[This essay was written just before Suharto’s death on January 27.] Certainly there will be a reckoning. But it will not be…

An opening benediction: Hallowed Homeland, great Fatherland, Bless the star-spangled armada massing today in the Persian Gulf. Bless the gallant, nuclear-powered cavalry.…

Have you asked yourself lately, for whom the bells toll? The prism of prison has more than four walls. “No nation is…

Lurching ahead for meaning, marching backwards for truth. Who is willing, who is not? We search for answers; we wobble with questions.…

“The pick sank into the ground with a dull thud” as the first grave was opened. An old roadmender, lent by the…

Of extraordinary exploits, Filipinos have had plenty recently to speak of. Three insurrections in the last two decades. Two toppled governments, one…

Hiroshima, Japan — The day has grown dark and so has the river but the sky has remained luminous and clear.  …

1. Memories of Black and Blue We live under one sky — and the sweep of a past painted from the palette…

The Japanese call it the capusoru hoteru; capsule hotel in English. A modern day lodge offering hives upon hives of rooms in…

There is no space wider than that of grief, wrote the poet Pablo Neruda. “There is no universe like that which bleeds.”…