Over time, I’ve grown resentful of metaphors tying fascism to spectres. The ghosts of fascism. Il fantasma del fascismo. I hate the immateriality and elegance ghosts suggest, the haunted house charm.
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Milkshake tears
I thought about conversations around white feminism, its myopia and elitism, about the weaponisation of white women’s tears, eliciting sympathy and avoiding accountability. I thought about May’s legacy.
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Being both – a very personal revolution
In February, my Irish passport finally arrived. I opened it, read my name and beneath it, my nationality, or rather náisiúntacht. I was an Irish citizen now. I sat down on the stairs and cried.
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A new life
I became a mother when I was eighteen years old, and now I am twenty-one. I still feel like a child, one trapped in a strange and contradictory existence. I who can barely take care of myself – how could I have given birth to another life?
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Blood on its hands: a conversation with Robert Menasse
I don’t want anyone to think that I’m an artist one day and an activist the next. When I get politically involved, I do so as an artist. That is important to me.
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No time for arrogance: a conversation with Ece Temelkuran
It has become the motto of our age to say, ‘Oh I hate politics’ – without realising that that is the most political statement you can come up with.
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Editorial: revolution
As the UK makes its way through the interminable Brexit process, it’s time for an issue on the radical political and personal changes that we see going on around us, and within us.
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