Timothy Noah
@timothynoah
Staff writer at the New Republic (third tour), former Politico, former Slate, former Wall Street Journal, former Newsweek, former Washington Monthly, former US News and World Report, plus some other places. (I get around.)
Welcome to Donald Trump’s garrison state. Lafayette Park is sealed off by black fencing, denying visitors more than a glimpse of the White House. The ostensible reason is to allow the National Park Service to perform repairs, but, peeking through, none seems underway or particularly necessary.
I miss the days when they ran their recruitment quietly out of Yale.
Rep. Mark DeSaulnier (D.-CA) enters my NLRB piece into the record at a House Education and Workforce hearing.
From the archives, a photo of me in 1999 explaining to Cspan viewers what exactly Slate is.
Will any conservative religious leaders denounce this image, posted on Trump’s Truth Social account, as blasphemous? Of course they won’t.
The day the Iran war started I was in Cairo touring the Al Raifa’i Mosque in stockinged feet when who should I run into but the Shah of Iran. As you can see, he is tanned, rested, and ready.
If Egypt (GDP: $400 billion) can afford to preserve this 3,165 year-old mural inside the tomb of Ramses V-VI in Luxor, then surely the United States (GDP $30 trillion) can afford to preserve an 85 year-old Ben Shahn mural inside the Wilbur J. Cohen Building in Washington, DC.
The Washington Post’s dead-tree “The World” section today consists in its entirety of features taken from the Associated Press. They should rename this paper the Podunk Advertiser.
Unbelievable. Aaaand now the Justice Department goons are going after Jerome Powell. This is I believe the first time anybody ever thought to criminalize a difference of opinion over interest rates.
I didn’t know before today that in July 1980 Jeffrey Epstein was Cosmopolitan’s “Bachelor of the Month.” Helen Gurly Brown’s got a lot to answer for.
This month's 11th Hour column in the print New Republic is about Trump's threatened sale of the Wilbur J. Cohen Federal Building, the "Sistine Chapel of the New Deal." We have since learned Trump is preparing to bypass the GSA and demolish it before sale. Please spread the word.
The December print issue of The New Republic begins with an unbylined "11th Hour" column whose author I am not free to divulge. Suffice it to say I have admired him since birth. It's not online so I attach it here. If you can't make it out you'll just have to buy a paper copy.
It's driving me batty that nobody except Heather Cox Richardson, the Washington Monthly, and myself is covering Trump's race to sell off (for likely demolition) "the Sistine Chapel of the New Deal," w/ murals by Ben Shahn, Philip Guston, etc. I've furnish links below to help reporters get started.
Violation of the Hatch Act at top of the SNAP web page: "Senate Democrats are withholding services to the American people in exchange for healthcare for illegals, gender mutilation, and other unknown 'leverage' points."
The NYC lunchtime pecking order, late 1990s, sketched for The NY Times by a waiter at the Four Seasons. I sensed it would be of historic interest so I framed it and hung it on the wall at Slate.
Open house today in the former Bronx Post Office on the Grand Concourse to see Ben Shahn murals not on public view for a decade. I still can’t get into the Wilbur J. Cohen building ti see the Shahns there, which are endangered by the building’s imminent sale.
I had to go to NYC to find out something I never heard about during the 45 years I've lived in DC: There's a gigantic Ben Shahn mural inside the government building that houses the Voice of America.
The Ben Shahn exhibit at the Jewish Museum in NYC hadn’t gotten a lot of ink, but it’s quite wonderful, and offers a bit of inspiration for these difficult times. It’s there through October 26.
I joined the LA County Museum of Art so I could see the new David Geffen Pavilion. It does not yet have art in it, which makes a museum visit more brisk than usual, but the two smaller pavilions do, including Magritte’s “Ce n’est pas un pipe,” which I’d forgotten was here.
I bought a sandwich on this gorgeous day in DC and thought I might eat it in Dupont Circle. But I can’t because it’s barricaded against Gay Pride marchers. I hate what my country is becoming.
Your faithful correspondent in 1987, chortling at the absurd notion that Patrick Buchanan would ever be a presidential candidate. The following year I predicted on C-SPAN that George H.W. Bush would choose Alan Simpson as his running mate. www.c-span.org/program/call...