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And why it might not matter much for Gaza's future, or for Palestinian statehood.

A trip to Uttar Pradesh in 2014 yields encounters with people making sense--and stories--from memories of violence.

In Hostages Square, in Tel Aviv, there were scenes of unimpeded joy overnight, as news broke of a peace agreement.

A drawing that riffs on the latest news and happenings.

ICE wants YOU to put your LEFT foot in then put your LEFT foot out then DO the hokeypokey and TURN IN your brother-in-law whom YOU didn't realize THIS would AFFECT.

The former President once made an offhand remark about Charles Manson's guilt. The reaction shows how aberrant Donald Trump's rhetoric is.

Like the clothes at a vintage store: four letters.

The thirty-three-year-old socialist is rewriting the rules of New York politics. Can he transform the city as mayor?

As Trump uses the powers of his office to punish his perceived enemies, the boundary between political payback and governance continues to erode.

In Mary Bronstein's film, Rose Byrne plays a therapist contending with a sick child, an absent husband, an uninhabitable home, and a world that seems nightmarishly bent on her failure.