Stephan Salisbury

Stephan Salisbury is cultural writer for the Philadelphia Inquirer and a TomDispatch regular. His most recent book is Mohamed’s Ghosts: An American Story of Love and Fear in the Homeland.

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Monday, July 30, 2012 - 6:46am
Life in the American Slaughterhouse: Beyond Aurora, Guns Are Going Off Everywhere
Welcome to the abattoir -- a nation where a man can walk into a store and buy an assault rifle, a shotgun, a couple of Glocks; where in the comfort of his darkened living room, windows blocked from the sunlight, he can rig a series of bombs unperturbed and buy thousands of rounds of ammo on the Internet; where a movie theater can turn into a killing floor at the midnight hour.
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Monday, March 5, 2012 - 9:12am
How to Fund an American Police State
At the height of the Occupy Wall Street evictions, it seemed as though some diminutive version of “shock and awe” had stumbled from Baghdad, Iraq, to Oakland, California. American police forces had been “militarized,” many commentators worried , as though the firepower and callous tactics on display were anomalies, surprises bursting upon us from nowhere.
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Monday, July 18, 2011 - 9:13am
How Muslim-Bashing Loses Elections
During the 2010 midterm election campaign, virtually every hard-charging candidate on the far right took a moment to trash a Muslim, a mosque, or Islamic pieties. In the wake of those elections, with 85 new Republican House members and a surging Tea Party movement, the political virtues of anti-Muslim rhetoric as a means of rousing voters and alarming the general electorate have gone largely unchallenged.
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Monday, January 17, 2011 - 9:39am
Extremist Killing Is as American as Apple Pie
The landscape of America is littered with bodies.
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Monday, October 4, 2010 - 7:54am
Surveillance, America’s Pastime
The dried blood on the concrete floor is there for all to see, a stain forever marking the spot on a Memphis motel balcony where Martin Luther King, Jr. lay mortally wounded by a sniper’s bullet. It is a stark and ghostly image speaking to the sharp pain of absence. King is gone. His aides are gone. Only the stain remains. What now?
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