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Jeffrey St. Clair

Jeffrey St. Clair

Editor at Counter Punch Online

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Recent Articles

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An Architecture of Doom and Dread: Initial Thoughts on the Fall of the Twin Towers

These are days of lamentation: for the horrifying toll of the innocent dead, for the near-certain prospect of thousands more-American and Middle
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Trump Declares War on Wolves: "Go Shoot Them"

Slouched at his desk in front of a group of ranchers (or at least people in expensive cowboy hats, silver and turquoise jewelry, Lucchese boots and cowboy
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The Deportation of Brian Morales García, American Citizen

Are you an American citizen if you were born here or merely if it looks like you were born here in the eyes of police and immigration officers? Do all
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Balzac’s Crying Game

The French novelist Honoré de Balzac hid from his creditors for nearly seven years on the top floor of a house on the Rue Berton in the Passy district of
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Gaza Diary: Netanyahu Calling

+ On June 21, Israeli forces raided the home of Dr. Mazen Al-Rantisi. Rantisi is known throughout the West Bank as the Doctor of the Poor, nicknamed for
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Smoke Walk With Me

On August fifth, Lola and I went for our morning walk. It didn’t feel like morning. It was too hot for morning. It didn’t smell like morning. The winds had shifted overnight. Instead of blowing off the Pacific, they were now coming from the northeast. From central Washington. From Spokane, when Spokane was burning. We were looking at a sky scrimmed with smoke from the fires of Spokane, three hundred and fifty miles away. We were inhaling the ashes of the Lilac City, the smell of lilacs in the dooryards burned, Walt Whitman’s song of the “bleeding throat” come to call.
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Odd Odyssey

It was 92 in the shade and we fled to the nearest theater to escape the heat and the shrouds of smoke from distant fires that had drifted across the
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"Why Did They Shoot Him?"

Put yourself behind the wheel of Johan Sebastián Durán Guerrero’s white Kia. You’re 25-years-old. You’ve been living in the United States for three years.
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The ICE Killing of Lorenzo Salgado Araujo

ICE has killed again. This time in Houston. Once again, ICE shot and killed someone in their car. Once again, ICE claims the shooting was justified. That
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The Essential American Soul, Wyoming Version

The US is a violent country.  Every American knows this. We need violence to get through the day. We need to watch it. We need to play at violence in games. We need to hear it and feel it. We need to believe we’re more violent than anyone else. We need the security of thinking no one can take our violence away. We’re frightened by the violence around us and turned on by the violence done to others. Many of us are scared we’re not violent enough, that when push comes to shove, when it comes time to prove our violence, we won’t measure up. 
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American Born Killers

The US is a violent country.  Every American knows this. We need violence to get through the day. We need to watch it. We need to play at violence in