At this point, it’s very well known that Princess Margaret wasn’t a good person. That comment appeared under a YouTube documentary about Princess Margaret and earned hundreds of up votes. The thread below it filled quickly. People calling her entitled, rude, and nasty, using the exact vocabulary they felt the video itself had…
The manila folder slid across the polished mahogany, bypassing the untouched rosemary chicken, and hit my wineglass with a heavy, deliberate thud that silenced the room. “Open it, Sarah.” My mother didn’t blink. Helen merely adjusted the silk scarf at her throat, the one I had bought her for Christmas two years earlier after she’d…
The first thing my mother did when I handed her the anniversary gift was laugh. Not the warm, surprised laugh of a woman touched that her daughter had shown up after years apart. Not even the nervous laugh people use when they do not know how to behave under too many eyes. This was the…
The air in the backyard smelled of lighter fluid, charred meat, and the cloying, synthetic sweetness of my sister-in-law’s cheap perfume. It was the Fourth of July, a day of national pride, yet I felt like a prisoner of war in my own brother’s home. My name is Evelyn Vance. To the neighbors swarming the…
At 1447 on August 18th, 1944, Lieutenant Royce Priest watched his squadron commander P-51 Mustang erupt in flames over occupied France. Black smoke pouring from the engine as the crippled fighter dropped toward a wheat field 20 m behind German lines. 21 years old, 2 months of combat, and the man he idolized was about…
The transmission lasted 11 seconds. It came through on a captured frequency. A Motorola handset pulled from a destroyed vehicle 3 hours earlier. A channel no active coalition unit was monitoring that night. The handset had not been kept for luck. It had been left on passive monitor after one of the operators recognized the…
History often remembers murderers through their demonic appearance. But anti-verb possessed a face that made people shudder because of its sheer normality. Before dawning the ashgray uniform of the fascist forces, he was merely a diligent commercial assistant in Gossich, a man who spent his days befriending numbers and customer satisfaction. However, in the vortex…
The gate guard at Fort Bragg didn’t believe what he was seeing. Muhammad Ali, the heavyweight champion who had been stripped of his title, the Muslim who had refused the draft, the man half of America wanted in prison, standing at the entrance to one of the largest military installations in the United States, asking…
The night air in Kenshasa sat heavy and strange, thick with heat that had no business being there at 4 in the morning. 60,000 people packed into the stad had been waiting since midnight, the equatorial darkness pressing down on them like a second sky. And still they stayed. They had come from every corner…
Tyson won the fight, then walked over to Ali’s ringside seat and said one thing. Mike Tyson had just knocked out his opponent in 93 seconds. The crowd was still on its feet. The referee hadn’t finished counting, but Tyson didn’t go to his corner. He didn’t celebrate with his team. He walked to the…
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