I reviewed James Polchin’s Indecent Advances, a history of antigay violence and the homosexual-panic defense, for the New Yorker website.
I wrote about dog poop and Alfonso Cuarón’s movie Roma for NYR Daily.
There’s a precedent for the symbiotic relationship between Trump and his protesters. Here’s a description of ritualized violence at the rallies of the English Fascist Oswald Mosley in the 1930s:
Violence was implicit in every aspect of the movement from the day of its foundation. Apart from the para-military character of the whole organization, the system on which meetings were run was deliberately provocative. The speaker would arrive in uniform accompanied by a uniformed escort. As he mounted the rostrum his escort would greet him with the Fascist salute and then form up in front of him, facing the audience, and assume a truculent attitude. The speaker would then warn his audience that any attempt to disrupt the meeting would be met by force, and frequently it was. This technique reached its height at one of Mosley’s biggest demonstrations at Olympia. 15,000 tickets were sold, mostly through the theatre ticket booking agencies, with considerable publicity engineered through the Daily Mail and the rest of the Rothermere press. A phalanx of uniformed Fascists filled the steps of the main entrance and the hallway, checking tickets and frisking suspected members of the public. The aisles of the hall were lined with other members, whose function soon became apparent. Mosley appeared to a fanfare of trumpets and started to make his speech. Before he had completed his first sentence someone in the audience got up and shouted a protest. Mosley immediately stopped speaking, a spotlight picked up the offender in the darkened hall, and a body of stewards ran in, beat him up and carried him outside. This process continued for more than two hours. Outside the hall there was an opposition meeting of 100,000 protestors, with a force of 700 foot and mounted policemen attempting to keep the two factions apart. The atmosphere became increasingly tense as the interrupters were ejected: many of them showing clearly the injuries which they had suffered. The whole affair was not finally over before the early hours of the morning.
The description comes from Jason Gurney’s memoir Crusade in Spain (Faber, 1974).
The New Yorker, as you may have heard, has redesigned its website, and is making all articles published since 2007 free, for the summer, in hopes of addicting you as a reader. Once you’re hooked, they’ll winch up the drawbridge, and you’ll have to pay, pay, pay. But for the moment let’s not think about either the metaphor I just mixed or its consequences, shall we?
A self-publicist’s work is never done, and it seemed to behoove me to take advantage of the occasion. So I googled myself. It turns out that I’ve been writing for the New Yorker since 2005 and that ten articles of mine have appeared in the print magazine over the years. All seem to be on the free side of the paywall as of this writing (though a glitch appears to have put several of the early articles almost entirely into italics). Enjoy!
|“Rail-Splitting,” 7 November 2005: Was Lincoln depressed? Was he a team player?|
|“The Terror Last Time,” 13 March 2006: How much evidence did you need to hang a terrorist in 1887?|
|“Surveillance Society,” 11 September 2006: In the 1930s, a group of British intellectuals tried to record the texture of everyday life|
|“Bad Precedent,” 29 January 2007: Andrew Jackson declares martial law|
|“There She Blew,” 23 July 2007: The history of whaling|
|“Twilight of the Books,” 24 December 2007: This is your brain on reading|
|“There Was Blood,” 19 January 2009: A fossil-fueled massacre|
|“Bootylicious,” 7 September 2009: The economics of piracy|
|“It Happened One Decade,” 21 September 2009: The books and movies that buoyed America during the Great Depression|
|“Tea and Antipathy,” 20 December 2010: Was the Tea Party such a good idea the first time around?|
|Unfortunate Events, 22 October 2012: What was the War of 1812 even about?|
|“Four Legs Good,” 28 October 2013: Jack London goes to the dogs|
|“The Red and the Scarlet,” 30 June 2014: Where the pursuit of experience took Stephen Crane|
At the New Yorker‘s blog, I have an essay about utopianism, self-narration, and the history of policing.