
R. Emmett Tyrrell, Jr.
Washington Regarding the imbroglio caused by the Hon. Frederica S. Wilson, representing her constituency in south Florida and apparently the…
Washington I have been fascinated by Harvey Weinstein’s initial response to charges that the Bathrobed Romeo sexually molested women. His…
Washington In the aftermath of the most deadly massacre in American history a friend asks: “Why would God allow a…
Washington I have been trying to warn President Donald Trump, but to no avail. I have been trying to caution…
I have been preceded all the days of my life by little children scattering flowers. I have few regrets. Think…
On the occasion of my 50th anniversary of founding and editing The American Spectator, I feel moved to reflect on the parlous condition of the magazine business. We celebrated our anniversary just last night, and naturally I composed my reflections before the event. What makes this column something more than an occasion for indulgence is that the sickly condition of magazines is, of a sudden, a hot news item.
Washington What did I tell you? Late in November of last year, after the presidential election that finally ended the…
Washington Here we sit in the comfort of Washington and we read of the discomfort in Florida. There a massive…
Labor Day weekend passed with soggy weather in Washington. It was not as soggy as in other parts of the…
I wonder how my old pal Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan would view racial relations today were he around. In 1970 he wrote a memo to his boss, President Richard Nixon, counseling a period of “benign neglect” for the discussion of racial issues. Of course the memo was leaked and poor Pat was inundated in obloquy. Aficionados on race relations such as the Rev. Jesse Jackson stepped forward to urge just the opposite approach, and across America for all these years we have been maintaining a “dialogue,” as it is called, on race — a dialogue that sounds suspiciously like a monologue.