James Baldwin

A newly restored novel tests an old dynamic between readers and the author of “Native Son.”

A new book persuasively places Malcolm X and Martin Luther King at the center of each other’s most dramatic transformations.

Group biographies and the female friendship vogue.

The era of anti-fascist struggle was a crucial moment for Black radicals of all stripes.

She has become an icon of American letters. Now readers are reckoning with another side of her legacy.

When we mythologize the ’60s, we lose sight of what’s truly ahead of us.

Not a white equivalent of Black History Month, but a better understanding of the concept of whiteness and the harm it inflicts.

In memory of Martin Luther King Jr, a look back on his funeral.

The death of Martin Luther King Jr. wasn’t a galvanizing event, but the premature end of a movement that had only just begun.

Ta-Nehisi Coates' latest book preaches political fatalism. But black activism has always believed in the possibility of change.

How a phrase coined during the Depression became a national creed, a global brand, and a vessel for disillusionment.

He was never the caricature his critics wanted him to be.

The fundamental problem of the present is complicity.

The rise of a violent authoritarian state under Trump unveils a deep uncertainty over what America is.

With the death of Norman Podhoretz at 95, the transition from New York’s intellectual golden age to the age of grievance and provocation is complete.

Passing your eyes over those first, electric sentences, it occurs to you that his readers are still catching up.

The rise of remote work is only the latest in a long line of challenges that US business districts have faced. This time, cities have a chance to do it right.

A Republican administration that wages war against immigrants and colleges should be understood as the culmination of William F. Buckley conservative movement.

Harold Ross founded The New Yorker as a comic weekly. A hundred years later, we’re doubling down on our commitment to the much richer publication it became.

John Andrew Jackson spent a night at Harriet Beecher Stowe’s home as he fled north. Why do so few traces of his visit remain?