that was so much more personal to me and so much more relevant. It was far better show as a result. These are voices and characters that I just understand, they know parts of me and then parts of other people but I just know the Scottish vernacular and or the Scottish outlook. To me east coast Scots is quite a specific cultural outlook; I think it’s a bit more absurdist than the Glasgow kind of humor and vocabulary. The east coast of Scotland is a slightly different place, and certainly Dundee where I’m from there’s this huge tradition of kind of absurdist comedy.

“Guilt” airs its first two episodes on Sunday, Sept. 5 at 9 p.m. on PBS, and the final two episodes on Sunday, Sept. 12.

A 9/11 viewer’s guide, from the new Michael Keaton drama to surprising documentaries

Saturday, September 11, 2021 marks the 20th anniversary of the terrorist attacks when four American planes were hijacked to hit three of their intended targets, and changed the course of American and global history. The events of 9/11 resulted in the incalculable loss of human life, both as a result of the crashes, and the devastating, so-called “War on Terror” that ensued shortly after.

And as always, we turn to art to make sense of the senseless. It’s hard to believe Michael Moore’s landmark “Fahrenheit 9/11” arrived nearly 17 years ago, or “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close,” the critically acclaimed tale of a boy who lost his father to 9/11, released a decade ago. 

Naturally, storytelling about 9/11 has evolved, adding new depth and perspective to the tragedy and its generational impacts on Americans and citizens of the world, alike, not to mention both the families who lost loved ones, and the Americans who became otherized and demonized following the attack. Hasan Minhaj’s 2017 comedy special “Homecoming King,” for example, recollects the enduring racism his Muslim family faced in 9/11’s wake.

But with the grim landmark anniversary – literally a generation has been born and achieved their majority in this time – new projects are attempting to encompass  the darkness and light of our post-9/11 world. 

There’s plenty of varied content to watch, depending on the tone or mood with which you’re looking to remember and reflect on the events of 20 years ago. Many documentary projects take a closer look at that fateful day, giving both insight but also a gutting catharsis to those who want to be reminded of when Americans came together.

For those who want to remember but not necessarily relive the trauma of that day, there’s a heartwarming musical or a PBS documentary that looks to the new generation of young adults who’ve never lived in a world without the attacks. 

Here’s Salon’s guide of some of the most compelling 9/11 content to watch:

Available to watch now

“9/11: One Day in America” (Hulu)
The four-part limited documentary series takes audiences on a haunting, minute-by-minute journey through the events of 9/11, as told by the survivors who lived through it. From the perspectives of a fire chief, a chef, and others impacted by the attack, the Nat Geo documentary series humanizes a devastating catastrophe that’s often reduced to statistics and platitudes. 

“Generation 9/11” (PBS website, PBS app)
Over 100 of the people killed by the 9/11 attacks were expectant fathers. “Generation 9/11” introduces you to seven of the children born after they could meet their fathers in this warm, deeply human documentary. Twenty years after 9/11, they’re now young adults, some just graduating high school, others weathering their first years of college during a global pandemic. They reflect on how their families’ unique experiences with 9/11 have shaped their politics, living history through the monumental events of the last two decades, and what it’s like to mourn someone you never even met. 

“Turning Point: 9/11 and the War on Terror” (Netflix)
This five-part, investigative documentary series introduces us to the 1980s rise of al-Qaeda, and the fateful events of September 11, 2001, making the case for how modern history can be divided between before and after that day. The series goes to places others haven’t, featuring interviews with not just officials from varying presidential administrations and CIA members, but also Taliban commanders, members of the Afghan government, Afghan warlords and Afghan civilians. 

“Worth” (Netflix)
Michael Keaton stars alongside Stanley Tucci and Amy Ryan in the new Netflix drama following the life of real-life lawyer Kenneth Feinberg, who must somehow calculate how to compensate families of the victims of the attacks. As Feinberg, Keaton learns lessons in empathy as he strives to create what becomes the September 11th Victim Compensation Fund.

“9/11: Inside the President’s War Room” (Apple TV+)
9/11 became a defining moment for President George W. Bush, and with him, the country at large. The documentary explores the events of that fateful day from the perspective of the former president and his advisors as they personally recount the moment the terror attack happened, and the key decisions made in the moment, and beyond. The documentary began streaming on Apple TV+ on Sept. 1, but will be available for free to the public on Sept. 11 to honor the 20th anniversary.

Sept. 5

“CNN Special Report: Front Row to History: The 9/11 Classroom” (CNN)
This CNN special report from anchor Victor Blackwell revisits the day through the lens of the second-grade students, their teacher, and White House aides who were in their Florida classroom with President Bush when he got word of the second plane hitting the World Trade Center. The report will feature interviews with students, now almost 30 years old, and their teacher, on their continued, shared connection to the tragedy.

Sept. 7

“Frontline: America After 9/11” (PBS)
In a special, two-hour episode, award-winning director Michael Kirk chronicles the U.S. response to 9/11 and the legacy of that fateful day by putting it in a uniquely modern context. “America After 9/11” will feature crucial interviews that reflect on the subsequent wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, as well as the Jan. 6 insurrection at the Capitol that was widely compared to the horrors of 9/11, and where we go from here.

Sept. 9

“No Responders Left Behind” (discovery+)
A different sort of 9/11 documentary, “No Responders Left Behind” is the story of the fight of 9/11 first responders who survived the attack to get health care and compensation. Over the course of five years, the documentary follows activist John Feal, 9/11 firefighter Ray Pfeifer, and “Daily Show” legend Jon Stewart in their quest to fight for the dignity of the thousands of responders who are suffering with life-threatening and financially devastating illnesses from toxins released at Ground Zero after 9/11. 

Sept. 10

“Come From Away” (Apple TV+)
A filmed version of the Tony Award-winning broadway musical, “Come From Away” is the story of 7,000 passengers who wind up in Newfoundland after all flights are grounded after the events of 9/11. It’s an uplifting story of love and hope, starring original cast members Petrina Bromley and Jenn Colella, and new breakout stars. 

“9/11: The Legacy” (History)

This hour explores the lasting impact 9/11 had on the lives of the children directly impacted by it, including testimonials from children who lost a parent that day.  Among its interview subjects are former students attending the High School for Leadership and Public Service in Manhattan the teachers who led them to safety, and a twin brothers inspired to found a charitable company in memory of the father they lost that day. Premieres at 7 p.m. on Friday, September 10.

Sept. 11

“9/11: Four Flights” (History)

Offering a different perspective from other on-the-ground accounts, this special is a moving collection of personal accounts from the family and friends of passengers on American Flight 11, United 175, American 77, and United 93. Over the course of its two hours it interweaves audio and recollections of final phone calls with the stories of passengers, crew members and others who lost their lives that morning. Premieres at 8 p.m. on Saturday, September 11.

“9/11: I Was There” (History)

Ordinary people who picked up their cameras began recording from the moment the planes hit the World Trade Center towers 20 years ago are the reason we have a bounty of compelling footage from that day. A dozen such accounts come together in these two hours, and the intentional omission of interviews, commentary or narration allows their imagery and the emotions expressed by each videographer to convey how harrowing each moment was in all of its raw reality. Premieres at 10 p.m. on Saturday, September 11.

“NYC EPICENTERS 9/11-2021½” (HBO Max)
In this four-part documentary series that began airing at the end of August and will air its finale on Sept. 11, Lee interviews over 200 subjects on New York City in the 21st century, from the devastation of 9/11 to the COVID-19 pandemic. Interviewees include first responders, politicians like Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, journalists, and even the iconic Jon Stewart. Despite controversy over the initial inclusion of harmful conspiracy theories in the finale, Lee and HBO have since announced edits were made to the episode, which will run Saturday to commemorate 9/11.

 

Sex ed in high schools is shockingly bad — and my college students are proof

When my university announced its swift conversion to online teaching during the spring of 2020, I — like everyone else — raced to the local shopping center to stock up on food, sanitizer, and paper products. I was — perhaps naively — shocked as I stood in line with college students, my cart loaded with frozen vegetables and toilet paper, theirs with liquor, beer, and chips. Across the next year, I’d occasionally drive through my Michigan college town and notice that students threw unmasked house parties, seemingly unconcerned with anything having to do with COVID-19.

I returned to campus recently, which necessitated another trip through town. The scene was exactly as it had been over a year ago: After more than a year of remote learning, grocery stores are jammed with carts full of alcohol. Meanwhile, hordes of students clog streets, bars and the sunburnt front lawns of their rentals to party like it’s 1999. I’m a college professor; the concerned adults and loved ones who populate students’ worlds are fooling themselves if they believe that students are not having sex in the name of public safety.

This wishful thinking doesn’t merely miss the mark; it’s also stunningly naïve. According to Jennifer S. Hirsch and Shamus Khan, authors of Sexual Citizens: A Landmark Study of Sex, Power and Assault on Campus, “colleges and universities are social institutions. Students see this social life — friendships, extracurriculars and networking, and also sex — as fundamental to the college experience.”  

My own experiences with sex education and the increased politicization of sex ed in general have me wondering about the extent to which students are prepared to navigate their sex lives safely and knowledgeably.

When, several years ago, one of my college students expressed that he and his partner were shocked over their unplanned pregnancy (he’d told me that they’d been sexually active without using protection of any kind), I was stunned. How do students in the 21st century make it to college without understanding that pregnancy is a real consequence of unprotected sex?

The issue, to be sure, is not about the pregnancy but how they never imagined the likelihood of this outcome to begin with. How many other students don’t know the basics? And who’s to blame for these educational failures?

Consider the context: This situation took place in his home state of Wisconsin. According to the advocacy group Sex Ed for Social Change, “Sex education is not currently mandated in Wisconsin and schools that do teach sex education must stress abstinence…school districts are left to decide what type of sex education – if any at all – they provide to youth.” In 2012, right around the time my student would have been moving through school, the Wisconsin state legislature amended the curriculum that had previously mandated medically accurate sex education. Specifically, they eliminated discussion of the health benefits, side effects, and proper use of contraceptives and barrier methods approved by the federal Food and Drug Administration.

It might be a reach to blame Wisconsin’s deeply conservative and anti-science legislature for my student’s failure to anticipate the consequences of unprotected sex, but perhaps not much of one. This is the same legislature that fought Governor Tony Evers tooth and nail over mask mandates.

According to the Guttmacher Institute, a health policy and research organization, only 18 states require medically accurate sex education. I received my own sex education in the 90s, in New York City public schools. I vividly remember how the girls were pulled from their classes and into another room where we learned about our bodies and the events that potentially lead to fertilization or disease. A stranger in a lab coat lectured at us using an overhead projector. She made a show of fitting condoms onto bananas and droned on about pregnancy. Our gym teacher, an intimidating woman with an intricate bouffant screamed at us about the probability of contracting sexually transmitted infections (although at the time, disease was the word du jour and applied copiously).

I was 12 years old and terrified. For the next six years, the sex education curriculum to which I had access was strictly associated with unplanned pregnancy and disease. An in-between did not exist, save for when my grandmother, drunk on Bud Light, told me that sex could be beautiful but to not even think about it because it’ll ruin my life in much the way it ruined hers (in the 50s and 60s she’d had five children with three different men and was destitute for much of her life).   


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My school-based run-ins with sex education, however awkward and a bit bewildering, were far from an abstinence-only perspective, and in that way were at least realistic. But that’s not to say that the curriculum (or my teachers) did everything right. To the contrary, for the next decade I convinced myself that it was possible to become pregnant even in the absence of a robust sexual encounter. (Religion did not play into my beliefs. I embraced agnosticism at 14, the minute my parents—mercifully—stopped forcing me to attend weekly bible studies.) As a teen and young adult I was relatively celibate but regularly took pregnancy tests “just to be sure.”

In my own way, I’m also the product of sex education gone wrong: My schooling’s over-focus on disease and pregnancy prevention at the expense of all else lead to a paranoia about sex that wouldn’t abate until well into my twenties. For the record, schools in New York are not legally required to teach sex education at all (although there is a senate bill pending in my home state which would require comprehensive sex and sexuality education if passed).

Dr. Logan Levkoff, an internationally recognized expert on sexuality and relationships, encourages honest conversation about sexuality and the role it plays in our culture. “Sex education has a lot of inequalities simply because it depends on where you are,” she said during an interview. “You’re having populations of young people getting amazing, inclusive, quality sex education, and then you have people getting none.” For Levkoff, no sex education is often better than horrible sex education, defined on a spectrum of dehumanization to misinformation. My own education falls somewhere closer to misinformation. When children are taught that the only two possible outcomes are pregnancy or disease, their teachers have done them a tremendous disservice.

One common mistake in American sex education is how condom use is taught. A recent study (8/2021) by Levkoff and Martha Kempner in the American Journal of Sexuality Education found that although most sexual education curricula include discussion of condoms, “our current lessons, which remain rooted in early HIV-prevention efforts, actually perpetuate negative attitudes about condoms—including suggestions that they are difficult to use and an assumption that people dislike condoms.” Such findings have major implications as college students return to school for the first time in nearly two years.

I don’t obsess over students’ sex lives. That’s not my job. But I’m acutely aware that their sexual relationships — or what Hirsch and Khan refer to as their “sexual projects” — are often as much a part of their college experience as their coursework. This can be beautiful. Students bring the entirety of their identities into my classroom, from football fandom to Saturday night flings to the coursework that other professors load on them in addition to my own.  

But their experiences can also be devastating and life-altering—an outcome that seems unfairly predetermined by which school a child happens to be enrolled in, among other factors far beyond their control. Hirsch and Khan argued that “work with young people needs to begin with a recognition of their right to sexual self-determination.” And until there is sweeping change at the local, state, and national levels, school-based sex education gets to make that call for better or for worse.

The deep roots of outdoor recreation’s diversity gap

During the blistering summer of 1919, an oppressive heat wave lingered over the South Side of Chicago, and Eugene Williams had turned 17 just a few months back. Williams, who worked as a grocery store porter, had built a homemade raft with his friends, and on a brutal Sunday afternoon, they decided to take it out onto Lake Michigan for a ride. The raft drifted over the water and inadvertently crossed over to the 29th Street section of the waters. The White section.

According to several historical accounts, a White beachgoer hurled stones toward Williams and his friends, one of whom reported that a rock hit Williams in the head before he slumped into the water. Other accounts — including the coroner’s jury — stated that Williams was trying to avoid being hit when he let go of the raft and drowned. When a police officer refused to arrest the person who was seen throwing rocks, tensions rose and riots ensued, heightening a season of racial violence throughout the U.S. that came to be known as the Red Summer.

That was more than 100 years ago. But you can draw a straight line from the tragic death of Eugene Williams — a kid who was simply attempting to enjoy the great outdoors — to the underrepresentation of Black Americans in outdoor spaces today. Until the 1964 passage of the Civil Rights Act, Black people in many states were legally barred or subjected to segregation at national and state parks, and other public lands. The National Health Foundation has identified historic segregation, along with racial violence and economic inequality, as factors underlying the “diversity gap” in nature-based outdoor recreational activities. Today, we still see reports of Black Americans being treated as “others” in natural spaces; we see instances of cops being called when Black people are congregating at parks, or even golfing.

Layer atop that history of discrimination the situational and financial barriers that prohibit Black people from experiencing these outlets, and it is hardly surprising that a recent report by the Outdoor Foundation, the nonprofit arm of the Outdoor Industry Association, found that Black Americans are significantly underrepresented in outdoor activities. Black youth also had the lowest participation rates of all youth groups, further cause for alarm about the future gap in participation rates for Black adults. In 2010, 13 percent of the U.S. population identified as Black, yet the National Park Service recorded that, between 2001 and 2011, only 1 percent of its visitors were Black. As a Black person, I find it discouraging to not see myself reflected in these spaces.

The diversity gap in the great outdoors didn’t happen by chance; it is systemic, and has been further perpetuated by biased narratives and stereotypes. To properly understand the collective hesitancy of Black Americans to experience outdoor spaces, we must view it as a justifiable response to historical circumstances.

As a Black kid growing up in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas, I rarely ventured out in search of outdoor activities. I preferred the comfortable realm of organized sports, and the thrill of skating and longboarding down seal-coated asphalt pavements. I remember in my teens, my dad and I had to drive out to a rural area of east Texas for my driving test. He took a moment as we parked to drill it into my head that I might encounter someone who might say something derogatory towards me solely based on the color of my skin. He told me not pay it any mind because they don’t know any better, and we don’t hold space and energy for people who aim to disrespect our humanity. I’ve carried that with me to this day — both the knowledge that rural areas can pose a specific kind of threat to Black people, and the resolve not to let it encumber me.

I went on to attend college just outside of Austin, Texas, and during my freshman year I fell deeply in love with the Hill Country. Whenever I had free time, I would spend it camping, exploring, kayaking, and jumping into any body of water I could find. I spent nights with friends underneath the stars, telling stories around campfires, somehow always short on supplies.

Those escapades taught me more about myself and the world around me than I’d learned in all of the 17 years prior. They taught me to value how interconnected we all are. They humbled my ego and cultivated a more mindful approach to living. The outdoors showed me a way to be still through heartbreaks and stressful periods — a way to heal. It helped me to see a clearer vision of the person I wanted to be. I’ve explored Arches National Park in Utah, rode toward the sun in Montana’s Glacier National Park, skied down enchanted slopes in New Mexico, and scaled 19 of the highest peaks in Colorado, where I now live.

Time spent outdoors has become an essential part of my healthy living. It allows me to escape the noise and air pollution of the city, to disconnect from the world and the constant pressures of modern society. It’s a way to get my heart rate up, but also to decompress, meditate, and breathe. More than once, the outdoors have saved me from falling into depressive bouts.

That’s why I find it so disconcerting that I don’t see myself and people who look like me reflected in outdoor recreational culture. It’s the reason for my headstrong self-expression through the great outdoors. I want other people of color to gain an understanding and appreciation for the mountains as well. I want other people of color to feel a calling to reclaim these natural spaces and break the cultural constraints we’ve been historically pressured into.

In recent years, we’ve seen a national movement to promote inclusion in outdoor spaces gain recognition in the mainstream. Black Sand Surf, Outdoor Afro, and Brown Folks Fishing are just a few of the organizations leading the way. But we can, and should, do much more. We need more Black representation in our national parks’ organizational structure and workforce, more partners advocating for the experience of outdoor spaces for people of color, and, most importantly, a more concerted effort to communicate the health benefits of outdoor recreation to people of color.

I and other Black recreationalists have the capacity not only to scale mountains but to break cycles of historical oppression — and to inspire others along the way. Though the trail can feel lonely at times, we must keep climbing: The views from the summit will be worth it.

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Joe Kanzangu is an adventurer, writer, and presenter, who adores cooking for those around him. He’s currently based in Denver, Colorado.

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“Only Murders” makes us question the ethically murky joy we derive from true crime

The first episodes of Hulu’s “Only Murders in the Building” are now streaming, and understandably enough, Selena Gomez’s bright, flamboyant outfits on the show are already dominating the conversation. Gomez dresses like your typical, rebellious millennial, for a specific, plot-serving reason. 

As Salon’s Melanie McFarland has already pointed out, the comedy-slash-murder-mystery is a standout because of its ability to bridge generational divides through Gomez’s Mabel, and comedy legends Steve Martin and Martin Short as Mabel’s older new friends, Charles and Oliver, respectively. 

What unites these vastly different generations? Oh, just an addiction to true crime podcasts. When a neighbor in their Upper West Side building mysteriously dies, the three join forces to learn everything they can about the victim, and solve what they believe to be his murder.

Mabel, Oliver and Charles almost certainly aren’t the only (fictional) fans of true crime out there. The first two seasons of the famous “Serial” podcast, the first of which was so influential it may have led to a retrial for an incarcerated man, were downloaded over 250 million times. After “Serial” smashed records in 2014, the iconic “Dirty John” podcast was downloaded over 10 million times in just six weeks in 2017. 

And since then, the true crime podcast genre has exploded, captivating audiences of all ages as the perfect fodder for bonding between mothers and daughters who grew up watching “Dateline” specials together. “It’s always the husband,” my mom would sneer to me at least once per episode as we watched.

But beneath a layer of sly, wickedly fun storytelling, “Only Murders” both indulges and interrogates the audience’s fondness for the genre. In Oliver, we have an ex-Broadway director with a severe but charming case of main character syndrome. Oliver quickly comes to see the mysterious death of neighbor Tim Kono (Julian Cihi) almost solely through the lens of a thrilling true crime podcast he can create with his rag-tag team of co-hosts in Mabel and Charles. By the end of the third episode, he’s recorded and posted their first podcast episode, and even got them a sponsor, though Charles candidly points out they “still don’t even have a suspect.”

Oliver assures the team they’ll find one. “I’ve directed 212 theatrical productions,” he says, “and I’ve always found my lead. It takes a particular eye to know who’s got that special star-spark, who’s just a background player.” This — the death of a young man in their building — is a production to him, and whoever killed Tim is but a character, albeit a tragic one.

Only Murders in the BuildingSelena Gomez, Martin Short and Steve Martin in “Only Murders in the Building” (Craig Blankenhorn/Hulu)

Even as Oliver, Mabel and Charles quickly discover intriguing clues that seem to contradict official police reports about Tim’s death, in truth, other than Mabel, they know almost nothing about who he really was.  Sure, he grew up in the building, but he wasn’t particularly liked by his neighbors, which may or may not explain why he was shot in the head. And what do we the audience or the true crime podcasters who have enthralled us, really know about real-life victims? We know they were killed, that some led at least semi-mysterious lives or may have been caught in relationship or money troubles. And that’s all we’ll ever really know, because they can’t come back and tell their own stories.

Even the most well-meaning, respectful and compassionate true crime podcasts and storytelling that involve murdered victims will always on some level be an appropriation of someone else’s life and story. All of these undertakings necessarily capitalize on the inability of a dead person to speak their own truth. Because of that conspicuous silence from dead victims, true crime podcasters — many of whom may be perfectly well-meaning people — are able to make sometimes exorbitant wealth, or draw massive clout and sponsorships. 

Beneath the truth-telling and addictiveness of these podcasts, what we see is death and tragedy yielding profit for others. What we see is a hunger and voyeurism among audiences, eager to consume and pick apart the life of another person we will never know.

Since the meteoric rise of the true crime podcast, and with it, the Ted Bundy documentaries and live-action thrillers starring Zac Efron, critics and journalists have long mused about what in particular makes these projects so attractive to mass audiences. “Only Murders” poses one simple and charming theory: that they bring us together, bridging differences in age, politics, and lived experiences, as we take our minds off our own lives, and chase and theorize about a riveting story. That’s one working theory, and it’s not a bad one. 

Others have speculated about the particular fascination with true crime among female audiences, which is striking when you consider how most victims in these stories are women, brutally slashed by spurned lovers or cheating husbands. In a previous interview with Salon, Elizabeth Wolff, director of the “I’ll Be Gone in the Dark” documentary series on the Golden State Killer, said she’s pondered this seemingly gendered fascination.

“There’s not any one answer to why women are particularly drawn to this,” Wolff observed, but noted that many of our lives are messy, and this can be especially true for women with a lot going on. She added, “I think looking at dark material like this allows people to connect their own darkness to something that’s externalized. There’s a process in true crime; it’s very neat and tidy, where real life is really messy. A lot of the true crime we consume has an ending. A lot of the complexities and darkness and demons in our own lives are not as neat and tidy as a procedural crime story.”

There may also be a level of almost morbid validation for women in consuming true crime, feeling your knowledge of the world as a dark, precarious place is all but confirmed, or learning of someone else’s nightmarish death and feeling horrified but lucky it wasn’t you. 

In many ways, true crime podcasts have made violence and horrific killings a spectacle — for the “Only Murders” crew, a whole theatrical production with a financial sponsor. With its charming characters and delightful wardrobe, you might miss the commentary on this issue that’s latent throughout “Only Murders,” but if you watch closely, the show holds up a mirror to a booming industry that our collective fascination with death — our collective fascination with this TV show, even — has created.

That’s not to say there’s no such thing as ethical true crime reporting, storytelling that doesn’t dehumanize and speak for the (often female) dead person, or valorize police forces and serve as copaganda. As a starting point, if there are living victims, they should be asked for their input on whether and how they want their story told, or given the chance to speak on what they experienced. If the victims are, well, not living, the voices of their loved ones should be not just included but centered.

“Only Murders” evokes the edge-of-your-seat thrills of the true crime podcasts we love, while also calling into question the human cost of these thrills, and the morbidity of a genre and industry that thrive on our collective addiction. As the show and its mystery continue to unfold, we may find ourselves wondering what we actually know about any of the three protagonists — and what we really know about the podcasters and true crime storytellers who captivate us.

“Only Murders in the Building” releases new episodes Wednesdays on Hulu.